#need her in a way that cannot be expressed in words

[v-a-l]

I think about this conversation between Anakin and Obi Wan in the Gambit books everyday:

Here—” He held out his glowing lightsaber. “Hold this for me.”

Troubled, Obi-Wan watched him as he unplugged a small desk lamp. “Anakin …”

“What?” said Anakin, dropping to his knees to set the lamp up again on the floor under the front counter. He looked over his shoulder—and his expression changed. He plugged the lamp in and switched it on, then sat back on his heels. His face was wary now, and his fists rested combatively on his thighs. “Obi-Wan, what?”

Obi-Wan wasn’t going to let himself be sidetracked by the tone. Deactivating the lightsaber, he tossed it back. “Anakin, don’t do this,” he said, as his former student caught the weapon and put it aside. “Don’t—” He took a moment to rein in his own temper. Fixing broken things is all very well—but not when we’re up to our armpits in a dangerous mission. “Qui-Gon used to do this. He used to roam around the galaxy picking up strays.”

“Like me, you mean?” said Anakin tightly. “Useless hangers-on like me?”

“You were never useless. Anakin, please, you must listen,” he insisted. “On almost every mission he and I went on we came across someone in trouble. Sometimes they’d brought it on themselves. Sometimes they were like Doctor Fhernan, victims of another being’s machinations. But there was always someone. And he would try to help them.”

“So?” said Anakin. “What’s wrong with that? He helped me. He saved me. And this is my way of paying him back for that. Every person I help or save is me saying thank you to Qui-Gon. Why do you have a problem with that?”

“I don’t,” Obi-Wan protested. And then, at Anakin’s look, he grimaced. “Well—yes, all right. I do. But not because it isn’t an admirable ambition. It is, Anakin. It’s admirable, it’s laudable, it shows you have a good heart. But—” He ran a hand over his beard, searching for the right words. “For one thing, we’re Jedi, not social workers. It’s not our job to collect the galaxy’s waifs and strays.”

Anakin’s chin came up, defiant. “Then it should be. What is the point of having all this power if we don’t use it to make people’s lives better?”

“But we do make people’s lives better! You know we do!” he retorted. “Right now the Jedi are dying to make people’s lives better. I can’t believe I need to remind you of that!”

“You don’t,” said Anakin, glowering. “And I’m not saying we should drop everything and devote all our time and resources to picking up strays. I’m not saying we should go looking for them, either. What I’m saying is that if we happen to fall over one we shouldn’t just—just pick ourselves up and keep on walking.”

“Oh, Anakin.” Sighing, he dropped cross-legged to the dusty carpet. “I know it’s hard. I know it seems cruel. But—”

“That’s because it is cruel, Obi-Wan,” Anakin snapped. “Cruel and unfeeling and unworthy of the Jedi Order.”

He was so like Qui-Gon. This was like arguing with a ghost. Don’t waste your breath, Obi-Wan. I will do what I must. “It rarely ends well, you know,” he said gently, willing Anakin to hear him, to believe him. “Entangling yourself in these transitory lives? And when it doesn’t end well, when you can’t save these people, when we can’t save Doctor Fhernan or her family or her unfortunate friends—”

“You don’t know we can’t save them. You’re giving up without even trying!”

“No, Anakin. I am not giving up. I am merely facing facts.” He hesitated, because what he wanted to say next was dangerous. On the other hand—it needed to be said. “Don’t misunderstand me. Your compassion is admirable. You are a truly good man. One of the very best I know. But you’re also a Jedi, and we cannot allow ourselves to become emotionally involved.” A deep breath. A sharp sigh. “Bant’ena Fhernan is not your mother.”

Anakin leapt to his feet. “You leave my mother out of this!”

“Anakin!” he hissed. “For pity’s sake, keep your voice down.”

Hard-breathing silence as Anakin struggled for self-control. And then he shook his head. “You don’t understand, Obi-Wan. You’ll never understand. You’ve never been a slave. You have no idea what it’s like to be completely helpless. To know your life could end at any moment on someone else’s whim.”

“That’s true,” he admitted. “But—”

“No. There is no but,” Anakin said flatly. “You’re wrong. Okay? You’re wrong. So just sit there and be wrong. Or get the other lamp set up. Or start looking for a comm hub so I can hopefully punch a signal through to the Temple. Do something, Obi-Wan. Do anything. Anything except try to tell me that I’m wrong. Because I’m not.”

Obi-Wan looked at Anakin, astonished. Ignoring him, Anakin turned away and began to rummage through an overstocked cupboard. So he did as he was told, and started setting up the second lamp.

I AM EMOTIONAL ABOUT OBI-WAN AND ANAKIN

[sundrop-writes]

I know it’s not the be-all and end-all, or maybe even the most accurate, but what do you think the Teen Wolf characters love languages are? Both giving and receiving?

I was supposed to be working on the second chapter of my fic, but I just read this, and now my brain is CHURNING and I cannot do anything else until I write down my ideas for this. So uh, here we go.

Also, the things I write down here may or may not be the 'official' love languages, but I don't care. I'm just yapping.

Stiles Stilinski - Gift Giving

This is literally evidenced in the show. That giant ass box that he brought to Lydia's birthday party, the fact that he literally bought her a bunch of different birthday gifts because he couldn't decide on which one would be the best one. He is a gift giving king.

Now, you could interpret this as something that he just did for Lydia because he knows that she's a bit more of a materialistic person and he wants to impress her, but I don't think that's the case, because I genuinely believe that he has difficulty expressing himself through words - like, he's awkward, he stumbles with his words, he gets nervous and doesn't know what to say. So he does a lot better when he has time to think about what kind of gift to give a person and can express himself that way.

He is the type of person to bring you a coffee and a pastry every single morning because he much prefers to show his affection through those kind of gestures (though that might be considered 'acts of service' and not gift giving, but idk) - either way, even if he doesn't always have the money to buy you expensive gifts, he is constantly giving you things because he likes to quantify his love through physical objects.

He is also the type of guy to make DYI gifts constantly. He makes you friendship bracelets, a scrapbook of your relationship, a decorated frame with a picture of the two of you in it. He doesn't always have a lot of money to spend, but he has time to look up a bunch of tutorials to make crafts - and while sometimes he is embarrassed to present his crafts, you always love them. So he keeps making them.

In terms of how he likes to receive love - quality time. He needs your presence around, he loves spending time with his partner. To him, there is nothing like quality time with someone, no matter what the two of you are doing.

Isaac Lahey - Physical Touch

I have said it before, through and through, this man is a fucking dog. He is a puppy, he is the most animal of all of them. So his animal instincts are always at play - and one of those instincts are to possess, to claim his territory. Even if it's completely subconscious. So he needs to be touching his partner all the time, even if it is in some small way - a hand on the back of your neck, holding hands, an arm around your shoulders, you being pressed into his side.

He can't get enough of your touch.

And even though he hates appearing clingy, unconsciously he loves you smelling like him, and he loves your warmth, so he can't stop himself from grabbing your hand or wrapping his body around you when he's in the same room as you. It's just instinct to him.

In terms of how he likes receiving love? He loves praise (or - would that be words of affirmation?) but he's always too embarrassed to ask for it. Because of the way that he grew up, he's had so few kind words spoken to him or about him, and whenever you naturally compliment him, it genuinely makes his brain short-circuit, and he thrives off it. So you either figure out on your own that he needs more kind, affirming words, or eventually, he learns to ask for it more - but he genuinely does thrive off of praise and kind words because you are one of the only people in life who has ever given it to him.

Derek Hale - Quality Time

I think it would be a tie between this and Physical Touch, because I think he would also really enjoy cuddling and scenting you, but I think he's also a person where some days he does not want to be touched at all, even by his partner, (like if he's having a bad day and he's in a bad mood) but even on those days, he doesn't want to be separated from you. He wants to be around you all the time.

And I feel like part of it would be due to paranoia - so much bad stuff has happened in his life, and he feels like if he's not constantly watching over you, the minute you are out of his sight, then you are going to die or be murdered. And obviously he has a healthy respect for your personal space, but he vastly prefers when the two of you are just existing in the same space, even if you're just each doing your own thing and you don't have to talk to each other, he loves having your presence there.

A few more quickfire ones with less explanation:

Scott McCall - Physical Touch - he's very affectionate, and again, loves it when you smell like him.

Lydia Martin - Gift Giving - she loves shopping and loves it when she finds something that is just so you, and loves seeing the look on your face when she can give you something that she thinks is so perfect for you.

Allison Argent - Word of Affirmation - she loves praising you and telling you how much she loves you, and hearing it in return, especially because she comes from a household that has so many secrets and is so uptight, she loves beautiful and open communication in your relationship.

Erica Reyes - Acts of Service - she's not so good with words, but she will beat someone up for you or bring you (stolen) flowers to show her love.

Vernon Boyd - Quality Time - he has spent most of his life being lonely, especially after his sister went missing, so spending time with you means everything to him.

Jackson Whittemore - Gift Giving - due to the way he was raised, money has always been the way he was shown affection and it's the only way he knows how to show affection, but he is very precise in how he picks out gifts, so you know it's always sincere and thoughtful coming from him (as thoughtful as he is capable of being).

[roots-symphony]

what if natalie is an affair eagan?

[vogelmeister]

re reading parts of goud that need to be cut and i don't think it is entirely realistic merel would be writing in english at age ten.

[david-watts]

I'm so upset. just upset. I'm not even angry like usual I just want to cry

[dollishmehrayan]

BATBOYS TOXIC TRAITS / RED FLAGS + GREEN FLAGS ── .✦

a/n: the thing is, they all aren’t like problematic when it comes to relationships but they do have some things and flaws which when heard sound “oh okay that’s fine” but may be like super annoying in a irl relationship also this was a request by anon (here)! (Tags: batboys x reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Chronic People-Pleaser: Will prioritize everyone’s needs over his own (or yours), leading to burnout… and you having to remind him you exist.

Flirty by Nature: He’s not trying to flirt… it just happens. That waitress? Nope, not on purpose, but yeah, you’ll roll your eyes a lot.

Hero Complex: He always has to “save” people, including you, even when you’re perfectly fine handling it yourself. “I got it, babe.” No, you don’t, Dick.

GREEN FLAGS:

Emotionally Intelligent: He can read your mood like a book and knows exactly how to make you smile (with pancakes shaped like hearts).

Physical Affection Expert: Hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses—you’re basically his personal teddy bear.

Supportive King: He’s your biggest cheerleader, hyping you up in the most genuine, heartfelt ways. “That’s my girl.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Anger Issues: He’ll throw hands for you at the slightest provocation. Guy looks at you wrong? Jason’s already removing his jacket.

Emotionally Guarded: Good luck getting him to open up. He’s more likely to tell you his deepest fears after you’ve fallen asleep.

Reckless Behavior: He’ll drag you into the most insane situations and act like it’s no big deal. “What do you mean this is dangerous? It’s fine.”

GREEN FLAGS:

Loyal to a Fault: He’ll defend you with his life, no questions asked. “You mess with her, you mess with me.”

Soft Romantic: Beneath the tough exterior, he’s writing you sweet notes and remembering the little things, like how you take your coffee.

Protective (in a good way): He won’t smother you, but he’ll make sure you always feel safe, even if it’s just crossing the street.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Workaholic: He’ll forget to eat, sleep, and sometimes text you back because “the case was just getting good!”

Overthinks Everything: Spends hours analyzing your last text to figure out if you were mad or just tired. “Was that period passive-aggressive?”

Terrible Self-Care: You’ll have to force him to drink water and go to bed like a mom with a rebellious child.

GREEN FLAGS:

Incredibly Thoughtful: He remembers every detail about you, from your favorite flower to that obscure hobby you mentioned once.

Adorably Awkward: His shy smiles and fumbling over words when you flirt back are endlessly endearing.

