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DK West Relationship Headcanons

Requested by: I forgot Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 345

• When I say this man loves his S/O, he REALLY loves them.

• He's just a total simp for his S/O, and would do (mostly) anything for them.

• Is a legit softie towards them. He just loves them that much.

• Barley yells or argues with his S/O, but sometimes he can't help it and it slips through.

• He immediately apologies if anything like that happens. He hates yelling at his S/O or making them upset in any way; especially when he’s well aware how he may be intimidating to some cause of his big tall statue. It doesn't make the situation any better in that case.

• Even then sometimes he lets his ego get out of hand, but his S/O puts him in line which he appreciates in a way. They keep him grounded from straying too far.

• If they’re willing to, West would be thrilled to teach his S/O Malaysian. He loved his culture and loved sharing it with others, after all.

• If DK West’s S/O know any languages besides English, he'd be ready and willing to learn their language(s) as well. 

• Cause he wants to learn more about his S/O, their life, and culture, just as much as he wants his S/O to learn more about his. Sharing is caring!

• Every once in a while, he'll buy his S/O gifts out of no where.

• He's not a big fan of gifts himself though as he finds quality time to be more meaningful, but he sees how much his S/O loves them and buys you things anyway. West just can’t get over how much he loves the new sudden glow on their face whenever he does.

• He does however appreciate his S/O taking the time out of their schedule to give him things too.

• West is the kind of man that prefers getting to know his S/O more and more as the days go on, and spending time with them is what he loves more then anything else in the world.

Tatiana, Eve, DJSS, and Neon J with silly outgoing S/O [Not Poly]

Request by?: I forgot Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 963

Tatiana  

• Oh boy oh boy. Tatiana had a bit of a problem with you the first time you two met.  

• She thought you'd be an annoyance.  

• She was proved wrong by your generous and fun personality.  

• Anytime you'd enter a room, the room would be a bit less grim and more positive. 

• Tatiana wasn't that outgoing herself, but herself being around you made her feel something she hasn't felt in years.  

• The more times you were around her, the more she absolutely adored you from under her professional gaze. 

• Of course when it came to hefty situations that personality of yours just completely disappears.  

• Depending on who you are, you're either the one panicking, or staying calm on the outside and at the same time panicking in the inside.  

• Tatiana being so strong willed, she never panics.  

• She appreciates that you tone things down and take things seriously when needed to be.  

• There are other reasons besides these examples of why she loves you so much. 

Eve  

• Someone like Eve. Quiet, stern, and professional yet beautiful with an also equally beautiful partner that's outgoing and silly, well...

• People wouldn't think these type of personalities wouldn't match. You'd be dead wrong though.

• Someone that's also funny and outgoing but also beautiful in the inside and out? Eve is complete love struck.  

• Eve LOVES your positive giggly funny self.  

• It brings a new light into any room.  

• Eve still dealing with mental issues, you've helped her so much so she's not trapped in her own head as much  

• She admires and loves you dearly, and she'd 100% create art based on you and her (especially you.) 👀 

• Dealing with Eve's breakdowns was the most heart wrenching things to experience.  

• You being her partner, there's not much you can do except to hold her and tell how much you loved her.  

• You try to cheer her up with jokes, but you know when to tone it down.  

• Eve appreciates when you try to make her at least laugh or smile.  

• Ever since you two got together it's always Eve ended up with a smile in the end.  

• She's become more mentally stable as of late because of you, and she couldn't be any happier being with you. 

Neon J  

• Another person matching his energy? How could he not help but fall in love with you?  

• He sometimes grew shy in your giggly presence.  

• He couldn't help himself. He hasn't felt like that around anyone since he was a young lad.  

• His boys saw him simping from a mile away as you two grew closer.  

• They'd 100% do dumb shit in order for Neon J and you to confess to one another.  

• Out of no where one day you confess your feelings to Neon J no problem. 

• After Neon J heard you confess you swear you saw a heart start to form on his radar screen.  

• You couldn't help but squeal as you hugged him.  

• As you two got closer in your relationship, you eventually moved into Baracca Mansion with Neon J and his boys.  

• It was an absolute delight.  

• 1010 were like your sons in a way too in a strange way. 

• With getting closer in a relationship means finding out more problems that lie underneath though.  

• One night you wake up to hearing Neon shuffling around in the bed  

• You could hear him panicking in his sleep, and that's when you hugged him from behind.  

• "Sweetie it's ok I'm here. You're here. What you're experiencing is just a nightmare. You're safe now I promise."  

• After a while of holding him, you could feel his body grow less tense. He woke up.  

• "I..."

• Neon said as he turned his body around to face you. You couldn't tell what emotion was which cause of his radar screen yet, but you knew right now he sounded and seemed ashamed.  

• "Shh..."  

• You shushed him as you brought him close to your chest. 

• You heard him sigh, his arms slowly making their way around your waist.  

• "There's no shame in having nightmares Neon. If you want you want to talk about it?"  

• You didn't get a reply for a good bit thinking he fell asleep, but then you feel him shuffle his radar boxed face out of your chest. 

• "It's about time I told you more about these nightmares, my love."  

• You nod as you hold him close as he began to explain his PTSD from the border wars. 

• You felt like you learned more about him in this emotionally open moment. 

• Neon J wouldn't say it, but you just listening to him as you held him close and supporting him got him feeling so loved and payed attention to.  

• Yes you were a jolly goofy person, but he's never seen you this serious before.  

• It showed that you cared this much about how he actually felt.  

• He knew he made the right choice to choose you as his love and for you to move in with him.

DJSS

• He doesn't want to admit it, but damn did he fall for you hard.

 • Not just for looks of course, but your whole personality.

 • Him usually being stoic and you being bubbly and outgoing rubbed on him for sure.

 • It surpised him in ways he didn't expect.

 • And that you get him blushing, like a lot.

 • He thinks it utterly embarresing.

 • Especially when you get excited over something and you come over to cover him in kisses-

 • He's blessed to have you as a partner. Wether in serious situations or regular ones, you keep him steady

 • Without you, I'd feel like he'd lose his sense of 'centre'.

 • He found himself being a tad more open too, and he 100% blames you for that.

 • Regardless of that he loves you, like a lot.

Combat Training - (Rin X Female Reader)

Request?: No

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,357

"Ha I gotcha-"

"Not so fast cupcake, gotta be quicker then that." Rin slipped his metal leg under yours, making you lose your balance.

"Oh c'mon..."

Rin simply smiled at you in your frustrated state. He leaned down, offering you his hand. "You'll get there-"

Seeing an advantage, you grabbed his hand, pulling him down with all your might. His face hit the floor as you pinned his arms against his back. Rin was shocked for a moment before turning his face to the side to look at you.

"Oh wow, you got me there Y/N. Taking advantage of my kindness, well." Rin paused, managing to pry from your hold, pinning you down on your back. You gasp at the impact, and that Rin was pinning you down with that stupid flirty smirk of his. "I can do the same thing."

You groan in frustration. You kept thinking you were getting better, but you just get thrown back to reality of being stuck in the same place again. You weren't progressing, and you noticed it all the time whenever Rin offered you training. He kept insisting you should so you could protect yourself whenever he was gone.

Rin wasn't helping with your frustration either. He was quite stern when it came to combat, but he also loved messing with you, which you hated. You knew you weren't gonna progress against a super weapon of a top NSR artist. Why did you even try...

"Hey hey Y/N, did I slam you too hard? We can take a break if you want-"

"Why am I even doing this..."

"What?"

You pat his arm, signaling you wanted him off of you. He crawled off you, standing up, looking concerned. You took a glance at him, sitting up, putting your hands on your hips with a groan."I still don't get why we're doing this Rin when I haven't even learned a single thing!"

Rin tilted his head at you in a cute way. "What do you mean? You have though." Rin turned away from you, looking at you from the side of his robotic eye. "Examples being..." Rin threw a punch at you, but you caught it right before it hit your face. It surprised you.

"Wow..."

Rin caught the sight of a growing smile on your face, making him smile himself.

"See I told you!" Rin exclaimed, pulling his rather large fist away from your hand. The colour on his cheeks glowed in excitement as he looked at you, making you avert from his gaze.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself. You won't learn everything in one day like I can, sure, but I wanna teach your everything I know."

"But why?"

Rin paced himself to a table where training weapons were, grabbing two long sticks. He sided eyed you, his smile dropping completely, showing that he was serious about what he was going to say. "I already told you why Y/N..."

He threw one of the training sticks towards you. It took a minute for you to process before catching it with your hands. "Now, let's work on your weapon training a bit."

"But Rin..."

"No buts Y/N."

Rin did fancy trick work with the training stick while you stood there in awe. You never seen him do anything like that before. You felt yourself go in a trance from his movements. They were so smooth. After Rin showed off, he put the stick to the side after seeing your reaction, leaning against it.

"Hm, you impressed?" You chuckled at his statement, passing the stick between your hands while walking towards him.

"O-Obviously Rin. That was incredible!" Rin's coloured cheeks glowed a brighter hue, loving your praise.

"Awe how sweet of you gorgeous!"

