#💌.valentines day week

[starreduste]

⊹°˖જ⁀➴˖°. 𓆩♡𓆪 l o v e w a g o n 𓆩♡𓆪 ⊹°˖જ⁀➴.°˖

`💌✧* ♡ ❤︎ ♡ ❤︎ ♡

Originally had the idea to make an all pink Speedwagon to represent myself with -- but he quickly ended up becoming yet another AU version of him (which at this point, I feel like I have WAAAy too many,,, lmao ♡).

Anyways, this Speedwagon is a whole lot more susceptible to becoming lovesick than most (and that's saying a lot, for the guy who canonically dedicated the whole rest of his life and career to taking good care of one, singular, other man's entire family, but go off-).

He's also a hopeless romantic, incredibly sappy/emotional, and has the potential to exhibit some yandere-like behaviors -- if you're into that sort of thing.

That's about all I have for now, but I love him...

Don't you?~

`💌✧* ♡ ❤︎ ♡ ❤︎ ♡

[goldenroutledge]

i must be dreaming

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

prompt: ❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

a/n: for my wonderful moot @yearneir, thank you so much for the request! i had so much fun writing this <3

masterlist || be my valentine blurb event 💌

“Knock, knock!” Two knocks sound through the door of Lando’s hotel room, followed by the familiar cheerfulness of Alma, the hotel’s concierge. “Delivery for Mr. Norris!”

Lando’s muscles ache with a soreness that weighs him down into the softness of the duvet, having sprawled out face first onto the bed the second he got back from another long day of testing. The winter months are always the shortest, often flying by more quickly than the season does.

His mind is tired as well, struggling a bit extra to get back into the swing of things after months away from being in the car. He doesn’t recall ordering any room service but if he did, he’s more out of it than he previously thought.

With a sigh of reluctance, he drags his feet towards the door of the stylish hotel suite. His vision is blurry as he rubs the sleep from his eyes and instinctively checks the time on his phone that reads 8:03pm. Definitely way too early to sleep for the night, but a power nap has never hurt him before.

Sure enough, Alma is waiting on the other side of the door with a bright smile and a silver platter in hand. “Good evening, Mr. Norris. I was instructed to bring this to your room along with this letter.”

He takes a deep breath, as if the surprise delivery will make more sense when he gets some more oxygen flowing to his brain. “Oh, thank you. Who’s it from?”

Alma smiles coyly but won’t reveal too much. “I can’t say, but your answer is in the envelope. Can I get you anything else while I’m here, sir?”

“Just Lando is fine.” He politely corrects. “I’m okay, thank you though.”

“Have a nice evening.” Alma disappears down the hallway, leaving Lando to his letter and mysterious silver platter. He’s seen enough movies to know that there’s usually someone’s head under these. His first name is written neatly on the envelope and what catches his eye is the red heart stamped into the wax seal.

He remembers the date, February 14th, and blushes at the thought of you. The both of you had been corresponding on the phone like usual, of course confirming that you had received the bouquet of flowers, chocolates, and a few pieces from your favorite designer that Lando made sure to have delivered to your home, with a promise that he’d be able to properly wine and dine you in a week’s time. He carefully lifts the seal, a childlike grin spreading across his face at the sight of your neat handwriting.

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My dearest Lando,

It pains me to be apart from you, but the distance will let our hearts grow fonder. I hope you enjoy the present I’ve prepared for you.

Yours truly,

Y/n.

P.S. Call me when you get this. XOXO.

-

His hopes are high for whatever’s underneath the silver dome, perhaps some comfort food like a classic Roast dinner that reminds him of home, just like his Mum makes.

Lando lifts the silver to find not a warm meal, but cold and slimy rolls of sushi making the shape of a heart, dipping cups of wasabi and soy sauce resting in the center.

“What the hell?!” He yelps, visibly startled by the sight. “She knows I hate this stuff.” He’s scrolling to the favorite contacts in his call log, instinctively clicking your name.

When you answer on the second ring smiling like the Cheshire Cat, Lando knows he’s been set up.

“Is this your way of breaking up with me? Sending a plate of fish to my hotel room on Valentine’s Day?” Your laugh pierces through the phone, and he’s still dumbfounded as to how you managed to pull a prank on him all the way from Monaco. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Nothing, I just wanted you to know that I’m soy into you. Happy Valentine’s Day, babe!”

“Aw, very clever. I hope you know that I’m gonna get you back for this. What fruit was it that you are mildly allergic to again? Starfruit, was it? I’m sending 50 starfruit arrangements to our house as we speak.”

“With all the risks you take at work, I’m amazed that sushi of all things has become your greatest fear. How is that?”

Lando scoffs, “I am not scared of sushi.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Sorry love, the proof is out there. But I wanted you to know that I love you anyway.”

“I love you too.” He grumbles, but there’s no bite behind his words. Lando finally takes a better look at you, but doesn’t recognize the wall in the background. He doesn’t recognize the wall behind you from your house, that is. He looks around his suite, now puzzled as to how your background matches the exact color of the hotel walls. Interesting. “Wait, where are you? You’re not at home are you?”

“I’m in a place that people temporarily call home?” You offer with a mysterious edge to your words and he subtly catches on. You can see the gears turning for him, the realization visible on his face when he moves toward the door once again.

“Wait a second… Are you HERE?! At my hotel?” His incredulous tone translates from the speaker on your phone to reverberating in your ears, behind his hotel room door that you’re standing in front of.

The door swings open and you’re reunited with those sparkling cerulean eyes you know so well. He takes a pause, glancing back and forth between his screen and you, now within arms reach. Wasting time would be a foolish thing to do. Without a care he drops his phone in exchange for cradling your face in his hands before smashing his lips onto yours. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his frame, relishing in how warm he feels against you.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He breathes out, as if his life depends on saying it.

“Surprise! I missed you too, clearly. I’ve been wanting to try my sushi prank for a while now and this gave me the perfect opportunity. Had to get you riled up with something you hate so you’d be extra happy to see me.”

“Not necessary.” Lando murmurs against you, peppering kisses to your lips. “I don’t need anything extra, you know that. It did serve as a nice surprise, though. Definitely better than the sushi.”

You giggle as he shudders at the thought. “Forgive me?”

“You’re forgiven,” Lando sighs, unable to resist your pleading eyes and the warm notes of amber in your perfume that captivate him, “but I hope you know that if anyone else did this to me, and I mean anyone else on this planet, I would not speak a word to them for the rest of my life. However, for you, I can make an exception. You’re lucky that you’re cute.”

You kiss him sweetly, holding hints of satisfaction behind your smile at how well your plan has been executed. “Don’t worry, I plan to make it up to you. It is Valentine’s Day, after all.”

“Just when I thought tonight couldn’t get any better, how did I get so lucky?”

You pinch his cheek teasingly. “You do look exhausted still, are you sure you’re not dreaming of me?”

Lando catches your wrist and presses a kiss to the skin, content with knowing that he’ll dream of you tonight and wake up beside you tomorrow. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

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[enwoso]

PLAYING FOR KEEPS | leah williamson

💌 happy valentine’s day my loves x

masterlist

leah had always been proud to wear the captain armband from the moment she'd been handed it. it was everything she'd ever dreamed of as a little girl kicking a ball around with her brother in her back garden.

leading england, inspiring a nation and being part of something bigger than herself was everything she dreamed of. but as of lately the weight of that armband felt heavier than ever.

the loss to germany at wembley was still fresh, the sting of it sharp in her chest as she slumped in the changing room. around her the team moved in a haze - some quietly packing up while others tried to life the mood with half hearted jokes.

leah felt their disappointment as if it were solely her own and she knew it was her responsibility to rally them, even now. that was the job of the captain: to carry the burden, life everyone else, out the team above everything.

but everything included people like you, her girlfriend and leah wasn't sure when she stopped realising that.

leah glanced to her phone which was sat face down on the bench beside her. she hadn't checked it since halftime, knowing there'd be a text from you.

you not being able to make the match at wembley due to other work commitments but leah knew and understood and knew if you could've been you would've been the loudest one there cheering her on.

you made as many matches as you could, encouraging, supportive and loving. you were her anchor, always there to steady the blonde when the world sometimes became too much.

but anchors can only hold so much weight before they snapped.

leah sighed, running a hand through her wet hair as she grabbed her bag and muttered a quick goodbye to her teammates who barely noticed as she slipped out of the room.

mary was stood leaning against the white walls of wembley outside scrolling through her phone more than likely waiting for some of the other girls. glancing up when leah passed an eyebrow raised, "heading out already?"

"yeah" leah muttered, "need some air."

mary nodded as her expression softened but she said nothing. letting leah wander off down the hallway, wash bag slung under her arm.

as leah walked through the winding halls of wembley, her mind racing. she didn't want to go home, not yet. there'd be a post-match debrief tomorrow, tactics to dissect, strategies to reevaluate.

it was all consuming, but it had to be. the team relied on her.

except someone else relied on her too and the blonde had been neglecting that part of her life for a couple of weeks now.

you sat curled up on the sofa, having caught the last thirty minutes of the match but you were not able to sit with a hot mug of tea as your eyes flicked between the clock and your phone which sat perked on the arm of the chair.

the match now, had ended a couple hours ago. leah still wasn't home. but she'd sent a text earlier in the evening:

leah❤️ | 'sorry baby. be home soon, captain stuff. you understand x'

except with each moment when this would happen you were starting to understand less and less.

you'd been understanding for months, years even. you'd cheered leah on from the stands every minute you could, celebrated her victories and comforted her after each loss.

you'd sacrificed evening, weekends, and family commitments to make room for leah's hectic schedule. but the balance that once made your relationship with the blonde so special had shifted and now it felt like you were the only one willing to make the sacrifices.

finally after a few hours, longer than you expected her to be. leah closed the door to the apartment with a sigh, her body heavy from the loss and her mind reeling with what could've gone differently on the pitch.

the blonde barely having time to drop her bag before you appeared in the doorway of the living room, your arms crossed as you leaned against the doorframe, your expression a mixture of frustration and sadness.

"baby-" leah began but you cut her off before she even had the chance to give you another word. 

"no. don't. don't you dare try and act like everything is fine, leah."

leah froze, taken aback by the sharpness in your tone, "what are you talking about? i just-"

"no, you just ignored me again," you snapped. "i've been waiting all week for us to have some time together after you've been on camp, but you didn't even ask if i needed you after the match. instead i just got some generic excuse about 'captain duties' and left me here alone. again."

leah frowned, her defenses but also her stubbornness kicking in, "y/n, it not like i wanted to. but i had responsibilities-" 

"and what about your responsibility to me?" you interupted, your voice cracking. "what about us leah? or have we become less important than a post-match briefing?"

leah's jaw tightened, "no, no thats not fair. you know how much pressure i'm under. i'm doing this for the team - for the country! i don't have the luxury to just drop everything."