Problem Solver: He’ll find solutions to all your problems, from fixing your computer to making your bad day better with tea and soft music.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Insanely Jealous: He glares daggers at anyone who looks at you too long. “Why is he breathing near you?”

Judgmental: He might critique your taste in music, books, or anything else with his usual bluntness. “This… is what you listen to?”

Control Freak: He likes things done a certain way and will try to “help” you by micromanaging your life.

GREEN FLAGS:

Devoted Partner: Once he’s in, he’s all in. You’ll never doubt his commitment because he’s always showing up for you.

Loyal Beyond Measure: He’ll defend your honor to anyone, even Bruce. “She’s perfect, Father. You simply lack taste.”

Surprisingly Gentle: Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft side that only you get to see, like the way he pets animals—or you—so tenderly.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Emotionally Repressed: He’s basically a human brick wall when it comes to expressing his feelings. “I’m… fine.” No, Bruce, you’re not.

Work Comes First: He’ll disappear into the Batcave for days unless you drag him out by the cape which becomes quickly annoying.

Overprotective: He’ll want to track your every move, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he worries too much. “It’s for your safety.”

GREEN FLAGS:

Quietly Romantic: He may not be overly expressive, but he’ll show love through subtle gestures—like a bouquet of your favorite flowers left on the table.

Ultimate Provider: He makes sure you never want for anything, whether it’s emotional support or physical comfort.

Unshakable Devotion: Once you’ve captured his heart, he’s yours forever. There’s no halfway with Bruce—he’s in it for the long haul.

[little-jana]

"Hotch on the Line"

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x assistant!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: (inappropriate) work relationship, reader feeling embarrassed, wearing Hotch's clothes, some minor tension, teasing from Morgan

Words: 2.2k

Summary: The reader accidentally exposes their secret fling to Morgan with an inappropriate comment.

Aaron Hotchner prided himself on his ability to stay composed under pressure. He had led hostage negotiations, interrogated serial killers, and made split-second decisions that determined life or death. His control was unshakable.

Or so he thought.

Because right now—right now—his control was hanging by a thread.

It had started out as an ordinary morning. Well, as ordinary as it could be when he’d woken up with you in his bed.

You weren’t officially together, but your relationship was… complicated. You weren’t a one-night stand. You weren’t just a colleague. But neither of you had put a name to whatever this was, because there were rules—rules Hotch was usually a stickler for following.

But lately? The rules seemed to bend around you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, already half-dressed in his slacks and a white dress shirt, buttoning the cuffs. His phone vibrated on the nightstand, flashing Morgan. With a sigh, he grabbed it and answered.

“Hotchner.”

“Hey, Hotch. We might have something,” Morgan said. “Garcia pulled up financials from—”

Before Morgan could finish, the bathroom door swung open, and you strolled out, stretching your arms with a pleased hum.

“Morning, bossman,” you purred, voice thick with satisfaction as you padded barefoot across the room, wearing nothing but his dress shirt.

Hotch froze. His entire body locked up, his grip tightening around the phone.

You didn’t seem to notice his rigid posture. You just smirked, flopping onto the bed beside him, face down with a sigh. “Shame you had to get dressed already. I was really enjoying the view.”

Silence.

A dangerous silence.

Hotch turned his head just slightly, his jaw clenching as he met your gaze. His usually unreadable expression now had a very clear warning: Do not say another word.

But you, being you, completely missed it.

You rolled onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow, and dragged your fingers lightly over the fabric of his sleeve. “Though, if you had stayed in bed, I might have—”

Hotch’s hand shot up in a wordless command for you to stop talking.

Your smirk faltered. Then, your eyes flicked down to the phone in his hand. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, face draining of color.

And then—Morgan cracked up.

Through the speaker, his laughter was loud, unrestrained, and utterly disbelieving.

“Oh—oh, hell no,” Morgan wheezed. “No way. Am I interrupting something, Hotch?” More laughter. “Was that a woman I just heard? You? Having company? At this hour?”

Your entire body tensed in horror. “Aaron,” you whispered urgently. “I am so sorry.”

Hotch sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, this is golden,” Morgan continued, clearly having the time of his life. “Wait—wait, don’t hang up yet—Garcia needs to hear this.”

“Morgan,” Hotch said sharply.

“Oh, come on, man! Do you know how big this is? You never—”

“Morgan."

Morgan was still laughing when he finally caught his breath.

“Man, I cannot believe this,” he said through chuckles. “Hotch, you gotta tell me—who is she? Who managed to crack the infamous stone-cold unit chief?”

Hotch’s silence was damning.

Then, in the background of the call, Morgan heard a very familiar, dramatic groan.

“Oh my God. This is so embarrassing. Just let me crawl into a hole and die.”

Morgan froze. His grin widened.

“…Oh, hell no,” he muttered under his breath.

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose.

Morgan could barely contain his glee. “Wait a minute—was that who I think it was?”

Hotch didn’t answer.

“Oh, this is too good.” Morgan was practically buzzing. “That was her, wasn’t it? Your assistant? The one who flirts with you relentlessly?”

Silence.

Morgan burst out laughing again. “Ohhhh, this just made my whole damn week.”

Hotch’s jaw tightened. “Morgan.”

“No, no, no—let me just process this. You mean to tell me that the bubbly, giggly, pink-loving ball of sunshine that brings everyone coffee has you—Aaron Hotchner—wrapped around her little finger?”

Hotch clenched his jaw. “This conversation is over.”

“Oh, hell no, it’s just getting started.”

Hotch hung up.

Morgan just sat there, shaking his head in utter delight.

“This is golden."

You groaned again, dragging a pillow over your face. “I am never showing my face in the bullpen again.”

Hotch exhaled, amused despite himself. “You say that now.”

“I mean it, Aaron. The moment Morgan so much as smirks at me, I’m resigning.”

Hotch gave a small shake of his head, a smirk ghosting his lips. “We’ll see.”

---

You walked into the bullpen, dreading this moment. You kept your head down, gripping the files in your hands like a shield, moving toward your desk as discreetly as possible.

Morgan saw you immediately.

The second you stepped into his line of sight, his face lit up like it was Christmas morning.

“Ohhhh, look who decided to show up,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair.

You froze mid-step. Your entire soul left your body.

Morgan’s smirk widened. “What’s the matter, sunshine? You look a little flushed.”

Your grip tightened on the files. “I hate you.”

He laughed. “No, you don’t. But I gotta say—I never thought I’d live to see the day Hotch had a woman sneaking out of his house in his clothes.”

Emily and JJ, who had been within earshot, both snapped their heads around so fast you could swear you heard a crack.

“…I’m sorry, what?” Emily said, eyes wide.

“Hotch?” JJ repeated, blinking.

You made a strangled sound in your throat. “I quit.”

Morgan cackled, throwing his head back.

JJ turned to Emily, eyes still comically wide. “You don’t think—?”

Emily let out an exaggerated gasp. “Oh my God. Did we just learn Hotch has a secret woman?”

You spun on your heel immediately, marching back toward the elevators. “Nope. Nope, I’m done. I quit.”

Hotch, who had just stepped out of his office, took one look at you storming off and sighed, shaking his head.

Morgan turned to him, grinning. “Man, you gotta see this from my perspective. It’s hilarious.”

Hotch fixed him with a flat stare. “Not. A. Word.”

Morgan just smirked. “Sure thing, Hotch. Whatever you say.”

As you disappeared behind the elevator doors, Hotch sighed again.

He really should have known better.

[cameronsbabydoll]

i need rafe with a painfully shy reader. she literally cannot. verbalize

and usually when she wants a kiss rafe just knows so he obliges but he decides to tease her and forces her to ask for it which is an uphill battle for her bc shes a horrible flustered stuttering mess

rafe was used to the way you communicated—or rather, the way you didn’t. he never needed you to say much. the way your eyes flickered to his lips, the way you fidgeted with your sleeves, the way you tilted your head just slightly in silent invitation—he knew what you wanted before you could ever put it into words.

and usually, he gave in without making you ask.

but tonight, he felt like being mean.

you had been staring at his mouth for the last five minutes, big eyes darting up to his every time he caught you, cheeks already burning pink. it was adorable. painful, even, how shy you were, how you practically shrank into yourself when he turned the attention back on you.

“you want something, angel?” rafe asked, leaning in just enough to make your breath catch.

your lips parted, but no words came out. just a small, helpless squeak before you looked away, hands twisting into the hem of your sweater.

he smirked. “c’mon, baby. use your words.”

you shook your head quickly, as if to say never mind, but he wasn’t letting you off the hook that easy.

“what is it?” he pressed, voice lower now, teasing. His fingers found your chin, tilting your face back toward him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you always get so quiet when you want a kiss.”

your eyes widened, the mortification clear on your face. he had never said it out loud before, had never made you acknowledge the way you begged for his affection without speaking.

“say it,” rafe murmured. “just one little word.”

you swallowed hard, but your lips stayed sealed, trembling slightly as you fought against the unbearable weight of his gaze.

his thumb brushed your bottom lip, his other hand resting possessively on your thigh. “i’ll wait.”

you let out a shaky breath, fists clenched in your lap. your entire body was burning, and he was enjoying this, watching you struggle, watching you squirm.

after what felt like an eternity, you finally managed a tiny, barely audible whisper.

“…kiss…”

rafe hummed, pretending to consider it. “that’s all you got for me?”

your lashes fluttered, frustration and humiliation mingling in your expression as you tried again. this time, it was just a little louder, a little clearer.

“…kiss me…”

that was enough.

before you could even exhale the last syllable, rafe had you pinned beneath him, his mouth finally—finally—claiming yours. his lips were rough and demanding, rewarding your effort with all the intensity you had been silently pleading for.

and when he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and dizzy, he smirked at the dazed, flustered look on your face.

“see?” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

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More Hearts Than Mine-A Secret With Their Families Meeting

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~

Author's Note: I wanted drama... here's some drama... maybe some more angst in the future for this fic series lol Summary: Y/N's period is late and her family and Luke's family meet for the first time Warnings: stress along the idea of pregnancy Word Count: 4,658 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

Tomorrow was the semi-annual Hughes Bowl. It was another one where Jack was unable to play, but was a good sport about everything. Luke’s parents were coming into town to watch them play against each other. Like every year. 

Except this year was extra important to Luke. Not because they were fighting to stay in a playoff spot but because his parents were meeting Y/N’s parents for lunch and then the game. 

Luke was nervous. His family and Y/N’s family were very opposite people. Luke was tense, afraid that something would go wrong. His family had difficulty admitting it but they have issues with being out of touch sometimes. While Y/N’s family have lived paycheck to paycheck for Y/N’s entire life. 

He paced back and forth, dropping his gaze towards his watch every few seconds as his family was supposed to be at the apartment first. 

Jack was picking up Quinn from the airport and was planning on meeting everyone at the restaurant. Y/N’s family were driving up and staying in a hotel for the night, that Luke paid for despite her father’s countless protests. 

This was Luke’s idea, an idea that he is now severely regretting as he doesn’t want to give her father any more reason not to like him. Even though she swears that her dad will never not like him. Luke still wants to say in his good graces. He doesn’t need his family messing with that.

“Uhm–Luke,” he heard her call out from their shared bathroom. Luke completely snapped out of his trance as he followed after her call.

He skipped through the bedroom before walking into their ensuite bathroom. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked softly as he glanced down onto the bathroom counter before looking back towards her. 

“What’s today’s date?” she asked as she was fiddling with the promise ring he gave her on their two year anniversary. He nodded slowly as his lips parted and clamped shut again.

“The 24th,” he mumbled. She nodded slowly and sarcastically waiting for him to grasp onto the question. “Our families are meeting today?” he elaborated in hopes that is the answer she was hoping for.