Rin's nicknames were affecting you slowly, feeling your own cheeks glow a light pink.

"Yeah yeah yeah, now let's do this."

You felt more confident now, ready to put everything you got into the training. Rin saw the instant change in your face, and detected your new found confidence. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, even though he tried to be serious. He was beyond excited to see you happy and confident. He felt his fans speed up as he prepared himself as well.

"You're on sweetheart."

Oh how gorgeous and elegant you looked while you two spared. You too have been for a couple hours. Rin was surprised you didn't get tuckered out less far. He admired you for your cunningness, even though sometimes you gave up easily. That's just human nature, even though you were doing so well with the training. You really were too hard on yourself, and he tried to remind you anytime you doubted yourself.

Rin absolutely was head over heals over you, but he was pretty good at hiding it. He was afraid of many things. Rejection, how things would go with the public, especially if you ever saw him without his face. He wanted to protect you, even if it prevented him from telling you how he truly felt. Most of the time he couldn't protect you because of how busy he and the rest of 1010 were, and that's why he was training you to defend yourself.

And you were indeed getting better, and he was so proud.

His metallic heart beat faster as you two got more faster with movements and attacks. It was like you two were doing a waltz, until finally. Rin knocked the stick out of your hands, landing it behind you, leaving you shocked from the sudden impact. Rin's face told you everything you needed to know with his slick confident smirk, showing his pearly whites for teeth. His confidence was up the roof.

Rin pretended to yawn, dropping the stick. Rin decided to wear a suit for the occasion to show you how slick he was when it came to combat. With gloves and all. He started pulling down his tie, walking towards you while leaning down toward your face. You felt his hot breathe on your lips, feeling yourself shiver, and that you thought he look dapper but extremely sexy in that stupid suit of his.

"Nice going baby, but you gotta do more then that to catch little old me. Maybe next time." Rin dragged his gloved hand across your chin, tilting your head slightly. "But for now, I think you deserve a little treat for your efforts." He pushed his soft silicone lips against your cheek, leaving you in shock.

Yes he's done this before to tease you, but deep down you felt like this meant something more. But you weren't quite sure if it was just your heart and mind thinking different things at that moment.

The kiss didn't last long, Rin pulled away, but not by very far. He could feel the heat from your cheeks radiating onto his. He thought you looked absolutely precious.

"Awe how cute. Glad you enjoyed my little treat." Rin adjusted your head to look straight at him, nuzzling his nose against yours before walking towards the exit of the arena, hands folded behind his back. "Maybe when I start seeing more progress, just maybe I'll let you have more of me."

"Wait what-"

"See you at dinner Y/N!"

Rin somehow switched to acting innocent like nothing happened before passing the door, leaving you completely embarrassed and confused.

He's just acting like his usual self. You thought while getting the two training sticks and put them in their proper place. With the thought in mind about what just happened, you still felt the tingling feeling of Rin's lips on your cheek. You felt a shiver go down your spine. The kiss was so so soft and gentle. Like a feather in the breeze. It probably meant nothing, I'm sure.

As you start heading towards the exit of the arena yourself, your mind began to ponder if Rin actually had feelings for you. You weren't gonna worry about it too much, knowing how Rin was. Besides, why would a top super star of NSR love a normal citizen of Vinyl City in the first place?

Favourite - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Request?: ❌

Warnings: None, pure fluff and serotonin

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,740

Summary:

You’ve been the secret admirer that has been sending gifts the past couple weeks to a friend you fancied for the past while, Constable Tony Miles (aka your favourite Bobby). You couldn’t stand the locked up feeling in your chest whenever you thought of just giving him the gifts and confessing to him in person, so this was the best way for you to covey your love to him, even if he didn’t know it was you… yet. ;)

"Allo Janet!"

"Oh Y/N lovely day lovely day. What would you like help with today?" Janet asked you. She already knew what you were going to say, but she wanted to make sure.

You hesitate for a moment, pushing the package forward. "U-Um... I have a package for-"

"Desk #332, I assume?"

A blush appears on your already flushed face, nodding to the desk lady in front of you. You were honestly surprised she remembered the number. Coming here every week never got easier on your nerves since Janet already guessed about your secret crush for a particular Constable.

"Right away ma'm. The package shall be delivered by 4 AM tomorrow morning." She let you know, carefully putting the package under her desk. Janet could see your slight discomfort, sighing. "I suggest taking another dose dear you're shivering like a leaf!" She points out. "You know... you could give these to Constable Miles yourself? I doubt he'd reject your gifts. You're worrying too much dear.

You shush her, looking around. "Keep your voice down dammit."

Janet chuckles at your flustered behaviour, and of course you ignored it.

"Trust me Janet I already took one 20 minutes ago I'm not in the mood to overdose today." You joke around with her, giggling, and so does she. "Just um... loves always been a tricky subject for me, so I prefer doing this instead."

Janet nods, acknowledging your way of doing things. "Whatever works for you dear. Please sign here."

You sign the paper and there will go yet another gift you've made for the Constable.

"Thank you Y/N. Have a lovely day!"

So fucking embarrassing. Every goddamn time.

"You too Janet. Toodalo!"

Laying in bed feeling like this the past couple weeks left you sleep deprived. Not even Joy was helping your sleep oddly enough, and you never had problems with your sleep till now because of one man. If only you weren't such a wuss and just gave Constable Tony Miles the gifts yourself... but you were too embarrassed and worried to admit your feelings to him in person. You were at least relieved that Janet delivered your gifts to him under the name "secret admirer", god bless her. You'd have to do her a favour one of these days.

This aching feeling in your heart wouldn't go away. Anytime you were away from Tony nothing felt the same, not even Joy could create the same feeling as Tony does when he's around. Groaning into your pillow you lay there aching from this silly crush of yours. You decide to grab a chocolate joy pill from the side table and swallow it, feeling tingles up and down your spin from the new dose of joy in your systems. You forget what you were thinking about momentary, then you speculate why your heart was aching for and go back to thinking about Tony. Not even your happy pill was going to save you from this.

You began to feel tired a bit afterward, relaxing your muscles snuggling into your clean sheets. You felt yourself almost dosing off till a knock was hear from your front door. You lift your head up your pillow from the sound, laying back down thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you til you heard yet another knock, firmer this time. Of course hearing an unexpected knock at your door this late sent you in a fit of a panic when you were just about to fall asleep. With an annoyed groan you reach over to grab your robe putting it on typing the string around yourself. You stand up and head to your front door to grab your weapon that was leaning against the wall. On your way sneaking down the stairs each step creaked, making you cringe, but you were still attentive looking around to make sure no one was in your home.

You make it to your front door to hear another gentle knock. No murderer or someone trying to break in wouldn't make themselves known... so who could it be? Maybe it was Foggy Jack trying to trick you? Your best bet was to check through the eye hole at your front door to see who it actually was. With hesitation and a tighter grip on your weapon, you take a peep in the eye hole to see... a Bobby? The ever so familiar gas mask of a regular Constable with the bright ass headlight on the helmet blinding you slightly. You hiss from the light slight blinding you for a minute, looking away momentarily to regain your eye sight. Blinking a few times, you look back in the eye hole to see that the Constable seemed to be waiting patiently by the way he crossed his arms, looking around. Where you in trouble? But how could you when you've been a regular citizen following the rules not causing any trouble? Only way to find out was to open the door and ask.

You sigh, putting down your weapon against the wall. Moving your hand to the door knob, you hesitate, but you knew the Constable would most likely kick the door down if you didn't open the door. Turning the doorknob slightly, you feel your heart pump against your chest and heard it in your ears. Breathing through your nose with a plastered smile on your features even if you were a tad fearful, you open the door fully. You could see the Constable was the same height as you, so it’s not your typical Bobby.

"Hello dear Constable." You greet him, yawning into your hand. "I never expected a Constable to be here at my door step at this hour. Is there a problem?" You ask curiously with your voice low, leaning your weight against the door.

The Constable looked at you shaking his head, tipping his hat to greet you to show he wasn't at all threating. "Not at all ma'm. If you don't mind may I come in?" The Constable asked, his voice muffled by the gas mask.

You couldn't tell if it was a Constable you knew or not due to the gas mask. Before you let him in, you ask: “Of course, but I'd like to know who I'm letting into my home this time of night."

You see he doesn't hesitate to nod, reaching behind his head to unclip the straps of the gas mask he wore. After a minute he takes it off his face to reveal himself, and you immediately recognized who the Constable was. Your face starts flushing a light red, your eyes widen in surprise.

"Allo Y/N." The handsome Constable greets you in almost a purr, a soft smile plastering his features.

Tony was... here? Right now as you speak? Why was he here? You must of been dreaming. Since you weren't wearing your mask he could obviously see your blush, but you do your best to ignore the thought of it. You felt embarrassed not recognizing him at first.

"Oh Tony what a lovely surprise get in here it's cold!" You pushed yourself to say feeling flustered, grabbing his hand to drag him inside.

