Okok Sweet Tony romantic hesdcanons pretty please. I love my short greaser man
Y'know what, why not? Have some lil' hcs for the big man.
Sweet Tony General Romantic Headcanons
Let's get this out of the way first off; when Tony fell for you, he made absolutely no secret out of it. Everyone in the Toughs knew, and I mean everyone. Why? Well, cause it was obvious.
Before you two'd even gotten friendly, he was sporting some major heart eyes for you. (His crush on you made perfect sense: You were nice to him, treated him seriously, and you even complimented his hair at some point! How could he not love someone who noticed the clear effort he puts in and appreciates it?)
The way he goes about 'courting' you is actually incredibly sweet, for Nevada especially. He tries to learn about your interests, even if he comes across as a little clumsy with it by trying to impress you regardless of if he even knows what he's doing or not.
(And hey, the teaching moments just make you closer. Especially because, despite his bravado and macho image he tries to maintain, he genuinely listens to you? Nothing you say is worth ignoring to him; if you're taking the time to say it, he's taking the time to really hear it. Even if you need to be a little patient on the understanding part.)
He goes out of his way to do things for you, buying you lunch and keeping you well-protected from Nevada's dangers. The Toughs aren't the strongest gang in Nevada, but they take care of their own. And boss says you're one of them now!
(Plus, he really wants to make himself seem reliable to you. Y'know, like good boyfriend material.)
He likes to think he's being patient, but he does ask you out fairly quickly in the end. Primarily because he wants you to know just how much he's interested in you, but also because he can't stop imagining dancing with you at his favorite diner, sharing milkshakes, riding on his bike with you, holding hands–he's a mess for you.
Of course, the Toughs are involved with the confession, helping to wingman him cause all they've seen for weeks is the dopily happy look he gets when he thinks about you. They're more than happy to help bring you to him under the pretense of him needing to see you cause 'some hotshot thought they could give him a major shiner and he needs ya to patch him up'. (Not uncommon, with the trouble his loud mouth gets him in sometimes.)
But you find him there with a blush and bashful twist in his visual cross as he tries to ask you to be his main squeeze. No injuries included.
And honestly? He is a pretty good boyfriend, despite being a gang leader. His mama raised him right; this grunt will not let you even think about opening a door for yourself or paying for things if he can cover it for you. He wants to take care of you, make you know you don't have to lift a finger. Your man Tony's got it covered.
And hey, he's a motorcycle guy; he's handy. All that time spent fixin' up the bike he calls his baby makes him more than capable with most things you might need. And if he doesn't know, he's more than stubborn enough to learn so you don't need to pay some nosewipe to do it instead.
Affection is offered freely and without much embarrassment. You're goin' steady, why would Tony feel any ounce of discomfort at keeping an arm around you (not over your shoulders, he ain't that tall-) or kissing you hello and goodbye? In fact, he enjoys it. But if you initiate first, you'll make this tough greaser into a blushing mess.
(He might pout about it if you fluster him in front of his boys, but that doesn't mean he'll want you to stop. Don't, please-)
He gives you his jacket, no question about it. Doesn't matter if it's too cold in Nevada for it, you're wearing it. The jacket smells like his cigarette smoke, the pomade he uses, and that cologne you said you liked on him–something he shells out anything to get cause he'll use only the best for you. (They don't exactly have regular perfumers in post-apocalyptic Nevada.)
He actually gets home earlier when you're involved, too. It's almost like he's impatient to get back to you; he'll even stop in the middle of beating the tar out of some punk trespassing on his turf if it means being late for dinner with you.
Yeah, he's sorta whipped for you. But honestly? There's no way he'd rather be.
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Auditor, Phobos, 2BDamned and Sanford with a reader that overworks themselves. Prioritizing work over mental and physical health, pushing themselves to their breaking point, skipping meals and only getting a few hours of sleep. I just need these four in particular to tell me to take care of myself and care about me argggh
Overworked reader
Audi, Phobos, Doc, Sanford
CW: bit of a mental spiral on San's end, ends well tho.
Burnouts a bitch man, don't wear yourself thin over shit, y'hear?
Auditor
"Are the chef's meals not to your liking?" You nearly jumped out of your seat when Auditor's ghostly whisper filled your ear. Casting your aching, tired eyes from your paperwork at the once hot meal, still arranged with care on the plate, completely untouched from the moment it left the kitchen.
