#luke sf6 x reader

[boschfanaccount]

How They Sleep Next To You

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

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

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

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

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

First kiss hcs of Ed, Bosch, Jamie and Luke??? 👀 Pretty plz with a cherry on top?

👀hehehe of course

Ed

He was on an adrenaline high after you and him stomped out some Shadaloo trash, who'd been tailing you two for days.

Thinking they had the upper hand, they tried to corner you two in an alleyway.

Obviously, they're not the type to listen to reason, so he'll let his fist do all the talking.

But one of those thugs was quick enough to hook him in the mouth, splattering blood over the left side of his face.

That was cute, Ed had to admit, but that didn't stop him from knocking them out cold with a brutal right cross.

After the dust settled down, you noticed his split lip, so you tried to wipe the blood away with your thumb.

But Ed grabbed your hand just before you could touch his face.

The adrenaline mixed with his possessiveness led to an unexpected situation between you two.

And without a second thought, Ed pulled you into a needy kiss.

You can taste the iron on your tongue as he wraps his arms around you, feeling the desperation on his lips.

Although you were the one who broke the kiss, Ed was the one who leaned in for more.

Bosch

Your first kiss happened when you forgot to bring your lunch to the gym, so you did the only reasonable thing and sulked face down on the mats.

Noticing your…predicament, Bosch asked why you looked so distraught.

You told him how you packed a 5-star culinary meal, only for you to leave it at home.

He rolled his eyes, holding out a container. "Here, and don't expect this to be an everyday thing."

You pushed yourself up, sitting cross-legged as you took the container from him. "What is it?" you asked.

Bosch said he knew you would forget to bring your lunch again, so he prepared one for you in advance, which made you stare at him.

"What?" he said.

"You're more domestic than I imagined."

"Just take your food." He shot back, feeling the warmth creeping up his neck. Great, now he's starting to feel embarrassed.

Unable to resist his cute face, you leaned in and gave him a short, sweet kiss as a thank you.

Bosch stiffened under your gesture, but eventually relaxed once you pulled away.

He lightly ran his fingers across his lips, trying to feel the sensation again.

But as you were about to join the others, you felt a slight tug on the back of your shirt.

"Hey," he muttered, eyes meeting yours. "Don't forget to thank me properly later."

Jamie

Your first kiss with Jamie happened when he was drunk.

He can be quite affectionate after a couple of rounds and tends to cling to you when you try to leave.

So it wasn't surprising that he wrapped you in his arms during a night out on the rooftops of Chinatown.

He smothered you to the point where you had to physically remove him despite his whines.

And when you thought that was the end of it, Jamie had you pinned to the floor faster than you could blink.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a drunken stupor.

He laughed, watching as you struggled against him.

Aw, don't look at him like that, it'll make him feel bad.

But Jamie knew just the thing to cheer you up.

His loose hair tickled your face as he leaned closer to you.

And although he was drunk, he was a functioning drunk. So he wasn't too sloppy in his movements as he gave you a kiss.

Jamie nipped at your lips impatiently, wanting to taste more of you.

And when he pulled back, he got a good look at your flustered face.

His grip loosened around you, which gave you enough time to try and wiggle out.

"You wanna leave so soon?... We barely even started."

Luke

Luke isn't the type of guy to shy away from affection.

In fact, he encourages you to give him more.

He likes to give you a lot of cheek pecks even before your first official kiss.

It happened when you had a movie night at his house.

You both ate sugary treats and buttery popcorn until your stomach hurt from the amount of food you two were eating.

He always invited you to his home to do random activities: like playing video games or setting up his new computer equipment.

After a while, you rest your head on his chest and snuggled closer to him under the covers.

You like feeling how warm he was and hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Luke grinned, seeing how cute your tired face was, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

He asked if you wanted to clock out for the rest of the night but you groaned, saying how you wanted to finish the movie.

He gave you a peck on your lips, "It's okay. The movie will still be here when you wake up."

The kiss was light and gentle.

And his lips were softer than you expected.

"Your lips are soft..." you said, before dozing off.

Luke laughed at your remark and engulfed your body in a tight hug.

[ieetbeez]

[ Jamie Siu Headcannons !? ]

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

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

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

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

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

Shockingly NOT dirty though.

Definitely got his earlobe pulled.

Definitely pissed that Luke is taller than him.

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

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

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

Cried while watching Hamilton.

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

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

Got his jacket tailored to be cropped.

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

His rice cooker is 2 decades old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will get on your ass for dirtying his shoes.

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

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

"It's putang ina mo hehe."

Buys stuff from Instagram marketplace.

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

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

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

[chqolan]

SFV Luke boyfriend headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

A/N: i was cleaning out my notes app and happened to find this. this was probably written sometime before sf6 came out, but i still agree with everything my past self wrote here tbh

TW: fem reader, very self indulgent hehehe, luke is submissive and inexperienced, experienced reader, oral (f)

sfw

V luke is young , naïve and just absolutely adorable overall

he would be such a cute boyfriend , but shy at the same time

he mostly likely has no experience with relationships, let alone girls in general, so bear with him please

he’s almost like an average teenage boy. messy and ignorant at times

with his father passing away so early in his life, he probably still enjoys letting his inner child out considering he was forced to mature quickly

v luke is just an absolute geek !

he collects comic books and plays tons of video games

luke also enjoys showing off his interests to you a ton

days off for the both of you would consist of you and him on his bed looking through his collection of comic books as he gives an in depth explanation of what it is

he’ll stop every once in a while to see if you’re even able to keep up or not

whether you do or don’t keep up, he won’t mind

he’s just happy that there’s somebody he can talk to about his interests

as for video games, he’s probably amazing at them

even if you’re not a gamer, he’d be more than welcome to show you thee basics of all his favourite games in hopes that you may like them

even if you don’t end up playing video games that much, he’d be more than happy if you sat with him while he played

similar to the comic books, he’d go in depth with the lore and gameplay of his favourite video game while you're around

you’d probably just giggle at him once he starts rambling

that’s when he stops and blushes most of the time

"heh… sorry about that, i was rambling, wasn’t i?"

just make sure to reassure him that you were only giggling over how adorable he is and he’ll turn completely red

he also loves to cuddle you at any moment he gets

either of you could be the big spoon , he won’t mind

he just loves being around you !

nsfw

this poor boy is a virgin, that’s for sure. as mentioned before, he’s very inexperienced. he’ll be very nervous , so try to ease him a little bit

it’s also quite clear he’d be more on the submissive side

one kiss and he’d be red as a tomato

you’d most likely have to initiate these sort of things

the first time you guys go at it, you take it slow and try to make it enjoyable for him

you’d kiss him all over, rub his crotch through his pants/boxers (which would drive him crazy). stroke his hair and tell him how good he is

for his first time , you would settle on riding him

he probably wouldn’t know what to do while just laying there, but it would be painfully obvious that he wanted to touch you