Bringing him inside your home you hear his chuckle at your amusement, letting himself get dragged by you. Tony closed the door behind him, putting his gas mask onto your dresser you had beside the door. As you head to the kitchen to brew some tea for the both of you, Tony unclips his helmet placing it beside his gas mask, he sighs as he takes in a deep breathe. He felt claustrophobic in that damn gas mask of his, but it was required to wear it during night shifts after all.

You peak out from your kitchen to see him looking at the little mirror that was hanging on the wall fixing his pitch black hair. You chuckle seeing him try to fix his spiked up hair caused from his helmet. You roll your eyes at what you were seeing. He was always so picky about his hair.

"Tea will be ready in a bit if you want any." You chimed in, motioning your hand for him to come over, but he seemed too distracted he didn’t hear nor respond to you. Seeing this you roll your eyes: “Come sit down already your hair is fine silly.”

Making your way to your living room and getting comfortable on your sofa, you hear Tony mumble something you couldn't quite hear, something along the lines of an apology. By the looks of things he obliged when he followed your lead. You expected him to sit on the chair beside your sofa, yet you didn’t expect him to sit right next to you with no hesitation. You body stiffens from the sudden touch of his uniform that rubbed against your robe, and Tony didn't seem to mind being this close to you. After a long pause of silence, you figure out what to say;

"So T-Tony how's work tonight?" You ask the best you could without stuttering- "I hear downers have been more prominent in this area. Keeping safe I hope?"

Tony stretched his aching bones before answering your question, putting his hands behind his head getting himself comfortable.

"Eh, like the usual." He shrugged. "Kinda boring since there hasn't been a single downer in sight I could beat their bloody skull in, so I thought to myself I should check up on ya since I got nothing betta to do. I didn't expect you to be the type to stay up at this hour."

You turned your focus to your rug to avoid his gaze, humming and nodding in agreement. You could feel him inch himself closer to you making your body go more stiff. This wasn't like him to be close to anyone. He wasn't a “physical touch” type of guy.

"I see..." You mumble under your breathe- "I'm not usually, but tonight I am. I'm feeling a bit restless."

Tony hums. Deep down inside his concern for you grew on him. You've told him about this before, but it's been becoming more frequent. He wouldn't tell you straight to your face but the thought of you being unwell gets him feeling anxious. At the moment he felt his chest tighten up, but he of course tried to brush off the feeling.

"So why are you really here though besides having nothing to do on the job?" You chuckled, finally looking at him.

You see him hesitate, looking to the side for a momentarily, his green eyes darting toward you then elsewhere. He seemed nervous about telling you his real reason on why he wanted to see you. It’s not like this wasn’t the first time he’s visited you during his shift, but the situation of the room somehow… more tense. You schooch a bit to give him space, patiently waiting. You hear him sigh, his voice sounding like it was shaking. Tony moves his white gloves to his mask taking it off. He placed it on the small table beside him, looking toward you with a flustered smile.

Right before your eyes like a dream, you finally get to see his face without his mask. You’ve dreamt about what he’d look like, and wow did he look way more handsome then he did in your head.

It’s a well known thing after all that Constable's never take their masks off in front of rarely anybody, and this was your first time experiencing this. Feeling honoured, (and the feeling of passing out from how flustered you were), you examine his face further. He had a couple cute moles under his right eye, slightly darkened eye bags due to his line of work, slight tanlines on his face from his face mask, and a more so slimmer face then most. His full complexion was... way more then you thought I'd be. With or without a mask, he was still extremely attractive to you. Realizing this you knew in this moment that your crush wasn’t simply a thing that’d pass over, you truly loved this man for all he’s worth. Your eyes stayed glued to his as his eyes did the same. Tony wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to show you his face at first, but seeing how your didn't look away and continued to admire him, he knew he felt safe making the right choice for you to be the first person to see his face.

Tony noticed your smile widened ever so slighty, your face gentle and welcoming with a blush from your cheeks to your ears.

The way you were looking at him right now honestly made him feel flustered and nervous to tell you what he originally came here for. With you looking so cute and precious how could he tell you?

"Um..." Tony stutters, rubbing the back of his head. "I..." He stops himself, taking his time to process what he was going to tell you, but you being so cute was distracting him. He was acting like a complete utter love struck imbecile.

You not knowing his true feelings, he was very much in love with you as you were in love with him. He just hide it from you. Moving his hand to his forehead, looking down, he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. The tension was high between the both of you, and you were still confused about what was happening.

"Tony?" You ask, almost encouraging him to tell you what’s on his mind.

You move a hand to his shoulder as a way to comfort him. If you had to be honest, seeing him like this was ever so precious in your eyes you couldn't stop smiling like the love struck fool you were. Tony feeling your gentle touch on his shoulder, his body leaned against your touch. With a pleased hum, he moved his hand from his forehead, turning his attention to you, moving himself completely against you. Tony grasped your hand from his shoulder. Gently, he moved his mouth the back of your palm toward his lips, closing his eyes in bliss. You on the other hand…. You were in complete awe.

With a precious smile, he smiles against your hand not looking away from you even once. The stuttering mess he was a second ago was replaced with a man much more confidence. Not even joy would fixture up such a natural smile, let alone confidence like this.

"Remember about the person I told you about that's been leaving me gifts at the station for the past couple weeks yeah?" Tony asked cheekily, already knowing your answer.

Your heart sunk hearing that, your nerves going into hyper drive. Did he figure out it was you? How did he figure it out you wondered. All you did was nod.

Tony felt you tense up from his question. So his colleagues theories where indeed correct as well as his. He didn't believe them at first til he started noticing a pattern when getting the said gifts. The mailman would drop off the gift at his desk before work hours around 4 AM. He'd go to work around 5 AM to see the gift neatly placed beside his desk lamp like this morning. I would be the same time right on the dot. Tony felt incredibly grateful for the gifts and the notes included giving him positive affirmations and how much the admirer loved his qualities. Sometimes the notes were poems. Even if he wasn't a literature type of man he took the time to understand what they meant truly. He was honestly flattered someone took the time out of their day to do this for him. Things began to piece together after some subtle signs from you. Examples being how you spoke and write like, why you sort of been stand offish toward him the past couple weeks. It just had to be you.

"It took me some time to figure it out, but there's no need to hide anything from me anymore love. I'm quite flattered you admire me this much." Tony mumbled against your hand. "I had a feeling it was you, but I just wanted to be sure before I brought it up..."

You almost choke on your own spit. You swore someone must have told him. He's always been dense as hell when it comes to anything related to love. You continue to not say anything though. What could you even say to all this? Your eyes avert from his feeling trapped. You had to say something. You look ridiculous just saying nothing after all.

"I- well-" Your stuttering ended when Tony leaned lower and lower to your face. You began to bite the inside of your cheek.

The heat and smell radiating from him set you off. You felt paralyzed in his gentle caresses, your eyes fluttering from his touch letting out a sigh. From your reactions alone made Tony's hardened heart soften, your stubborn wall finally breaking down within seconds of his touch. Tony moved his white-gloved hands onto the sides of your face, titling it to the side to leave a loving kiss on your cheek. He wasn't sure if he was doing this all right as he hasn't expressed any woman his feelings like this in years, but by how your hands gently grasped his suit told him you were accepting his affection.

Relishing in the feeling, Tony pulled away momentarily only to go in for another kiss, then another. Another kiss lead to another till Tony was flat out giving you butterfly kisses. You try to push him away; not because you didn't enjoy his affection, but you weren't sure how much you could take til you couldn't take it anymore.

"T-Tony-"

He stops right as you said his name, worried he went too far of expressing his feelings for you. You breath stutters. These feelings you've held onto your friend for months finally let loose. Quickly draping your arms around his thick neck, you pull his lips down to yours in a fit of cute aggression. Thinking he fucked up his chance with the wonderful woman he's slowly fallen for, the flustered Constable indeed was shocked but happy.

Tony practically melted into you. He couldn't stop smiling. This was one of the greatest relieves he finally got off his chest, but he never expected you to pull off the first move to actually kiss him on the lips, but he wasn't complaining. He loved your new found confidence. The way you kissed him told him that no words were needed for you to tell him that yes, you've been sending gifts all this time expressing your love through the gifts and notes alone.

All you could taste was the new black berry joy on his lips. It was honestly quite an addictive taste you couldn't get enough of. This just felt… right, felt right to be holding him like this, loving him like this, but unfortunately you needed to breathe. You pull away with a heavy breathe, looking at Tony for a short moment before tucking your face into his neck out of embarrassment. As Tony did some heavy breathing of his own from the ever so passionate kiss, he doesn't hesitate to hold you in his embrace, the smell of lavender hits his nose.

Finally opening his eyes, he notices something out of your living room window... two bobbies. He knew exactly who those two men were, his buddies Constable Harvey and Constable Jack basically cheering for him. Now Tony felt a bit too exposed for his own comfort, accidentally tightening his grip on you.

"Everything ok?" You ask, pushing against his chest to face him.

Tony sees his lads sending thumbs up to him before walking away. They'll probably embarrass him about this later tomorrow if they remember, but they weren’t important right now. He had you to worry about.

Tony moved a hand to your neck playing with thebits of hair. "Ah sorry love it's nothing. Did I hurt you?"