"and i'm not asking you to. you know i'm always proud of you, your biggest fan." your voice rising slightly as your frustration was beginning to build and start to spill over. "all i'm asking is for you to see me. to care enough to put me first sometimes. but instead, you keep proving over and over that everything else seems to come first; football, the team, being the perfect captain. i'm tired, leah."

you stopped as you sighed, your voice starting to feel a little shaky, "i'm tired of always coming in second."

leah stepped closer, her hands outstreched as if to physically hold you back from walking away. "y/n, please. don't say that. you're not second - i love you. i'm just.. i'm trying to do everything. i'm trying to be everthing for everyone.”

your eyes softened for a moment, but your voice remained steady. "you don't have to be everything for everyone, leah. you just have to be there for those who love you. but right now, i don't think you know how to do that and i don't think i can keep pretending like i'm okay with being left behind."

leah could feel her throat getting tighter and tighter by the second, panic beginning to set in with each word that left your lips. "so, i- what are you saying? you're leaving? baby? don't- please, don't do this." leah stutter out as she tried to reach out for you again as you brushed her off. 

you shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. "i'm not leaving, leah. i'm gonna go and spend the weekend at my mum's, i need some space. time to figure out if i can keep doing this, if we can keep doing this. i'll be back sometime on monday, but for now, i just need to breathe."

leah reached out grabbing your hand, her voice breaking. "y/n, please. i can't lose you. i'll do better - i promise. just.. don't go, please."

you gently pulled her hand away, you voice low and soft but firm. "i'm not leaving to punish you, leah. i just need some space. i'll see you on monday."

leah stood frozen as she watched you grab your bag which you'd obviously packed while she was taking hours to come home, as you grabbed your coat and left. the sound of the door shutting being and echoing in the now-empty apartment.

as you walked along the street towards the tube station, on route to your mum's house as the streets were gloomy lit as a cold breeze hitting your hands as your mind filled with thoughts but it was short lived as the sound of you phone buzzing snapped you out of your thoughts, glancing at the screen to see a message from beth. a link to no doubt another tiktok she'd found funny.

you hesitated before picking your phone up and typing a response, liking the message with the link before your thumbs moved quickly across the screen.

you | 'can we meet for coffee tomorrow?'

meado🐾 | 'course! the usual place at 10?'

meado🐾 | 'everything okay?'

you | 👍🏻

—

you walked into the usual coffee shop, your coat pulled tight around you protecting you from the winter air. as you spotted beth sitting at a small table near the back two cups of steaming cup of tea in front of her as she waved you over.

"you alright?" she asked as you sat down.

you paused for a minute, opening your mouth to try and say something before you shook your head, "not really," you voice heavy with emotion.

beth gave you a sympathetic smile, "figured as much, what's happened?"

you took a deep breath, your hands fiddling with the edge of your jumper. "it's le, she's.. i dunno. she's, just so caught up in every. being captain, the team, the media. i know it's important to her beth, i really do. but, but i feel like i don't exist in her world anymore.."

beth frowned, leaning forward. "she's has been distant, hasn't she?"

you nodded, your voice shaking. "she used to make so much time for us even when timings weren't great. but now? i'm lucky if i get five minutes with her where she's not thinking about football. and last night, she said she would be home straight away after the match but then she just.. disappeared. captain duties apparently."

beth let out a slow breath, the girl being out in a difficult position. leah was one of her best friends and admittedly had known the blonde longer but she knew you and how much her best friend was in love with you.

"that.. that sounds like leah. she's not the best at juggling things when she's under pressure. it's like sometimes she forgets there's a life away from the pitch"

you eyes filling with tears, "i’ve tried to be patient, beth. i've tried to understand but i feel like im screaming into the void. she keep saying she'll do better but it's always the same. and i- i don't know if i can keep doing this.."

beth reached across the table, giving your hand a squeeze, "listen, i love leah to bits but she can be stupid and stubborn but she's lucky to have you and she needs to realise that before it's too late. but just be honest with her, your not asking too much. your asking for what you deserve."

you sniffed, trying to hold back a sob. "what is she doesn't change? what if this is just.. who she is now?"

beth's expression hardened, "if she doesn't change she's the one whose going to lose but if i know leah, she's not going to let that happen."

you sighed, staring into the tea in front of you, "i feel like i'm failing her by even thinking about walking away. like i'm giving up on her.."

beth shook her head, "no your not failing her, your asking for what you need. relationships aren't supposed to be one-sided and if leah can't see how much this is hurting you. she's the one that needs to wake up."

you hesitated, you voice barely a whisper, "and if she doesn't?"

beth leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. after a long pause, she said, "then that's a question only you can answer. but if there's not thing leah doesn't do and that's give up on those she loves. sometimes she just needs a little push in the right direction."

your lips twitched into a faint smile, "you really believe that?"

beth grinned, "i do and if she doesn't get it together then i'll personally give her a good kick up the backside for you"

that pulled a small laugh out of you, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly, "thanks beth, i needed this."

"of course," beth said raising her mug in a mock toast, "just remember your not asking for anything y/n, your asking for enough and leah? she'll figure it out."

—

leah sat on the sofa, where she'd spent the past day and a half. her head in her hands as her phone lay o her chest, her mind replaying the argument from saturday night, over and over in her mind. her chest ached with guilt and frustration and for the first time, she didn't have an immediate solution to fix what she had so clearly broken.

she'd spent the entire today, sunday, in her thoughts. she hadn't moved all day, nothing in the apartment had been touched or moved as the spent it just moping around as she checked her phone every ten minutes just in case you had messaged to say you were on your way home.

you hadn't. the last message from you was: 'got to my mum's okay.'

so simple and to the point. no usual goodnight message or a simple 'i love you' nothing. and while leah knew she deserved it, she would be lying if she said it didn't sting a bit as she stared back at the bright screen.

this time her when her phone buzzed she leaped up to grab it, it must be you. it was embarrassing really how fast she scrambled to get to her phone as it sat on the coffee table. but as she saw beths name, a little part of her sunk as she sighed and picked it up reading the message.

beth | 'you better be writing a long love letter and ways to apologise before i personally mess you up, williamson!'

leah | 'not now beth. i'm already miserable."

beth | 'good, as you should be. that poor girl. y/n deserves better than the leah williamson that you've been giving her. you need to get it together before she decides she's better off without you.'

leah stared at the message, her heart sinking with each word of beth's message she read. it was ture though. beth wasn't the type to sugarcoat thing, which is something as to why the two got along for so long. 

she set her phone down, her mind racing. she couldn't afford to lose you - not when you were the one thing that made all the chaos in her life go quiet. when she was with you, the whole world stopped and leah was at peace. but promises wouldn't be enough this time. she ahd to show you that she could change, that she could be the partner you needed and wanted.

for the first time in weeks, leah wasn't thinking about tactics or training. she was thinking about the person she loved and hoped she would get to spend the rest of her life with - and how she could win you back.

—

leah didn't sleep thay night. she lay in the bed, the one you usually shared together. the bed which usually felt too small as you'd cling to leah throughout the night as if she was you personal heater. the bed feeling that little bit more bigger now you weren't in it with her.

as she stared at the ceiling, the sound of your voice from the argument playing on repeat in her head.

'you don't see me anymore, leah. you see england. you see the armband. but you forget to see me.'

every word had been a dagger to the heart. a reality check for the blonde. and for the first time in her life, leah felt truly lost in herself. she had always prided herself on being a leader, someone who could hold everything together. but she was beginning to see that her leadership had coem at a cost and a big one at that and it was one she couldn't afford to pay.

by the time the sun began to rise, leah had already been pacing the apartment scribbling notes in a notebook she'd found lying on the dinner table. pages were filled with ideas, crossed out apologies and half-formed plans to fix what she'd broken.

flowers? no, too cliché.

a handwritten letter? maybe, but it wouldn't be enough on its own.

a proper date? but what would that even look like when you were still so hurt?

leah was mid-sentence in her brainstorming when her phone buzzed.

beth | 'have you started groveling yet, or do i need to come over and supervise?'

leah | 'i'm working on it. give me a break.'

beth | 'breaks are for those who didn't mess up. times a ticking williamson.'

leah couldn't help but laugh at the message, though the weight in her chest didn't lift. she stared at her notebook again, willing herself to come up with something that would show you just how much she cared.

you returned to the apartment late that same monday night, keeping your promise just like you said you would. but as you walked through the door, you stopped in your tracks as your bag slid down your arm. the living room looked completely different.

the coffee table had been cleared as it had been previously stacked with empty water bottles. now was covered with a neatly folded tablecloth and two plates of what appeared to be your favourite pasta dish. soft candlelights flickered as faint sound of music played from the speaker in the corner.

leah stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, wringling her hands. "i, uh.. i wanted to apologise properly." the blonde said, her voice usually so confident and full of herself was quiet and so uncharacteristically nervous.

you raised an eyebrow, your eyes scanning around at the setup, "you did all this?"

"yeah" leah shifted her weight from one foot to another as she looked more like a nervous schoolgirl than the captain of england.

“i know i've messed up, y/n. i realise now i've been putting everything else above us and it's not fair to you. you're the best thing in my life and i've been treating you like an afterthought. i'm so, so sorry my love."

your arms crossed, your expression unreadable to the blonde, "le, this isn't something you can fix with dinner and candles."

leah nodded quickly, "i know, i know this is just a small step. but i'm trying, y/n. i'm trying to show you that i want to be better, i want to put you first. but i can't just say it - i have to show it.”

you hesitated, your eyes softening just a inch, "but what's changed, leah? what makes you think this time is going to be different?”

leah took a deep breath, taking a second to steady her voice, “‘cause i’m not trying to be better for you, i’m trying to be better with you. i know i’ve so focused on being captain that i’ve forgotten how to be a girlfriend. but i don’t want to lose you, y/n. you mean far too much to me.”

you looked at her for a long moment before finally sighing, “your lucky i love you, le. but this isn’t fixed yet, it’s going to take time for me to trust that things will actually change.”

leah stepped closer, pulling you closer to her wanting to feel some sort of comfort in your presence which had been missing the past day and a half. “i know. and i’ll wait as long as it takes, as long as you let me prove it to you.”

later on that night after many stolen kisses and mumbled apologies, you were sat at the table slowly eating the pasta leah had made. leah’s phone buzzing with another message from beth.

beth | ‘so? did you manage to not screw up anymore?’

leah | ‘she’s giving me a chance, but i’ve got a long way to go.’

beth | ‘good, keep groveling or i’m still coming to mess you up!’

leah | ‘noted!’

leah looked up from her face a small smile tugging at the side of her lips as your brows furrowed in curiosity. “what’s tickled you?” you asked, the sound of your fork dropping to the side of the plate as leah put her phone to one side.

“just beth threatening to mess me up if i screw up again. but i’m serious about making this work” leah said her tone getting quieter as she looked for an expression in your face as an amused look appeared on your face.

“i know” you smiled, your tone softer, “but if you do screw up, i’ll mess you up first before beth..”

a small chuckle left leah’s lips but she knew from your tone you were serious but she wasn’t planning on screwing up so in reality she had nothing to worry about.

“noted!” leah nodded, determination settling in her chest. as she moved to your side of the table and planting her lips onto yours, “i love you” she mumbled against them before pulling you back in.