"don’t be shy, baby. you can touch me wherever you’d like” you continue to bounce on his cock slowly while making direct eye contact. luke would slowly move his (shaking) hands to rest on your waist as you’re still riding him

once luke gets his hands on you, he would start wandering around more to your breasts and such

no matter the size, he’s just in love with groping your boobs

unfortunately he doesn’t last too long (especially on his first time) and will embarrassingly say it's your fault for being "too hot"

however , after a few times , you introduce him to more things

let’s just say that teaching him how to eat you out was the best decision ever. luke still wants to make you feel good too , so he’ll feast on you down there until you confirm and tell him you’re satisfied

he’s definitely the type of guy to get pussy drunk after one sample

at first it started off as an experiment to see how comfortable he was with giving oral , but then it became something he enjoyed quite a lot

you’d find it so cute every time he ate you out. his cheeks and the tip of his ears are flushed pink while he’s between your legs

he’d be lightly panting over your pussy with his mouth open every once in a while

you’d stroke his hair and look straight at him , admiring how adorable he was as you’d pet him/stroke his hair

he would look up at you with puppy eyes and his lips still parted , showing a glimpse of his braces

don’t forget to praise the boy too ! he absolutely loves being called a ‘good boy’

calling him a good boy while he eats you out sets him off immediately

or just any dirty talk at all riles him up

oh lord … pls protect this boy <333

[harvardhaugland]

Never requested anything in my life but how about a scenario where the reader jumpscares either jamie, luke or bosch (in the rooftops, while playing a game or training) and gets a laugh out of their reaction and then they get reader back for it except it leads into something a bit spicy 😳

Love your writing so much, I'll eat up anything you put out fr

-@gourdkeeper (anon because it'd message from my main </3)

twister! - luke ♡

a/n: ok funnily enough i actually had written ab eerily similar personal fic to something like this execpt it was an oc insert + they were training instead HELPPP but omg… yas of course!!! i already have another jamie fic in the works so i feel like i gotta switch things up w/ luke 👆👆sorry ive been writing nothing but fanfic smut lately and its only bc literally half of my account is old amateur fluff hcs LMAO

not proofread bc… YOLO!!!!

You do this routinely thing of hanging out with each and every one of your masters, a whole schedule, specific times of days. On Monday mornings Chun-li teaches you skeet shooting, Wednesday evenings are reserved for baking with Manon, Saturday nights are best for alcoholic shot games with Jamie.

Sometimes simple, sometimes ridiculous. You’re a real people pleaser.

No matter what day though, you always find some way to squeeze in game-time with your first master— Luke, of course. The two of you hangout often, being intimate whilst also eating snacks and constantly bantering whenever you game. Tonight was different, instead of the usual Strawberry Fighter IV ranked matches, you had suggested playing Twister. Boardgames are just some “old-fashioned fun”, you told him.

You both had been playing for hours now, no breaks, your limbs entwining, you have your head underneath Luke’s chest, both hands on two dots just below his feet. He has his face pressed against your back, facing the opposite way.

Luke is no Ryu, that’s for sure. But you’d like to think he would be somewhat skittish around scary insects— so before he reaches for the spinner again, your fingers lightly tickle his leg, trying to imitate the feeling of something crawling up his leg. Quickly, you shout, “Is that a spider?” drawing your hand back quickly.

“What—!?” Luke immediately backs away, falling off the plastic mat, shaking and kicking his legs frantically, watching you slowly rise up from the floor, fists in the air.

“Gotcha!” you point to him, laughing, holding your stomach with a wide grin on your face. Never in your life would you believe that actually worked as well as it did.

He pouts. Standing up, crossing his arms, checking his legs one more time, just incase, “Aw, c’mon. You cheated!” he points back at you, “But aw man, that was a good one..” he quietly admits. One thing about him that you’re glad about— he doesn’t take things to heart.

“I’ll get you back.” he swears, a wide smile on his face. Seemingly riled up already.

Before you quip back with a sly remark, Luke charges at you. Pinning you down against the floor, sparking up a playful wrestling match. Your legs are beside his hips, Luke’s arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is snuggled into the crook of your neck. He’s squeezing you, trying to pin you into submission. You’re too flustered to even try to “fight” back, simply giggling, hugging around his body instead, trying to insinuate to him.

“You’re bad.” he whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Were you just trying to get into my pants? You could’ve just asked, y’know. I’d gladly twist you into a pretzel myself—“

“Stop it, you cornball.” you joke, lightly tugging his head back. Luke starts to attack your neck with kisses. He’s quick to slide his hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest, moving his lips to touch yours, he’s more rougher and excited than usual. The days where you manage to get under his skin are the best.

He pulls you closer towards him, pressing your hips together, grinding his erection against you. You card your hands through his hair, he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, mouth open agape, hot and bothered. He’s all of the sudden desperate to fuck you. He slides down your pants with haste, pulling down his own right after. When it comes to sex, Luke is way too excited, he’s often sloppy, messy as if he was actually inexperienced.

“You always look so good.” he says, pressing his fingers to your mouth, obliging you to open up, slicking his fingers with spit, sucking on his digits, muffled moaning as he continues to grind against you, pulling his fingers out.

Fucking on rooftops in the nighttime meant that you had privacy— but everyone could still very much hear you. So the two of you make a desperate effort to stay quiet, covering each other’s mouths everytime one lets out a particularly loud moan.

He makes it clear how badly he wants to be inside of you. He’s in a rush to use your spit as lube, teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance, closely observing your face for any sort of reactions as he slowly pushes in, groaning out in relief. Luke collapses against you, more licking and kissing all over your neck. Slow, hard thrusts rock your body back, he’s big, confident when he fucks, leaving you a sensitive, whiney, and needy mess everytime.

You want more, you beg for him, demand him to go harder, faster or slower. He obeys your every order, looking to please you, praise you.

“Luke,” you call out to him with a moan, “Close— so close.” you whine.

“Are you gonna cum? You just— god, you’re too good to me.” he groans, “I wish I could just fuck you all night, watch you get all shy for me.” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek. He’s hooked on all the noises you make, the little changes in your expression. It’s all too much, he feels you tighten around him, arching your back, pressing against his sweaty body.

“Good job, baby.” Luke pulls you into another tight hug, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Hold on, okay?” God, it seemed no matter how much you tease him, or how pent-up you’ll try to make him, Luke absolutely never would be degrading with you. When he speaks a constant flow of praises in your ears, the tone in his voice is shaky, so gentle with you, willing to keep going for as long as you cum.

You feel his cock twitch, his movements growing more sporadic, making the Twister mat underneath you two scrunch up and wrinkle, ruining the once wholesome little game. Luke lets out a relieved groan. His hips stutter as he cums inside, keeping you still against his pelvis, pulling out slow when he’s finished. “I’m still mad at you for cheating.” he jabs, sarcastic.

“Well, you paused the game last time I almost broke your win-streak! It’s fair game.” you reason.

[supernova41st]

I’d let them beat the fuck out of me lol

(Edit: I just realized this can mean two things)

[random-insomnia15]

Street Fighter 6 Scenario: Meeting you for the first time.

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first SF6 scenario, I'm sorry if there any orthographic mistakes, English is not my first language.

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Luke Sullivan

You're not a big fan of fighting, but your Best Friend Bosch use to train in a Gym at Metro City. But it's been days since Bosch didn't called you or showed any signal of life.

So you decided to go to the Gym and look for any information about where your best friend are. After asking some rookies about him, you frown after always receiving answers like: "I don't know where he is..." "Haven't heard about him in a while" or even the new ones who always replied with "I don't know him, sorry!".

One of them offered to bring you to their Coach so there could be more chances of gaining good informations about Bosch. When you entered the gym, you noticed a guy about 2 or 3 years older than you, with good muscles, blond hair, blue tank top and some scars on his arms and even his face, holding a little smile with him.