All you do is laugh, patting his chest. "If you say so." You stand up heading to the kitchen- "You could never hurt me dear. I'm not that fragile. Now get in here before the tea grows cold!'

You were already using lovely nicknames that made his heart flutter with love. What did he deserve to get attention from such a lovely lady such as you that loved him just as much as he loved you? Tony snapped out of his ever endless thoughts of love for you when you ruffle his hair. He didn't even hear you come back in.

"C'mon lover boy it's still piping hot." You wink at him grabbing his hands in yours. You see him flush nodding as he followed you to your kitchen. It smelt of sweet mint, his favourite.

Before you could grab the teapot to pour each others tea in your lovely tea cups, you feel a set of arms hugging your waist and a light kiss on the back of your neck.

"I love ya Y/N. So so much." You hear him muffle against you neck behind you, slightly rocking the both of you.

You giggle from this. This was unexpected. A stern man acting overly affectionate and soft toward someone like you. You were in absolute paradise. Maybe your actions weren't in vain.

Placing your hands ontop of his, you lean your head back against his touch. "I love ya too, Tony, you sweet thing." You admit shyly.

All you hear from Tony was a muffle groan. "We both know who's the sweet thing here darling..."

You shush him and proceed to pour your guys tea. You notice he hasn't let you go yet...

"...Tony our tea-"

"A minute love..." He cuts you off holding you tighter in his embrace.

All you do is roll your eyes as you accept his love. You never would have thought he's been waiting for this moment as much as you did. You worried for nothing over your silly crush on your now Constable boyfriend. With your new found lover you knew you'd sleep peacefully tonight, even if he had to head back out for his work shift soon.

Now That's How You Beat A Downa! - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Murder and violence.. someeeewhat descriptive wording of the said violence.

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: ehh idk, after said violence gets fluffy after

Word Count: 2,117

"Lovely day for it miss!"

"You look lovely today miss!"

You felt yourself blush from the random compliments you got from citizens around town as you walked down the street. Everyone there loved telling each other compliments. You weren't one of those people, when really you hated them. Not because you were a downer, goodness no. You just got flustered easily and didn't know how to take compliments too well.

You see, you has always been a shy women since you were a small pea, and that got some people suspicious because of it. Even the bobbies thought something was up. Of course you explained to the best of your ability that you were definitely not a downer, and never will be.

You were quite a gentle woman and never yelled at anyone, even if you were defending anyone. You thought discussing the problem is better then yelling at each other. Your parents taught you that from a young age.

You worked at a retirement home in Maiden Home. You always got along with older folk anyway, so why not get a job involved around it? Even if the job didn't pay well you still enjoyed the job very much. The con of it all was some of the old ladies would tease you from time to time, making you flustered and you would start stuttering like mad. They didn't mean no harm and you knew that too well. They were just having their fun.

Speaking of Maiden Home you were currently heading to Maiden Home to work. You lived in Wellington Wells, so you needed to walk to work which you didn't mind at all. Exercise is important after all! You hummed as you walked through the streets, smiling and saying "lovely day for it!" to people that walked past you. You were all fine and dandy until you felt someone sneak behind you and grab your arm harshly, putting something sharp against your neck. You screamed in fear and people around you gasped at the scene.

"Nobody move!" The stranger announced to the small crowd- "Or else this youngling gets to be beheaded!" The stranger shouted out, gripping your arm with his mostly likely disgusting nails. Whilst you hiss in pain you could see the crowd frantically panicking like any other citizen would do.

"Downa! Someone get the police!"

"HELP! HELP! THAT POOR DEARY IS IN GRAVE DANGA! SOME ONE CALL THE CONSTABLES!"

Most of the panicked citizens ran away in fear, leaving you with mostly no help whatsoever. Seeing this didn't make you reassured you wouldn't survive this situation. God you wished you could take more joy right about now... No dammit there's no time to worry about that. You just couldn't stand here and do nothing you'd be dead in the next matter of seconds!

In the moment you thought over what you could do to escape the downers grasp. Your best bet right now was to kick him right in the baby maker. All you needed was a distraction to make this work. To your luck though you heard blown whistles come from the right of you. You sigh in relief seeing the bobbies arrive.

"Ya downa bastard let the lass go or else!" One of the shorter bobbies threatened the downer with his baton in hand.

The older downer rolled his eyes not really caring for the bobbies threat, cackling mentally. "Not until you let the gates open for the rest of us. We want our freedom back!"

The group of bobbies didn't give two fucks about what the downer had to say and ignored his "deal". It didn't mean fuck all to the blokes. All they cared about was how to help get the filthy downer off of you without him hurting you in anyway. They thought over their options carefully, but they had to be fast. Luckily for you they helped your plan into action.

Bingo. A distraction.

With the newfound bravery you smirk ever wider

lifting your leg to kick the man's baby maker, making him cry out in pain and drop the knife he held you hostage with. You go to pick it up while he gasp in pain, running toward the man to kick him down while he's weak, aimed the knife into his forehead without thinking with all your strength. The man scream in agony trying to push you off but you only continued to stab his head that was gushing of blood and brain tissue

The bobbies lowered their batons and stared in shock of what you just did seeing the massacre that just occurred. You stop after a bit breathing heavily throwing the knife to the side standing up kicking the dead bastard that laid before you.

You took a moment to pause to look at the scene below you. You felt... almost thrilled? You thought anyone would after killing a downer, but it wasn't even for that reason. A new sense of blood thirst it felt like. Whatever it was you felt wrong in every way possible, and now your whole dress and mask were ruined by blood and brain matter.

You forgot the bobbies were even with you in the first place til you hear this coming toward you. You had this feeling in your mind that you were in trouble, but how could you be when this was how things were here? Turning around you quickly tried to come up with an explanation to what you just done.

"A-Alright Constables I-I'm-" You stuttered out in fear, lifting your hands up. "I'm never like this- I don't know-"

"Blimey! Now that's how you beat a downa lady!" One of the bobbies exclaimed approaching you. It was the shorter Bobby. He seemed too thrilled to see the blood massacre to your liking. Noticing the downers body he crouched down to look at the downers now destroyed forehead. "Whoa you'd need a lot of strength to do that... impressive." He points out like he was complementing you.

You didn't know how to take it to be honest.

"That was brilliant! Roight in the head there good job we can take it from here!" Another bobby complemented on your "fine" work patting your shoulder with a wild grin. All you do is laugh sheepishly, stepping away from the bobbies.

"Thank you thank you my good sir's, but I must head home now take care!" You tried laughing it off and walk off but you bump into one of the taller bobbies chest by accidental.

"Sorry there missy you alroight?" The kind Constable asked.

You turn around quickly and all you see was the uniform of the Constable. Backing up you could already tell he was half your height just by looking at the attractive Constable, a somewhat familiar Constable that had such an lovely voice too. You swore you met this Constable before, but you couldn't remember his name.

The Constable notices the remaining blood on your clothes. He knew he couldn't do much to clean it expect your mask, so he bent down on his knee.

"Sorry if this seems off putting, but you got some... blood on ya mask still. Ya mind if I wipe it at least some of it off?" He asks kindly pulling out a cloth.

What a kind gesture from a man such as himself. He probably had better things to do then this but here he was being ever so kind so how could you deny the gesture from one of the men that technically help you save your life? With hesitancy you allow him;

"O-Of course Constable! I have a few hours left till I got to go to work anyways." You explain, reassuring the officer of the law. "And it's... kind of hard for me to see anyway, so thank you."

The Constable chuckles from your response,  starting to wipe your mask. "Of course."

He tried as hard as he could to clean it, but a simple rag wouldn't do much. As long as you could see that'd be enough for you to get home safely in his mind. Whilst wiping down the blood off your mask he looked past you to see the downers body being carried by one of his colleague. You saw him cringe a bit from this.

"Jesus, you... really killed him real good aye?" The Constable joked with you to ease your nerves, but you decide not to respond. He could tell him joking about it wasn't going to help so he moved onto something else.

"So tell me miss."

You turn your gaze into his blu- wait. They were brown. Interesting. His eyes were bloody brown. How rare to see something like that on a Constable. Brown was a much gentle kinder colour then the regular piercing blue eyes of the majority of the Constables had.

"I'm surprised you pulled that off. From afar it looked like the downa had a tight grip on ya."

You rubbed your arm shyly with a chuckle "Well Constable, I saw an opportunity to strick when he got distracted by you and your lads. Simple enough."

He hummed at your answer, nodding. "That makes sense. You're one tough cookie when ya can be shy bee."

You feel your cheeks start to flush from the silly nickname brushing it off like you didn't hear it.

"What is your name anyways? You seem familiar to me. I just can't quite remember..." The Constable asks curiously tilting his head. He sounded genuine.

"It's Y/N, my good sir, and thank you." You introduce yourself with a smile.

The Constable seemed to perk up hearing your name. He smiled before removing the rag off your mask. It seemed like in no time at all at least half the blood was cleaned off to his surprise. "Y/N... oh that's right now I remember. You work at Maiden Home yea?"

"That's indeed right Constable, but I'm curious as to how you guessed?" You ask him teasingly, and he seems to get a little defensive.