[linipik]

A WEEK TO VALENTINE'S DAY

Valentine's Day isn't really for everyone

Love Letter💌 first |  PART 1 |  part 2 >

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A comic answering Love Letter💌's most common question "Where did the Valentine's Card come from in the first place?" featuring Keith's Side of the story~

Download the whole comic +  extra content  >>here or start reading > here 

[hannnsh]

cupid joel for vday 💌

ramble + closeup below

happy valentines day for the happy people .. i am not one of those happy couples .. i got rejected just this week ….. anyways !! idk why im so determined to make something for valentines, i did this all in one go, i slept at 4.30 am, why? maybe bc i like torturing myself- just kidding hahahaa….

i was gonna add all the “love interests” for joel as chibis but i got too tired and lazy 💔💔 another reason why i had a blast drawing this till 4 am is ots full of pink which is my fav colour

i honestly have nothing else to say, i’ve been on vacation for the past week and i am hashtag TIRED 😭 hopefully i get back home and i get to paint again!! i havent forgotten abt the requests, i will do it soon 💔💔

btw i saw someone say my joel is such a twink, idk if thats a good thing or nah, but all i wanna say is, boi u havent seen all of it. maybe i need to put a trigger warning on my posts for “twinkifying” characters so people can yknow .. watch out 🩷😊 anyways jokes aside, its just the way i draw joel, i draw most male caharcters ‘twinks’ its prolly what i get when i would draw exclusively girls for 15 years of my life 🤷🏻‍♀️ also, i tend to make the caharcters i like built like me, yes i am somewhat a stick irl, it is canon, and so if ya dont like my designs, u can just ignore and move on 🩷 no hate to the person who said the twink joel thing idk if they were neg or not its just a clarification i guess no harm no foul

as always have a great day and catch me on my next crazy ramble on my next crazy drawing

closeup ig

i love pink

[sinstear]

happy valentines 🍫💐💌

vi notices the way you’ve been distant for the last couple of days with her, barely talking to her, glancing in her direction when she practically wraps herself around your body when you’re in the kitchen making breakfast, or doesn’t even let her on your phone. you never had a problem with that before, but that’s suddenly changed. she doesn’t even get a smile from you. at first she assumed you had enough, maybe you didn’t love her anymore, found someone new, someone else to be obsessed and utterly in love with. then she tried to recall the last week, had something happened and you were just figuring it out? did she say something that made you upset? if so, why weren’t you talking to her.

she doesn’t have much time to figure out why, not when there’s an abrupt groan and scuffle at the front door then a loud bang that has her sitting up on the couch, blinking repeatedly until she can hear you cursing under your breath. “stupid fuckin’ thing,” or something like that. if she didn’t feel so upset over something that had she no idea about, then she would have laughed, ran to help you, but she didn’t, she just sat there in; clad in one of your hoodies and slumped deeper into the couch. 

pathetically, like a lost puppy, she perks up at the sound of your voice again. “vi, baby, are you awake?” 

“yes,” she mumbled back, more like scoffed but you weren’t paying attention. “m’in here.”

“okay, uh, can you close your eyes for a second, please?”

doing as you asked, vi closes her eyes, takes her hands out of her lap and nervously fumbles with her fingers. the sound of you cursing and grumbling got louder yet closer the longer she sits here and waits for you to do whatever it was that you were doing, and it’s only when you stumbled, almost tripping over your own feet, into the living room, you find her slumped there, chewing at her bottom lip and sniffling. “don’t open them, just give me like 2 minutes, don’t peek, i know what you’re like.” you warned playfully.

she has no idea what you’re doing, but her only thought in her mind right now was that you’re breaking up with her, this is it. you’re going through all of this just to tell her you’re not in love with her anymore, that you’ve found someone else, that she doesn’t make you happy and maybe she could handle that, but not when she loves you so much—

“you can open them now.” you murmured exactly 2 minutes later.

when her eyes flutter open, violet finds you standing in the doorway, looking somewhat nervous, the living room covered with dark and light pink balloons, rose petals scattered over the floor, a huge bouquet of red roses sit on the coffee table, accompanied by a big box of chocolates, ones you know she loves, one of those giant teddy bears, looking at her like it was trying to read all her secrets, and a gift bag on her lap. light pink with a card taped to the side. “happy valentines day!” 

“y…you’re not breaking up with me?” is what comes out her mouth first, blinking. taking in the sight before her. had she gotten all her worries wrong?

the question catches you off guard and you blinked too, then frowned and shook your head quickly. “no! my god, why would i break up with you?” you rushed over to her and sat beside her before taking her hands into yours. “hey, no, don’t cry, why would i break up with you?”

“you’ve been distant, so i thought—”

“it’s very hard to keep surprises from you, you know?” you laughed softly and wiped away the tears that ran down her cheek. “but no, m’not breaking up with you, you’re my world, and i love you, so much.”

“i’ve never had valentines before” vi admits sadly. 

“i know, i wanted your first to be special,” you admitted softly and smiled. “if it’s too much, we don’t have to open them yet, we can just leave them until—”

“no! i just, i haven’t gotten you anything yet so,” vi suddenly becomes quiet and fumbles with the gift tag nervously. “m’sorry—”

“i have you, don’t i? that’s all i ever need. if i have you, i don’t need anything else,” you admitted and kissed her temple. “it’s your first valentines, it’s not about me, it’s about you, and i want you to know how much i love you, and how much you mean to me. even if there is a creepy teddy bear looking at me.”

vi giggles and wipes away her tears, a blush creeping up on her face. “how did you even get that in here?”

“i carried that thing up 7 flights of stairs, it was a struggle, i admit.”

looking up at you, vi smiles shyly and is quick to bury her face in the crook of your neck. “thank you,” she sniffled and gripped your arm tightly. “i love you so much.”

“i love you more, baby,” you smiled and kissed the top of her head. “how about we make breakfast, take a walk, and when we’ll sit down and you can open your gifts? when you’re not as overwhelmed?”

“i’d like that, but that teddy needs to be turned around, as much as i love it, it’s creeping me out”

“agreed. remind me to not bring it into the bedroom tonight.”

[yukautism]

Valentine’s Day with Arcane Characters 💖💐

What better way to celebrate than with some Arcane x reader headcanons? Enjoy everyone & have a happy valentines ! 💌

❤️ Vi-

Vi secretly loves Valentine’s Day. She makes you breakfast in bed, takes you out on a fun day outing with some shopping sprinkled in, then you eat at your favorite restaurant. Through the day, Vi is complimenting you, opening doors, and whispering seductive thoughts in your ear. You end the day naked in bed together and neither of you get much sleep that night. Vi wants to keep you pleased and knowing that she does makes her prideful.

🧡 Ekko-

He loves a little lowkey date where it is just the two of you enjoying each other’s company. He plans a picnic under the stars and packs the basket with your favorite treats. Ekko’s gift to you would be several little gifts he handcrafted to represent your favorite things/ personality and a bouquet of flowers he picked himself. Ekko doesn’t choose a quiet date because he wants to hide you; he appreciates the soft intimacy you share when you’re away from others.

💛 Mel-

Mel wakes you up with kisses and cuddles in bed. She had this idea planned for weeks and wanted you to get the most relaxing day possible. Her gift to you is a couples spa weekend where you can go to enjoy each other and let the tension from your daily lives melt away. Mel loves seeing you in nothing but a robe, and takes any chance she can to touch your bare skin or sneak you a kiss. The spa also has a pool you both lounge by and feed each other fruit. By the time you return home, you’re both feeling refreshed and somehow more in love than before.

💚 Viktor-

Viktor’s ideal way to spend Valentine’s Day is snuggling on the couch watching movies together. The busyness of the holiday overwhelms him, so he prefers for the two of you to stay in, which you’re more than okay with. Viktor gifts you a box of chocolates and rents any movies you two decide to watch that night. You order takeout, and banter about the movies you each decide to watch. Viktor could not feel happier than he does with you.

🩵 Jinx-

Jinx likes Valentine’s Day in a non-traditonal sense. She loves to gift you obscure cards that say things like ‘Life would BLOW without you’ or ‘You make my heart go BOOM’ accompanied by a picture of an explosion. Her favorite way to spend the day is to try a new thing with you; no matter if that‘s trying a new skill class together, exploring a new area, or traveling to a nearby theme park, she’s down. Jinx doesn’t like to plan things in advance and prefers to let the holiday go how it goes, but she makes sure you enjoy yourself and feel loved regardless.

💙 Caitlyn-

Caitlyn is the type to plan dinner reservations at a high establishment restaurant for you. She spares no expense when it comes to showing you how much you mean to her. She wears her nicest dress. It’s something that shows off her figure, but keeps you wanting more until she can get you home and have her way with you. Cait’s gift to you is a large bouquet of flowers and jewelry that has your initials engraved on it.

💜 Sevika-

Sevika never really understood the hype about Valentine’s Day. She just saw it as another day, but seeing how happy it makes you changed her stance. Sevika likes to gift you new lingerie set every year; partly because she thinks you’re hot, and partly because that means she can rip them off you with less worries. Sevika would also buy a couple bottles of your favorite alcohol and order takeout from your favorite restaurant. You spend the evening watching trashy tv, making out, and getting intoxicated before moving the party to your bedroom for the night.

🤍 Jayce-

Jayce spent weeks forging a bouquet of metal roses for you. When you get home, Jayce has your favorite meal cooked and laid out ready for you, with the bouquet in the middle of the table. Jayce is dressed in a suit, and smiling ear to ear. He wraps you up in a hug and kisses your face. He lets you freshen up and wash the day off, while he finishes the last touches of the dessert. You end the night tipsy, full of laughter, and barefoot while dancing to music in your formalwear.

[raitonsfw]

𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ꨄ

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gojo was a big fucking spender, whether you liked it or not. Almost every clothing item he owned ranged well over the price of 150 000 yen, even his shoes; sometimes those were more expensive. Coming home one day from work, there’s a pink gift bag (complete with a lil bow and all) sitting pretty on the ottoman for you. As you opened it, black expensive lace peeked back at you and so did the price, zeros going on for miles on the tiny tag.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!gojo, rich!gojo, dirty talk, lingerie (and the tearing of it), grinding (if you squint), fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, p in v intercourse, creampie, insecurity (about how much gojo spends), corny pick up lines, sayings, & jokes, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, pretty, princess, good girl), lovedrunk, feral, & pussywhipped gojo (man loves you, would hang the moon for you fr), a surprise near the end (i said he loves you goddammit)

a/n: happy february 1st (finally can say it without the queue messing up my schedule) anyway, here's my second valentine for you loves! i hope you enjoy, until next week! 💌 wc: 3.4k. v-day m.list | m.list

a/n pt 2: p.s. i'm such a sucker for writing gojo kinda cringey. alsoo its not my best work but i did what i could!

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

Coming home was the biggest mistake you had made in your entire life, because what the fuck was this? Your fingers held up a piece of lace material, black in color and you puzzled at it as you noticed that the lingerie piece barely looked as though it’d cover anything; thanks to your million dollar boyfriend.

“It’s gorgeous, huh?” You heard his promiscuous voice ring out through the living room at just the right time, when your voice cursed him to the high heavens. You nearly jumped out of your skin, the lingerie falling near your feet and you turned quickly to face him, his hip popped against the doorframe.

“Satoru!” Your face was bright red, the blush spreading down your neck and you hid your face underneath your sweatshirt sleeve with a scowl. Gojo was in his usual sorcerer uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering the vivid blue and you still tried to shy away from him even though you knew you couldn’t. Not when his eyes saw all, saw the way yours glistened at the thoughtful gift.

“Hey sweetheart. Like the gift?” 

“I told you not to buy me any more lingerie…” You huffed, glancing at the tag as you went to put the set back in the bag. There was an infinite amount of zeroes littering the price tag and you almost dropped the lingerie piece again– in utter shock that the fucking price was over 250,000 yen. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, please. I know you, you don’t wear lingerie sets more than twice. And last time I checked, I tore the last one.” He smirked, walking towards you with a tiny skip in his step and your hands trembled as you smoothed the lace over with your delicate fingers. “Besides, your favorite store was having a Valentine’s Day sale and I just had to have you in that.” 

Right, it was Valentine’s Day soon. 

“A sale?! This doesn’t look like a price tag for a sale. More like someone’s monthly rent, -toru.” You frowned, feeling Gojo’s strong arms fold underneath your waist and he took the fabric in his hands. Unfurling it from its tangled confines, he draped it over you with a gentle hum of a tune evading your surroundings.