"Oh, no. Of course not. They're good, don't worry." You offered him a weak smile. "I'll have it later, I just need to finish this up." Audi's eyes narrowed as you gestured meekly to your desk, piled high with reports, cloning records, casualty tallies, and other such boring admin work.
"It's cold." He grumbled, spinning your chair to face him, hands on his hips. "You're going to really hurt yourself and burn out if you keep pulling these awkward hours. Don't think I haven't noticed you slipping from our bed to come back to this. Did you forget how light a sleeper I am?"
Audi's stern demeanour dropped as your features fell, already feeling low because of how your body was struggling, now having your boss/lover add to that. "I just need to be able to keep up with you. What use am I really if I can't handle a fraction of the work you do?"
His hand rested under your chin, thumb delicately stroking your cheek. "You could never keep up with me, my flame, I was made to handle this. You're just a delicate mortal, you do more than enough without stressing yourself trying to level with me. Allow me to finish this later, mea vita, you are going to get a hot, fresh meal while I draw a bath for us, and after you will get the rest your body needs. That's an order, from your employer, understood?"
"Yes, but-"
He cut you off. "No 'ifs, ands, or buts,' You are going to hurt yourself, and I refuse to allow anyone to hurt you, even self inflicted pain. I, as your partner and boss, will clear this burden for you. When I asked for your best, I meant the best you can consistently handle, not this. You're not yourself, and I command you seek out that old self that I fell for and bring them back to me instantly."
Phobos
Being the director's lover had essentially no downsides, nobody spoke a bad word around you, people helped you far more than before, not to mention the adoration of the most powerful figure in the physical realm. However, that same man would often breathe down your neck, commanding you to stay by his side constantly.
Phobos relished in you, watching you, listening to you, being around you. He wished to be adored equally in return, however your work proved to be a distraction from him. He was... a tad obsessive, but how could he not be? He's a god, it was only right you'd devote yourself to him and him alone.
"Leave that alone will you? Your god requires your attention." A large clawed hand rested on your shoulder, the other pulling down his bandages from his mouth. "Your recent neglect of me is not going unnoticed, dear."
You rubbed your aching eyes, staring at a computer screen all day and most of the night irritated them. "I'm sorry Bo, but there's a lot of work that needs reviewing, I've got weeks of backlog to go through, and Christoff, Crackpot and Gonne have all submitted new reports today with pages and pages of intel to go through."
His hands wrapped around your middle, he lifted you up and took your place on the chair, resting you in his far more comfortable lap. "Bah, they're not worthy of your time. I'll command someone else to do it, the short fat one, whatever his name is. He enjoys paperwork and the like."
"Hofnarr is no doubt as swamped as I am." He took your face in one of his hands, his cracked and damaged lips pressing against your cheek.
"Someone else then, if it pleases you. Whatever it takes for you to spend time with me." You leaned into him, your back pressing against his chest, and he emitted a deep purr. "I am a god amongst men, dear, I don't beg for what I desire. I take it. And yet I allow you this honour. So please..."
Your stomach rumbled against his hand. "Harumph! Neglecting yourself as much as you've neglected me?! How dare you, enough is enough. I command you take care of yourself!" Phobos picked you up with ease, holding you level to his eye. To anyone else, he'd be holding them by their collar, or neck to meet his gaze, but with you, he was softer. A hand under your rump and the other on your back, supporting your weight comfortably.
"You are the lover of a god, think how pitiful it would look if I can't even take care of my equal? You stand above others, the right hand of my throne. Your duties have changed, lesser beings will take charge of them. Your only priorities are yourself and me, and the family we will create." Phobos snapped his fingers, and one of the guards at the door came forward.
"See to it that the chefs prepare your God's favourites, find someone to take their duties on and allow them to be truly indulged as they should be." Phobos looked back to you, his eye narrowing. "I will tear this world asunder for you, and build it up as you desire. I will give you anything your heart pines for, never again shall you be run ragged like this."
Phobos was self assured, a god of the highest order, surrounded by weaker, lesser beings. And yet here he was, begging at your altar. He wished you'd devote yourself equally to worshipping you as he did, and he would make damn sure that happened.
2BDamned
3 AM. Doc was in the kitchen, boiling some water over the stove. Hank has smashed the coffee maker earlier in the day, said he'd accidentally dropped the thing, yet couldn't explain the crowbar in his hands. Doc gritted his teeth, damn Wimbleton, making his hard job harder with their stupid thoughtless actions.