"I ain't no stalker miss I promise. I just overhead the old ladies talking about ya, is all, and from some of the lads too. They all say you're really kind and of course they're right about that." He says quickly in his defensive, feeling flustered, but all you do is roll your eyes at him.

"You really think my first thought was that you were a stalker? Oh please." Your attitude turned sarcastic seeing his reaction. It was almost too cute not to mess with him- "Word can get around sometimes, but I didn't know such good things were being said about me how charming!"

The Constable sighs in relief now standing up, nodding. "You're a real cheeky one Y/N, but due to my line of work I must continue from here; but not without returning you home safe and sound first with the news of downas running about today." He presents his arm to you leaning forward. "I don't think I can handle seeing you in harms way again ma'am, and I really don't want you to go to work looking like bloody marry all day. Since I know people will freak out seeing your clothes all drenched I know a safer route to get ya back home."

You were shocked at such an offer. It was an offer you didn't want to refuse as you felt safe and comfortable with this particular Constable. You reach an arm out to wrap your hand around his arm with a chuckle.

"I'll gladly take your offer Constable thank you so much, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to ma'am. It's my job to protect the citizens of this fine city after all." The Constable states as you two began to walk toward the back of the city. It would be a bit before this egging question got the best of you, but you just had to ask.

"This might sound a bit intruding, but you also look familiar to me as well, and I'd like to know the Constable that helped with my mask. What's ya name Constable?" You ask in a genuine way, you didn't want to seem rude after all.

The Constable then stopped to look down at you with a cheeky smile. "It's Constable Tommy ma'am."

You couldn't help but smile wider from his smile. It was ever so charming as you two began walking again. "Constable Tommy... a lovely name for a man in service."

You couldn't tell, but the Constable began to flush under his mask from your lovely complement, looking away from this unannounced feeling in his heart.

"Righto ma'am, righto..."

Piston Hondo Relationship Headcanons

Request by: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 538

• Just by looking at the man he's the type to keep to himself. Quite hard to make him twitch when it comes to anything. (I wouldn't suggest poking him with a stick or he'll most likely snap you in half, honorably in disgust.)

• When it comes to his partner however, well, it took a damn while for him to open up, let alone go outside himself to care for someone else.

• Not to say he's selfish, but he's been raised this way.

• Depending on how things go, and with enough patience and care, he turns into a completely different man around his S/O. Gentle, sweet, let's all his emotions out basically; caters to them.

• Spoils his S/O with meals he ate back in his home country (depends how he's feeling). Despite his upbringing his country is still very important to him, and he wants to share it with his S/O (as afraid as he was at first to share it with them.)

• If his S/O makes good tea with even a more delicious meal, by god he'd kill anyone at that point for them with no hesitation.

• In public Piston stays reserved like usual. Not that he's ashamed of not showing how much he loves his S/O, he just gets embarrassed easily (and he wouldn't know what to say to the press without stuttering).

• Growing up he didn't see or get much affection from his family either, so it also a took a while for Piston to slowly get brave enough to show his affection for his S/O physically.

• Piston eventually did subtle things to express his affection for his S/O like holding their hand for example. It keeps his mind stable and calm.

• Piston also wants them close to him. Wether they're walking anywhere or sitting down, their arms at least have to touch.

• As a man of few words, Piston isn't the greatest at verbal affection either, so he sticks with grunts of approval.

• Sometimes he'll mumble a thing or two about how much he loves his S/O in his native tongue, or along the lines of praise and nicknames.

• if Piston feels brave enough he'll even sneak a quick kiss on his S/O's cheek.

• Piston is also not that great when it comes to comfort, but he tries to cheer his S/O up when they're not themselves by taking them to the local sushi restaurant, tea shop, book store with manga to browse through, places that are relaxing and calm.

• If not that Piston would want his S/O to meditate with him since it's helped his mind as a person and boxer, so of course he's going to make his S/O do it with him.

• Even if he doesn't show or say it, but he shows his love and affection through stumble things like this.

• Even if he isn't used to it, like at all, but if his S/O just wants to cuddle with them and talk he wouldn't decline in doing so.

• Will use his voice to sooth his S/O.

• Piston is a very good listener too, so his S/O can tell him anything they want without getting interrupted.

Aran Ryan Relationship Headcanons

Request by?: Nobody Warnings: Slight mentions of NSFW at the end Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff kinda, kinda not Word Count: 469

• Who would in their right mind date a man like Aran Ryan (who's a complete psychopath) who wouldn't stop at nothing to hurt anyone? Oh yea, that one person would be his S/O.

• Everyone they knew told them not to even dare try to befriend him, let alone get close to him by how dangerous of a man he is; even some of the other boxers think he's insane, but his S/O looked passed the facade. Still insane yes, but Aran has some humility in him.

• Lots and lots of head nuggies.

• Aran always has his arm around his S/O's shoulder or waist.

• Aran gets him and his S/O in trouble almost on a daily basis.

• A real aggressive lover outside and inside the sheets if you know what I mean- 

• People get the impression that Aran and his S/O are just best buds when really they're lovers. Aran doesn't really show lovey dovey affection like most couples would. Not to say he can't at all, but the way he does it is different.

• Making fun of his S/O, teasing them, pushing them a little, hard high-fives, grabbing his S/O's shoulder whilst shaking them, leaving hard nibbles wherever he can latch himself onto, and if he's feeling real comfortable he'll leave sloppy kisses on his S/O; those are just the few ways on how he shows his way of affection toward his S/O.

• Aran's favourite place to go for dates are the local bar obviously (definitely not because he wants to fight some blokes to impress his S/O), but also playing pool and darts with his S/O are his go to these days though. If Aran's feeling "real nice" that day he'd prefer staying at his or his S/O's place to watch movies (or, you know, he'll make out with them).  

• In my NSFW head canons for Aran I explained how he'd be hyper sexual asf, but I didn't clarify something quite important. It's only when he's real close to someone, someone he has full amount of trust and love for since he has trouble trusting others (explaining why he's aggressive in his mannerisms). 

• Trust me when I say Aran gets real comfortable, way too comfortable. Examples of real comfortable would be him walking around his place (or his S/O's) butt ass naked with not a care in the world, basically begging his S/O to touch him. 

• He's touched starved as fuck after all, help the poor lad.

• Aran acts all innocent til he has his moment to strike. He does what he does sometimes to see if his S/O takes the bait or not (and no surprise it does 👀). 

• Aran really softens up toward his S/O, like real soft. He's more hush hush, but he still acts like his usual self.

Don Flamenco w/ a S/O who's introverted and not good at relationships

Request by: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 633

• You'd think a person like Don and his S/O would never meet, let along even date, but it somehow ended up working out. 

• Despite their differences in the social aspect of things, they surprisingly got along very well. 

• Once his S/O started opening up to him a little while after Carmen broke up with Don, he went completely over heels for them (it didn't happen over night though obviously).

• Who would have thought behind his S/O's stand-off-ish attitude and always avoiding any type of interaction or attention when they could would be this... complex? Interesting? Compelling? Even more so beautiful/handsome? Basically Don saw his S/O almost like a completely different person then who he first met. 

• Don officially knew his S/O was truly the one when he went against the first match with Little Max and knocked off his toupee. Don obviously freaked out and saw Carmen stomp off in a huff, and he felt completely shatter right then and there. 

• Even when he was feeling the way he was, and one of his worse flaws about him was revealed to the public, his S/O didn't leave once, not even having a face of disgust or resentment. Since they saw Carmen leave because of what happened as well, all they did was smile sadly toward Don, giving the look of "forget her you can do this". 

• Something in Don's heart that night sparked something in him, making him even forget Carmen walked out on him, but in the heat of sadness and rage he didn't realize it was him falling in love all over again.

• Even with Don's new rage he didn't win against the smaller boxer, leaving Don ashamed and absolute defeated from Little Mac taking his belt and knocking off his toupee, and guess who stayed by his side? His S/O. 

• Don never forget that night, asking his S/O out a couple months later. Even if it was S/O was hesitant about them being together explaining to Don about how bad they were with relationships, and how they weren't a people person, Don shut their self-doubting ass up by giving them the most passionate kiss he's ever given anyone. 

• With that kiss alone and how furious Don was at their self doubt, his S/O said yes in the most sweetest, angelic way ever while flustered (all it did was cause Don to furiously kiss them again and again).

• Now that the two were together, they improved from each other really. Don's S/O was slowly getting better with people, and even made efforts to learn to be a better partner, and Don became more considerate and patient. 

• Even if there were some arguments about either his S/O not texting him if they're out for long periods of time, keeping things that bother them inside themselves, or just straight up forgetting what even giving affection is like and ignoring Don sometimes, but in the end they both learned from it either way. 

• Don is still super affectionate and always teasing his S/O, and willingly tells everyone and the press how amazing of a person they are (since his S/O doesn't want to be on camera, he'll respect their wishes).

• When they're alone Don goes haywire on teasing and flirting with his S/O, causing his S/O to get "annoyed", brushing everything he says off (it's only because they're embarrassed and actually really loves all the love and praise that they receive from Don, but they don't want to admit it).