“Hold it like that for me.” Gojo murmured as he stepped around you, standing in front of you while checking behind him as he backed up slightly. He focused on you, his fingers coming up to ‘snap a picture’ and you blushed profusely when you saw the dopey smile that mustered up on his face. Your blush turned into another scowl though as you remembered the price of it, how could he just spend money so fruitlessly?

Gojo lifted his blindfold for a few seconds to glance at your figure; you could see the gears turning in his head and you wouldn’t be very surprised if he sprouted an erection right then and there. But he also noticed your glowering eyes and his lighthearted demeanor faded away, a worried look washing over his face.

“What’re mad for, baby? I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spoil you.” 

“You spend so much on me, I’m not worth that much.” You muttered, starting to fold the lingerie set to put it back in the bag; away and out of sight from you.

You usually liked Gojo’s sweet gestures, gifts piled at your doorstep like it was Christmas every month normally but this time it just seemed a bit out of place– you knew him to flaunt his wealth alot but this? He’s never gotten you something so expensive. You couldn’t accept such a generous gift that would be soiled within minutes of wearing it.

“Excuse me? Where’d you learn that crazy talk from?” Gojo said with an exasperated gasp, coming to embrace you and you didn’t answer him as he pulled you close. His hands feathered through your hair and honestly you couldn’t breath through the fabric of his jacket, the turtleneck part of it threatening to strangle you as he squeezed himself around you in a tight hug.

“Don’t ever think that! I would buy the world for you if I could manage to fit it inside a gift box.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh into his chest, his words souring after they sat for a minute. “That was so cringey, Satoru.” 

“You still love me though, perks of being me… I think?” Gojo let go of you, holding you by your shoulders now and you reached up to slip his blindfold fully off. He blinked through the dimness of the apartment, his eyes fixating on you once more. 

There was something that just made you feel so in love with him, everytime you managed to zero in on those hypnotic eyes of his– almost every bad thought melted away and yeah, you were definitely overreacting. 

Let the man spoil you, if he so wishes.

“Yes, I still love you.” You fonded, planting a luscious kiss against his lips and he had no qualms, his mouth instantly moving against you eagerly. Gojo softly moaned into the kiss, one of his hands snaking down your back towards your ass and you squeaked out as he gave you a tiny swat against the plushness of it.

“Great, now go try on the lingerie.” Thrusting the bag back into your hands, he grinned at you and there was no way in hell you could deny him– not with the way he looked, so ecstatic to see you in the precious lace garments he bought you.

Putting it on wasn’t much of a struggle, it fit you nicely in all the right places. The full length mirror did you just enough justice, staring back at a body that had devious curves and everything in between the skimpy lace that barely covered your intimates. You weren't all that self conscious, though you weren’t sure what you’d do once you were in front of Gojo. Where would he look first? 

Would his eyes lay against your breasts that bobbed in the lace, perched up prettily or would they drag to your soft thighs, cuffed in the garter belt holding up the thigh highs that accented the set? Would they focus on your mound and in the middle, your drenched pussy staining the thin fabric or would he drool over everything all at once? 

“Baby… Are you done yet? I’m getting lonely.” You heard him mewl outside the door, a soft tap from his knuckle echoing through the bathroom and you nodded to yourself, adjusting little bits and pieces of the thread to make sure it sat perfectly for him. 

You paused with your hand on the doorknob. Why were you so goddamn nervous? 

“You have it on? C’mon, let me see already.” 

As you opened the door, Gojo wasn’t in front of it anymore. Instead, he was seated on the lavish sofa that met in the center of the room, his head lying lazily against the back of it with his arms extended. His thighs were spread apart on the cushions, his legs folding outwards and you could already see a lush bulge in his trousers, peaked with interest as he waited impatiently for you. You wanted to skip the shame of twirling for him and just sit yourself right against it, sit yourself down on it and just–

Gojo’s head snapped up– he must’ve sensed you– and his bright eyes zeroed in on your face first. Then they trailed down towards your body, drinking in the adorned curves of the lingerie on you and his mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. “Y/N…” 

You walked towards him, a small sway to your step and his hands pressed down against the sofa as you neared him. They nearly white knuckled it, his mouth still open and his eyes flickering over every crevice of the threads decorating you– his knees had quickly pressed together and you’ve never seen him so flustered in your entire life. Sure, you’ve modeled for him here and there with other gorgeous sets; but this was different. 

Was this your Satoru? The ego induced maniac who could and would knock you off your feet with a single flirtatious remark? It was refreshing to see him like this– reduced to nothing but boyish clouded lust.

“You going to say something other than my name, baby?” You asked, pureness reining your voice and you purred inwardly when he was still speechless. You eyed at the seam of his trousers, noticing the way it tented up considerably just from a few seconds of gazing you over. “Satoru?” 

“Hi, yes sorry. Come here.” Gojo’s hand faltered slightly as he reached for you and you happily obliged, straddling his lap. A low hum escaped him as you sat flush with his clothed cock against your heat, his legs spreading apart again to let you sink down onto him comfortably. “Holy hell, is this heaven ‘cause you look like–” 

“So help me if you finish that sentence, I’ll take this off.” You interrupted, getting ready to move off of him but his hands grasped your hips greedily. 

“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.” A naughty grin crept up on his face as he pulled you into a warm kiss. Yeah, it’s definitely your Satoru.

His tongue slid past your lips easily and his eyes slipped shut, drawing you closer to him– faintly aware of the slickness that roughed up his trousers. You bit his lip seductively and a startled moan spilled into your mouth heavily, his hips subtly rocking up into you. It was needy and desperate and everything you ever wanted to hear and feel from him, because of course he was already riled up– just look at you.

His fingers looped inside the lace of your panties, rubbing his fingertips against the seams of it and you hummed as they curved towards the where you needed it most. His other hand fondled your breast, the flesh of it spilling out over the cups and all he wanted to do was press a tender kiss to your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth to nip and tug til it reddened with overstimulation. 

“Are you going to touch me or…” You shook him from his daze, earning a sarcastic snort from him.

You moaned quietly as his hand immediately slipped underneath the fabric, toying with your nipple until it hardened and a gentle finger swiped through the slick that collected inside your panties. He tsked, “Already ruining the lace, so filthy…” 

You let out a tiny huff, intending to apologize when two of his fingers sunk through your arousal and you leaned into him with a whimper. Gojo didn't hesitate to mark up your neck as soon as you moved forward, his teeth grazing alongside the nasty bruises and your hips jutted out as he expertly curled his digits into you. You whined into his ear– a glorious symphony if he must say so himself– and his thumb pressed into the swell of your clit. Sucking a languid hickey against the near front of your neck, he noticed you had started to move against him– fucking your perfect cunt down onto his pliant fingers.

Every roll of your hips, his cock got some action as well; as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock that threatened to burst out of his trousers now. Holy fuck, he was straining too– he knew you could feel it as you sat right against it. He was losing his train of thought more and more by the second as you panted out, he needed more– so much more, his dick was nearly crying as it leaked out tiny droplets of precum in his boxers. If you weren’t so lost in pleasure at the moment, you would’ve noticed the small wet spot forming in the fabric– his jujutsu uniform’s probably going to need to be dry cleaned.

He would finish his pick up line if he could speak, his voice not quite there anymore– you looked like a heaven sent angel veiled in the lingerie of a hell spawned devil. 

From his angle, Gojo could see the swell of your ass lightly jiggling, the lace barely covering it and the flesh of your thighs sat beautifully against his own and honestly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, his vision blackening with lust as you worked yourself fully open on his fingers now. His cock ached so fucking badly and he vaguely noted to get you crotchless lingerie next time so he could just slide right in without needing to fumble with the weird straps. 

When your breath hitched in your throat as your clit spasming directly against the frenulum of his cock, his tip desperately trying to dip into the lace through his thick fucking clothing– he lost it.

“Fuck it…” You heard him growl against your laced breast as he popped it out of its cup, the entire bralette tearing on impact. You gasped at the ripping sound, but you were too delirious to scold him as his fingers started fucking faster into you to keep you quiet about the torn lingerie. Gojo snagged your nipple in his mouth with a frantic moan, his fingers coated with slick as he pulled them out quickly to tear off your panties. They shedded easily and you were left with remnants of lace pristine against your body, another gasp coming from you as you realized what he did.

“-toru, what are you–?!” 

Before you could finish your sentence, your entire figure was thrown against the cushions of the sofa and his shirt and trousers were stripped from his body. His eyes were trained on your ripped lingerie and you couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head until he yanked the rest of it off, excluding your thigh highs. And now you were exposed in front of him and he was out 250,000 yen; because he just couldn’t keep his composure.

“I’ll buy you another set, I swear– though I can’t guarantee it’ll survive…” Gojo said under his breath, planting kisses down the span of your chest. He trailed them towards your tummy, innate circles rubbing into your hips and he shuddered at how the garter belt sat snug against your waist– and how easy it was to tear off, his teeth latching on it with fervor. You gasped as you felt the band snap, your thigh highs falling  down slightly where they sat as they were no longer held up by the precious lace. 

He grabbed the extra lace from his mouth and threw it somewhere across the room, his tongue immediately delving into your tight heat. A broken whine was coaxed from your throat as he fucked it in and out needily, quiet pants breathing over your cunt. Gojo’s hands grabbed at your thighs, pressing his nose straight into your clit as he lapped at everything he could reach and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that leaked from your mouth, your hands grasping at his snowy hair.

He was downright animalistic at this point. You carved his shoulder blades with your nails, desperate for him to drive you over the edge; your impending orgasm making your legs tremble. “Satoru, shit– c-close…”

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty.” He murmured into your cunt, slightly muffled and you keened up into his mouth– ultimately fucking yourself on his tongue. And God, did he groan at that; his hums of utter satisfaction basically sent you spasming through your climax. Your hands flew to the edge of the sofa, clutching tightly as you rolled your hips into the insane pleasure– into his mouth that lapped up every drool of arousal that leaked out from your convulsions. He was vain with it too, looping out his fucking name against your folds to claim you as you whimpered his name.

“T-Take me with you to shop next time.” You managed out as you sat up on your elbows, looking down at him while you came down from your high. “I’ll decide what you can and can’t rip.” 

Gojo tutted out a laugh, coming up to hover over you– his chin glinted with your juices and you reddened at the sight of how goddamn needy you were. “Fine, baby– now arch your back f’ me.”

His cock prodded your entrance, slender fingers wrapped around the base of it as he guided it into you greedily and you threw your head back against the arm of the sofa with a whine. You did exactly as he said; you arched your back into the intoxicating pleasure, his cock stretching you out and filling every bit of space you could give him. He fit perfectly within you everytime, which made you dizzy with lust as you hooked one hand around the back of his neck.

“Always take me so well, princess.” Gojo purred, not bothering to let you adjust as he started to snap his hips into you. “Fits like a glove, huh?” 

You were so sore already– from the last orgasm wreaking havoc– but you couldn’t get enough of his long cock drilling into you, every thrust kissing your cervix and making your walls clench around him with whimpers drowning out the riveting squelches. You managed to look up at him, his fingertips nudging into the plush of your thighs, against the sleek material of your thigh highs and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long. 

His eyes were already rolling back into his head at every fill of his cock dragging against your walls, his jaw slack and you were surprised at how pussy whipped he was– normally he’d watch you religiously writhe underneath him. His hair was disheveled as he ran his hand through it before frantically gripping your thigh again, panting out curses and you inadvertently squeezed hard around him at the action with a high pitched moan. 

“Oh– fuck, holy shit..! Keep squeezing me like that, we’re g-gonna have to go shopping–” Gojo groaned out, his cock pounding into you harder now, pleasure coursing through your entire body as he hit your sweet spot dead on. 