“What happens on the 20th of every fucking month, Luke?” she asked, throwing her arms to the side frustratingly.

His mouth fell open as his eyes widened. His entire body ran cold. “You haven’t–?” he trailed off as she shook her head. “Four days can’t be that bad, that’s–that’s normal right?” he expressed as he reached towards her, nervously taking a hold of her waist. Luke needed to hold her, she was like a security blanket to him. Feeling her skin calmed him in every way possible. 

“I’ve been like clock work since I was thirteen years old, Luke. Something’s not right,” she muttered while avoiding his gaze. “This cannot happen right now,” she said as she rested her hands onto his arms. Slowly, she glided her thumb along his skin; feeling his bicep tense under her delicate touch.

“Well, it’s only four days. It’s–We can’t freak out yet,” he tried to be reassuring but the stutter in his voice was hard to ignore. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around the center of him. She rested her head against his chest as he pulled her tighter to his chest. 

“What if I’m already freaking out? This is not how I wanted this to happen,” she mumbled against his chest, a small sob leaving her throat. Luke dragged his hand up and down her back soothingly. 

“We don’t know anything yet, okay? I know that’s not reassuring at all but we’ll figure it out? We’ll figure it out no matter what this means, okay?” he mumbled as he raised his hand up and ran his fingers through her hair slowly. She simply hummed against his chest as she sniffled another sob.

She took a deep breath, taking in the perfect smell of his cologne that made her heart race. Except, her heart was racing for other reasons. She was on the verge of finishing her degree and Luke’s role on the Devils was getting more and more important. 

They were barely adults, hell, some people may still see them as kids. She couldn’t have a kid right now. She thought that her and Luke were careful, very careful. At least she thought so.

“Hey,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her cheek, pulling her head away from his chest. He needed to look her in the eyes, maybe so she would hear him. Delicately, he glided his thumb across her cheek. He wiped a tear off of her cheek. “We’ll figure it out, okay?” he whispered while looking deeply into her eyes.

She nodded slowly. He nodded with her as the corner of his lips curled upward. A nervous laugh left her lips as he leaned towards her and pressed his lips against her forehead for a few seconds.

The doorbell echoed throughout their apartment and he slowly pulled back. “I’ll go grab them,” he said quietly as he rested both hands onto her cheeks, wiping the leftover tears on her cheek.

“Stall them for me,” she let out barely above a whisper. He smiled softly before he pressed his lips against her forehead once more.

“Of course, my love,” he slipped out of the bathroom, carefully closing the door. He pressed his back against it for a second as he took a deep breath. He bit his bottom lip as he continued to walk out of the bedroom. He rubbed his eyes as he walked through the living room. He walked towards the door and pulled it open. His parents were waiting outside the door. 

“Hi,” he forced a wide smile on his lips, hoping to hide the conversation that he just had with Y/N. They smiled widely as they made their way into the apartment. Ellen instantly wrapped her arms around Luke. He returned the hug as he looked towards his dad. His dad smiled softly towards him, letting his mom have the moment longer. 

Ellen pulled back, stepping aside to allow her husband to have a moment with their youngest son. Jim stepped over and gave Luke a quick hug before he stepped back. 

“Where’s my future daughter-in-law?” Ellen asked teasingly. Luke rested his hands onto his hips as he pressed his lips together. He took in a shaky breath. He couldn’t form words. There was a long beat before he answered. “Is she alright?” his mom let out suddenly.

“Oh! Oh yeah. She’s fine. Just we uh–we got into an argument so we’re just–” he trailed off as he took a deep breath. It was probably the worst lie or either the best cover for their current situation. It would explain any tension or awkward silences between them. Now he has to tell his beautiful girlfriend, whom he’s never argued with, the lie he just told.

“Was it bad?” her mom asked, “Are you okay?” she asked urgently. 

Luke took a deep breath as he nodded, “Just a lot of stress in the air, I’m just giving her some space,” Luke explained as he walked backwards. He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Do you guys know when Quinn and Jack are going to the restaurant?”

“They’re leaving after Y/N’s family gets here,” Jim said while looking around the apartment. Almost as if he was checking for evidence of an argument. 

Luke was pretending to text Quinn about their plans but in reality he was texting Y/N their new cover story.

Luke: Hey lover, I may have told my parents that we got into an argument… So cover story?

Y/N: sure but I don’t even know how to pretend to have an argument with you

Luke: just claim I said something stupid, seems realistic enough

He heard her stifle a laugh from behind him. He spun his head around to see her making her way out of the hallway. Their eyes connected and a smirk formed on her lips as she rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Hi Ellen, Jim. How are you guys?” she asked as she awkwardly crossed her arms over her chest. Luke rounded the corner towards the kitchen, needing water and to make it seem like they were not talking. But all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her, hold her tightly against his chest.

The impending situation waiting to be decided is still circling his mind. Their families did not need to be aware of what was happening. That would be a huge mistake.

“We’re doing good, how are you my dear?” the question was stated loudly, perhaps hinting to her son that he was the cause of the argument. 

Ellen and Jim worshipped Y/N and that is exactly how he wanted his girlfriend to be seen by his parents. He was okay with his parents thinking that he was in the wrong. 

He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He took a long sip of the water before he began walking back into the living room. He could overhear his mom and Y/N engage in a conversation. 

Luke walked beside his dad, bringing the water back towards his lips. “Are you two okay?” his dad asked quietly. Luke nodded as he added the lid to the water. 

“We’re fine, just not good timing on our part,” Luke joked and Y/N overheard. She gave him a look before she replied to what his mom was saying.

“When does her family get here?” Jim asked quietly. 

“Few minutes or so.” Luke mumbled as he kept his gaze on Y/N. He watched how her jaw remained tightly clenched until she was saying something. Her breathing was shallow, she was trying not to cry. 

“I thought the whole in-laws' meetings happened at weddings,” Jim whispered jokingly. Luke rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Yeah, well, it’ll be good for you guys to interact,” Luke mumbled nervously, “Get to know each other a little bit,”

Jim simply nodded along as almost on queue, the doorbell rang. Y/N's entire body straightened as she smiled politely towards Ellen before she squeezed her way towards the door. Luke guided his parents back away from the door. Luke muttered a small joke to his parents, practically telling them to behave.

Y/N took a deep breath as she pulled the door open. It didn’t take much as her younger brother barged his way into the apartment with a wide smile on his lips. “I made the program!” he cheered excitedly, his eyes were only on his older sister. She stared back towards him with confusion. 

“You made the what?” she replied back.

“You got on the US program team?” Luke chimed from the back of the living room, wearing the same wide smile EJ was wearing. EJ nodded encouragingly. “That’s incredible, dude!” Luke charged towards him, giving him a huge hug. 

“I don’t know what that is but I’m assuming–”

“Your brother is one of four goalies that made the USA National Team Development Program,” her mother bragged as she excitedly tapped his shoulders. 

Ellen and Jim smiled widely. “Oh wow! That’s amazing!” Ellen prompted, knowing this exact motherly feeling on multiple different levels. Without hesitation she made her way across the small space to give Y/N’s mother a huge embrace.

This gesture made the introductions between the families much easier. Y/N’s mom and Ellen instantly started chatting while Jim and her father were already sitting on the couch talking to one another. EJ was sitting between his father and Jim, the three of them talking about the Development Program.

Jazmine and Luke were talking together near the front door. “I mean not that I’m nervous to find a new guy–Is she okay?” Jazmine stopped mid sentence once she noticed Y/N in the kitchen.

She was alone in the kitchen. It was overwhelming. All of it. The fact that her little brother was moving to the midwest for an elite hockey program was hard to handle. Also the fact that she may be pregnant and cannot talk to anyone about it. She leaned forward and gripped the counter, her head was hanging low. She was squeezing the ends of the counter, her shoulders rising and falling at a rapid rate. 

“I’ll go check on her,” Luke offered as he slid past Jazmine and made his way towards the kitchen. He stepped into the small, barely secretive area. 

He walked directly beside her, he gently rested his hand onto the center of her back. “Goregous,” he whispered. She straightened her frame and leaned away from the counter. She faced away from him, mainly away from their families potential wandering gazes. 

“Honey,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She shook her head as she stepped away from him.

“I don’t know how to pretend that this is all fine,” she whispered as Luke’s hands remained in the air. “I’m trying not to freak out but–”

“We don’t know anything yet,” he tried to reassure her.

She spun quickly on her heel, looking up towards him. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly, “That’s the problem, Luke! We don’t know anything, our life could be very different and we have no idea,” she was yelling at him yet she was barely audible.

Luke took a hold of her waist, spinning her around to face him. He reached towards her, taking a soft hold of her cheeks. He glided his thumbs across the apples of her cheeks slowly. 

“We’ll be okay if our life together changes in an instance tonight or if it doesn’t. What we know right now, is that our families are getting along great. Your brother is on track to get drafted to the league. Your sister is finally moving on from that asshole. And you and I are going to be okay. We are going to be okay,” he whispered towards her as he continued to look deeply into her eyes.

She couldn’t form any words as she simply nodded. “Okay?” he asked softly, a small smile on his lips.

“Okay,” she whispered as she slipped closer to him. He released the old of her cheeks as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest. Slowly, he ran his hand through her hair as he swayed their bodies back and forth for a few seconds.

Ellen nudged Y/N’s mother and whispered, “Looks like they solved their argument,” Ellen offered.

“Were they in a spat?” she asked quietly. 

“Luke said he was giving her space because they got into an argument right before we got here,” Ellen said while shaking her head. Y/N’s mother’s eyes widened as she looked back towards the kitchen. The pair were still embraced as Luke was whispering into Y/N’s ear. 

“I cannot picture those two raising each other’s voices at one another.” she said to Ellen as she admired the way Luke slowly pulled back and the smile on her daughter’s face. It was small, maybe not fully genuine but it was a real smile towards Luke. 

“He’s so in love with your daughter. I’ve never seen one of my boys like these before.” she offered as the pair exited the kitchen together, emerging in a conversation with Jazmine right away.

Ellen turned her gaze and looked into Y/N’s mother’s eyes, “When my husband and I pictured someone for our daughter, Luke is better than anything we could’ve imagined,” she explained softly as she watched Y/N rest her head against Luke’s arm. 

Ellen dropped her gaze towards the floor with a small grin on her lips, “I must say as a mother to only sons, that is the greatest thing I could hear about one of them. I’ve always said Luke is the first to get married,” she offered teasingly. 

“Let’s hope not soon,” Y/N’s mother said in a giggle. Ellen let out a small gasp as her phone started vibrating in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw that Quinn was calling her.

“Hi Quinny,” Ellen said quietly. 

“I thought we were meeting you guys at the restaurant? Jack and I are sitting alone at a giant table. We look like freaks,” Quinn said half-jokingly.

“Alright, we are leaving their place now. You’ve got a table for ten right?” Ellen questioned as the entire group started making their way out of the house.

“Yes, Jack and I look ridiculous by the way,” he continued.

Luke wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist as he led the charge of their families out of the apartment. “Food should help,” He teasingly poked her side. 

“Luke Hughes,” she scolded through a small fit of laughter. She took slow steps away from Luke to walk side by side with her mother and Ellen. Luke did the same with her dad and his dad.

Once they reached the restaurant, it was evident where they were sitting as Quinn and Jack did look incredibly ridicous sitting alone. Luke took a small hold of EJ and Jazmine’s arms and guided them over to where his brothers were sitting.

“Boys, this is EJ and Jazmine, Y/N’s younger siblings. EJ, Jaz, this is Jack and Quinn,” Luke said as he introduced the siblings. They shook each other’s hands as they sat beside one another. Luke sat down beside Quinn while Y/N sat down beside Jazmine as their parents were already sitting beside one another and chatting.