Great Tiger Relationship Headcanons

Request by?: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 388

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• He won't let anyone stop him from teasing his S/O any chance he got.

• An absolutely ruthless tease, even more then Don Flamenco is.

• Tiger loves pampering his S/O, wether it be gifts, food and affection.

• Is quite flirtatious, even more so a bit touchy. 

• Physical affection is everything to him to the honest. 

• Tiger has a way with words as well. With a voice like his there's no doubt that it would make anyone flustered and feel like they're under his spell. 

• Depending on height different, Tiger leaves soft kisses to the forehead, hands, neck, and lips if his S/O is short. If his S/O is tall? Well nothing would change since he can levitate and all.

• Tiger's S/O is one of the few people to ever see or touch his beautiful brown locks of hair (once enough trust is built among each other of course).

• Tiger will use his clones to mess with his S/O, wether to tease them or just annoy them for fun. 

• Why travel by airplane or car when Tiger's S/O has a magical man right in front of them? They can literally go wherever. (But if his S/O wants to take a longer look around them they'll travel by his magic carpet). 

• (What Tiger's doing with his magic is t o t a l l y legal guys). 

• Since Tiger is very popular in his home country Mumbai, India, his S/O should expect the press to get on their ass, and whenever they do Tiger just teleports the both of them away. 

• Tiger gets annoyed by this every time cause all he wants to do is show his S/O the wonders of his home country then worry about the press later. (Putting on disguises or something would be the only way for Tiger's S/O and him to explore his country fully without getting bombarded on).

• Is quite cocky inside and outside the ring. (I believe it's cause of his magical ability, but I could be wrong). With that in mind, Tiger will not hesitate to show his full extent of his magic around his S/O to impress them (if they're interested to see that is). 

• What's Tiger like around the other boxers with his S/O? Even more of a tease and a flirt. It's a way to show off, but he also just doesn't give a damn what the others think like Bear does, so he's obviously a huge fan of PDA.  

• And besides, he sees his S/O as his glorious majesty after all, and he'll treat them as such no matter who they're around.

Glass Joe Relationship Headcanons

Requested by: I forgor Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 436

• Not to stereotype or anything, but Joe's such a gentlemen.

• Through out first meeting his S/O to dating them he's quite a wholesome man (cough).

• Does whatever he can to make his S/O the happiest possible.

• Joe doubts himself sometimes thinking his S/O would be better off with someone else more successful.

• But his S/O remindshim of how much they love him for who he really is, even if he may not be the best boxer in the WVBA, but he's got the heart and spirit of a true champ.

• Has a thing of leaning against his S/O wether they're taller or shorter then him.

• Joe pretty much coos out praise and nicknames in French toward his partner (doesn't matter if his S/O understands what he says or not, cause they'll most likely know what he's doing just by the tone of his voice alone).

• Joe's favourite spots to kiss his S/O are their hands, cheeks, and lips (sometimes the side of their neck if he's really feeling affectionate or wants attention, and gentle whispering against their ear.).

• Joe just loves taking his S/O to cafe's whenever they go on a date. The atmosphere is just so calming and nice, it's the perfect place to hang out!

• Joe and S/O talk for hours whilst eating bread, croissants, and wine.

• Joe's subtle on his teasing. Unlike Don and Tiger being absolute teases when they can be toward their S/O's, Joe does it when it really counts, and hits his  S/O hard, and it's an absolute joy for Joe to see their reaction every time.

• If his S/O wants to learn French from Joe, he'd be absolutely flattered to teach them (he would also blush really hard from them wanting to get closer to him this way).

• I can imagine a scenario were Joe's S/O walks up to him one day, thinking of what they wanted to say in French to him, something really romantic. They try to mutter out what they wanted to say in French and they end up messing up feeling too embarrassed to continue anymore. Joe's heart would just melt seeing them trying to attempt it. Even if he only understood like half of it, he knew what they were trying to say. Joe finds it absolutely adorable and so sweet praising them for their efforts.

• So what's Joe like around the other boxers with his S/O? Pretty much the same as when they're not around them (may or may not get more protective around his S/O when Aran Ryan's around, he doesn't trust him nor like him).

Super Macho Man Relationship Headcanons

Requested by: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 467

• The man is pretty insecure behind the layer of darkened muscle of his. What I'm basically saying is he boosts and strokes his own ego to hide how he truly is and feels.

• With the type of people he's around he's actually pretty lonely in his personal life. Doesn't have any close friends either. Most of the boxers in the WVBA aren't even remotely interested to talk to him either.

• With the assumptions and gossip people have heard about him... no one's ever been interested/wanted to talk to/get to know Macho on a personal level and really only deal with him for interviews, deals, fame, money etc, whatever the case may be. Because of all that is why so much of Macho's personality is truly unknown. That is until he met his S/O, and his true self started shining through.

• In Macho's previous relationships he didn't care about commitment. Never really thought about it either. Every relationship he's been in always ended the same. They'd stay with him until they got their money's worth. Difference is with Macho's current S/O is that he can see that they truly love him for him and not his money. Himself knowing this through their actions alone makes him feel safe enough to commit his whole life to his S/O as they do the same for him. :)

• Depending on what type of person Macho's S/O is when it comes to paparazi, he'll respect their decision no matter when what it is. Macho 100% will go off on a triamph of praise toward his S/O if their not a fan of the spotlight (and he hopes they hear him say all that while watching him live on T.V ;) If their ok with the spotlight, well oh boy. Expect to be pampered and protected by the big guy himself.

• Always, ALWAYS has his arm around their waist at any given moment in time. Is not afraid to get right up close to his S/O either. Quite a physically affectionate guy.

• Calls his S/O 'his gal/guy', 'cool gal/cool guy', 'babe', 'baby', 'sweet thing', 'hot stuff'. Do I need to go on with the amount of nicknames this man has for his S/O.

• A tad possessive of his S/O. Not to an unhealthy point, but to a point where he gets protective of them because of what reputation he holds. Macho's got his enemies after all and he doesn't want his S/O to get targeted and dragged into it because they're dating him. He's doesn't want them to get hurt.

• He doesn't understand why, but his S/O always wants to lay in between his pecs whenever they cuddle. As long as they're happy and close to him he isn't complaining-

DJSS with shy S/O

Requested by: I forgor Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 254

• This man was born for HUGGING, CUDDLING, and HANDHOLDING. 

• Your gentle touches make him melt 

Ever since you guys got together, his ego died down a bit, but it's still there somewhat.

• Still being a NSR artist, of course his ego is still gonna be way up there. 

• He's not that selfish as he used to be though. 

• You've helped him change in ways you don't even know. 

• Even though it's hard for you to open up most of the time due to your shyness, you open up more eventually to Nova.

• Nova takes you out stargazing whenever you start feeling anxious or anything like that.

• He knows it calms you down, and you both enjoy it a lot , so why not?

•Calls you star, my starlight, anything that relates to space.

• Shows you music that he's working on.

• Carries you like a baby when he's in his other form.

• Is quite protective of you because it's hard for you to stand up for yourself.

• Will do his best to be by your side. Either through texts or calls when he's away somewhere.

• Will take you will him most of the time, but sometimes it's private NSR business.

• You understand wholeheartedly, even though he feels bad leaving you by yourself. 

• You reassure him by kissing his orb head, or holding him close to you. 

• Despite your guy's different personalities, ya'll make it work and balance each other out.

(Most) NSR characters reaction to receiving flowers from their S/O

Request by: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1028

Zuke

For being the chillest dude in the city, he honestly grows confused, yet flattered. He isn't much into flowers, but he appreciates them never the less with a growing blush on his cheeks. He's never gotten flowers from anyone before, but he'd rather buy his S/O flowers instead cause he loves to see their reaction (including giving them lots of kisses right after.)

DK West

Same as Zuke (cause he's his older brother obviously, duh) but acts very excitable as he picks his S/O up in a big bear hug. He's quite surprised they did something quite out of the norm, but he appreciates their enthusiasm when they show him the flowers with a jolly yet anxious look on their face. 

Mayday

Oh boy. If you thought she was already cracked, she'd be even more cracked tossing the thought of personal space out the window when her S/O gives her flowers. She's always excited getting anything from her S/O in general really, but the flowers they picked out were her favourite colour (and they smelt nice.) Since she lives in a sewer, she couldn't keep the poor things alive. Zuke told her so after all.

Eve

Poor thing grows into a blushing mess, basically speechless. She's just so appreciative while loving the generous gift. The flowers that her S/O gifted her gave Eve the inspiration she needed for her next art piece. This new sense of inspiration lead Eve to taking the flowers (including their S/O) to her studio and started a new project that evolved all around them, the flowers, and every amount of love Eve has for her S/O into it. 

Tatiana

Doesn't seem amused or impressed by them at first, but she takes the flowers from her S/O and thanks them anyway. Tatiana is quite a softy when she's alone so when no ones looking (including her S/O) she's able to finally use a somewhat-expensive-vase that was the perfect size for the flowers, leaving them in her office. When her S/O comes up to her office, they seem them on the table while Tatiana admired them. Let's just say after that happened Tatiana and her S/O have an "argument" about who's the cutest one now in their relationship. 