“F-For more lingerie?” 

“No, for a fucking crib.”

“Fuck, Satoru– faster.” You whined out, completely obsessed with the thought and you felt your second climax tremble through your thighs, straight towards the throbbing of your cunt. ‘Cum in me, -toru…please.”

Gojo didn’t answer you, too wrapped up in your pretty pussy with hefty moans pouring out of him and his fingers slipped down towards your clit. He rubbed circles against it, interchanging his angle to fuck you deeper, faster– and you could feel how close you were.

“Got another surprise for you on Valentine’s Day, baby…” He started babbling, his chest rising and falling as he rutted into you. His eyes slipped from his cock, creamy and wet from your arousal, to your eyes now. “Involves a little jewelry piece, think you’ll love it… Think you’ll love me even more.” 

You didn’t hear him though, too caught up in your release caving in every sense you had and replacing them with pure euphoria. You couldn’t fucking see, hear, even think as it overtook your body. You came so hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching which brought Gojo to his own release rather quickly. He stilled in you with a harsh whine and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, white ropes leaking out rather abruptly. 

He repeated soft praises like ‘good girl, take it all…’ and ‘gonna make sure none drools outta you, so good for me’ a few times in a needy tone, collapsing against your chest afterwards. Gojo buried his face into your neck, smoothing his hands over the thigh highs you had on. 

“I’m so sorry about the lingerie, Y/N…” He apologized, his eyes glancing up towards yours as he moved over to litter kisses on your cheek. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, I promise. You’ll pick out your Valentine’s Day lingerie set and I’ll watch you model it for me–”

You interrupt him with a soft kiss, humming against his lips. “It wasn’t my money, it was yours, you idiot.”

Gojo blinked at you, then a mischievous look crossed his face. “How about a nice pink set this time? Frilly, rose hearts covering your perky nipples and–” 

“Satoru.”

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[themareverine]

I love your Valentine’s Day challenge! I’d love a PG13 romp with Old Man Logan. Story of your own choosing! 💕

— Border of Sin

old man!Logan x wife!mutant!reader

tags: established relationship, dad!Logan, boy dad!Logan, some very minor mentions of titties, Logan being hot af. a/n: Lub, my resident oldman!Logan girlie, your wish is my command. Enjoy this, it can kinda go along with my A King & His Castle drabbles series.

☆ ── 💌FROM MARE WITH LOVE

Without counting, there’s no less than a dozen other things Logan could be doing right this minute.

The Chrysler could use a spray down from its usual veil of dust, he could go to the trouble of fixing the gap in the windowsill. Holes in the once-refinery floor are open, like portals to hell. Pinpricks of sunlight paint dilapidated patterns on the tin ceiling. 

There’s always a growing list when the fortress to which you return is half standing on the brutal mesa.

And while the allure of a functional shelter does gnaw at his consciousness, it’s so much easier to ignore the demands of the house. To collapse onto the sagging couch parked in the center of the room, a chilled Heineken slung through swollen fingers.

Bones almost singing with relief, the couch creaks as he settles in. Sinks low, breathes deep in a rough way. 

The last five days couldn’t have been longer, he thinks. Cursed by God, almost. It’s bachelorette season, hen parties are in full swing. And what’s better—the hens, after all, don’t really question the dents and scrapes of a late-model Chrysler. A limo faded from the sun and stained a few places—they just book the ride. Giggle when he steps out of the car, on his best behavior.

They flirt and bat their lashes, touch up their lipstick in his rearview. It's the standard, this time of year. 

And Logan can’t mind the cash, not when there’s mouths to feed here in the shadow of his mantle. Laura is starting school; she outgrows clothing faster than anything he’s ever seen.

And his sweet wife, this little life she mothers here on the border shadows. She always finds things they need.

Last week it was a jump up in diapers, their son somehow managing to grow since the last time he’d held him close, which couldn't have been more than mere hours.

More groceries, always more food.

Things necessary for the everyday.  

This little life, whisked away among the bluebonnets and desert roses that paint the mesa—it was undreamable. Never in his centuries of living would he ever imagine this kind of heartbeat, this direction.

Once, in more breaths than not, he’d cursed God for denying him love and life like other men he’d buried.

In others, he’d demanded solace. Intimate loneliness, to spare him the ache of loss. 

Never had he asked for this, the bliss of two hands landing on his shoulders, fingers kneading into the meat of him like he’s sourdough on the chopping block, putty beneath her lethal, albeit slow, hands. 

Parts of him are, he knows. She’s seen shades of him hell would shake a stick at. And it’s funny to think he’s only truly ever one blush from actually being sour, but she knew that — knows that, actively.

And yet she pursues him like only a lover can, chasing his sun. Stalking his lines. Running in and out of the shadows of his ambitions, his ghosts. 

To many he was Wolverine, once. Trouble and a danger all cocktailed together, someone to respect. Unpredictable and bloodthirsty. Unforgiven, unholy, unwhole. Hopeless, even.

A murdering something that lacked boundaries, ethically bloody in every area that should’ve been black and white. A shattered glass ceiling with little else to do but break. 

But, through those realities and phantoms — she is his Wolverine, and always had been. She corrected him, while shattering her own glass.

Weapon X had taken care of that, God ensured it. Designed her, carved her from the mountains of faraway earths, for him.

She protected him. Fought at his side. Gave her own blood, sacrificed her own life.

Able to hold back the world unlike anyone he’d ever seen, so little of her had set him free. So much of her, she’d offered at the altar of him and him alone. 

To the world, they were Wolverine. A concept tied up in mythos and legend, less people and more thing to the commons of humanity. 

“We’ll never be things, Logan,” he could still feel it knifing through the marrow of his breast, “We’re us. Together, apart—nothing short of hell will take that away. You remember that, now.” 

Four decades together and she still had a way of touching him like it was the first time, her fingers a burning ice that shakes him all the way down. Rattles his cage, leaves him a little breathless. Shaky.

The bottle in his hand suddenly becomes all too heavy, and Logan rests it in his lap. Tips his head back to find her smiling down at him, tucks his hand along her cheek. 

Her smile is coy.

“Hey stranger,” tone pitching fiercely low, her lashes flutter as she dips to brush her lips over the end of his nose, “you’re home. Didn’t hear you come in,” slow, missioning fingers slip down the length of his arm, to his chest.

“Finally all mine for the weekend, hm?” 

She angles her head, gently biting at the soft spot behind his ear. And if it isn’t the hottest thing, Logan wouldn't ever know —he moves his head to give her full access, pulse pistoning hard beneath his skin. He can almost feel his own blood galloping as she smiles against the scruff of his beard, draped over the back of the couch.

Breathlessness shallows out her chest, the little catch of her chapped lips against his neck makes him hitch a breath of his own. 

White hot pain behind his eyes sets his blood on fire, drives a stake of deep ache so far into his temple that it could cross his eyes.

He should stand, peel away from her.

Go stand under a rip-your-skin-off hot shower and collapse into a bed for no less than eight hours, find his strength. 

But when she rests her chin on his shoulder, smiling at him while lazy fingers card through his hair, he can’t think of a better place to be than right here.

She looks so delicious – on the border of sin, just for him.

All for him. 

Standing there in her favorite comfort clothes, too tight leggings and an off-the-shoulder t-shirt stained with Similac, smelling like their son.

If it wasn’t the picture of redemption, he’d be damned to hell. 

A greatest achievement of his life, her here, like this. Their family. This little thing called life, that he calls his between every kiss, every glance to that photo he keeps pinned to the limo’s visor.

Only took two hundred-odd fucking years, and he was greedy. Selfish. 

It’s enough to get him hard. 

Like an unrelenting wolf licking at the marrow of a good kill, he manages a low growl as her fingers slip beneath the buttons of his shirt. 

“Happy heart day, Logan,” He know the date, of course. She’d reminded him this morning, pinned up something pretty against the wall of their shared shower, “I’d rip mine out and give it to you, just to grow another, if you wanted me to.”

A visceral thing to envision the sick twist of his mind, but it punches low in the cradle of his cock. 

Her smile grows, the little huff of her breath breaks him in half. 

“We’re alone.”

“About fuckin’ time.” 

Making a rough noise, he lashes out for her hand more brutal than he should, but it’s never mattered.

Without a hint of hesitation, he tugs her over the couch to straddle his lap—presses the inside of her wrist to his mouth. Licks at the flutter of her pulse and craves the zip of salt from her skin spreading along the flat of his tongue.

Holding her breath a little as she settles against his lap, her lashes are low as she studies the lines of his face—and there’s a lifetime of them, no less. Slow poison eats away at his living moments, haunts him in the long nights, drags these canyons through his face.

Adamantium in his bones sours every day, robs him of precious hours he, for the first time in his sorry life, would steal back if God allowed. 

And she's nearly as flawless as the day he met her, all those years ago. Being chronically alive has never looked so glorious, he thinks — regenerative healing hasn’t ever done a body justice like hers. So tight and perfect, as she sinks her full weight against his chest, playing her fingers through his beard.

His prize for living, his reward for life. 

Eyes flicking to the quirk of her mouth, he downs the rest of his beer and sends the bottle to the floor, eyes tracking the movement of her hands as she lifts away her shirt. It finds the floor behind them, somewhere—he can’t fathom any better view than watching her skin pebble in the cooler air of the evening.

The drop of her breasts, as she manages away a very deliberate piece of lingerie that, surprisingly, he’s never seen before. 

He stays her hand before she can discard it, plucks it from her fingers. Rubbing lace between his fingers, his brow lifts curiously at her. A cheshire smile and a salacious lift of her shoulder spreads color across her chest, up her neck.

Blossoming on her cheeks, Logan doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of seeing the girlish little wonder of her slip between the stitches of who she is, and desires, to be. 

“How’d you manage to slip this one past me, doll?”

They didn’t have packages delivered to the house. She rarely took Laura and the baby into town, and such a treat warranted a type of shopping he couldn’t imagine reasoning to an emotionally anorexic child. 

Her tongue manages a wet, thick tsk as slow hands press her breasts together on his lap, looking like sin. Head cocking to the side, she manages a small peek from beneath her lashes, fully relishing in his attention as she adjusts her seat on his thighs.

Knees cutting into his hips a little tighter, her other hand moves to unclip her hair, tossing it away to the side. 

“Had it delivered to the neighbors, of course,” her bottom lip curls in, tightening beneath the weight of her teeth, “She’s quite the honey. Laura has really taken to their horses.” Slipping forward, she teases the plush of his lip with a nail, a little breathless as her chest shallowly rises and falls, “Wanted to surprise you, Lo. You like it?” 

The sing-song little tease behind the words make him groan, his hand connecting firmly with her hip as her fingers make quick work of his belt. 

What a question.

“You’re still bad, after all this time,” tucking his finger beneath her chin, he hooks her attention up to his eyes. “Still causin’ trouble for the old Wolverine, huh, darlin'?”

By the glint of light in her eye, the honey in the lilt of her tone, he doesn’t have to tell her. But that’s half the fun of having a sweet, fucktoy of a wife built just for him.

If there was any praise to give to the Weapons Plus team, it was that alone — insatiable stamina, a cure-all for a hard fuck.

And she took as good as she gave, God be praised.  

“Old?” She scoffs, shoving at his shoulder. “May be long in the tooth, but you ain’t old, Logan,” in a burst of white-hot speed, she flips their position expertly, with the strength he only knows his mutation gives her—forces his back to the cushions beneath her weight, pinning him in place as she sinks low to tease her tits against his chest.

“Stop thinkin’ so hard, and show me how much you like your present, yeah?”  