“What’s up guys?” Quinn asked as he brought his glass of water to his lips. EJ and Jazmine smiled shyly towards one another as they tried engaging in conversation. EJ was trying not to freak out. He was a huge fan of Quinn, it was a lot at once. Jazmine simply finds the whole thing awkward. 

“Oh, Jack, EJ got on the developmental team,” Luke said as he pointed towards EJ. EJ’s eyes widened as he dropped his gaze shyly, he tried to hide the grin on his lips. Jack’s eyes widened as an instant grin formed to his lips.

“Aw, that’s fucking awesome kid–here, let me give you my number if you have any questions about the whole process–the team, anything!” Jack said excitedly as he quickly handed his phone over to EJ. “Serious offer man,” Jack said happily as EJ started adding his phone number into the phone.

Y/N and Luke’s eyes met again while Y/N’s plastered a small smile on her lips as they forced their gazes back down to the menu that was rested in front of them. EJ, Jack, and Quinn were all engaged in a conversation about hockey; the program while Luke and Y/N sat silently listening along. 

Jazmine leaned into Y/N whispering, “Are you okay? You’ve been too quiet.”

Y/N turned her head to the side, meeting her little sister’s gaze before looking back towards Luke. He was focused on the menu in front of him. A small scowl on his lips as he was probably upset with the limited game day options he had to eat. 

“Just a lot going on in my mind,” Y/N mumbled before she decided on her soup and sandwich combination before closing her menu. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked her. Y/N shook her head slowly before looking back towards Luke who was still staring down at the menu. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll be alright, Jaz,” Y/N said quietly. Her voice grasped Luke’s attention. His gaze instantly landed on Y/N as he shut the menu and rested it onto the table. Luke and Y/N’s eyes met and he gave her a small reassuring smile.

“Of course, you have Lukey,” she muttered teasingly. Y/N nudged Jazmine but she was right. 

~~~

The third period was about to start for the game and it was still tied. The parents were sitting in a row of the suite watching the game. Y/N was standing in the back, watching the game on the TV screen. EJ and Jazmine were enjoying the snacks as they wandered towards where the parents were to watch the game again.

Y/N was stirring her drink with her straw as she forced her gaze up towards the TV screen every few seconds before she looked back down towards the mocktail in front of her. 

“Hey,” Jack whispered as he walked up towards her, adjusting the sling on his arm. Y/N hummed as she kept her gaze low. He furrowed his eyebrows. “My mom said you and Luke got into an argument today, are you doing alright?”

Y/N scoffed as she raised her head to meet his gaze, “I’m fine and we didn’t actually get into an argument at all. Just some stuff is going on and I–we cannot–we agreed to not talk about it until tonight,” she expressed as she looked into Jack’s eyes.

Jack stared suspiciously, “I’m not a gossip like everyone else in our families, if you want to talk about it with me. I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Jack expressed quietly as he leaned towards her. He looked up towards the screen to see the game going.

She took a hesitant breath before glancing towards their families loudly chatting at the edge of the suite that led to the perfect view of the game. 

“I’m late, Jack,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes. His eyes widened as he leaned towards her. 

“Holy shit, do you really think–?” he asked barely above a whisper. 

“I don’t know, it may be too early to even tell–I don’t know,” she said while shaking her head slightly. “We’re barely twenty-one, this isn’t–this is not how this shouldn’t–”

“What does my brother think?” he asked quietly as he rested a reassuring hand onto her shoulder. 

“He says that we’ll be okay either way. We’ll figure it out whatever that means,” she said while rolling her eyes. “He’s trying to make me feel better but nothing that he says is helping which isn’t his fault,” 

Jack took another step towards her, he leaned closer, “How careful were you–”

She let out a sudden giggle, “Are you asking how often your brother wears–”

“Uh–withdrawn, nothing further,” he let out jokingly as he leaned back. They both giggled as he tapped his hand against the table.

“We’re very careful, probably too careful for being together for two years. Well maybe not–it turns out,”

“Well if it’s any constallation, Luke would be an incredible father,” his voice was barely above a whisper. 

Y/N smiled softly as she tilted her head to the side to look towards the TV screen. “I know,” she whispered softly, “I was hoping there would be a ring and a wedding before this was even an idea,” she offered with a dry laugh. 

“Well, Lukey is lucky to have a girl like you, you know that right? I give you two a lot of shit but if he doesn’t marry you then that kid is not going to marry anyone,” Jack said as he awkwardly leaned towards her and gave her a hug with the best of his abilities with his arm in a sling.

“Thank you Jack,” she mumbled while she accepted the hug. “Luke’s freaking out but I think he’s letting me freak out more since he’s–”

“He’s trying to be strong for you. Yeah I can tell,” Jack offered while laughing. “His eyes darted towards you like every single second to see if you were okay. Everyone can tell something isn’t right with you guys. You guys barely spoke at dinner, that’s weird. Our moms are over there talking about what you two could be arguing about,” 

“Yeah? What are their theories?” she asked jokingly. 

“Uhm, my mother seems to believe that Luke said something stupid because us ‘Hughes boys’ apparently have no filters. Whatever that means,” Jack said sarcastically. “Your mother believes you took something too personally and it spiraled from there,”

“Sounds about right,” she muttered while rolling her eyes playfully.

“You’ll be alright,” Jack muttered as he shifted his gaze towards the TV just as Timo scored to take the lead. “I know that’s right!” he cheered. 

“Thanks for listening, Jack, seriously,” she offered. He smiled towards her with a dry laugh leaving his lips.

“Yeah, that’s what future brother-in-laws are for?” he asked jokingly. She rolled her eyes playfully.

~~~

Their families were back in their hotels and Quinn was on a plane back to Vancouver. Luke and Y/N were alone in their apartment sitting on the bathroom floor with the three pregnancy tests resting on the bathroom counter. Y/N couldn’t stand going in public to buy the tests, especially right after a Devils game.

She’s been stopped in public before for dating Luke after a game. She did not need to be seen in public buying a pregnancy test. She did not need to see the potential media surrounding it. 

Their backs were pressed against the walls, for the first thirty seconds they remained silent. “It’s probably too early for it to be accurate,” she let out.

“Well, we’ve got two paths right? So path one is that it’s negative and life goes back to normal. Maybe double wrap it from now on–”

“Luke!” she scolded while smacking her hand against his chest, a small giggle left her lips. He let out a small laugh.

“Okay, okay but then we have path two right. The test is positive and we have to change course right? Okay, you’re pregnant and we are going to be parents. We’ll get a bigger place and we’ll be able to have a room for the nursery. You’re about to finish school and look into possibly a job and then we’ll have a little boy or girl–it could be great,” 

“I mean we’re young but we’ll make it work, right?” he offered as he shifted his gaze towards her. She didn’t respond, she simply nodded. “I mean your family is only a few hours away, Jack is only a couple blocks away–not that Jack would be a fantastic babysitter–well maybe he would be, I don’t know. I’m sure my parents would be willing to fly in and help whenever we would need it–”

“Luke, please stop talking–your babbling is making me more nervous,” she said with an awkward laugh. 

“Sorry, gorgeous,” he said while awkwardly laughing. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards his side. “It’ll be alright,” he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. 

“I talked to Jack about it, I didn’t mean to it sorta spilled out in the suite,” she explained.

Luke nodded slowly, “That explains the long awkward hug he gave me after the game. I thought he was making fun of my shootout attempt,” 

Before she could reply, the timer they had went off. She lifted her head up and their eyes connected. She nodded allowing him to reach up and take a hold of the three tests. His hand covered the tiny screen that says if she was pregnant. He leaned back against the wall holding them in his hand. 

“Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

All she could muster up was a nod. He moved his hand, holding all three of the tests in his hand flatly. All three of them clearly stated Not Pregnant, Luke dropped them on the floor and pulled her tightly to his chest.

“Guess we’re double wrapping it–”

“Luke Hughes! Take something serious for once,” she said while laughing. 

“We’ll be okay, my love,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against the side of her head. She smiled to herself as she ran her fingers through his curls. 

“Eventually we’ll think about it, right?” she whispered. He hummed as he ran his hand down her back. 

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YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS (IT MAKES ME SO MAD!) #oneshot #hoshinasoshiro #f!reader

hoshina is unfamiliar with the concept of personal space. unluckily for you, the huge crush you have on your vice captain is the least of your worries when he keeps catching you absolutely losing it. / REQ.

feat. hoshina soshiro　　⎯⎯　wc. 2.0k

contents: female reader, reader is an officer in the third division, fluff, stoic reader, reader cannot express her feelings, not-so-oblivious hoshina, kissing

When any kind of problem arises, the Third Division knows three things for sure:

Go get Captain Mina Ashiro to solve the problem for you.

If she’s busy with other important stuff, Vice Captain Hoshina Soshiro will do.

Should the Vice Captain be unavailable as well, look for Platoon Leader Y/N instead.

You don’t mind being busy— you’re happy to know that your fellow soldiers look for you in times of need. The thing is, sometimes people look for you to ask you where the Vice Captain is.

... and you hate Hoshina Soshiro.

It might surprise people to know that you’re able to feel emotions as strong as hate. You’re a naturally stoic person after all.

No noise readies you, no words shake you out of yourself, no person makes your emotions fluctuate — but Hoshina Soshiro is the only exception.

When other people would get discouraged to get close to you because of your lack of emotions, Soshiro is always at ease near you, like the two of you have been friends for a long time.

The way he smiles, the way he runs a hand through his hair, the way he stands— he’s so gorgeous it makes you so mad.

Like right now; the sound of blades clashing against each other rings in your ears as you try hard not to gape at the glorious display in front of you.

Kafka, huffing and puffing with sweat all over him as he desperately tries to keep up with his opponent, while Soshiro moves around with grace, delivering blows that seem so elegant and yet is enough to make Kafka stumble around like a puppet.

You watch, unsurprised, when Kafka falls down ungracefully, butt planted on the floor. Soshiro’s mouth starts moving (probably giving him some pointers) but all you can think about is how perfect he looks as a bead of sweat trails down his neck.

“Hey, it’s your turn.” Kikoru elbows you rather hard, making you snap out of your trance. Your face falls in an immediate deadpan as you stand up, passing by a dejected Kafka.

Soshiro smiles at you, seemingly unaffected by his earlier spar. “Oh no, I’m gonna have to open my eyes for this.”

He says it loud enough for everyone to hear and your heart leaps.

The spar lasted longer than the one with Kafka, but it still ended up with you losing. Well, there’s a reason he’s the Vice Captain and you’re the Platoon Leader.

As a competitive person, you should be angry for losing— but how could you, when Soshiro pulls you up and pats you in the back?

“You’re a great fighter. I might hafta to sit down and take a break.”

The poker face you successfully maintained should’ve given you a goddamn Grammy.

Soshiro spots you in the cafetaria and immediately makes a beeline to your table.

“’scuse me, coming through!”

The surprise in your eyes is gone as quickly as it appears. The entire table greets him warmly while you continue to eat. Soshiro smiles, sitting down next to you as Kafka scrambles to get out of his way.

Reno is trying to strike up conversation, but his only focus is on you. You seem so unconcerned about everything. He likes that about you too, but he wishes you’d let down your guard with him. How could he know whether you liked him or not? — not that he’d stop trying to get your attention.

Soshiro eating the rest of his apple while he watches you slurp down the last remains of your soup. Even when you eat, you look absolutely divine.

Just then, a lock of hair falls down your face, hanging dangerously close to your food. He instinctively reaches out to brush it out of your face.

“Whoops, wouldn’t wanna get that in the soup.”

Soshiro is aware of the stares he got from his subordinates, but seeing those beautiful eyes of yours look at him makes it worth it. Shocked, he watches as your eyes flash through different emotions before finally returning to its usual calm state.

“E-excuse me.” You didn’t give him time to speak before standing up and walking away.