"Coach, this Miss came here looking for some informations about Bosch and I've brought her here so you two can talk better about it." the rookie called him, making the blond Coach stare at them.

"Welcome Miss, my name is Luke Sullivan, may I know your name?" Luke asked you with a simpatic smile.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), I'm Bosch's best friend since childhood" says while smiling back at him. "I've been looking for him the past two weeks and he's nowhere to be found... I've tried to call him, sending a lot of messages to him, but nothing." You said while holding a worried expression. "So I thought that asking some of his friends or even his couch was a good idea, since he always wanted to become a great fighter and look for strength."

Scratching his nape, Luke stares at her with a sad expression. "About Bosch... He got involved with trouble and some gangs while looking for strength, in the Suval'hal Tournament he died because of the Winners Belt that was hiding a bomb... I'm really sorry for your loss."

You have lost your words, didn't know what to say and didn't even expected something like this to happen. Noticing the tears threatening to fall I n your eyes, Luke Pulls you into a hug to comfort her as you hid your face on his breastplate because of the difference in height.

After calming down, Luke offered to bring you to eat somewhere to light up the mood and maybe a reason to spend more time with you.

Jamie Siu

Another night patrolling the Chinese streets of Metro City, Jamie was making sure that the thugs didn't start a fight with any civilians. It was his responsibility to protect HIS streets after all.

While walking to an alley, he heard some noises and groans of pain mixed with a sadic laugh. Running to the end of the alley, Jamie took notice of a female figure beating a big group of thugs with sadic smile on her face.

"What the hell...??" He mumbles to himself while watching her beating the shit out of them.

"Tch, I thought those little shits could be stronger than that" She scoffs, while standing up, revealing her full figure thanks to the lights. Her appearance reminds of Juri, just like her clothes, but instead of the locks of her hair and some part of her clothes being pink, it was all in a color of blood red. Her top was a little more long and a little more closed, hiding her breastplate more than Juri. And instead being her hair tied like a Juri's style, her hair is loose, with the ends up to her hip. (I hope you guys can understand my explanation, sorry if there's some mistake, maybe I'll draw Y/N from each characters scenarios). After beating those thugs, the girl took her phone and take a picture of each one of them, while holding a laugh.

"Who are you!?" Jamie decided to ask the girl, making her stop laughing and look at him with a bored face, while she put away her cell phone and approached him with her hands on her hips.

"I heard you are a peacekeeper..." she says while staring at him up and down. "Jamie Siu, right?!" asks him while she stopped walking, staying a little away from him.

"You know me?" he asks, keeping his confident expression on his face, trying not to show his nervousness in front of this girl.

"Those little shits here was talking about you the whole time while I was having fun beating them here..." she smirks at him, while moving her face near to his. "they keep saying that you were going to come here and beat the shit out of me, but..." put her lips near his ear. "I don't think a handsome face like your would do that!~" smirks at him before chuckling a little, making the Chinese boy become a tomato.

"Stay away from me!" growls, walking some steps away from her, staying in fighting stance, making the girl laugh. "Just who are you!?"

"You can just call me Y/N, I was really hoping to fight you, but I have to go!" says, while approaching him one more time and leaving a peck on his cheek (Just like Android 18 with Kuririn) and then leaves. "See you again soon, Mr. Peacekeeper" says before getting on her motorcycle and getting out of there at high speed.

Jamie just thought about one thing: "This girl is going to be the end of me!"

A/N: This is it, comment some other character that I should put in the next scenario.

@gourdkeeper @anyarainefanfictionent @vampirarts

[euphoricbi]

humm idk if anyone likes street fighter but.. like

jamie n luke? the fuckin friendship there? oh my god bro. imagine just having a bad day and they're there to cuddle YOU? jamie's soft hands caressing your body as luke presses kisses along your jaw and/or your face. jamie breathes slowly as luke's heart quickens, they're faces turning a bit red as luke asks.

"can we? can we touch you?"

you simply nod yes. jamie sighs in relief before grabbing luke by his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips, those beautiful lips of their's moving in unison before jamie pulls away. luke nearly following after him before realizing jamie is kissing you, luke palms himself through his sweatpants watching you two kiss, before getting impatient and kissing on your collarbone. moaning, groaning, whimpering, is the only thing heard within this normally relaxed home.

should i make a full fic? does anybody even care? lol.

[lovehotelreservation]

Old School

Summary: You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, nor an aged fighter like Ryu how to text.

But he was willing to learn how to pleasure you best.

Rating: R

Pairing: Reader x Ryu

DICK REALLY BE MAKING U DO CRAZY SHIT LIKE. I’M LITERALLY LEARNING ABOUT SF6 ANIMATION CANCELS RN

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Clumsy.

It was the best way that you could describe the motion of Ryu’s fingers. Big, thick hands roughened by years of battle, blunt thumbs doing their best to press onto a tiny screen. Whereas his precision strike at an opponent was as accurate as could be, the same could not be said to his attempts at texting.

You would always giggle at the memory of firm yet flustered “No such thing would be needed” that one time you suggested that he try using a stylus.

The quiet awe in his stare when he saw Luke texting a caption for a selfie with one hand while lifting weights at the local gym was something you would cherish forever.

Bashful.

Leading up to the first time you were intimate together, he was as hot-faced as could be when the truth of him being a virgin became known. Initially, he was calm and composed when he remarked that his training and fending off the evils of Akuma took precedence over carnal bodily pleasure.

However, the moment you tilted your head to the side and innocently asked whether he had ever gotten a blowjob before had him glad that he was growing out his beard, the thick bristles of hair helping with covering the blush that soon spread across his face.

As the significantly older one in your relationship, he thought it was him who should lead once the two of you wandered over to his humble bed.

Yet it was with the wicked glint in your eyes as you eagerly straddled his hips while pushing him down onto the mattress that he realized he was outmatched. Your fingertips ghosting along his chiseled torso before dipping beneath the waistband of his training pants was him succumbing to you in defeat.

Determined.

Far be it from him to remain helpless and weakened to the tantalizing touch of your hands and lips every time the two of you were in bed together.

What he lacked in experience he made up tenfold in passion alone.

He could have fiercely fought through an entire tournament spent squaring off against the best of Metro City and still have the drive and energy to bury his face between your thighs, happily welcoming the pressure of your legs on either side of his head while he feasted away at your core.

Much like in any match where he knew which point that his opponent protected the most, as soon as he found which spots on your body were the most sensitive, he never failed to seek it out, whether by the curl of his fingers, the suckle of his lips, or the powerful swing of his hips.

From once a hapless yet loving trainee to a well-versed and dedicated master in the art of your body.

That was Ryu and he was yours.

And while his texts were slow, the astonished drops of his jaw whenever you sent any risqué pictures of yourself were priceless. He would get there eventually.

[zoeys-writings]

Quality Time (Luke Sullivan ⭐ x Reader)

[Context: Established romantic relationship, Reader is the MC for World Tour, Pre-Italy World Tour spoilers, Fluff]

(a/n: Finally, I WROTE SOMETHING! I'm very sorry this took so long to finally get out, finals are kind of kicking my ass. But alas, I got to finish a fluffy fic with this boi. He's hands down my fave from the base roster, his personality's just.. right up my alley. Hope you guys enjoy this one!)