Neon J

He finds it weird at first (regardless of his S/O's gender) Neon only acted like this not to hurt their feelings of course, but this was just something he wasn't used to. Time passed by until Neon grew flustered, but his S/O caught him read-handed, pulling him into a hug. Neon J admits it while hugging them back, no longer being able to hide it behind his tough exterior anymore.

Rin (1010)

Would be in complete shock. He thought it was supposed to be the other way around. The bouquet of camellia's where beautiful to his eyes though. He's quite flattered either way, (and very blushy) and doesn't know what to say or do. Being the emotional robot Rin was, he almost bursts into tears, but holds them in and brings his S/O in a bone crushing hug after snapping himself out of his shocked state.

Zimelu (1010)

His face is as bright as a lava lamp once he sees a bouquet of amaryllis's in his S/O's hands. He felt strange receiving flowers, but thankfully takes them into his hands with a quick thank you. He basically turns very tsundere. He won't admit it, but after he received the flowers, he immediately looks for a vase and got them all nice and pretty on his nightstand right by the window, admiring them.

Purl-Hew (1010)

Acts very tsundere receiving the flowers. They were gorgeous blue flowers. He tries to hide his blushing, bright cheeks, but fails miserably. He also tries to hide a growing smile on his face. If him and his S/O are alone, he'd hold them close and kiss them all over their face. Since he's too shy to speak at that moment, his actions spoke for him.

Haym (1010)

Knowing how Haym is receiving any gift from his S/O, he was a thrilled blushy boy after receiving the bouquet of blue violets. Yeah, they'll die eventually, but it's the meaning behind the flower and the thought that counts! Haym showers his S/O with affection after receiving them.

Eloni (1010)

Doesn't know how to react to the bouquet of pink roses. He was pretty shocked. His cheeks grew the brightest they've ever been, blinding their S/O's eyes slightly. He apologizes and says he can't help it with a giant smile on his face while picking up his S/O to take them to his room to shower then with affection.

DJSS

DJ's reaction was... not too pleasant at first. He acted like his egotistical self, but he was a bit more rude about it (cause of his masculinity, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that) He kept calling them simpleton, but not in a joking way like he usually would. This left his S/O saddened, feeling tears start falling down their eyes. They begin to walk away as the flowers plopped on the ground. After hearing them leave, DJ huffs, feeling bad that he reacted the way he did. He turns around in his chair to see the flowers on the ground. They were a mixture of colours just like the galaxy. DJ then realized he fucked up, getting up to grab the flowers and looked for his S/O. He felt his heart sink as he quickly grabbed his phone to call them. Not to get too personal or anything, but when his S/O picked up, DJ was already driving to their house to cater and love them to apologize for him being such an asshole. 

Kliff

This rat of a man acts quite tsundere. He acts like he's upset and despises the flowers, but truly he doesn't. He's always appreciated and loved plants, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that so they could embarrass him even more with their way of expressing their love and affection for him.

DJSS with a mostly tired S/O

Requested by: I forgor Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 315

DJSS is so used to Vinyl City’s energetic population/fans it felt odd being around someone so… mellow, quiet, and more distracted at first. 

DJSS thought at first his S/O didn’t want to listen/was a bad listener in general whenever he or others talked/explained something, but really they were just tired as they tried their best to pay attention with what was being said. With this in mind the lack of sleep means worsened attention span (and other things as well), after all. 

Pushing his ego away and opening up to actually show his S/O he’s concerned for their health because of their lack of sleep, he does a bit of research and even reached out to other NSR artists for any advice since he didn’t know too much about sleep in general. 

If his S/O tries to brush it off that just makes DJSS more more determined to help with their  sleep.

Aside from that he’d also try suggesting his S/O some ways that’s helped him whenever he’s struggling with sleep like stargazing, listening to instrumental music, a nice warm bath too. 

You’d think one of those few examples would work and sound all nice sure, but the only thing that’s ever worked for his S/O was cuddling surprisingly enough. 

Short or tall, DJSS’s S/O falls right asleep whenever they lay ontop of him. Literally is the best alternative pillow ever fr. 

Of course trying to fix something such as this doesn’t just fix itself in one day unfortunately, but dating someone like DJSS he’s very set on fixing things and follows through with whatever he’s doing. 

Even if DJSS can be stubborn and sometimes rude, he wants his S/O to be happy and healthy as possible (even if he’s annoying about it), he’s just showing he cares… even if it’s a bit too much. 

Lazy Morning Pt 1 - (Purlhew X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody Warnings: Sexual Tension(?) Readers Gender: Female Reader Fanfic Type: Fanfic Fanfic Genre: Fluff/Lime Word Count: 908

"Purl, dear, it's time for us to get up now."

"Mmh"

You rolled your eyes at your blue-haired lovers response, smiling at him. "C'mon, don't be like that."

Purl-Hew groaned in reply, nuzzling his face more into your stomach with his arms around your waist. You had your hands in his hair, dragging your finger nails along his blue-coloured hair softly, earning a sweet hum from Purl-hew.

"I know it would be nice to stay in bed all day, but we got things to do with the gang remember?" You yawned, trying to move, but Purl-Hew kept you from moving anywhere. Purl-Hew auto-tuned whined.

"Just a little while longer babe, pretty please?" Purl-Hew gave you the puppy eyes, making you giggle.

He had his glasses off so you could see his pretty blue eyes of his.

You couldn't resist his beautiful charm, so you gave into him. He could be such a baby when you and Purl-Hew were alone away from the rest of the boys and Neon J.

"Fine you big baby, just a few more minutes. Then we're getting up." Purl-Hew sighed happily from your response. He then shifted himself close to your mouth with a smile.

Purl-Hew didn't say anything as he pushed his silicone lips onto your plump ones. You smirked, rolling your eyes at his playfulness. Your hand moved onto the back of Purl-Hew's neck to push him closer to your lips in the kiss. Both of you moved in sync as the kiss began to feel more exotic, and you could say, electrifying. You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments to catch your breathe. You still got overwhelmed from kissing him, despite how many times you two kissed, and Purl-Hew knew that. He wanted this to be an innocent kiss, but he had other plans in the back of his mind.

He pushed his lips onto yours again, this time he wasn't planning to pull away. He snaked a hand down to your thigh, making you gasp in the kiss. This gave Purl-Hew the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moaned out of shock. You couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away, feeling too embarrassed to continue (not now at least.) This left Purl stunned, stopping in his tracks. He grew worried he went too far, or he fucked up. Just as he was about to speak to apologize, you panted out;

"I-I'm sorry babe, but not n-now! We got things to do. We can save this for later you tease..." You muttered out with half lidded eyes, leaning forward to nibble his silicone ear. "Save that tongue action for later."

Purl-Hew felt like his ability to speak was taken away after what you said. His blue coloured cheeks and the lights on his boys grew brighter and fluctuated, making you laugh seeing your somewhat stoic boyfriend blush so hard from your words.

"You're not the only one that can be a tease babe, now let's get going before the others come for us." You say, making Purl-Hew groaned in annoyance.

"Fine..."

"Purl stop being such a grump and cmon!" You got out of the bed and extended your hand to him. Purl stared at your hand, seeming unimpressed as he extended to grab his glasses instead, putting them on.

"Nah babe, after what you did, that's not how it's going to work this time." Purl-Hew said under his breathe, looking up at you.

Confused at what he just said, you waited for what he was going to do. Purl-Hew got up, looking down at you, and suddenly scooped you up in his arms.

"Purl-"

"Be quite before I make you songbird... don't test me." Purl-Hew stared you down before heading out the door to downstairs where the others were.

You shut up after that, feeling your heart skip a beat. The tone in his voice explained how upset he was that you stopped your somewhat intense, make out session. Underneath it seemed like he was not just upset, but sexually frustrated? You hasn't seen him this upset over something like this before. You had a feeling he was planning something after you two hang out with the gang, and you couldn't help but smirk to yourself after making him like this. You lick your lips, snuggling up to Purl-Hew.

"I love you Purl, and I'm sorry." You apologize in a whisper, feeling Purl-Hew's eyes on you.

You closed your eyes as your man carried you along the long hallways of the mansion. Purl rolled his eyes, maneuvering his lips to your forehead.

"Even though I'm a tad annoyed by you right now, but I love you too babe. Remember that." Purl-Hew muttered, leaving a long but meaningful loving kiss on her forehead before shifting his head forward. "And I'll definitely make you sorry after we're done our tasks at hand."

Your lips closed shut, feeling yourself get flustered. Purl-Hew knew he hit something within you cause he felt you tense up in his arms. Under his now stoic exterior, he smirked to himself. He knew how to exactly embarrass you, and you knew how to exactly embarrass Purl-Hew. It was a fun game you two played. No wonder why the fans shipped you two so much. You seemed too perfect for each other, especially when it came to the teasing part of things anyway.