“Wait!”

Did he just hear a stutter?

You walk fast, but Soshiro managed to keep a comfortable distance away from you. He lets you put away the tray of food and is about to call your name when you disappear inside the toilet.

He halts, opting to wait for you, resting his back against the wall. Then he hears something weird.

“AARRGGGHH!!!”

Posture immediately straight, his body involuntarily jerks to the sound of the scream, wanting to check out if you’re okay. Because it’s the sound of your scream.

He doesn’t have to, because at that moment the door swings open and you walk out of the toilet.

Red-faced.

He’s still standing in stunned silence when you slap a hand to your mouth and run away.

If Soshiro wasn’t worried before, he’s definitely worried now.

You keep avoiding him throughout the rest of the day. When you cross paths, you would refuse to look at him in the face. You’d only give him a halfhearted salute before fleeing.

The thing that bothers him is how hot and bothered you look. Are you feeling under the weather? Soshiro knows how hardworking you are, so he’s worried that you’re forcing yourself to work even though you’re sick.

“Platoon Leader, come here for a sec.”

You begrudgingly make your way to him, still not looking at him in the eyes. Fidgeting, sweating, and looking very, very bothered.

“Platoon Leader, are you sick?”

“No, sir.”

“Excuse me.” is his only warning before he presses his palm against your forehead.

Surprisingly, your temperature is... normal?

“W-what the-” Flinching, you make a big reaction and jerk away from his hand. Still, your face is calm. “If that’s all, I’ll take my leave.”

Soshiro sighs as you speedwalk away. Temperature aside, he’s 101% sure that you’re sick. After all, why else would your face be so red?

Unless...

You’re dreaming. You’re dreaming. You’re dreaming. Because there is no goddamn way Soshiro just touched your face.

You have no clue where you’re walking. You just wanted to get away from the only person who’s able to make you lose your cool. So you head outside, to the gardens. You pass by Haruichi on the way there.

“Hey, have you seen the Vice Captain around?” He calls out after you, making you want to scream in frustration.

Can people stop making you remember the existence of the drop dead gorgeous Hoshina Soshiro?!

“I don’t know! Maybe China!”

Haruichi looks very confused. You brush past him.

Full of nerves and unsure what to do, you finally sit down on a bench to catch your breath. You can still feel his fingertips on your forehead and see the worried expression in his handsome face.

He’s worried about you. You’re about to bury your head in your hands and squeal when you catch sight of the very same man walking towards you.

Like a cue, the mask is back on. You wanted to pat yourself in the back for how quickly you’re able to gather your composure. You’d rather die than embarrass yourself in front of your crush... although you just did that when you walked out to a surprised Soshiro.

He didn’t hear you scream, did he?

Did he?

You stand up as Soshiro stops next to you. He’s smiling his usual smile, but something is eerie about it. Like he knows a secret.

“Can I test something?”

You blink once. Twice. Then you nod.

“Walk with me.”

You follow him, puzzled.

Suddenly, he loops a hand around your shoulders.

Your heart misses a beat and you nearly stumble, but you catch yourself with sheer willpower. The stoic expression is getting harder to maintain, the smile on your lips itching to blossom.

“What... why?”

There are chills running down your back when you look up at Soshiro. His smile is wider now, like he absolutely knows a secret.

He absolutely knows.

You break free and run for your life.

Soshiro feels kinda guilty now. He didn’t mean to fluster you so much; he just felt so happy and flattered that he actually managed to make you blush.

That’s why he’s making his way to your quarters, hoping to apologize for teasing you too much today. Soshiro has loved you for many months now; he has no problems taking it slow until you’re ready to trust him with all your emotions.

The door is slightly ajar, so he pushes it open quietly, not wanting to alarm you. He’s about to knock on it to signal his presence when he sees the state you’re in.

Facing away from the door, your body is half slumped on the floor and half on the bed. You’re clutching a giant pillow to your face.

“AAARRRRGGGMMMM” Without warning, you scream, the sound drowned out by the pillow you’re burying your head into.

His mouth drops open but it quickly stretches into a smile.

You raise your head, revealing your blushing face, before slamming it down on the pillow again. A string of unintelligible noises follow soon after.

He clears his throat.

You pause mid grumble and the air is still. Slowly raising your head, you turn your head to the door. The two of you lock eyes.

“Vice Captain! Get out!”

Instead of getting out, Soshiro lets himself in and closes the door behind him. He chuckles at your terrified expression, finally seeing an emotion other than complete indifference.

“So you’re really not sick? Just blushin’ around me?”

You gape, looking very offended but unable to counter him.

“Oh, good. I thought my crush was unrequited.”

Your eyes widen.

“Hey, can I kiss ya?”

“Wh-what?!”

“Sorry. You just look so cute right now. Is that a no..?”

Soshiro moves closer, now kneeling down in front of you. A teasing smile is still present on his features. Gently, he strokes his thumb down the right side of your lips. Gauging your reactions.

You didn’t want to give him any, but even a great actress needs her breaks. A shy smile breaks through your cold facade, and Soshiro beams.

“Oh, this is so cute. I must kiss ya now.”

You don’t know where to look, eyes flitting everywhere but him, but you let him lean into you until you can feel his breaths against your skin.

“W-wait,” you gasp meekly. Soshiro’s other hand is around your waist now. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Soshiro shivers in anticipation. “That’s okay,” he whispers and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “just follow my lead.” And he presses his lips against yours.

It’s so cute how shy you are, so much so that you’re trembling under his touch. He’s pretty sure he heard a whimper when he tightens his hold on your waist. It takes everything in him to control himself when you tilt your head back, parting your lips a bit further for him.

You don’t know how long time has passed because your head is still in the clouds even after he pulls away. It’s embarrassing how a simple kiss leaves you a mess; your breaths ragged and cheeks flushed.

You, who’s usually so stoic, calm and composed, looking like this under him—

“I want to say that I’ll stop teasing you, but I would be lying.” Soshiro grins when you bury your face in his chest.

You’re sulking a bit now. How dare he make you look like a complete idiot. “Whatever. You won’t get another reaction out of me anyway.”

“Is that a challenge?”

After that, he tries to get your attention every time you’re in the same space as each other. He’ll tease you, praise you, sling an arm around your shoulders, hold your things out of reach, all that just to get a rise out of you.

Of course, everyone knows he’s down bad. He acts like a schoolboy trying to get attention from his crush in all the wrong ways. So now even more people ask you about Soshiro; where he is, what he’s doing, like they’re completely convinced you two are an item.

Well, you are.

But with so many people teasing you about your relationship, it’s getting hard to hide behind a calm face. You smile a lot more often, especially when he’s around. Your reputation as the division’s most calm and composed soldier quickly fades into memory. At least you got yourself a hot boyfriend...?

Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

[tender-rosiey]

I can’t get thisss out of my head and I wish I didn’t have adhd and could sit and write it correctly but oldest daughter y/n having to marry the brute lord Sukuna (arranged marriage type beat) and the only reason why she agrees is Becuase if she doesn’t marry him one of her sisters will have to and she just cannot bring herself to put her sisters threw that 😣😣😣

a garden among thorns — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: this is longer than most of my works, but i needed to do this idea as much justice as I can

your father’s face is pale as he kneels before the messenger, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his shoulders.

his hands tremble in his lap, and his posture slumps, as if the air has been sucked from the room. the messenger stands tall and unyielding.

“lord sukuna requires one of your daughters to marry him,” the messenger states, his tone sharp and businesslike. “to refuse is…inadvisable.”

your mother gasps, clutching the edge of her robe, and your sisters exchange wide-eyed, horrified looks. aya’s grip tightens on hina’s sleeve, and hina’s mouth trembles, unable to form words.

you remain silent.

sukuna’s name hangs in the air like a curse—the king of curses feared across the land. to be sent to him is to step willingly into the jaws of a predator.

your father stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. “p-please…surely, there must be another way…”

the messenger’s gaze hardens, his words sharp and final. “lord sukuna does not make requests twice. you have until the week’s end to decide. one of your daughters will be sent to his estate.”

the messenger leaves, and the room plunges into a suffocating silence. your father collapses forward, burying his face in his hands, his body trembling with despair.

your mother’s sobs start quietly but grow louder, echoing through the room. aya clings to hina, her face pale with fear.

“I won’t let you choose,” you say, your voice cutting through the heavy silence.

all eyes turn to you in shock. your father lifts his head slowly, his expression a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. aya’s small hands clutch your arm. “no, you can’t mean—”

“I do,” you interrupt firmly, despite the turmoil gnawing at your chest. you meet each of their gazes, the weight of the choice pressing down on you.

your mother rises, hands trembling as she reaches for you, her face etched with anguish. “no, y/n. you’re the eldest, yes, but that doesn’t mean this burden should fall on you.”

you step back gently, removing her hands from your face. “do you want it to fall on aya? or hina?” you gesture toward your sisters, who stiffen at your words. “do you think they’ll survive with a man like him?”

aya shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. “you’re just as important as we are! why does it have to be you? please, don’t do this.”

you stand in front of her, brushing the tears from her face. “aya, I don’t want to go either. but if we don’t do this, sukuna will come for us.

he’ll take what he wants, and we won’t be able to stop him. you don’t deserve this life. hina doesn’t deserve it. at least I can try to protect you this way.”

aya sobs harder, her small frame shaking. “I can’t lose you,” she cries, burying her face in your shoulder.

you hold her tight, feeling the pain of this decision settle heavily on your chest. hina steps forward, her face unreadable. “be safe,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“I will,” you promise, though the words feel hollow.

your mother sobs uncontrollably into your father’s chest, and he remains silent, broken. he doesn’t stop you—he can’t. you know he wouldn’t, not in the face of sukuna’s power.

you pull away slowly, aya’s small hands slipping from your arm. “I’ll write,” you murmur, turning toward the door. “I’ll write as often as I can. you’ll be okay. just…take care of each other.”

they nod silently, but the fear in their eyes won’t fade.

your mother’s voice breaks through the quiet. “you’re so brave,” she whispers. “but I wish you didn’t have to be.”

you take a last look at your family, standing together in the doorway. their figures grow smaller as the cart takes you away, the weight of their sorrow heavy in your heart.

the world outside seems darker, colder as you leave them behind. the home you’re leaving is more than just a place; it is everything you know.

and with every step, you feel a piece of yourself slipping away.

the journey to sukuna’s estate feels endless, each passing mile colder than the last. the wind bites at your skin, and the clouds above seem to mirror the heaviness in your heart.

the long ride in the cart gives you ample time to think, but there is no solace to be found.

your family, the warmth of your home, and the lives you knew are fading into the distance, replaced by the looming unknown of sukuna’s estate.

your stomach churns with unease as you approach the gates. they are massive, imposing iron structures that seem to swallow the light, and as the carriage slows to a stop before them, the oppressive silence only amplifies the dread in your chest.

the heavy gates groan open with a reluctance that seems to mirror your own, revealing the vast grounds of sukuna’s estate.

everything about this place screams power—an estate built to intimidate, to assert dominance over all who enter.

the stone paths are harsh and cold beneath your feet as you step out of the carriage. the servants who meet you are stiff, their eyes avoiding yours as they take your belongings.

you are no more than a stranger in their world, a burden that they carry, and you feel the sting of that isolation.

as you make your way inside the grand hall, your footsteps echo in the silence. it’s all so stark, so cold. the air feels thick with tension, and as you round the corner into the heart of the estate, you are met with the full weight of his presence.

sukuna sits at the head of a long table in a massive hall, his eyes fixed on you as you enter. the sight of him is enough to take your breath away—his posture relaxed, yet every inch of him exudes power.

his dark crimson robes shift slightly as he stands, towering over you with an unsettling ease. his gaze is sharp.