Ah, relaxing days like these were always the best kind. After yet another grueling training session with Chun-Li, with a sprinkle of getting defeated at video games by Li-Fen, laying down on your couch while watching TV was the best way to relax after a long day of running around in Metro City. There was literally nothing that could possibly interrupt this very chill moment…

…Until you hear the very familiar noise of footsteps from one massive dumbass approaching your relaxed frame. You close your eyes, awaiting a nudge on the shoulder from the man of the hour. What you get instead is a small poke on your cheek, which forces a small chortle out of you. In response, you get another poke. You open a single eye to look smugly at Luke, kneeling down in front of your field of view, away from the TV. Seeing that you’re pretending not to care for his presence, Luke puffs his cheeks and begins to repeatedly boop your cheek, almost reminiscent of a dog asking to be fed.

With an amused sigh, you finally turn to look at him. “Yes, honey?” Placing his head on top of his hands while pouting childishly, Luke responds: “I’m bored, babe.” You sit up from your spot to look directly at him. “And what do you suggest we do about it?” Luke places his head on top of your lap, and you can’t help but hold in a snicker. He gets annoyingly adorable when he’s pouty, you can tell he’s missed you from how long you were out the house. “Play a fighting game with me?”

You can’t help but sigh while patting his head. “As much as I would love to take you up on that, I was destroyed by Li-Fen earlier. I’m kind of burnt out right now.” Luke groaned in response. “Please? I promise I’ll go easy on ya.” “Said the Burnout King. Going easy on me is not your play style, and we both know this, handsome.”

You half expect him to simply huff at your mocking nickname and nuzzle closer. But to your surprise (and sort of delight), your boyfriend proceeds to pick you up from the couch to give you a massive bear hug. “Is it that bad of a thing that I wanna spend quality time with my babe? I haven’t seen ya all day…” Luke says, nuzzling into you. Trying to calm down your racing heart, you hug him back. “I know, sweetheart, I’ve missed you too. Training under Chun-Li has just been a bit of a hassle lately. I want to learn as much as I can from her, y’know?” Pulling back from the hug to give you some space, Luke smiles gently at you. “Yeah, I get it. I can’t teach you absolutely everything about fighting just by myself. Your quest for strength comes first, right?” You shrug with a small chuckle at his last comment.

Suddenly, you feel an idea pop up like a cartoon-y light bulb. “You know what, actually… I was going to see if I could meet up with another fighter soon. And… She’s kind of far away from here...?” Before your boy could get pouty all over again, you raised a hand to continue your proposal. “And, I know how much you like traveling.” Arching an eyebrow with one of his signature goofy smiles, Luke places a hand over one of his ears as if to try to listen better. “And…?” “And, something tells me that her fighting style might be right up your alley.” With that, he crosses both of his arms with a determined smile. “I already like the sound of this.” “To finish my proposal… Have you gone to Italy? And have you heard of pankration?”

With a clap and some finger guns, Luke smiles like the fricking sun while wandering around the place. What he usually does when he gets excited. “Now we’re talking! When can we go? Should we get packing? I can pack your stuff if ya want, just tell me what t-“ You placed your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. “Honey, honey, not yet. We gotta plan the whole thing first. You know how it is.” “Yeah, of course! Sorry, it’s just… It’d be our first time traveling together and I’m just… excited, y’know?”

Wait. Holy shit, it would be the first time. In fact, it would be the first in a long time for you as well. For the last few months, it’s just been Luke and Chun-Li, and Metro City so far. But you needed to expand your horizons, and if it took a threat from a Mad Gear Gang member to do so, then so be it. That would be difficult to explain to him; heck, you weren’t even sure if Marisa would be at all willing to accept your request to be taught by her, or help you acquire the missing charm. But you were willing to at least try, and if it didn’t go well, you had an entire country you could explore and have fun in with your boyfriend.

Like he said it himself, you can cross that bridge when you get to it! Most likely tomorrow, but tonight all that is on your mind is the picture of spending a nice vacation with the man you loved the most. Breaking yourself out of your train of thought with a sigh, you smiled gently at Luke. “It is. I’m also very excited.”

Then, with a smirk, you grabbed the remote controller and paused your show. “So excited in fact, I think I managed to gather the energy… To try and kick your ass at a fighting game a couple times.” Luke’s eyes begin to almost sparkle with excitement, instantly running to your console to put the game on. “Oh, hell yeah! Bet ya I can manage to not go on Burnout a single time! See if your lovely title for me actually stands up!” You grab your controller then sit down on the couch with a confident smile. “Oh, it will. Bet your precious bag of sour cream and onion chips that it will.” Luke plopped himself down on the couch, almost knocking you down but also bringing a laugh out of you. “Oh. It. Is. On, babe.”

[boschfanaccount]

How would the 3 boys propose to the reader

How they propose to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Luke s. x bimbo!fem!reader

not a luke girlie, but I think out of everyone in street fighter 6. he's the only one to fully appreciate a bimbo gf.

When Luke first sees you, you were being harassed by a couple of thugs near his gym. 

And of course, being an outstanding samaritan and having a chance to impress himself in front of a hot girl, he did what anyone would do and kicked their asses.

After he scared them off he went to check if you were fine. To which you wrapped your arms around him to thank him.

That's how you met.

He likes to show off in front of you, whether in the arena or on the streets.

He also spoils you rotten, that Louis Vuitton purse you were eyeing, purchased. The Dior lip oil that was out of stock, yours. That cute mini skirt you pointed through the window, now lies in your wardrobe.

Luke loves it when you cling on his arm, it really strokes his ego.

When you told him you had a dog named Cupcake he fully expected a tiny spoiled chihuahua. The type that's way too pampered to move. Not a 100lb Rottweiler who serves as your attack dog. She scared the hell out of him when he first came over.

She's fiercely protective of you and only you, so she doesn't take a liking to Luke no matter how much he tries. 

You like to see if your new lipstick is smudge-proof by kissing him. You would sit on his lap and pepper his face with kisses, not like he's complaining.

You insisted on wearing matching lockets, so Luke keeps his on the chain holding his dog tags.

You made it a point to have your picture on one side and his on the other. So when you closed it, you both would be kissing.

Well...at least that's what you said.

Every time he enters a tournament before he goes into the ring, he kisses his locket good luck.

He's the type of guy to say wear what you want, I can fight.

But if he notices someone who can't take their eyes off of your low-cut top, he'll pull you closer by your waist.

You randomly asked him one day how it feels to be put in a headlock, because you saw him do it to one of his students when you went to visit him at the gym. So he decided to give you a demonstration.

His forearms weren't tight enough to restrict your airflow, but you could definitely feel your cheeks squish and your lips puckering. Maybe dying like this wasn't too bad.

Luke laughs at you for liking this too much. 

You like to show him the cute charms on your nails every time you get them done.

One time when you both were making out, you noticed one of your gel nails was broken, and that was the only thing you could focus on for the next hour, despite him whining for you to keep kissing him.

He knows you don't like it when he tries to hug you when he's all sweaty because you don't want his sweat to get on your outfit.

but he still does it anyway even after you push him away.

He's never cared much about the latest fashion trends or the makeup drops from famous influencers, but he'll allow himself to be dragged to the mall if you beg him enough.

He'll hold all your bags with no complaints.

He definitely gives you princess treatment. Like massaging your legs when your feet hurt from wearing heels all day, or even paying for all your shopping expenses when you refuse.