Aran Ryan NSFW Headcanons

Requested by: I forgor

Warnings: NSFW headcanons, kinky shit

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: NSFW

Word Count: 219

• You can't tell me this man isn't into bondage. If you say no you're obviously mistaken. 

• You know in game when he says to Little Mac "keep hitting me, I love it", that just rings masochist to me. That alone totally proved my point. You can't tell me I'm wrong. 

• A real aggressive lover. He will not slow down unless it gets too much for you then he'll stop. 

• Heavily a power dom, real kinky. Not a single ounce of sub in this man's body. 

• He'd totally choke you, and wants you to choke him.

• Will push both of you to your limits, sometimes even passed that. Aran may have too much stamina. 

• Rapidly talks dirty mixed with groans and heavy pants. (With his Irish accent it hits way harder then it should-)

• Will not hesitate to leave love bites all over you, even ones that are hard to hide. Quite possessive.

• Is very much into degrading on both ends of the spectrum.

• I kinda see Aran being hyper sexual really. With his hyper sexuality and high amounts of stamina... I think you know where I'm going with this.

• Aran goes hard. Real damn hard once you're prepared to take what he's got if you catch my drift-

Great Tiger NSFW Headcanons

Requested by: I forgor

Warnings: Typical NSFW ramblings

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: NSFW

Word Count: 358

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• This man is full of surprises, I mean literally- 

• With his ability to use magic anything is possible.

• Heavily takes advantage of using silk drapes as a way to bondage his S/O. He finds it’s less hard on the skin and more comfortable for his partner toadjust themselves.

• If Tiger can’t reach an area he can’t touch he’d use his clones/illusions to do it for him. 

• Speaking of his clones/illusions; if his S/O is into the gangbang sort of thing Tiger wouldn’t hesitate gladly do it for them. He always wants to please his majesty anyway he can, after all… 👀 (Of course a safe word would be set in place as well since Tiger would feel dreadful if he ever hurt or discomforted his majesty. Consent is everything.)

• Fingers like silk, Tiger knows how to use them to the best of their abilities, like the right places to stroke, touch, grab, pinch, etc, he’ll take his sweet time finding all his S/O’s sensitive areas and make them squirm under his touch.

• Tigers not so much into quickies as he’s much more passionate about the build up of sex more then anything. The anticipation and thoughts about what he could do to his S/O alone turns him on. 

• Very much a power dom/pleaser, but doesn’t mind his S/O taking over when he’s in a certain mood. 

• Doesn’t haven’t a preference of what body part he likes on his partner. He just wants to touch, grasp, pinch, and bite EVERYTHING he can and make his S/O squirm. 

• Before hand he’ll have water (or tea) and a wiping cloth prepared for the aftermath. Believes  aftercare is just as important.

• Having a sensitive nose, Tiger loves using incense’s on any occasion besides sex even (If his S/O isn’t allergic or anything to them anyway-) Certain smells turn Tiger on while others relax him. He wants his S/O to feel as content as possible, and oh boy does it set the sensual tone head on by the smell of the room alone. 

Bald Bull taking a nap with his S/O

Requested by: Anon Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 442

• Trust me when I say I’d take a while to even convince Bull to cuddle in some situations. He’s always anxious of paparazzi somehow finding both him and his S/O, even with the many amounts of bodyguards he’s hired to keep them away. 

• Luckily Bull has a small farm his parents given to  him that no other person knows about expect him and his S/O. It’s one of his happy places, and one of the places he wouldn’t show anyone unless he has deep trust in someone. The farm is very precious to him.

• Getting away from the noise of fame and living in the moment on the farm, Bull’s attitude completely flips. More relaxed, calm, smiles and talks way more, small things like that that’s very subtle, but it’s there! It really shows that Bull’s more of an outdoor person and he just feels trapped being inside anywhere for too long. 

• Being on a farm can be exhausting, so naps happen quite often between him and his S/O whenever they have the chance.

• When Bull’s at his farm with his S/O he has no worries about anyone pestering him and his S/O since the place is kept so secretive. He’s way more open to showing and accepting physical affection. 

• Not being used to physical affection though, he’s a tad scared of being that close to someone, especially someone he loves truly. He’s just afraid he might hurt them somehow with hard hard physic, and feels a bit insecure about himself not knowing how to ‘cuddle’ the right way. 

• Luckily for him his S/O finds that he’s a naturally talented cuddler even if Bull doesn’t think so, but he’s ever so so gentle while holding his S/O in his arms. 

• Bull gets extremely shy whenever his S/O is the big spoon, but secretly loves the feeling of being held this way cause he feels that you always got his back no matter what happens.

• Bull’s glad his S/O trusts him and he trusts them just as much, his harden demeanour slips away whenever he and his S/O are alone. Basically whatever anger he had is snapped away without a trace of it even being there in the first place.

• Majority of the time after the said naps, sometimes his S/O wakes up to him whispering sweet things into their neck, telling them he’ll always protect them and love them as long as he lived while petting his S/O’s hair ever so gently like a touch of a feather; so careful not to disturb his S/O while they sleep. <3

Don Flamenco NSFW Headcanons

Requested by: I forgor Warnings: NSFW headcanons Readers Gender: Female Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: NSFW Word Count:451

• If it isn't obvious he's a very tender passionate over. 

• Not sure why, but I see this man as a guy who just really enjoys morning sex the most out of anything else. 

• I can imagine you're just starting to wake up from a heavily needed beauty sleep, waking up feeling refreshed and ready for the morning, then boom you feel something lying on your chest, your boyfriend/husband Don.

• Once he knows you're awake he'll start giving you slow passionate kisses starting from the middle of your chest to your neck. He's the type of man to take it slow and loves doing so. Once you realize where things are going you don't even dare stop him but spread your legs more.

• Don muttering sweet sweet Spanish in your ear in his sleepy voice is better then any type of ASMR combine, especially when he says your name and tells you how much he adores and loves you. 👀 

• Boy can this man be loud when he's with something he trusts (he can't help himself). As much as he loves everything about himself (except his receding hairline), he hides his moans behind whimpers and groans. Don rather wants to hear your mutter and moans of pleasure. He takes pride of making sure you're fully pleased. 

• I don't see Don as particularly kinky at all. Kinda vanilla-ish really. If you're wanting to try new kinks, I feel like he'd wouldn't mind exploring them with you, so don't be shy to ask.

• With how cocky Don is he's totally a dom, a really caring dom that makes sure you're feeling good through out and cared for. If you catch him in the right mood though (e.g. being in a cuddly mood, wanting your attention.) he might let you top him. 

• Heavily uses teasing to his advantage. Teasing mixed with heavy amounts of flirting will definitely take you in for a wild mental ride. 

• Don never had doubt on his love making abilities as he takes pride in it, and of course takes pride in pleasing you (and he's had previous experiences prior to meeting you).

• I know I said Don is kinda vanilla-ish before, but I don't know why I thought he'd be really into using vibrators. He just seems like that type of guy, and he wouldn't hesitate to use or show them to you either. It brings him over the edge seeing you struggling to keep your voice down from the vibrator on your clit at just the right spot (either Don fucks you or he'll use a 6-7 inch vibrator that thrusts on it's own inside you).

Bald Bull with an S/O who has social anxiety

Requested by: I forgor Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: SFW Word Count: 467

• You gotta give credit to Bald Bull for at least trying comfort his S/O despite his rough nature.

• Bull's never been the comforting type, but since he's met his S/O, he's grown soft and more patient.

• Bull's still surprised yet grateful his S/O is still with him even after blowing up many times at people (including his S/O. Bull always regretted it of course and apologizes profusely with affection and gifts anytime it happened.) 

• Bull knew the moment he met his S/O, they were just a good kind of different. At first when his S/O gave him advice on how to handle anger, he got upset over it being of how he was at the time, but then he thought about it more later. No one just goes out of their way to give advice like that straight up to a guy like himself. People feared him, yet his S/O was brave enough to speak to him. 

• The paparazzi defiantly doesn't help his S/O at all. It makes them feel way worse and puts them on verges of panic attacks. 

• If that ever did happen Bull absolutely would coddled them till they're stable again. 

• Bull's S/O overthinks about everything about themselves, and of course this irritates Bull to no end. Bull doesn't understand why they can't see how wonderful they are like he does, they're perfect. 

• He does whatever he can to help them. To get away from the press and all the stress Bull takes his  S/O to places where the press can't find them. It's just him and his S/O. 

• Bull's never met someone with what his S/O has, and respects them highly for being so strong in their own right. He himself couldn't see what I'd be like since he's never had problem socializing.

• If his S/O is able to calm Bull down and be there for whenever he needed, he feels obligated to do the same for them since they're dealing with a struggle of their own which is way different from Bull's 

• Very gentle with his S/O, makes sure to speak lower to not scare them.

• If things get too much for his S/O, he'll respect if they need their alone time to recharge. Bull definitely knows that feeling of wanting to be alone from literally everyone. He knows in his heart they'll come around eventually.  

• To get his S/O more comfortable with talking to people he introduces them to a few of the boxers. Out of all the boxers they seem to feel comfortable around Glass Joe, Disco Kid, and Mr. Sandman. 

• And yes they've helped Bull's S/O a lot.