“so,” he says, “you’re the one they sent.”

you stand tall, refusing to let the weight of his gaze break you. beneath the surface, your heart races, but you force yourself to keep it steady.

“I came of my own choice,” you reply, your voice firm but betraying a hint of the turmoil churning inside.

his lips curl into a smirk, an expression laced with amusement and something darker. “did you, now? brave. or foolish.”

the words sting, but you bite back the retort that rises to your lips. there’s no point in showing him weakness. “I’m not foolish,” you say, your voice colder than you intended, but it’s enough to get his attention.

he chuckles, a sound rich with disdain and amusement. “well, little wife, you’ll learn soon enough what your choice means.”

his eyes glint with a dangerous promise, and despite your resolve, something tightens in your chest.

after that meeting, his presence lingers, an almost tangible force, but he keeps his distance. it’s not until later that night, when you’re left alone in your new room, that the weight of your decision truly hits.

the walls feel too close, and the silence is suffocating.

life at sukuna’s estate is harsh, far colder than you anticipated. the mansion itself is sprawling and filled with echoing corridors, but it never feels warm.

the servants, though polite, are distant, as if afraid to make eye contact. your days are spent in isolation, wandering the gardens or sitting alone in your chambers, trying to make yourself useful without getting in the way.

you are nothing more than a visitor in this grand, empty place—a prize claimed by a man who has no use for you beyond the title you now bear.

at times, sukuna’s presence seems to vanish entirely, leaving you to grapple with the silence. but on other days, his sharp words cut through the air like blades, his moods as unpredictable as the wind.

he is a storm, sweeping through the halls when he deigns to speak, his eyes always sharp, always calculating.

one afternoon, you are working in the garden, your hands busy with the familiar task of pulling weeds, trying to occupy your mind.

the scent of earth and flowers is the only thing that feels real in this place. a soft breeze stirs the air, and for a fleeting moment, you almost feel like you’re back home.

but then, you hear his voice. it’s low and mocking, a drawl that sends a shiver down your spine.

“do you plan to sulk forever?” sukuna asks, his tone cutting through the air.

you glance up from your task, narrowing your eyes at him. he stands in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his robe flowing around him like an aura of danger.

“I’m not sulking,” you reply, your voice clipped, though you know it’s a lie. you are, in fact, sulking—trying to retreat into yourself because it’s the only way to survive this.

“could’ve fooled me,” he retorts, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. “you’ve been quieter than a graveyard since you got here.”

you get ticked off by his words but force yourself to stay composed. “what would you have me do? laugh at your jokes?” you don’t know why you say it, but the challenge is there, raw and unfiltered.

he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that grates on your nerves. “I don’t tell jokes.”

you mutter under your breath, “clearly.”

to your surprise, he doesn’t take offense. instead, he raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steps into the garden.

his presence fills the space, as if he owns it. he leans against the stone wall, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and something more.

you feel his hand hold the top of your head for a moment, and he hums, “at least you’ve got a spine. I’d hate to have a wife who folds like paper.”

you don’t know what to make of the compliment—or if it’s even meant as one. but his words, though gruff, are the first acknowledgment he’s given you that isn’t full of disdain or indifference.

“I don’t fold,” you reply, try to shake his hand off. you find yourself meeting his gaze, a silent challenge passing between the two of you.

for a long moment, sukuna doesn’t say anything. the tension hangs in the air, thick and unspoken. then, finally, his lips curl into something that might be the start of a smile, though it’s fleeting.

“good,” he says, his voice almost too soft for you to catch. “you’ll need that fire, wife.”

you don’t respond, but as the days pass, his words linger in your mind. slowly, something starts to shift. his unpredictable moods, his sharp words, his occasional moments of unexpected gentleness—they all begin to add up.

it’s not love, not yet, but something else.

you’re not sure if you want to like him, but the more time you spend in his presence, the more you begin to understand him. in return, he seems to start observing you more closely, his interest piqued.

whether you like it or not, you are now bound together in this cold, sprawling estate, and the strange, slow pull between you grows with each passing day.

the first real instance happens during dinner. the grand dining hall is silent, save for the soft clinking of silver against porcelain.

sukuna sits at the head of the table, a looming figure of power, draped in his usual white and black.

his gaze flicks to you once, but he doesn’t speak. it’s a familiar pattern by now—he speaks only when he has something to say, and even then, his words are sparse, deliberate.

but tonight, as you reach for the pitcher of wine, your hand knocks over the glass beside it. the sound of the glass tipping and shattering against the floor startles everyone in the room.

a sharp, echoing crack. the servants freeze, eyes flicking nervously from the broken shards to sukuna.

you stand frozen, the glass at your feet, heart racing. the tension in the room thickens, but no one moves. you glance up at sukuna, half-expecting the usual cold indifference or a sharp rebuke.

but tonight, his dark eyes flicker to the broken glass before meeting yours. there’s something in his gaze—a spark of amusement—before he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his posture lazy but commanding.

“careful, little wife,” he drawls, his voice low and slightly mocking, but there’s no malice in it. “I wouldn’t want to see you spill any more of my wine.”

you nod, instinctively bending down to pick up the shards, but before your fingers even touch the glass, sukuna’s voice cuts through the air.

“stop,” he commands, his tone sharp and unwavering.

you freeze mid-motion, looking up to find his gaze already fixed on you.

“clean this up,” sukuna commands, glancing at the servants, his voice a deep rumble that makes the servants rush to obey without a word.

as they quickly gather the shards, sukuna’s attention returns to you, though his eyes linger a moment longer than necessary.

“you seem eager to be useful,” he observes, his voice tinged with a hint of something almost approving. “but I’d rather not have my wife make herself filthy for something as trivial as this.”

you open your mouth but stop, unsure if you want to argue with him or remain silent.

a week later, you find yourself in the garden again, absentmindedly tending to the flowers that line the stone walls.

the peace of the garden is a brief escape from the heaviness inside the mansion, and you’ve come to cherish the quiet moments there.

this time, however, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. you don’t need to turn around to know it’s him. the weight of his presence is unmistakable.

“I see you’ve found your little sanctuary,” sukuna’s voice comes.

you don’t answer at first, focused on trimming the overgrown vines. his footsteps stop, and for a moment, there’s just the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the faint scent of flowers in the air.

“are you going to ignore me every time I approach?” he asks, a hint of curiosity and a bit of annoyance lacing his words. “you don’t seem like the type to hide from confrontation.”

you glance over your shoulder, meeting his gaze for a brief moment. his eyes are narrowed, but there’s no hostility in them. it’s a rare look for him—almost like he’s testing you, waiting for your response.

“I’m not hiding,” you reply, your voice steady, though there’s an edge to it. “I just prefer peace.”

sukuna steps closer, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you work. “peace? in my estate?” his laugh is low and dark, more of a scoff than an actual laugh. “you won’t find that here, little wife.”

you focus on the flowers in front of you, resisting the urge to let his words unsettle you. but for some reason, you can’t quite brush off the way he’s watching you.

“I didn’t expect to,” you reply, your voice quieter now, softer.

there’s a beat of silence, and then, to your surprise, sukuna crouches beside you. his presence looms close, his eyes scanning the flowers you’re tending to. “they’re not bad,” he says.

you glance up at him, meeting his gaze. for a moment, the weight of the estate, the pressure of being in his presence, fades away.

it’s just the two of you, sitting in this strange, delicate quiet.

“well, they’re not as high-maintenance as you are,” you mutter under your breath, a playful jab that you can’t quite hold back.

he chuckles—a low sound that vibrates through the space between you. it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh like that—without mockery, without an edge. it’s almost human.

“high-maintenance, huh?” he muses, his tone teasing, but there’s a shift in the air now. “maybe you’ll find that out the hard way.”

the words are playful. you’re not sure what to make of it, but it stirs something in you, something that’s both unsettling and... intriguing.

over the next few weeks, these small moments become more frequent, threading together a fragile tapestry of connection. sukuna’s presence is still overwhelming, but it feels less suffocating now.

he no longer seems entirely distant, nor does he hover with the same oppressive force. instead, he’s there, always watching, always waiting for something unspoken to unfold.

one evening, as you sit alone in the garden again, this time reading a book your family had gifted you, you hear his footsteps before you see him. sukuna doesn’t announce his presence this time.

he simply stands there, watching you with his usual, inscrutable gaze. you feel his eyes on you, and for once, you don’t feel the need to pretend you don’t notice.

“I’m surprised you can read,” he says, his voice a low murmur. there’s no mockery in it, only a genuine comment. “thought you’d be too busy sulking.”

you glance up from your book, meeting his gaze. “I’m not sulking,” you reply, the words more matter-of-fact than before. there’s no need to explain yourself to him anymore.

he steps closer, his presence heavy as always, but this time it doesn’t make you want to shrink away. “what are you reading about?”

“it’s just a story,” you say, closing the book slowly. “something to pass the time.”

“hmm,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking down to the book. “must be a boring story if it’s keeping you this entertained.”

you chuckle lightly. “maybe I just need a distraction from you.”

he doesn’t respond immediately, but there’s a tension in the air, as if the words have just cracked open something between you.

the turning point comes one evening when you receive a letter from home. you’ve been sitting by the window, when you notice the familiar parchment.

aya’s neat handwriting graces the top, and as soon as you read her name, your heart stutters.

you eagerly unfold it, fingers trembling slightly as you begin to read.

her words spill across the page with such love and longing that they cut deep, each line filled with updates about their daily lives, the little things that no longer seem so insignificant to you.

she tells you about hina’s recent antics and how their mother insists on planting a garden in the courtyard, even though the soil remains stubbornly unyielding.

she writes about how your father has been more quiet than usual, always looking out toward the horizon, waiting for the day when his daughters are reunited.

but more than anything, the letter is a reminder of how deeply you are missed, how the absence of your presence has created a space no one can fill.

you can feel the tears welling in your eyes before you realize it. they sting hotly as you read on. the weight of being apart from them—your sisters, your parents—becomes almost unbearable.

you can’t suppress the sobs that rise in your chest, so you quickly wipe them away, desperate to regain some composure.

but you’re too late. the door opens with a soft creak, and you don’t need to turn to know who’s standing there. sukuna’s presence fills the room as it always does.

he pauses, his sharp eyes narrowing in on you. his gaze flicks over your tear-streaked face then down at your hands.

“what’s that?” he asks, his tone surprisingly less abrasive than usual. it’s subtle, but there’s a shift in the way he speaks.

“a letter,” you reply quietly, your voice thick, the emotion still lingering. “from my sisters.”

his eyes linger on you for a moment longer, studying you with an intensity that seems to reach beyond your tears, deeper into the vulnerability you’ve been trying to keep hidden.

he steps forward, closing the distance between you, and before you can react, he takes the parchment from your hands, his fingers brushing yours just slightly as he does so.

you watch him scan the letter, his expression unreadable, as though the words don’t mean anything to him.

but you notice the slight twitch in his brow when he reads aya’s mention of hina’s mischievous behavior and the mention of your father’s quiet gaze.

he hands the letter back after a moment, his face still impassive, but something lingers in his gaze as he meets your eyes.

“they miss you,” he says simply, though his voice is quieter than usual, less detached.

you swallow hard, trying to steady yourself. you nod, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “I miss them too.”

for a long moment, neither of you speaks. the room is thick with the weight of unspoken words, the quiet intimacy of the exchange hanging in the air between you.

you wonder if he understands what it means to miss family—what it means to be torn from them, to feel so distant from the people who raised you, loved you.

you wonder if there’s a part of him that understands loneliness, even though he wears it like a badge of honor.

his expression remains unreadable, and for a moment, you think he’s about to leave, to retreat back into the distance that has characterized most of your interactions.

but then, to your surprise, he speaks again, his words low and deliberate.

“you may go visit them,” he says.