When you come home from a successful haul you're always eager to show him. And he will tell you which ones he likes the best.

He says to give him a little twirl.

You complain to him about how much you don't want pizza because he eats it all the time.

Every time Luke is able to customize a character in game, he makes them look like you. 

He does his best to have them adopt your style and mannerisms.

Luke knows he doesn't need to protect you 24/7 because you're capable of handling yourself, but he still wants to teach you a couple of moves in case something does happen.

He taunts you a bit so you can pack more to your punch.

And let me say, you have a mean, right hook. Knocked Luke in his jaw.

He actually thought it was pretty hot, especially when you were fussing over him. 

When you guys travel, he gets to relax in your pink car. The seats are lined with fur and filled to the brim with stuffed animals. Fuzzy dice hanging from your rearview mirror and snacks in the hidden compartments of the car. 

He makes you drive because he can't see through the gaps in the plushies like you do and gets too distracted by them. 

You text constantly since you both have different routines. But you mostly send pics of yourself when you're in dressing rooms. 

You: [sent pic] Does this skirt make my butt look big?

Luke: I think you should go shorter. 

So you do.

Playing co-op with this guy is easy for you. Mostly because he's good enough to carry both of you through an entire game. 

It's different if you're competitive, because he is too. So he won't let you win so easily. 

But if you decide to opt-out, he'll sit on the floor while you passively braid his hair. You even stick a couple of hair clips in his hair with small charms on them.

As much as you love Luke, you hate sleeping over his house. He doesn't have anything to eat in his fridge other than protein shakes and red meat.

And showering was a different story. Body scrubs, lotions, scented shampoos, and conditioners are nowhere to be seen. You have to tuff it out with the 3 in 1 men's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

But you do like snuggling with him in bed because he gives the best hugs, so you guess you can deal with it.

love potions (feat. princess paparazzi)

[ieetbeez]

[ Ed Last Name Headcannons !?]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His favorite wrestler is Jeff Hardy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can see him liking girl groups, Twice specifically.

Only wears black underwear.

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

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

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

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

"...."

"What?"

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

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

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

He keeps his deck in his pocket.

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

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

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

Man this one was way longer than my last one.

[chqolan]

luke can’t dress for shit. that’s it.

imagine dating luke and he just pulls up in the worst fits when he takes you out. his fits (hopefully) won’t be completely atrocious, but they’re just not it…

you would have to force him to go on a little shopping date to try and spice up his wardrobe. you always told him that he looked too good for the way he dressed, but he would always laugh and give you the same response ,, 'c’mon babe, you’re just being dramatic.. i’m sure nobody cares about what i wear.'

however, going out to shop with him would still be a blast. as silly as it sounds, it was fun being able to see all the horrible outfits he put together for himself after he walked out the changing room.

just imagine all the face palms and sighs you’d go through until you select your own outfits for him (which were x100 better btw). luke would try on your suggested outfits and be totally stunned when he looks at himself in the mirror afterwards. perhaps you were right about him ‘looking too good for the way he dressed’.

by the end of the day, you’d prefer not to check how much money was blown away on clothes as luke carried multiple shopping bags stuffed full of new outfits to wear.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Can you please write some jealousy hcs for sf6 Luke, Ed, Jamie and Bosch? If you want to do different characters that's ok or if they are too many you can just do some. Thank you !!!

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be released 2 days ago but guess who accidentally deleted half of it. :| soo it had to be rewritten again. so sad. also I think you can tell who i like based on the length of the hcs, oops

Luke

For the most part, Luke's a pretty chill guy so things don't bother him as much as they used to when he was younger.

He's glad to see you expand your horizons and meet new people along the way, especially finding new masters to train under.

He wants to see how far you've come from the last time he saw you, so he asks for a quick sparring match.

And you'd exceeded his expectations!

He's happy to see you develop your own style and dominate the streets.

"Woah, you've really stepped up your game," he said, genuinely impressed.

One thing though...why do you fight like a certain drunken boxer he knows?

Oh, You're learning under Jamie? Cool. Cool.

He's smiling but you can feel the tension behind it.

Luke is definitely the type of jealous that tries to play it off in a joking manner.

"Let's just say, I've had a couple of run-ins with the guy." he forced a chuckle. "He's...something else."

"Sounds like there's more to the story."

"Maybe there is, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're growing into an incredible fighter, and I'm proud of you for that." He pulled you in to press a kiss on your temple.

"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "And hey, if Jamie gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?"

"Of course." you laughed, swatting his hands away.

"Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm starving, and I bet you could use a bite after all that."

"Sweet! But you're buying."

You're your own person and you get to decide who you want to train under, but it still nags at him from somewhere deep within.

It may sound selfish of him, but he would rather you come to him for your concerns than anyone else. In part as your Coach and boyfriend.

So when other people try to make moves on you, he's internally sizing them up as he gives them a once-over.

So even though he has a smile on his face, it never reaches his eyes.

But he won't bring it up this time since you held Jamie in such a high regard.

And he's not going to hold your hand for every decision you make, but he trusts you enough not to do anything behind his back.

He hates to admit it, but it does tick Luke off knowing that Jamie would rub it in his face in their next encounter, it's almost inevitable.

So he would have a couple of not-so-nice words for the guy the next time he sees him on the street.

Ed

Ed watched you near the gym entrance as he leaned against the heavy sliding doors. 

You were running late to your nightly meet-ups and you weren't responding to any of his messages leading up to now. 

He wouldn't have cared if something came up and you had to cancel your date with him, but you mentioned how excited you were about seeing him today that he didn't think you would've just dipped the last second. 

So he went on a whim and decided to pay the gym down the street a visit. 

And surprise, surprise, here you were. 

You were chatting with, what he could assume was your coach, in the middle of the room. 

Ed's eyes flickered at the way Luke lightly squeezed your shoulder with a certain fondness in his eyes.

Bastard. 

He didn't know if you were oblivious or dumb for not noticing, so he made himself known by stepping on the mats in your direction. 

His presence immediately drew your attention and your eyes lit up when you saw him approaching, stepping back from Luke you said, "Ed! What are you doing here?"

"You're late. We had plans, remember?"

"Oh, crap, I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and…" You sputtered an apology and some excuses that fell deaf on his ears but his attention was more focused on your chummy coach.

Ed's glare could paralyze most people with fear, but Luke observed the exchange with a curious expression.

Realizing you may be having a one-sided conversation you introduced the pair to each other.

Luke extended a hand with a friendly smile. "The name's Luke, I'm one of the coaches here at Buckler's.

"Yeah, I've heard about you." He said, not acknowledging Luke's hand, which made the former pull back.

"Ed's been teaching me a little bit of boxing on the side." You chimed in, wrapping your arms around him. 

Actually, it was a bit odd that he didn't immediately try to shake you off. But that meant his mind was somewhere else.

"You've taught them well, They're lucky to have you as a teacher." Luke replied, addressing Ed again.

"Right…" 

He shrugged the arm you were hanging onto. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff real quick then we could go," you said, giving him a small peck on his cheek before heading toward the locker room, leaving the pair alone.

"Look I don't know what you're trying to play at and frankly I don't care, but it ends now." 

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to play at anything. I'm just their coach. We keep things professional here." Luke raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Yeah? Well, you seem pretty damn friendly for just a coach." Ed scoffed, not buying it.