He intakes a sharp breath when she slants her mouth over his, taking his low lip between her teeth in just the way that spins his senses. The chap of her lips is just enough to make him hungry—pulls a soft moan from the back of her throat.

Encouraging her tongue forward, his own dips into the slick heat of her mouth, hard and rough. 

A breath or two, maybe. That's all it takes before she’s under him, taking him the way God intended. Slow and deep, pretty like a little thing. 

But they aren't things. They never have been. Wolverine's, maybe, but never things.

And it's been one hell of a long week, sure—but never too long, not for this.

Never for this. 

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[saintslewis]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 | lh44

— one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x black fem!oc; nadia hamilton

summary: a very very special day for the hamiltons in tuscany.

warnings: cussing, a bit of social media

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TUSCANY, ITALY

august ‘24

“I like this. I like that I’ll get used to this life for a while, you know? It’s definitely a breath of fresh air from gloomy weather in Silverstone, no offence.” Nadia spoke, watching the sun slowly rise above the hills of Tuscany, the smell of fresh flowers wafting through the air of the master bedroom of their airbnb.

The mood in the house has been very good since they landed, the celebrations still lingering from lewis’ last win in Spa two weeks ago. It had just been the two of them before he takes a trip with his crew and Nadia having work commitments before ultimately joining them in Mozambique.

She lifted her head from his bare chest, looking into the man’s eyes, lightly swollen after waking up 20 minutes before. All he could do was hum in response, bringing his hand to rub her arm as she cuddled into him further under the sheets. “You’re right, wouldn’t mind moving here but it’d be quite the trip to Maranello.” He grumbled, lifting his upper body to lean against the headboard.

Glancing at the small clock on his bedside table, Lewis calmed himself down, knowing he’d spend the entire day just being close to his wife.

-

The pints of ice cream they held were nearly frozen in their hands but the two enjoyed it nonetheless. Sitting outside on the patio overlooking the massive pool that showcased the afternoon sun, Nadia took in the feeling of a vacation, finally after a long season of constant work.

“I never knew what to expect from this place,” Nadia started. “I always thought it was filled with young people and clubs and everything but it’s so…peaceful here. I feel like a puppy in a sunflower field.” She spoke, digging into her caramel flavoured ice cream.

Lewis snorted at her last sentence. “A puppy? Your descriptions are always so…interesting to listen to.” He teased, brushing his foot by her leg.

“Don’t laugh. I feel like a golden retriever just running through the hills having the time of my life.” I smile, ducking her head in laughter and slight shyness at her words.

Lewis felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter around as he watched her giggle to herself at her jokes as time passed by. He was eternally grateful that he convinced her to go into the town center for some ice cream, giving enough time for the people he hired to set up and leave in just the nick of time.

“Baby…baby!” Lewis snapped out of it once he heard the snap of Nadia’s fingers. “Thought I lost you there. I’m just gonna go change my shoes, okay? Don’t know what the hell I was thinkin’ breaking in new shoes.” She sighed, already taking them off and standing up from her seat.

Lewis nodded, swiftly moving the pint of ice cream to his lap to hide the bouncing of his leg. “That’s fine, Nads. You’ll catch me in the sun room, yeah?” He looked up at her, his nerves moving at a speedy rate.

“Sun room? It’s basically the patio with glass.” Nadia chuckled, holding her shoes in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Yeah, but the views are better.” Lewis shrugged, trying his best to stay normal.

Her eyebrows furrowed then relaxed. “Alright, gramps. Whatever you say. Hey, can we roll some in there?” Her voice going soft at her last sentence, not wanting anyone to hear even if the nearest neighbours were far down the road.

Lewis shook his head in amusement. He rather enjoyed seeing Nadia high and flimsy, much more animated than she actually is. “Sure, we can smoke. Just one though, Nads.” He said, seeing her smile widen.

Squealing, she leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek and forehead. “Thank youuuu. I’ll be right back!” And with that, she hopped into the house and up the grand stairs.

Leaving Lewis to hype himself up and feel his pocket one last time before standing up and heading to the sun room, decorated in the most perfect flowers and sparkles just for the love of his life.

Nadia’s sandals snapped against the tiles as she headed to her next destination, her phone and small tin of joints in her hand as she hummed to herself. Getting closer and closer, she could smell her favourite incense scent of strawberry vanilla but thought that she was probably homesick.

The thing that did scare her a bit was that she began hearing the exact song that she was just humming - freudian by daniel caesar.

With her hands suddenly clammy, she reached for the door handle, opening it to what she thought was a dream.

There Lewis was, standing at the end of the white Persian rug with huge bouquets of lilies and white roses surrounding him. A small table of her favourite pastries on a tower with a few drinks on there with a few little trinkets. Just above him were strings of polaroid and printed pictures of the two of them, their favourite photos.

It was as if she was at the altar and the love of her life was at the end waiting for her.

Nadia first instinct? She screamed before covering her mouth.

“Lewis! Lewis! Lewiiiiiis!” She exclaimed, dragging out his name as she stepped into the sun room. “Lewis, what the fuck! How the hell did you do this, oh my god!” She squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again.

And just like that, the water works began.

Her legs gave up on her as she was now kneeling on the rug, covering her face as tears rose in her eyes. “I didn’t even dress all nice.” She sniffled, wiping her bare face. “Lewis, what the fuck?!” She sobbed while laughing simultaneously.

As she dropped to the ground, he immediately joined her, holding her as she cried tears of joy. “Baby, can I make my speech now before I forget it?” He chuckled, moving his thumbs to wipe her tears.

“No! I’m not ready!” She giggled to herself, quickly pulling herself together and standing up, leaving Lewis to kneel on one knee. “Okay okay, now I am.” She smiled at him, wiping the mini tears.

“Alright,” Lewis took a deep breath in. “Nadia Thandeka Hamilton. You are the air to my lungs, the sun beams that shine through the clouds when it’s raining and you are the flower that first blooms in spring.” He began, his tears pricking his eyes.

“Holy shit, this is…” He chuckled. “You and I are married legally however I hadn’t thought of the fact that I was ever going to fall in love with you the way I did in such a short period. You accepted my life, my family and friends like your own and you changed your life around for me. I’m eternally grateful for you and eternally thankful for our parents pairing us together.”

Nadia giggled, caressing his cheek as she waited for him to finish. “I am in love with you and I always will be in this life and the next. You already held my last name but now you hold my heart and soul with it too.” Lewis smiled softly up at her.

He reached into his pocket to take out a blue velvet box, opening to show the most beautiful diamond ring Nadia had ever seen in her life. “And with that I ask….Nadia, will you marry me?….Again?” Lewis held the box up to her and he just felt her hug in a millisecond.

Nadia tightly hugged him, breathing in the scent she found home in. “A million time yes. Always.” She whispered, pulling back to look him in the eye.

The two crashed their lips together, delving into each other’s mouths with a sensual touch to him, pouring their love into the kiss. After a moment of passion, he pulled back to reach for the precious ring.

“It’s perfect…” She muttered, watching it glitter in the sunset of the Tuscan countryside. “Thank you….” Nadia sniffled, the ring fitting snug around her finger.

“And…and I have another surprise. So, I know how important your culture is to you and how much you value it. I’m more than okay with having a traditional Zulu wedding and a white wedding.” He revealed, watching her eyes widen.

Nadia’s jaw dropped. “You….Oh my god. But how? Where? My family home is not in the best…..” She trailed off, watching his smile grow bigger.

“I may have sorta kinda built you a house. Back home. In South Africa.”

And just like that, it was lights out as she fainted in excitement.

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[ryoshiwaah]

⸝ ⸝The Love List ୭ ˚.

ʚ🌷Warnings: swear words, slight angst, spelling mistakes bc I wrote this in different days, misunderstandings, making out? idk what i wrote, established relationship.

ʚ💌Genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers!

ʚ Pairing: non-idol!Haerin x fem!reader

ʚ Synopsis: Haerin made a list of dates ideas after thinking you were bored of her.

ʚ🎀Starring: Bbangsaz as your gay friends & Banggeul (Haerin's dog)

ʚ w.c: 6.4k

ʚ tags: @chokili, @jaikoyaki

ʚ🧺a/n: This was supposed to be a Valentine's special but I got too caught up in the idea and didn't make it in time, plus, I made it for choki (and jai). It's rushed at the end so pretend to be blind!!

Haerin didn’t like going out, unlike you, her day was peacefully spent studying, watching a movie or eating junk food. Since she started dating you her life changed for the better – you were a breath of fresh air: spontaneous, energetic and determined to try something new at least once a month.

Keeping up with your life was not easy for her, but Haerin put a lot of effort into being a good and supportive girlfriend. Though, she still felt like something was off, especially during your dates.

Even a blind person could see that lounging on the couch wasn’t your favorite thing in the world – Haerin noticed your sighs or how your eyes would slowly close during a movie night. if at first she thought you were just tired, the constant yawning and silence from your part didn’t sit right with her.

The situation had to end, so she spent a whole day to fulfill one of your biggest dreams.

You mentioned it a few months prior while taking a walk with her and Banggeul (her dog), it was something along the lines of – “I want to write a bucket list about dates ideas, but in alphabetical order.”

Sure, your suggestion was just… well, a suggestion. A little test to get a reaction out of your girlfriend – “If you want to…”

Which resulted in failure.

To you, because your girlfriend’s cat brain started running and after hours of thinking and screaming internally and regretting every life decision, she finally made the list.

“Here.” Weeks later she offered you a little envelope, it was pink and had some heart stickers on it. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, firstly looking at your girlfriend, who was avoiding eye contact, her ears red, and then at the piece of paper.

Careful not to rip it, you opened the letter and found a folded piece of striped paper, it looked like a bucket list from what you could see; your doubts became a happy reality when you unfolded the paper to reveal the list Haerin wrote.

“Babe, this is…” 

Your voice died in your throat from the surprise. She remembered? – You felt your cheeks growing hotter, a red tint spreading across your entire face. 

“You don’t like it?” – “I used the glitter pen you like for the hearts, I tho-”

To interrupt her worried rant was your hug, that she quickly returned, a somewhat pleased smile making its way on her lips “I take this as a yes then.”

“I love it!” You exclaimed with an enthusiastic expression – “But did you write… where is it- Oh! here.”

You turned the paper towards her, pointing to the letter W, in response she tilted her head. 

“Whalemart?” She asked in confusion as if you were the one who wrote the letter.

“Did you misspell Walmart?” You laughed, quickly taking a picture of the mistake, Haerin, noticing your action, tried to snatch your phone but you pulled away just in time.

“Ha! You wished you could be as fast as me, Kang Haerin.”

She gave you a glare that she kept for 5 seconds before bursting into laughter — “You’re so childish.”

◻ A - Arcade

It was a Sunday afternoon when your girlfriend dragged you out of the house and into the car, she didn’t give you a chance to go back inside and change so your fate was sealed: you got out of the house with the most childish shoes you’ve ever worn, a pair of bright yellow crocs that made a cartoon-like sound after every step.

Begging didn’t work, Haerin was firm on taking you out – “You look cute.” She said, eyes on the road as she drove to the nearest arcade.

“I look like a duck.” You retorted with a grumble, crossing your arms while staring at the reason for your shame. “Why are they so bright!!” You whined, hitting your feet on the car mat, making your girlfriend giggle.

“A cute duck throwing a tantrum, that’s new.”

“You’re lucky we’ve arrived–” 

“It’s going to be fine, nobody will notice your adorable shoes, ducky.”

Your head snapped to the side as you gave Haerin a death glare, daring her to repeat what she just said.