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at him, eyes wide with disbelief. the words don't seem to register at first, not fully, and you find yourself unable to respond immediately. “what?”

his gaze remains steady, unwavering. “you heard me,” he repeats, a touch of impatience creeping into his tone. “you may visit them. if it’s that important to you.”

the shock slowly fades, replaced by confusion and a strange warmth that spreads in your chest.

you’ve always thought of him as a cold, imposing figure—a man who ruled through fear, who demanded respect through power.

but now, in this moment, you realize that he’s offering you something more than you ever expected. something human.

“I... thank you,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely a whisper.

“don’t make me regret it,” he warns, his voice returning to its usual gravelly tone. “I’m not doing this out of kindness. I simply don’t want you moping around here for the next week.”

you nod, the weight of the gesture sinking in, even as his words remain curt.

you don’t know if sukuna truly cares for you, or if this is just another act of power—his way of testing your limits or asserting control over your emotions.

but for now, you can’t help but feel a flicker of something more, a warmth that feels entirely out of place.

“thank you,” you repeat, your voice firmer now, despite the uncertainty that still lingers in your chest.

he grunts in response, turning to leave, but there’s a moment where his eyes meet yours again. and for the first time since you’ve arrived, you don’t see just the ruthless lord in those dark depths.

the journey back to your family’s home is a blur of emotion. the reunion with aya and hina is everything you imagined and more—warmth, laughter, and the comfort of familiar faces.

for the first time in months, you feel like yourself again, surrounded by the people who’ve always known you.

but even as you relish the joy of your visit, something lingers in the back of your mind. sukuna’s words, his unexpected offer to let you go, echo in your thoughts.

the days with your family fly by too quickly, and you can’t help but feel the ache of leaving them again.

aya hugs you tightly before you leave, her words of encouragement like a balm for the unease building in your chest. “you’ll be okay,” she whispers, her arms tightening around you.

when you return to the estate, everything feels oddly unchanged, yet different. the servants carry on as if your absence was nothing more than a passing breeze, and the cold, vast halls are just as you left them.

but sukuna is nowhere to be found—until you’re alone in the courtyard, unloading your things from the carriage.

the familiar sound of footsteps reaches your ears. the air shifts, heavy with his presence before you even see him. then, his shadow falls over you. you don’t need to look up to know it’s him, but you do anyway.

his gaze fixes on you, unreadable, but his lips are curled in that signature smirk. “back already?” he asks, his voice low.

you stand still, setting down the basket you were holding.

his eyes are sharp, studying you, but there’s an underlying softness you weren’t expecting. you nod, keeping your expression neutral. “I couldn’t stay away forever.”

sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, instead stepping closer. his feet crunch against the gravel.

you can’t help but notice how his gaze lingers on you, assessing, like he’s trying to understand something about you that he hadn’t before.

“do you miss them now?” he asks, his tone surprisingly casual.

you hesitate for a moment, feeling the vulnerability of the question. “of course,” you admit, your voice softer than you intended. “but I missed you, too.”

there’s a brief silence, the words hanging in the air between you. you can see the flicker of surprise in his eyes, something momentarily caught off guard by your honesty.

it’s rare that sukuna is disarmed, but somehow, your admission does just that. his lips quirk, but it’s not the mocking smile you’re used to. this one is different, almost amused in a way that doesn’t feel as patronizing.

“did you now?” he murmurs, taking another step toward you. his hand reaches up, and he places a finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.

the touch is intimate, but there’s an unspoken weight to it, like it’s a silent acknowledgment of something neither of you are quite ready to voice. his thumb brushes lightly against your skin, the gesture soft but somehow grounding.

“I didn’t think you’d miss me,” he says quietly, his voice a low rumble, softer than usual.

you’re suddenly acutely aware of the space between you, of the way your heart seems to beat a little faster in your chest, of how his presence pulls you in like gravity.

the tension, always so thick and unyielding before, now feels different—softer, but just as real.  

your breath catches. “you’re not as bad as they said you are,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

sukuna’s eyes narrow slightly, and he takes another small step forward, the tension rising again, only this time it feels like a slow burn.

his fingers curl gently under your chin, his thumb stroking your skin as he leans closer, his breath mingling with yours.

“and you,” he murmurs, voice hushed, “are much more than I gave you credit for.”

before you can respond, something shifts between you. the air crackles with an intensity that neither of you can ignore. his lips are so close now, and you don’t think.

you lean in, your mouth brushing against his, tentative at first, like testing the waters of something new, something dangerous.

but then, without warning, sukuna’s hand grips your waist, pulling you into him. the kiss deepens, slow and steady, as though he’s savoring it, taking his time.

his touch is commanding, yet there’s a tenderness to it that surprises you, a carefulness you didn’t expect from someone like him.

when you finally break apart, your breath mingling in the space between you, there’s a quiet understanding in his eyes.

he doesn’t speak immediately. instead, he holds you close, his hand still resting on your back, steady and sure.

“you’re fully mine now, wife.”

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DRUNK ON YOU ; haikyuu!! boys and how they behave in-between your legs. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

notes: hey! apple here, this is my first time writing a fic for Tumblr, so I hope you enjoy, I'm kinda nervous about posting this but sometimes the gooning gets to you, yk? I wanna mention my friend, who helped me beta read this thing and thank her for it. She'll prob keep beta reading proximate fics so yeah!! like and reblog if you like this. Also, I'll probably post a part 2 if asked I just can't pick what charas to write abouttt.

C.W: afab!reader, use of pet-names (slut, angel, doll, babe, etc.), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, kissing, aftercare mentioned, add more as I write it.

nsfw under the cut!

OIKAWA TOORU:

Enjoys teasing you so he would go easy at first, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, biting into the soft flesh harshly enough to send shivers down your spine and straight to your core

A few minutes in, after you’re practically begging for him just to touch you, he finally gives in.

You’re not his first girl, of course he’s had some experience beforehand, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way he travels along your folds, his tongue, sly and warm against them, turns your stomach into a knot.

He can be a little mean sometimes, getting you on the edge just to pull away as soon as your hands pull his head, chasing to relieve the need for more. Tooru takes a moment to stare at your throbbing cunt, two digits spreading the flesh open just enough to take a peek of the abused clenching walls, ready for his girth. 

Oikawa stands behind you, big hands keeping your ass up, bared chest pressed down onto the mattress. It’s been a while like this, long fingers that barely graze against your needy cunt as the buckling of your hips increases; a desperate attempt to feed the hunger of the aching hole between your now tired legs. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Tooru’s voice comes out husky, ill intentions spilling from his pink plump lips. How could a guy so pretty be so vulgar at the same time? If seen in the streets, it would be impossible to notice the pervert he was behind those hazel, glossy eyes.

“Please, Tooru, don’t be mean.” A small grin appears on his face as he nods, you can’t see him, but know deep down that he enjoys your pleading way too much to keep a stern expression. Who could blame him though? The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon was right in front of him, legs spread and ready for him to take.

You can feel the bed sinking at your feet and a wave of excitement rushes all over your body, ready to feel the fruits of your patience coming to reality. Soon, a heat hits your core, his face so close you can feel him breathing against your tainted crotch. 

“Aight, doll.” You’re pulled down against the crook of his nose, a sensation so good a small whine leaves your lips along with some cuss word he cannot care enough to try decode. “Aw, are you that needy that just me getting close makes you moan? Such an angel turned into a slut as soon as she’s underneath me.”

There is something so great about the way he talks to you, the raspy voice resonating in your ears all the way to your brain like a distorted melody. He always finds a way to make you melt in his embrace just from this, tearing every layer of decency apart like a knife against lace. 

Still, he doesn’t touch you with anything but adoration, even when he is being rough and mean, you can feel the tip of his fingers that trace on your skin like a curious child does on a carved pottery set, enough to feel the texture of it but not to break it. Experienced fingers that would shake from time to time, the thought of hurting more than he intended, restraining his overpowering strength.

A grunt escapes from his lips – Be it because of your desperate pleas of exasperation to the small kitty licks or because he actually couldn’t take one more second against your sex without drinking of you like a thirsty man. – as he finally drowns in the pool of wetness splattered all over the bare skin in front of him. Face up and down, hands that forced you to stay still while squirming and shaking like a frightened deer, pulling you closer.

It didn’t take long for the typical build up to appear down your tightened abdomen, your vision now foggy from both tears and pleasure, not allowing you to glimpse at the man behind you, even if you tried. The slick falling from his chin warned him about the now soon to happen relief, so, pitifully (Even for Tooru, who was now pussy drunk) he closed his lips and pulled away.

“No, please.”

“Come on, angel, you can take it.”

You two had a long night ahead. 

HINATA SHOYO:

Crazy stamina, could spend hours giving head and enjoy it more than getting it himself.

He’s like a puppy in heat, doesn’t even take off your panties before nastily sucking onto your clit over the fabric, wet and sloppy noises filling the room as his saliva mixes with your slick.

Gets drunk on you like two minutes in, carelessly doing all it takes to fulfil his needs, not caring if you’re squirming and crying while your thighs try to close around his head due to overstimulation. 

Literally cums in his shorts to the sight of you crying and babbling from his touch, eyes half-lidded and glossy. 

You’re lying limp on the bed, face covered in smudged eyeliner that goes all the way from your eyes to your chin. How long has it been since Shoyo slid between your legs? It certainly felt like an eternity. 

His noises were incredibly obscene, slurping on every droplet that fell from your aching cunt right into his mouth, savoring the taste as if he was drinking on a bottle of the finest European scotch. Calloused hands scoop your hips closer, impeding you from pulling away, he couldn’t have that now. 

“Fuck– I missed you so much, babe, s’fucking much. Couldn’t wait to get home and taste you.” His voice, now excused from quiet, rang in your ears like honey. “Ah– Missed you too, sho.”

His teeth caught a bit of your flesh between them, pulling just enough to make your back arch and a long moan escape your lips. 

Shoyo leaves your pussy alone – Just for a moment – tracing a line of kisses all over your lower abdomen going up to your chest until you’re both facing each other, the hotness of his heavy breathing panting against your lips.

“Taste s’good, baby, can’t get enough of you. Here, try it by yourself.” Shoyo, as sweet as he is, forces your mouth open just enough to slide his tongue inside. The muscle felt warmth and sweet on your own, exploring the cavity so passionately, you could barely keep up with his hunger.

You could sense the heat of his palm cupping your sex, instinctively grinding on it. At this point it didn’t matter anymore if the friction burned your skin, all you wanted was the pent up tingling feeling to disappear.

“Wanna come, don’t you? So eager for me.”

A sly finger presses at the entrance of your throbbing walls, teasing the exterior of it mischievously. After some seconds – That took way more self restraint from Shoyo than he expected – he finally gave you what you needed, fast and rough movements that attacked your mushy insides just right. He knew you well enough to find that forbidden sweet spot blindly. 

Your abdomen flared, cunt clenching around his fingers as his thumb pressed and circled your clit, helping to reach your high as soon as possible. Not that he needed you to do anything, his shorts were already stained from just the sight of you, fucked dumb by nothing more than his fingers. 

He noticed the way your legs shook, and how your eyes rolled all the way back, panting like a puppy while your body turned putty in his arms. “There you go, atta girl.” 

A soft cloth –more likely than not, his uniform tee– cleaned all the mess on your skin, the vulgar mix of sticky sweat, spit and your own juices, all gone as he brushed the fabric on your sore body. Once he was done, he laid next to you, placing soft kisses all over your face. 

Sure, he was amazing at making you finish, but the aftercare was top level. 