Luke sighed, dropping his hands. "I get it. You're protective of them, and that's fine. But you need to trust that I'm not crossing any lines."

"Trust ain't something I give out easily. And right now, nothing's telling me you deserve even a lick of it."

"Fair enough," Luke said, crossing his arms. "But you should know that Y/n's here because they want to get stronger. And I'm not going to stop coaching them because you're feeling insecure."

"Insecure? Now you're just spouting crap." Ed narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think so." Luke hummed.

You quickly reappeared from the locker room with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

"Ready!" You said cheerfully, grabbing Ed's hand. "Alright, I'll see you later, Coach!" You called over your shoulder as you dragged the boxer towards the exit.

"Take care. And keep on practicing your footwork," he gave you a small wave. 

"Oh, and Ed," Luke said with a slight edge to his tone, making Ed turn to face him, "Take your shoes off the next time you step on my mats, won't you?"

Ed scoffed, with a smirk tugging on his lips. At least, he ain't no pushover.

You glanced between the two, sensing the underlying tension but not quite catching the full meaning of Luke's remark.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Just gym etiquette."

Jamie

With Jamie, he doesn't get jealous as easily as other people on this list. But he definitely has his gripes from time to time.

Woah, Pulling punches during a dance battle? Didn't see that one coming.

You told him you've been learning boxing from a guy who's been hanging around the beat square subway station, at least three times a week.

He was wondering what you've been up to.

Wait, did you say three times a week? That's more than you see him.

What's up with that?

He didn't mind you picking up new skills, especially with something as badass as boxing, but he missed your late-night talks.

And now, it was basically cut in half thanks to this Ed guy.

So he thinks it's time to give him a little visit from the infamous Jamie Siu, himself.

"Ah, now I get it." Jamie playfully circled him. "You got the whole bad boy get up and everything, huh?"

Ed looked up from his phone with an unreadable expression, "You gotta problem wit' me or something?" 

"Not at all buddy. I'm just trying to see who Mooncake's been hanging out with."

You sighed, telling him that Ed is just your Boxing coach and he's teaching you how to wield Psycho Power.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After adverting the crisis that was about to break out at the station, you would give Ed a quick apology before leaving with Jamie. 

Ed shrugged, saying 'whatever' and went back to his phone. 

You would have to confront him about his attitude later on.

Even if he felt jealous of where your focus was, you're still learning how to street fight. And he has no right to interfere with your training with your other Coaches. 

He shrugged at your concerns before asking if you wanted to try this new concoction he put together, offering the lip of his gourd to you. 

"Jamie, I'm being serious." You pushed the bottle back to him. 

"So am I."

You hardly picked up the way his eyes bore into your soul before he broke into a grin, taking a swig of his drink.  "Nothing like a good drink to ease the nerves."

When you tell him you're still upset with him about today, he'll lean up against the rails and cross his arms. 

Most of his jealousy stems from the fact that you're spending more time with other people than him. And he feels a tad bit neglected.

He's used to being isolated so the feeling isn't new to him. But he found himself staring at the space beside him where he expected to find your presence.

The times when you don't visit him, his mind wanders to the silly little adventures you'd tell him about and the places you get to see around the world.

But you have a track record of being gone for long periods of time and he just waits here, until you came back.

It's not your fault. He was just being a hard-ass, so he would be the one to apologize. 

"Look, I know you're still starting out and learning new stuff, which is cool n' all but I miss our nights together. And if it's that important to you, I'll back off. Just make sure to stop by from time to-time. 'Kay?"

"I will…And thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate it."

After a beat of silence, you gestured to the gourd resting beside you two. "Now, about that concoction of yours."

Jamie broke out in a grin, handing it to you. "Prepare to be amazed. The new and improved recipe is made from the ingredients you brought from Tian Hong Yuan. It's got a kick to it, just like you."

You both would've retired for the night in a drunken stupor, entangled in each other's arms.

He snuggled his face in the crook of your neck with a dumb smile, mumbling how much he loved you.

But next time you visit Ed, Jamie gives you a couple of 'souvenirs' to show off to your friend to show who you belong to. 

Bosch

You know, when you decided to stroll through town, Bosch didn't expect you to pick up another Master.

If anything, he guessed it was your eagerness that made people naturally gravitate to you.

He could tell how much you admired Rashid's wind abilities and charming personality, but it still irked him more than he cared to admit.

You would spend the majority of your days training and chatting with Rashid, eventually kicking Bosch to the curb.

He knew it was nothing more than a student-teacher relationship, especially since Rashid's wind techniques were something you wanted to master.

And the thing is, Rashid isn't even a bad guy.

He's just very charismatic, in a way that can be overbearing at times.

But he still couldn't shake the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at his soul.

With every new move that clicked, you would glance at Bosch to see if he noticed.

He's at least a little glad you still sought him out, despite your attention being elsewhere.

Maybe that's why he let it go on for so long.

He'll sit on his emotions and let the feeling bubble in his stomach before he would ever confront you about it. 

He probably even lets out a few snippy remarks if you keep pushing him away.

He doesn't mean it.

He never does, but Bosch has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know what to do whenever he felt the burning sensation of jealousy below the surface of his skin.

Bosch sat by the window sill and let the cool midnight breeze brush against his face.

He should've been relaxing, but his mind was anything but calm.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he turned to see you approaching. 

You sat next to him by the window, offering some food you got from the markets. 

Your presence instantly eased his nerves as you both sat in the dark, listening to the distant sounds of the city.

Sensing Bosch's off demeanor, you asked what was on his mind.

"I'm just thinking." He said, sipping his drink.

"About what?"

"You." His eyes met yours, "…and Rashid."

You blinked in surprise. "Rashid? What about him?"

"It's just…you've been spending so much time with him. I get that he's your new master and he's teaching you a lot, but it feels like there's no time for us anymore."

"I didn't know you felt that way, but I'm sorry for not noticing sooner." You said aimlessly playing with his hands before tangling them together.

Bosch sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "You don't owe me an apology. I know I'm being hard-headed. I just…I wish I could open up to you more."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Bosch. And you don't need to force yourself to do so for my sake."

He looked up, meeting your eyes again. "I know. It's just hard sometimes. And seeing you with Rashid, makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think it's stupid, it's a very human emotion. But I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always want to be here with you."

He hummed, still not taking your words to heart and opting to stare off into the night.

"How about this?" You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "I'll set aside more time for us, and you tell me whenever something's bothering you instead of bottling it up...Deal?"

A smile tugged on Bosch's face as he drew your intertwined hands closer, brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Deal."

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LOVE[ləv]

noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection doing chores (ft. luke, ed, jamie, bosch)

LUKE

You and Luke sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by piles of clutter.

This mess slowly accumulated over time, getting worse every time you stopped by or dropped something off. His place was covered with old gym shirts, crushed drink cans, and random training equipment just lying around.

Of course, none of this bothered Luke and without your intervention, this would've continued until he was swallowed whole by the mountain of clothes on his couch.

You decided it was time to finally go through this mess, more for your sanity than his, figuring out what to keep and what to throw away.

Luke leaned back on his hands, giving you a triumphant smile. “This isn’t so bad, right? A little quality time, with just you, me, and a mountain of my stuff.”

You shook your head, amused by his attempt to make light of the situation. “If by ‘quality time’ you mean me reminding you to throw away half of this junk, then sure.”