“Is there something on my face?” She asked innocently, almost too much. You felt mocked but before you could speak, your girlfriend gave you a peck on the lips; soon enough, the anger died down while you melted into a puddle.

“Idiot.” You muttered before getting out of the car and basically running towards the arcade.

——👾 

The bright neon colours made your eyes squint for a few seconds, you interlocked your fingers with Haerin’s after she finally caught up to you.

“You’re fast.” she panted, already feeling tired after the small run — “And you’re not athletic at all.”

“We’re not here for that, come on.” she ignored the comment, tugging on your hand to lead you inside.

The atmosphere of the arcade was something you’ve never seen before, for example, hanging from the ceilings were little ghosts from the Pac-Man game making you smile as you pointed at a green and pink near each other.

“Babe look! That’s us as pixel ghosts!” 

Your infectious smile and overall your joyous tone, made a few head turns. 

“I’m the green one?” She asked now looking up at the silly decorations too.

“Of course, you love green.” 

“Yeah but-” She started, a mischievous glint making its way in her eyes — “today you look more like Pac-Man.” Haerin smirked, pointing to your bright yellow shoes.

You stood there for a moment, conflicted, as you considered two things: laughing at your girlfriend’s mean joke or wiping away that stupid and adorable expression with a punch.

You opted for none of the two because Haerin kissed your cheek, mumbling an apology — she also bought you a pack of candy shortly after.

——👾

“Please please please!” 

You were currently clinging to Haerin’s arm, pulling her towards one of the claw machines she refused to play to since they were a “money stealing technique”.

All your attempts at convincing her weren’t working, bringing her food, kisses, compliments – Nothing. So you decided to use your last ace up your sleeve: attention.

“Don’t raise your voice, people will look.” Her tone was serious, an underlying hint of worry in it.

Bingo. 

“Then win me something at the claw machine.”

She stared at you, watching as your puppy eyes grew more and more adorable, it was infuriating how she could be weakened by them.

After she exhaled a deep sigh, you knew you won her acceptance and basically sprinted towards the machine, your shoes making funny sounds in the process.

Did Haerin regret bringing you to the arcade? Absolutely not. 

She was loving every second of it, not missing for a second the way your eyes lit up after she won you that cat plushie you were eyeing moments before, or how you went silent the moment you started focusing on the pac-man game, sticking out your tongue and then groaning as you lost after the second round.

That day you tried every game at the arcade, winning tickets over tickets just to take home a little fish tank that seemed empty. You like the aesthetic and Haerin like seeing you happy with it.

A win is a win.

You discovered hours later that the tank was actually not so empty, a little goldfish lived there. He was named Ducky, the same nickname your girlfriend had given you earlier.

◻  B - Breakfast in bed

Since the last date went smoother than oil, Haerin decided to keep following the list and bring you breakfast in bed.

First thing first, to complete her mission she had to silently wake up. Easy. She was naturally quiet. Though, her dog wasn’t. 

Haerin was more worried about waking up Banggeul than you, but once she reached the safe zone, also known as the kitchen, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned against the counter to search for breakfast inspiration on the internet, but when it was clear that all the dishes were too complicated, she opted for a classic: pancakes.

She took out the few ingredients needed and started to do the batter, careful not to make too much noise – Her heart almost stopped when she knocked over a cup, but thank god it fell on the carpet that silenced any further sound.

Haerin hummed a tune while waiting for the food to cook, she looked at you from outside the bedroom, sprawled on the bed, snoring and mumbling something under your breath. 

‘I love her…’ Haerin thought, smiling to herself.

The oven turning off brought her back to reality and she forced herself to look away.

——🥞

Twenty minutes later, you opened your eyes to the smell of pancakes and the sound of your girlfriend’s soft voice. “Sleepyhead wake up, I brought you breakfast.”

You rubbed your eyes, groggily sitting up – “Hm… What?” your voice was low as you recovered from your sleepy state. 

“I said I brought you breakfast in bed.” 

A small sigh left your lips as you looked at your girlfriend with a fond, thankful smile.

“Rinnie… I love you so much, thank you.”

The trail was placed on your lap, while Haerin kissed your forehead, mumbling something about you being cute. When you saw her walking out of the room, you called her – “Babe! Are you leaving me to eat these all alone?”

Okay, she didn't think about herself at all. Shit.

“Those are your pancakes.” She muttered, fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie.

“And you’re my girlfriend, so get your ass over here and eat with me.”

Haerin did, she practically jumped on the bed and snuggled up to your side demanding to be fed, which you did. 

Nonetheless, the next day you cooked breakfast for her and almost burned down the apartment.

◻  C - (Cat) Café date☕️

Having two pets wasn’t enough, you wanted a cat, a real one. Despite Haerin being against it (for obvious reasons), she followed you to the cat café you had chosen to adopt a kitty.

As you entered, the smell of cookies and fluffiness became noticeable in your nostrils, making you feel cozy and more excited to see your future son or daughter.

Haerin’s eyes wandered around the place catching a glimpse of the kitties that roamed around the little café: they looked so tiny, almost like little balls of fur. She would be lying if she said she didn’t want to adopt them all.

One of the cuties went near Haerin’s foot, trying to climb on her shoe — she noticed him once the little guy meowed, it was more like a soft sound than anything but yeah, he was complaining.

His yellow eyes and black fur weren’t what captivated the girl’s and other customer’s eyes, but a small patch of white hair that made him look like an adorable work of art. It was like a painter dragged his brush on the kitten’s back, drawing what looked like a heart.

The girl crouched down gently lifting him up, holding the fur ball in her hands. At that very moment, you finished ordering your coffee and cookies so the cashier turned to Haerin, smiling when she saw your girlfriend holding the kitten.

“And for you miss?” The worker, a lady in her twenties, asked with a soothing tone.

Haerin stared at the woman for a few seconds, then looked down at the kitty and then back at her. 

“I want this one.” 

——☕️

Meow, that’s how your girlfriend decided to name the kitty, spent the rest of the date with the two of you, mostly on Haerin’s lap, purring and getting cuddles.

He was the total opposite of the puppy waiting for you at home.

Concentrating was hard mostly because you couldn’t stop admiring the beauty in front of you — often, Haerin would look up to find your gaze already on her.

“Focus.” She then proceeded to mutter, writing in her notebook numbers that didn’t make sense anymore.

“I’m focused.” Your eyes were still on her.

“I mean on the homework, dummy.”

Again with the nicknames, this girl called you anything except Y/n. She seemed to have grown bolder day by day.

You took a sip of your coffee, which by the way was delicious, and returned to write in your own notebook. “Hey, what’s the answer for number six?” — “x= 5/3.”

A huff left your lips as you slouched back on the chair, head tilting back to look as dramatic as possible; Haerin remained unfazed by the familiar display.

“I got it wrong again.” 

Your girlfriend finally looked up at you and suddenly had an idea: she took Meow in her arms and stood up to place the kitten on your lap.

“He can help you focus.”

She sat back down with a proud smirk playing on her face. Haerin got like that every time she felt like a great partner — how she loved knowing her actions made you feel better or simplified your situation.

“Thanks, I can already feel the motivation coming back.”

You joked, letting the kitten for the first time that day. “He’s really soft.” Your eyes were wide in surprise, your voice a little too loud for the poor Meow who let out another complaining noise.

“Ah- sorry buddy…” You patted his head “…go back to sleep.”

——☕️

Once the three of you came back home, Banggeul started sniffing your legs like crazy, sometimes barking as if demanding explanations.

Like, why would you two go to a place full of cats? Millions of animals in the world and you chose cats. Traitors.

Haerin had to calm him down while you reassured her, as best as you could, that Meow would be safe if she just gave both cat and dog time to get used to living with each other.

In fact, you were right.

During the first week Banggeul and Meow slept in the same spot at the end of your bed and played together without any problems — except when they knocked over a vase, or when the doggo stole the kitten’s food or again, when Meow tripped in Ducky’s tank.

Those were hard times.

“I never imagined we’d be having a family like this.” You whispered one night while being snuggled up against your girlfriend, one of her hands playing with your hair — “I did, many times.” She admitted, burying her face into your soft locks. “That’s how much I love you…and maybe even more.”

◻  D - Double dates 

“Hanni and Minji are already there, hurry up!”

Haerin’s voice rang in the bedroom from the depths of the other side of your apartment startling not only you, but also the puppy, who started to bark and run around uncontrollably.

He was way too energetic, even at times, when he got 5 minutes of sleep — unlike Haerin, his social battery was constantly full and needed little to no recharges.

“Here we go again…” You muttered, returning to fix your smudged lipstick, mentally smirking at the sight you would be soon witnessing.

“Ugh! Please Banggeul stop-” 

Of course Haerin didn’t want to deal with yet another noise complaint so she gave up in trying to calm him down and gave the puppy a dog treat — they made his breath smell like he had just eaten a corpse, but at least they did the job she was failing at: making him quiet down.

“Are you ready?”

Your girlfriend’s head popped out from the doorframe, her right hand covering her eyes just in case you were naked or something — it was adorable how she was still so shy even after being together for almost a year.

“Yes, yes love.”

She stayed there, her hand glued to her eyes until you moved it away, causing a squeal to escape from Haerin’s lips. “You can look, I’m all dressed up.” — her eyes briefly looked at you before she completely turned red.

“Hm hm I know.” An awkward laugh resonating in the small space left between the two of you — “Pretty…” You muttered, towering over her, heels were indeed a good choice.

With the height by your side it was easy to steal a kiss from Haerin, but if one wasn’t enough, two were too much from you to keep your lips away from hers — You were already late, so who cares?

Minji and Hanni, they cared. So much that your phone started buzzing a few moments after your third? maybe fourth kiss — Annoyed, you grabbed the device, backed up from Haerin and answered the call.

“What?” Your tone reflected your annoyance, but at that moment it wasn’t important — “Yah don’t get all pissy with me, Y/n. Hurry up or we’re ordering.”

Hanni’s naturally high voice made you roll your eyes, but to calm you down was your girlfriend, who took the phone and talked.

“We’re going to be there in five, Han.” She quickly retorted before hanging up.

Her face was a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Being interrupted was the last thing she desired that night, the first one you can imagine.

——🔗

In the end you managed to arrive at the fancy restaurant and eat the food the other couple had previously ordered since they were starving, Hanni blamed you and your detailed make-up, while Minji just winked at Haerin, making her want to sink to the floor and never get out.

The date was going smoothly, raising Haerin’s initial mood about the hangout: being the shy girl she is made it difficult for her to enter in the conversation without resulting awkward or weird — even with her own friends.

But your presence made it all better. 

Haerin held your hand under the wooden table, her thumb caressing the back of your hand; she gently squeezed your fingers in her palm from time to time, making sure you were still there, by her side.

Whenever it was your turn to talk she would stare at you through her lashes, her eyes trying to memorise every little movement your facial muscles did — ‘She’s so gorgeous.’ Her brain could only process compliments that she silently concentrated into her love struck gaze.

‘She’s whipped.’

Minji mentally said, looking at Haerin with a teasing but fond smile. It was rare seeing Haerin so invested in a conversation, so she kept silent and rested her head on Hanni’s shoulder, listening to whatever you two were ranting about.

——🔗

Coming back to a dark apartment were you and Haerin right after the double date. 

When you finished eating, Minji suggested grabbing a drink or two at a bar near the restaurant. The place opened 3 weeks before and many said customer service was great, so why not?

If only Haerin knew she’d be carrying your drunk ass into the house, the heels you previously wore, in her hands, she would’ve refused. 