He had no doubt the fool had burned themselves on the machine and gone overboard against the poor helpless thing in revenge. Now here he stood, using the stove to make both his coffee and his snack. Instant noodles, his saving grace in the world. Easy to prepare, quick to eat, and filling.
With bleary, tired eyes, you wandered into the dim kitchen, hearing Doc grumbling to himself about 'Getting that moron to find another working machine or he'll have his spine inserted upside down next time.'
"Hey sweetheart." Yawning and setting your tablet down, you wrapped your arms around his midriff and leaned your face into his back. One hand pulled way from the stove, running down your arm before resting atop your hand, feeling the ring around your finger.
"You should be asleep, love." Doc murmured, his animosity towards Hank gone in the wind. You inhaled deeply, basking in his familiar scent.
"I could say the same to you, Kyle." He let out a soft 'Hm.', agreeing without agreeing. You were right, of course. "Debugging with Dei was going well, till he nodded off. San came by on one of his usual bathroom breaks and picked him up."
Doc poured the water into his noodle cup. "You want some coffee?" He took your favourite mug out of the cupboard.
"I thought you wanted me to sleep." You teased tiredly.
"You're my spouse. I know you well enough to know that's not gonna happen anytime soon, even if I would like it if you did." He tossed some powdered milk into the cups along with the beans. "We don't have any sugar left I'm afraid, or sweetener. It's become so scarce these days. Ration packages can't even supply a tiny packet anymore."
"I can get sugar anytime I've got you around." Doc smiled and turned off the hob, turning around to pull you into his arms. "Can I get some now?"
As far as you two were concerned, nothing else existed, everything except what was in both your arms was null and void. He tilted his head down slightly, lips catching yours softly. Butterflies fluttered in your tummy, they flared up every time your husband kissed you.
You rested your head on his chest, it was rare you two had a truly private moment together, as much as you both tried. Being enemies of the state was hard work, who'd have thought?
"You should really lay down dear." Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up to him. You hadn't even realised you'd started dozing off in his arms.
"No, I've got work to do." You yawned, and Doc chuckled softly.
"You're really stubborn sometimes, you know that?" He picked up both coffees and his noodles. "Tell you what, grab your tablet and we can get cosy in bed together. Work can wait until later, I think we've overdue some private couple time."
Nestled in the crook of Doc's arm felt like the safest place in the world, even with coffee in your system, you couldn't help but fall asleep with him. Trust and love deep rooted, he was your sanctuary.
And damn it, he was going to get you into a healthier sleep routine.
Sanford
It'd been a couple weeks since you'd seen Ford, Doc had sent him off on recon work with Deimos and a splinter group from a faction allied with the SQ, they'd been on the other side of Nevada having heard whispering of something dangerous settling out there.
Two weeks of silence left you anxious, pacing around often, skipping meals and staying up into the early hours of the morning. Longing makes the heart sick, and a sick heart makes the body weak.
The only think you could do to keep your mind occupied was cleaning out the gun stash, checking over the stocked rounds repeatedly, despite the numbers never changing, cleaning already dirt and grime free steel.
A scrubbing brush in hand, you scraped at one of the many swords Hank had salvaged, violently jolting the bristles back and forth over either rust, or really crusted on blood just above the hilt.
Doc usually kept you in the loop of long jobs, sometimes you'd even be in walkie talkie range of your partner and could hear his voice. He could be hurt, he could be dead, you'd be none the wiser, and that was maddening.
Of course you weren't needy and dependant on him, that'd be too much, but just a sign he was okay would've been enough to give you peace of mind. It's the not knowing that drove you to dark places.
Bang!
You jumped in your seat as the front door slammed. "Baby, you here? I'm back." Dropping the blade, you got to you feet and rushed to the door.
"Sanford, you're okay?!" You leaped into his arms, and he caught you easily. Oh sweet security, your world had come home to you safely.
"Yeah babe," San leaned back slightly to get a good look at you, his loving gaze turning to concern. "uh, hope you don't mind me sayin' doll/stud, but you look like hell." His hands brushed over your hair. "...When did you last shower?"
Suddenly you felt rather embarrassed, it'd been a.... couple days at least. Probably about a week since you'd stopped properly taking care of yourself. Swapping meals out for multiple junk snacks, a fucked up sleeping schedule consisting of occasional naps but mostly anxious pacing and activity.
"Uhm..." That was an answer enough for him.
"Baby," Sanford rubbed his cheek, clearing off some dust from his face. "you need to take care of yourself." He sighed and took off his sunglasses. "Have you even been eating properly?"