Luke chuckled, reaching over to grab one of his worn-out gym shirts. “Hey, these shirts have been with me through some pretty tough times. You sure we’re ready to say goodbye to ‘em?”

“Luke, this has more holes than shirt, I think it’s time to let it go.”

He held it up, pretending to inspect the fabric with a serious expression. “You’re probably right,” he sighed loudly before tossing it into the discard pile. “Farewell, old friend.”

You laughed as you went through a stack of random items. “I don’t know how you manage to collect so much stuff. It’s like every time I turn around, something new ends up on the floor.”

“What can I say? I’ve got a lot going on. Training, gaming, more training. Things just… pile up.” Luke shrugged.

“Uh-huh,” you teased, holding up a pair of his old gloves. “Like this? I swear you’ve got five more lying around.”

Luke took the gloves from you, flipping them over in his hands. “Okay, these I’m keeping. The padding hasn't fully worn out of these yet.”

“Fine" You decided to let it slide, "but we’re tossing at least three pairs if I find any more.”

“Deal,” Luke said, though you knew he’d be sneaking one or two into the ‘keep’ pile when you weren’t looking.

As you continued sorting, Luke gave you some sob story about nearly every item you came across, wanting to keep them all. There was an empty water bottle that had somehow wedged itself under the couch, a faded hat he hadn’t worn in years, and a collection of loose change you had no idea where he’d pulled from.

Digging deeper you stumbled upon an old, slightly crumpled photo buried under a stack of gym magazines. Curious, you picked it up and inspected the faded edges, noticing it was a picture of Luke when he was much younger, maybe in his teenage years with shaggy hair and, to your surprise, braces.

“Luke,” you said, holding up the photo. “Is this you…with braces?”

Luke, who had been lazily sorting through another pile of stuff, perked up as he glanced over at the picture. “Oh man, I thought I got rid of all those.”

You grinned, tilting it toward the light to get a better look. “You look so cute with your braces! How old were you here?”

The picture was of a much younger version of your boyfriend, maybe in his early teens, with his messy hair and a wide, toothy grin filled with metal braces. He was standing awkwardly in front of what looked like an army base, looking like a typical goofy teenager.

Luke chuckled, feeling exposed at the old memory, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I think I was like what, 19? Took me a few years to outgrow it.”

You giggled, holding the picture close to your chest. “I think it’s adorable. You looked like a kid with all that metal in your mouth.”

“Man, but those braces were a nightmare. You wouldn’t believe how many times I got them stuck on things.” He said, shaking his head. "Plus, it was hard for people to take you seriously when your braces gave you a lisp."

Yeah, you could see it, a younger Luke fumbling with his braces while trying to look intimidating, “Well, at least you’ve got the smile to show for it now. So I'd say it was totally worth it.”

“Guess so, but I think I’ll leave the metal mouth days in the past. Too much trauma.” Luke gave you a crooked grin, leaning back on his hands again.

You rolled your eyes, tossing the photo onto the keep pile with a smile. “Drama queen.”

ED

"Hey, If you don’t pick something in the next thirty seconds, I’m leaving you here."

Ed’s voice cut through your train of thought. He leaned heavily against the handle of the shopping cart, your shopping cart to be precise, filled to the brim with everything from fresh fruit to a giant box of sugary cereal that had somehow found its way in despite his usual insistence on “getting only the essentials.”

You stood near the refrigerated aisle, your eyes wandering across rows and rows of eggs stacked in pristine gray and white packaging. This was the last item on your list before you two could finally check out and go home. But of course, you wanted to be difficult.

For the past 15 minutes, he watched as you’d painstakingly switched between two cartons.

Fifteen. Whole. Minutes.

“Regular or cage-free…” you murmured, biting the inside of your cheek.

“They’re eggs,” he groaned, tapping on the cart’s handle with his bare knuckles. “Just grab one, and go.”

“Don't you know the difference between the two?”

“Yeah. One’s cheaper."

The corner of your mouth twitched into a knowing smile as you turned toward him. “Cage-free means the chickens aren’t cooped up in tiny cages all day. They can at least see the sun and stretch their legs. It’s a little more humane.”

“Right. And regular means I don’t have to listen to this debate every time we’re in this aisle.” Ed rolled his eyes, “Just flip a coin or something.”

“I’m just saying, what if the cage-free label is just a marketing tactic and I’m being duped into paying more for the same thing?” you frowned at the nutritional information on the box.

“You’re killin' me here.”

“Okay, Tough guy," You turned your attention to him again, "what do you think we should get? Regular or Cage-free?

"I think we should get out of this aisle before I lose my mind.”

“That's not helpful," you laughed as you inspected the cartons one last time.

"You know," you said after a moment, holding them up for comparison, "I think we should go with cage-free. It’s a little more expensive, but—"

"Great. Let’s do that," Ed snatched the cage-free eggs from your hand and chucked them into the cart.

"Ed! You can’t just throw them in there! What if you cracked them?" You gasped, fishing the carton out to inspect it.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re gonna scramble them anyway.”

“That's not how it works. Cracked eggs mean bacteria, and you can't exactly ‘scramble’ the salmonella away.”

Ed groaned, dragging a hand down his face. This guy was already mentally checked out of this conversation, “Look, I’ve been eating food off sketchy diner plates since I was a kid. I'm pretty sure my stomach can handle a broken egg or two.”

You ignored his grumbling and carefully opened the carton, inspecting each one with care. Only when you were convinced that none of them showed even the slightest crack did you gently place them in the corner of the cart, on top of the soft loaf of bread.

"Okay, now we’re done.” You announced, filled with relief.

“Are you sure?” Ed said sarcastically, “Because I don’t think we’ve debated long enough about the milk yet.”

"Yeah, I think I tortured you enough for today." You patted his back.

"Good," Ed muttered, already pushing the cart toward the checkout lanes before you could change your mind. "Because if you stayed a second longer, I would've thrown myself in the freezer with the frozen pizzas."

You stifled a laugh, imagining him wedged between the stacks of pepperoni and meat lovers pizzas as you walked alongside him. “I’d pay good money to see that.”

“You’re already costing me good money,” he said eyeing the cart, or more specifically, the tiny succulent you’d insisted would ‘bring life’ to your apartment. He gripped the cart’s handle tighter. “Let’s just pay and get out of here.”

As you reached the checkout line, you started to unload the items on the conveyor belt while Ed talked to the cashier. You took them out one by one, inspecting each item for any defects or leekage as you placed them down.

Your hands paused mid-air when you spotted something buried under the bags of frozen vegetables. It was the unmistakable packaging of your favorite chips.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t mentioned those chips in...What, months? Maybe even longer. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d bought them.

You looked over at Ed, who was too busy punching in his card PIN and muttering something about “highway robbery” to notice your reaction. You knew he didn’t like to deviate from his list—every second spent in the store was a second he’d rather spend anywhere else. Yet here was the one thing you loved, quietly hidden under everything else.

A hidden smile grazed your lips as you gently placed the chips on the conveyor belt. You decided not to mention it. After all, Ed would rather jump into that freezer than admit he’d done something sweet on purpose.

"Hey," he called over his shoulder after signing the receipt, "Next time, we’re getting the cheap eggs, got it?"

You reached for the brown paper bag that held your chips and pressed them protectively against your chest. "Yeah, next time."