[the-autistic-vulcan]

So Loud, Yet so Hushed (Thunderbolts x Mute!GN!Reader Headcanons)

Request: For a heacannoncrequet please for Thunderbolts: Being the youngest member who is mute? Really like your stories! - Anonymous

Description: Headcanons on being the youngest member of the Thunderbolts and being mute

a/n: Reader is a Thunderbolt, Reader is mute, except able to express themselves through making noises. Reader isn't a specific age, but we'll say they're between 18 - 21 I've done as much research as I could, so I hope I do this justice!

gif credit: @princesssunderworld, @scorpiovelaryon

You are an assassin, just like the rest of them, so you already ticked the box on that part. But one thing that the team wasn't really made aware of, was your mutism (which we'll say Valentina neglected to let them know that)

They appreciated the quiet, especially Yelena and Ava - they got annoyed with the men bickering over stupid stuff, but liked you were to yourself

Until they realized you were too quiet

You were sat in your room in the tower one evening, Yelena, Ava and Bob went to go crash there just to hang out

Until Bob unceremoniously asked "...hey...you're really quiet...why's that?"

Before Ava could scold him for being insensitive, Yelena stopped her and asked you herself

Hence you wrote on your notes app "I am mute. I cannot speak at all."

They were there to give you full support, and also debrief the others - with varying success

Bucky kind of went into 'parental mode' when he heard the debrief

John was...John. He just patted your shoulder and moved on - but he was going to try

Alexei, being Alexei, despite having a very chequered past, was also willing to try

Yelena likes to sit with you and listen to music together - especially if it's anything rock or metal related. Even if it isn't, she likes to see you swaying or making some sort of happy noise

Bucky likes to spar with you, offering words of encouragement and even trying to ask for criticism from you on his technique. With a little time, you both learn to communicate via signs that he used in the army back in the '40s

Ava and John help you in a more cognitive sense, in that they teach you some skills that maybe you hadn't acquired yet - they figured cooking would help with your communication skills. And when the food is burning, you three just laugh at it all, earning a few huffs of relief from you

Alexei tells you stories of his glory days, even complimenting your style of fight and comparing them to his own. Other times, he offers you a sympathetic shoulder - it's mostly for him to make up for being a bad father, so he'd thought he would try again. But you let him know in your own way that he is doing his best

Now you and Bob are the closest in age and predicament - he struggles just as much as you do - even if you both don't suffer with the same things. In his case, Bob reads with you. He'll take time to try and get to know the types of books you read - and considering he had lost so much time out in the world, he wanted to catch up on the latest books

There are days where not even a sound would leave you - whether due to high levels of stress, a mental health episode or something completely out of your control happened

Bob, Yelena and Ava are the first to notice. Bucky and John take note also, and Alexei just straight up asks you what's going on

You write in your notes app that you're just not up to socialize, no matter how much progress has been made to accommodate you

The good thing is that they understand that feeling, and give you the space you need

If you still want to be around them, you guys just watch a movie together or sit in silence

The Thunderbolts are a strange bunch, nothing in their minds would tell them otherwise

You were basically the little sibling. And they would do anything to make sure you were happy, healthy and safe.

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[moon-fics]

So I dont know if this is your style but I figured I lose nothing by asking!

I have been really wanting to see a Bob Floyd x reader, baby announcement using B.O.B (since hangman calls him Baby on Board) like reader wear a shirt with BOB right on the stomach as a hint to either the dagger squad or Bob himself and it takes way to long for people to get it 🤣 just a thought!

Your fic's have been a saving grace for my Lewis Pullman hyper fixation!

I love this idea! It's so cute and I KNOW the dagger squad would be so excited.

You cannot believe you let Jake and Nat convince you of this. Is the idea cute? Yes. Will this put a smile on Bob's face? Also, yes. So, in theory, this is a good idea. It's witty and adorable, which Bob loves.

Except you've been standing next to him the entire night, and he hasn't mentioned it. It's gotten to a point where Nat pointed at your shirt a complimented it in hopes Bob realizes. He, instead, complimented it as well.

It's comedic and torturous. You want so badly for him to figure it out on his own, but you aren't sure he will. It's not because he's stupid; he's far from that. He's just a little oblivious to the hint you're dropping. In other words, he's not picking up what you're putting down.

You haven't had a lick of alcohol either, of course, for the baby's sake. However, that can't even be seen as a hint, either, because you don't get drunk on the regular. So, you're stuck hoping something will click in his brain.

"Hey, you're looking a little different," Jake says. Your eyes snap to him with a glare that could kill him where he stands. Jake's eyes are darting between you and Bob with an expression that can only say 'come on, man'. You quickly realize he's trying to aid the process. "Have you been doing anything new?" He says with a smirk.

"A lot more cardio," You say through gritted teeth. Bob's attention has already been grabbed by the conversation. His eyes were bouncing back and forth. "I thought this shirt really showed that off." You cannot be anymore clearer.

"You do look amazing," Bob agrees with a sparkle in his eyes. "You've been glowing recently," He adds with a smile.

"Yeah, I just find it weird she's wearing a shirt with your call sign on it," Natasha finally joins in. She plants the butt of her pool stick on the ground as her investment in the topic grows. "Y'know, it reminds me of those stickers people put on their cars. What's it stand for again?" She taps her chin.

"Oh, baby on board," Bob answers with a nod. You want to slam your head into a wall. He is right on the money, and yet, he is somehow using it as printer paper. "I always thought those were cute," He chuckles. Natasha and Jake are left staring at him with amusement.

Bob turns towards you and glances at your shirt for the thirty-first time tonight. His smile drops after a few seconds, and his eyes widen. They flicker to lock with yours, and there's a question on his tongue he can't quite get out.

"Is that what it means?" He asks loudly. He already knows the answer, but he just needs to hear you say it.

"Yeah, it is." You can't stop the grin from growing on your face as his eyes light up. The moment he knows the answer, he's lifting you off the ground. His arms are tight around your torso, and you can hear his laughter.

"I'm going to be a father!" He cheers while placing you back down. Bob's enthusiasm gathers the attention of the rest of the dagger squad. Everyone besides Jake and Natasha is surprised. They all let out a few congratulations while clinking their drinks together.

"Fucking finally. I was starting to think I'd have to just straight up tell him," Jake jokes with a slight nudge to your arm.

"I would have snapped his arm for ruining the surprise," Natasha steps up next to him. Before she can say anything else, Bob is pulling you away. He's already heading out of the bar with a mission in mind.

"Honey, where are we going?" You ask in a sing-song voice.

"I just found out my wife is pregnant. I'm spending the rest of my life pampering you," He says while pulling out the car keys. He says that as if he doesn't already do that. However, you won't say anything to argue against him. You know it's pointless.

[aakaneeee]

Love is presented in many ways throughout Alien Stage: For Mizi and Sua, it's codependent, romantic to a worrying extent. For Ivan and Till, it's one sided, unrequited, and painful.

And for Hyuna and Luka, it's a curse.

Not only a curse, but one that haunts them. Jacob once told Hyuna to "Forgive yourself", which, to her, was misplaced. She could have forgiven herself. It was Luka who she couldn't forgive. But, in the end, she couldn't fulfill the legacy. She couldn't forgive herself for loving Luka. She couldn't forgive Luka for killing who she loved. And so, what did she do? She passed on the legacy.

The words "Forgive yourself" didn't help her. They built who she was, but in the worst possible way. She couldn't take his words, because she didn't consider herself the culprit, but the one she resented.

She told this curse, "Forgive yourself" again. She told them to Luka, sentence that almost sounded mocking on her lips. She couldn't have died before because she had to keep moving forward, but now, the pressure wasn't on her shoulders anymore.

She loves Luka, of course she does. But she cannot possibly forgive him. She knows he doesn't realize the suffering he inflicts. It's ironic, he's so unbearably smart, solving puzzles in a matter of seconds, but he doesn't know how to take in the real world, and the feelings of the ones around him, the most important 'puzzle' of them all. So, she gives him the biggest dilemma of his life. It's harsh, cruel, messed up in every sense. It's the puzzle she knew he could never solve, because she herself, who knew humanity, couldn't. Hyuna knew Luka loved her more than himself. And Hyuna cared for Hyunwoo more than for herself. Luka killed Hyunwoo, and so, Hyuna repaid him with the same coin, an eye for an eye. With an act that is the ultimate sacrifice, and the ultimate revenge.

As I have said, Hyuna knew the love he had for her, beyond the limits of his own body. She must've known how much her act would destroy his world: a fate worse than death. Her kind tone, telling him to take as much time as he needs to solve the newfound question she has proposed in such an ugly way, appears almost taunting.

And the way she holds him in her arms, purposefully close, and looks into his eyes, makes it just so much more painful. And yet, when she speaks her soul, passes everything she was carrying on her shoulders, over to him, her face is hidden away, buried in his shoulder. She's free. She finally had her revenge. She can forgive him, and then herself, even though the price was destroying him, without building him up again. Leaving him like pieces of a puzzle that never got solved. She's been cruelly betrayed, and she, even more cruelly, fed him his own medicine.

Hyuna is haunted by both Hyunwoo and Luka, similar to how Mizi is haunted by Sua. Hyunwoo brings the horror aspect: the bloodied blouse and head, while Luka has the smile that Sua has in the imaginations. The two people she loved most: the one who couldn't forgive her because she didn't get to apologize, and the one she didn't forgive. It's all so incredibly complex: she hates and loves, she resents and adores. Hyuna can't pick anymore. We're shown that she's such an active person, sociable, loving, having a whole group of humans just like her, and yet, we're told that she thinks all of them are selfish, even if they seem altruistic. She doesn't trust them, it seems it's a facade. In this, Luka and Hyuna are similar, but divided by the fact he wants to conceal his emotions, and she wants to make them more visible.

This page, specifically, made me click MiziSua and HyuLuka together. They look scarily alike. The same lovey-dovey expression, versus the distressed one of the lover, even the slight glow that Luka has is similar. I think this is meant to show that they still depend on each other, despite the fact that Hyuna seems to resent him so much.

Hyuna says Luka doesn't know the meaning of love. That the only thing he's ever shown, the only thing he genuinely knows, is suffering, and that his abilities basically stop at inflicting the same. (At least, emotional ones.) This is a parallel to Ivan, in my opinion, who didn't know love either, but he liked the idea of it. Instead, Luka loved with everything he had, even though he had no idea what it truly was. His love is obsessive, and somehow, so impossibly innocent at the same time. Because in a way, he's still a child. When he sees Hyuna, he becomes immature again, his facade of control dissipating into thin air. He mocked Mizi for her inability, but he's even worse.

According to his ear monitor, his heart was beating out of his chest. He could hear his own erratic heartbeat. It's painful, how happy he was, how excited, to be in her arms again. And yet, despite the love, the embrace was just as much of revenge.

Ever since Wiege, we've seen Luka smile so much. Just for him to never truly smile again.

I am a fan of the gentleness that Hyuna treats young Luka with. She seems awfully attached to the image of that innocence she knew. But it's not like Mizi's idea of Sua, the perfect one. It's an image she can't bear seeing again. "I couldn't stand seeing myself on those posters, because I knew exactly the face the you'd have. Yes, I bet you were smiling ear to ear." We've only seen him like this for the first time, but to her, it was so familiar, even years apart, she still knew.

Another thing I have noticed is that Hyunwoo's grave is right infront of a tree, almost separated from the others, just the way Luka was sitting before Hyuna found him. Now, this time, Hyunwoo lost Hyuna, and he's forever forced to be lonely in the garden he'll never grow out of.

Hyuna wanted to give Luka a rubik's cube he wouldn't be able to solve, something difficult. A rubik's cube can represent human nature, who Luka seems to have mastered completely. But Hyuna finally manages to postpone him: the puzzle is herself.

And in the end, after Hyuna's body goes limp, he finally manages to take her in his arms. He promised that there, she'd be safe, but he didn't manage to keep her that way. And suddenly, the words "My Savior" from Ruler of my Heart are awfully true.