You didn't meet his gaze. "Okay. Tell you what," He took off his dirty tank top and tossed it aside. "I'll pull out something from the freezer, shove it in the oven while we get a nice shower, and then we can eat and get some rest." Just being near him, hearing his melodic voice again was enough to bring you to a sense of normalcy.
Sanford was fine, he was alive, he was here.
"Things have just been a bit... off without you." You sighed, clinging to his frame, almost afraid if you let him go, he'd run off for another two weeks, or longer. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with, not knowing where you were, if you were safe... It's been hard."
"I get it. I do, I really do," Sanford had his own experiences with deep depression, despite being the large stoic type, the horrors of war, what he and his friends had to do to get an advantage against everything haunted him. "fight, flight, freeze is a real thing, but you can't just shut down baby. You gotta keep fightin, keep yourself in good shape 'cause it's a scary world out there."
"I know. It's easier said than done though." Sanford pulled out a tray of his legendary frozen mac n cheese, you hadn't checked the freezer since he'd left, otherwise that would've been long gone. You didn't know how he did it, but it was godly each time he made it.
"I get that." He shoved the tray into the oven, flicking switches to heat up the frozen dish. "You gotta change how you think, baby." You watched him take off his bandanna, revealing his hair. Or lack thereof.
"You shaved your head?" Usually he'd grow out his hair, style it into long locs and keep them tied back and under his bandanna, but once in a blue moon he'd get bored of maintaining them, and shave it off to start again.
Sanford ran a hand over his scalp, feeling the small curls starting to reappear. "Yeah, easier than trying to keep it clean out there. Dusty as hell." His hands came to rest on your shoulders, turning you to the bathroom. "No bother, I've got your hair to care for now. I'mma spoil you rotten."
Years of caring for his baby siblings had taught the beefcake that just telling someone what to do usually didn't help, but doing it along side them helped solidify the action. He'd help you get cleaned up, get back to eating proper food and getting proper sleep.
He needed to fall into the routine too, sleeping rough in trucks was a pain in his back, and access to his comfy old bed would do him wonders to getting decent sleep again. A full belly and his favourite person in the entire world cuddling into his pecs definitely helped too.
Hank's reaction is to freeze for a few moments as he tries to process that THE PLAYER was KISSING HIM. After a few moments of tense stiffness, he quickly melts into it...and the poor Player may get more than they bargained for as Hank deepens it and hungers for more. His impulsive and reckless nature smothers the Player as they gasp for air and cackle at his neediness. Pushing his head away does little to deter him as he whines rather pathetically in response, but it's enough to make you give him another smooch.
Sanford would pretty much go wide-eyed (if he had eyes) and would take a moment to absorb the fact that the Player decided to give him a deep kiss out of nowhere. Once it processes, he wraps his arms around the Player and gives them a deep and loving kiss in response. He's waited so patiently for this moment and he wasn't going to waste it. He was going to explore as much of the Player as he possibly could, within reason. It's not every day a god decides to give you a big kiss!
Deimos would react immediately. His grin would turn lecherous and his gaze would become confident (if not a little cocky). His lips entrap the Player's and his arms confine them to his chest as he explores and tangles their tongues together in a breathless dance of immediate passion. His taste is of smoke and slight sweat, and despite him having sharp teeth, he's very gentle when it comes to kissing his Player. The moment the two of you break apart, you're heated and breathless. He doesn't even need a go ahead to kiss you again, he just does. Taking your breath away all over again.
Doc is stunned the moment you give the mouth piece of his mask a loving kiss. He's literally frozen for a few minutes and finally understands that the Player gave him some delicious pieces of affection. He doesn't take his mask off, cause you pretty much fled the medbay after giving him the kiss, but his thoughts are occupied all day by the thoughts of you loving him enough to give him a smooch. When you both get some alone time...he'll be sure to return the favor.
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Idk if you still write madness combat stuff but I REALLY wanna suggest a character (bc there’s no x reader content of him)
The minor antagonist side character from MPN arena mode: Sweet Tony 🔥🔥
I understand if you can’t do him bc there’s so little screentime of him. I just love my little tough guy with a big personality.
Unfortunately THIS is my favorite character in this game.
This is from months ago, but it caught my attention cause I love it when people like lesser mentioned side-characters lmao. I happen to like greasers and mob types as well, so yeah, I can write for Sweet Tony if you still wanna read some stuff about him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