JAMIE

Every Sunday, you and Jamie made it a routine to get to the laundromat early, knock out your laundry within a couple of hours, and then go about your day before the rest of the city woke up. It used to be that simple until you started living with a certain peacekeeper whose warm, clingy arms made getting out of bed feel impossible. Sometimes, untangling yourself from him in the morning was a bigger challenge than the laundry itself.

But after cycling through the same stale clothes for far too long, you’d had enough. You were determined to get your chores done today, no matter how much he whined about you coming back to bed. And Jamie was tagging along too, since he’s part of the reason why you were so behind on your chores.

He hated the laundromat, though. And to be fair, it wasn’t the most exciting place to be. The stale smell of detergent, the mechanical churn of washers, and the uneven chairs were all a far cry from his ideal Sunday. Usually, you managed to arrive early enough to avoid the rush, but Jamie had insisted on getting some street food along the way, and now here you were, stuck waiting for a machine to open up in the middle of the morning rush. Great.

You sighed, watching him devour the last of his Jianbing before nudging him with your foot. “This is your fault, you know. We would’ve beaten the crowd if we’d come straight here.”

He grinned, wiping the crumbs off his mouth. “But weren’t those the best egg rolls you’ve ever had?”

“That’s not the point,” You ran a hand over your face in frustration. “The point was I wanted to be here early so we wouldn’t get stuck like this.”

“Look on the bright side, this means there's more time for us to hang out. Annnd we can people-watch.” Jamie shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “Jamie, you people watch all the time, if anything this is a normal Tuesday.”

“Fine, then how about this?” He fished a coin from his pocket and held it to you. “We’ll play a game while we wait for a machine to open up.”

“And if I win?” you challenged.

He leaned back in his seat, flicking the coin idly. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” you said, arching a brow.

“Anything,” he echoed, snapping the coin into his palm.

You considered it for a moment, debating if you should really entertain his antics. But then again, sitting here doing nothing wasn’t any better "Alright But if I win, you’re folding all the laundry and putting everything away when we get home."

“You drive a hard bargain. That is, if you win.” He chuckled.

“And if I lose?” 

“Oh, I’ll figure something out,” he teased. “Maybe I’ll have you wear my shirts to bed for a week straight. Or make me breakfast in bed for the next seven days. I’m pretty flexible.”

“You’re ridiculous,” You shook your head, though you couldn't help the tiny smile forming on your face. You rummaged through your plastic cup, pulling a coin out. “Try not to waste all our quarters before a machine even opens up.”

“No promises,” Jamie spun his coin on the chipped tabletop, watching as it whirled and rattled before finally clattering to a stop. You placed yours carefully on its edge and flicked it, smirking in satisfaction when it spun longer than his.

“All right, all right,” he laughed, picking up his quarter. “You win this round. But let’s see if you can do it twice in a row, Mooncake.”

You snorted at the nickname as you grabbed your coin.

“Watch me.” You flicked it again, only for Jamie to 'accidentally' bump your shoulder, making it fall almost instantly.

“Hey! Cheater!” you yelped, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“It was an accident.” He threw his hands up, though the shit-eating grin on his face said otherwise.

Before you could scold him, the ding of a finished washer caught both of your attention. Your heads snapped to the washer, and for a split second, neither of you moved until Jamie bolted from his chair.

“Race you!” he shouted, scooping up his basket of dirty clothes. The coins in his pocket jingled as he dashed ahead.

“Jamie, you get back here!” you called after him, chasing him with your own laundry in tow. A grin stretched across your face despite your annoyance. Laundry days might be a chore, but with Jamie around, they were never boring.

BOSCH

Ever since you and Bosch moved in together, your apartment had become a curious blend of both your personalities. Well, mostly yours. Bosch didn’t buy much outside of the essentials, so while your shelves overflowed with trinkets and sentimental knick-knacks, his remained bare and devoid of life.

It made you sad sometimes, walking into a space that didn’t feel completely lived in. So you did your best to add a touch of warmth wherever you could.

The patio was small, but it was your pride and joy. Overflowing with greenery, it resembled a tiny garden oasis. Tomato and basil plants, which were Bosch’s favorites, were neatly lined along the edges, while your wildflowers spilled chaotically from hanging baskets and colorful pots.

Bosch carried a large watering can, tipping the spot downward to drench the soil around the base of the tomato plants. As he worked, you shuffled toward the other side of the patio with your smaller watering can, sprinkling water with a childlike enthusiasm.

"You know, you could use the bigger can to save time." Bosch said, straightening up and stretching his back before setting his watering can down.

“But this one’s so cute!” you replied, lifting your can and pointing at the little fish decals. “Plus, it’s easier to control.” You wiggled it with pride before crouching down in front of a potted plant near the edge of the patio.

It was a sad sight.

A wilted flower sat in a cracked stone pot. Its leaves drooped sadly, and its once-vibrant petals were now brown and shriveled up. You knelt beside it, setting the watering can down.

“Oh no! What happened to you?” You brushed your fingers over one of the wilted petals.

"That thing’s dead, No point wasting time on it."

You gasped dramatically, turning to him with wide eyes. "How could you say that? This poor little guy is just going through something!"

He crossed his arms and leaned against the railing, "That thing’s been going through something for months, just let it go."

You ignored him, turning your attention back to the flower. You tipped your watering can delicately, letting water drizzle into the dry soil.

"It’s okay, little one," you whispered softly, almost as if the plant could hear you. "You just need some TLC and we’ll get you back to your full, beautiful self."

"You do realize you’re talking to a plant, right?" Bosch raised a brow at you.

"Plants are alive too, you know. Maybe they feel things in their own way." You chuckled, not taking your eyes off the flower. "I think he’s just been lonely out here, I should move him closer to the other flowers."

Bosch crouched beside you to get a better look at it. “You seriously think it’ll come back?”

“I know it will,” You said as you tilted the pot to inspect the roots, “It just needs fresh soil and a little more attention.”

“More attention,” Bosch scoffed, “You already treat these things better than you take care of yourself.”

“Well, then maybe you should treat me better, too.” You gave him a playful nudge.

“I already do,” he nudged you back. “You’re just too high-maintenance.”

“I am not high-maintenance! I just have...an acquired taste for things.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Acquired, huh? Is that what you call all those fish decals on your watering can?”

You abruptly stood up with the plant in your hands. “Don’t mock the fishies, they bring character. And I got them for sale for 50 cents. So who's the real winner here?”

Bosch chuckled as he pushed himself up. “Fine, do what you want with that thing, but don’t expect me to help out if it starts turning to powder.”

"And if he survives?"

"If it survives I'll pay for our next outing."

"Really?"

"But if it doesn’t, we’re tossing it out."

"Deal," you grinned, placing the wilted plant among the healthier ones. "But don’t be surprised when he’s blooming better than ever in a few weeks."

“You’ve got a lot of confidence for someone whose last plant experiment ended up in the compost bin.” He teased, recalling the incident that happened not even a month ago.

“That was one time, and it wasn’t my fault. The weather was weird that week!”

“Uh-huh.” He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue with you any further. “Whatever you say.” But you saw a hint of a grin on his face as he grabbed his watering can again. He moved to the other side of the patio to water the herbs and vegetable sprouts.

You huffed, as you picked up your can, resuming your morning chores. Though you smiled to yourself knowing full well he’d be there to help you when it came down to it, no matter how much he complained.