“Haerinnie! You’re so strong~” 

The slurred, flirty words, brought a strong feeling of embarrassment to your girlfriend; she ignored them and you, switching the lights on with her elbow, almost dropping you in the process.

Scared, your arms wrapped around her, eyes shutting instantly – “Am I alive?!”

“Yes, scaredy cat. The drinks are really messing with your brain if you thought I’d let you fall.”

You giggled, tilting your head up to kiss her soft cheek – Your thumb caressed the spot you had just kissed, or better, marked with your red lipstick. The movement only smudged it more, but instead of stopping, you made sure Haerin’s cheek became more red.

“You’re impossible.” 

Half exhausted and half amused by your childish behaviour, she managed to get you to bed. Her plan was to change into something more comfortable and then cuddle you to sleep, but alcohol blurred your train of thoughts — next thing she knew, you pulled Haerin down on the bed.

“Goodnight!” 

Haerin squirms in your arms, trying to free herself, but your grip is too tight – it gets worse when your legs wrap around her body like a snake that had caught its prey.

Your girlfriend eventually gives up at the first snore that comes out of your mouth, her body finally relaxing and basking in the comfort and warmth of your embrace.

“Goodnight, love.” She whispered, eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep.

◻  E - Escape Room

“I found it!” 

“Finally–” 

“Shut up, I told you it was under the damned rug.”

You held a blue key, the one you had searched for during the past 10 minutes, in your hand like it was the most expensive treasure ever. You suddenly raised the object in the air, causing a ‘swoosh’ sound to add coolness to your action.

“This key will give me the power to open that door!” 

Your voice was loud and your tone demonstrated how determined you were about this whole thing, a finger pointing dramatically at the white, wooden door in the middle of one of the four walls.

Haerin could only do a side eye, laughing softly when you cringed at yourself.

“Cool, open the door then.”

“Don’t look at me like that! I’m trying to be cool.”

“You’re as cool as a duck with sunglasses, darling.”

“Weirdo. But thank you, I appreciate the compliment. Ducks with sunglasses are dope.”

The funny banter between you and your girlfriend was making each member of the staff laugh like an idiot. If you thought of something, Haerin did the opposite – If you were right, she was also right. 

Confusing, yes, just like the puzzle that presented itself to you two once you managed to open the door and find yet another one of those walls with nothing on it.

“Again?!”

You yelled in frustration while Haerin cursed under her breath, sitting down on one of the chairs in the room.

You looked around trying to find a combination, an alleged missing piece or a gear— anything that would be useful.

“Last time it was a lever, remember? You pulled it down and the wall lowered.”

“I don’t see a lever anywhere.” The seated girl answered, her gaze focusing on nothing in particular.

She sneaked a peak or two at you, only to look back when she remembered she had to help too. 

The escape room was lasting way too long for her liking, she was hungry and her brain was way too tired to let her be smart. Then, like a surge of intelligence, she squinted her eyes while looking at a painting on top of the geared door.

Getting up, she walked to it, staring at the red, blinking dot. She glanced at you, who was moving furniture around, searching for a clue to unlock the door — Turning back to the painting, she decided to move it away from the wall.

Haerin eyes locked with the camera hidden behind the framed art, she remained indifferent at the sight since the staff made it clear: surveillance cameras would be scattered across the rooms to make sure no one got hurt or forgotten.

Bored, she decided to mess with the staff who were probably watching. Her face got so close to the lens that her lashes touched the curved glass. She blinked before intensely stare at it — “Hello…” Haerin whispered.

“My girlfriend wants to go to the other room. Lower the wall.”

No response came from the other side, she glanced at the concrete blocking the way but it didn’t budge, not even a little bit.

“Hmm.” 

her gaze shifted back to the camera but this time she stayed like that for more than just a few seconds – Her eyes were almost unblinking like a demon or something outworldly, enough to put pressure on the staff watching.

“We should comply, this girl might curse us.” One said, not daring to even glance at the monitor where Haerin’s face was the main topic.

“The point of an escape room is to escape, Dylan. Don’t be a pussy, she’ll go away.” The other replied, not admitting that the sight on the top left monitor was disturbing – Haerin remained there, making you wonder if she had gone crazy or if she was trying to help.

“She’s not moving, bro.”

“...”

“What if she’s actually going to curse us?”

“Dylan, we’re in a fucking surveillance room, and it’s not like the camera has our names on it. She can’t hear or see us either so calm do–”

“I lowered the wall.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

—— 🗝️

The wall lowering and letting you pass wasn’t part of the game and you were aware of it. Haerin did something for sure, and it had to do with whatever she was looking at moments prior.

You followed her on the other side of the opened door, clutching her sleeve when the bright lights turned off due to the lightbulb falling to the ground right in front of you.

“Huh? Is this part of the game?”

The question hung in the air, Haerin reached for her phone and turned on the flashlight – “I think so, the terms talked about falling objects, but I didn’t think they were referring to glass ob–”

She interrupted herself, pointing the bright light firstly to your face, then down to your body. “The glass didn’t reach you, right?” A protective hand caressed your face before moving it left and right, Haerin was still making sure you weren’t hurt – “Haerin I’m fine, the glass was two kilometers away.” Even though she didn’t appreciate the sarcastic tone, your girlfriend nodded and muttered a small “Alright.”

For the next 23 minutes you searched for clues in the dimly lit room, bumping into each other so many times that you lost count. 

To snap you back from your little world made of keys and clues, was Haerin and her hand on your shoulder, which also scared you and caused you to hit her hand with your phone.

“Ow! It’s me-” – “Get the fuck away!!” You screamed in terror at the alleged monster.

Your right arm, the one with the phone, swung in front of you like crazy – “Y/n it’s me.”

And just like they started, the screaming stopped and you finally looked up, pointing the flashlight to none other than your girlfriend.

“Yeah, I- I know…” You stood up from your crouched position, sweeping the dust away from your shoulder.

“I found a button.” Haerin explained, leading you there by taking your hand. “I think it’s the last room, so let’s press it together.”

God, this girl was so sweet you might get cavities, she thought about everything, even the smallest thing. Haerin made you feel seen and taken care of — that reminded you of why you were here.

The list she had made for you to make sure you were having fun while hanging out with her.

That was the moment you realised how much Haerin really changed from the first time you two met: a casual encounter at the park, you were in kindergarten and yet she was the only one to do everything alone.

Each one of your classmates were either freaked out or forgot about her presence, and since the teacher was too occupied with her work to deal with the situation, she ignored it.

After being left out by every person she encountered, Haerin was skeptical when you asked her to be friends. In fact, her first words she ever said to you were, “No. Leave me alone.”

You didn’t give up! 

Thanks to your bribing techniques you were able to conquer Haerin’s trust and love — buying her avocado ice cream for 2 weeks straight paid off.

Since then, you swore to never leave her side and this far, you two stuck together like glue.

But how did Haerin change? Well, she started trying. The thing is, she was scared of doing many things, even asking you out on a date, that’s why she opted to stay in and binge watch a series on Netflix.

Her shyness and social anxiety, in other people’s eyes, often resulted in lack of trying, but deep down she wanted to try, so hard. And then you understood the real meaning behind the list: Haerin didn’t want to lose you.

—— 🗝️

In the end, she pressed the button making one of the libraries in the room move to the side, revealing an open passage. The lights turned on again, they were artificial ones and had a white aura, like the ones at hospitals.

Without a second thought, both you and your girlfriend made your way there, ending the escape room once and for all.

Of course you were polite enough to wave and thank all the staff members, even though two of them were looking at Haerin as if she was crazy – The usual.

After you were out of the building, walking down the busy streets of Seoul, you guys decided on two things: first, never go back to an escape room, second, go get some ice cream.

“I want…” Haerin begun – “Avocado ice cream?” You continued, like you’ve already heard it before which you did.

“Yeah, avocado ice cream.”

◻  F - Flower crown

In a field of flowers colored in every shade of pink, white and red were two girls laying next to each other. Those girls were you and Haerin.

You have to admit that the possibility of coming across a bee or two scared you, but your girlfriend swore to protect you at all costs and so you accepted.

The place was silent except for the birds that randomly flew by, the flapping of their wings made some feathers slowly fall to the ground – same with the tree you guys were under, its green leaves following a path down the branches to the grass.

Haerin was leaning against the tree enjoying the activity of today’s date: making flower crowns for each other.

Before arriving at the secluded spot you took a walk in the colorful field, taking pictures and smelling the beautiful plants grown over the past years – or decades.

Your love for nature was one of the few things you and your girlfriend had in common, it was able to fuse calmness and wildness. That’s why you’d always opted for a picnic whenever you had the chance to choose.

Technology was the last thing you cared about, in fact, your phones were previously confiscated by the owner of the field, Haerin’s grandpa, and stored inside a box. You trusted him not to lose them.

Without the devices, your walk had begun, sometimes you would hold hands, while others, staying next to each other was enough. 

You felt the grass under your shoes as you walked by, the soft texture made it all better – your girlfriend walked on the path made of those big dark grey rocks, the smooth surface was stable and perfect for Haerin’s liking.

You were always so different but so similar.

During the walk, you came across a low brick wall so you glanced at her, catching her eyes already looking at you.

Haerin held your hand while you climbed on the new plaything you had found; she didn’t let go until you had your feet back down on the grass, hopping off the ‘obstacle’ with a huff.

“I can’t wait to put flowers in your hair.” 

You happily announced, making your intentions clear in case Haerin wanted to back down. Of course that wasn’t happening, she wouldn’t purposely choose to stay away from you. Her girlfriend. Her lover. Her everything.

“Which ones?” 

Her fingers interlocked with yours, now sure you won’t climb on anything else – “I was thinking about daisies, but there are some pink flowers that would suit you too.”

“You can always do the flower crown with the pink ones and put daisies in my hair.”

The words were spoken with so much nonchalance you had to double check if that was really your Haerin.

“Really?” – “What if your hair gets tangled?” 

“Then I’ll use a brush.” 

A gentle, reassuring squeeze of her hand and your ‘what ifs’ stopped overwhelming you, leaving your mind at peace. 

Since when was she so compliant? Usually she would make a fuss about her hair, not wanting them to be touched by anyone or anything. 

But there she was, telling you that you can put flowers in it. 

Your heart swelled with affection… no, it was different. 

You were quite sure the intense feeling that was making your heart beat faster, was in fact, the L word. 

Lesbianism? Nope, love. 

——🌺

Back to the present, your hands were picking pink flowers from the basket next to you, sorting them by color, or better, shade. 

The petals leave a pinkish hue on the end of your fingers, almost as if you had dipped them in paint. 

Haerin was doing the same thing but with multiple flowers, some were pink, others yellow and red. 

You pointed out how she had chosen only primary colors, she smiled, saying it was because you were the primary reason for her happiness. 

Smooth bastard. 

The lack of words spoken, made the activity continue in silence. A comfortable one that none of you dared to break. 

Minutes passed with the two of you sitting together, weaving stems of flowers on top of each other and enjoying the peaceful date.

It wasn’t until minutes later, maybe an hour, that something was placed on your head, it was delicate, you barely felt the weight of it – “I’m done, love.” Haerin said in a soft tone, adjusting the flower crown on your head. 

“Let me see-” You took out your phone, opening the front camera and staring at yourself. 

One, then two minutes passed with your wide eyes and surprised expression. Your girlfriend smiled and rested her chin on your shoulder while her arms wrapped around your waist, gently stroking your sides – “You look like a goddess.”

The phone nearly fell from your hand at the words, so you just lowered your arms and let out an embarrassed whine, hiding yourself against Haerin’s body – She let you have your exaggerated reaction, holding the flower crown just in case: if it fell apart, it meant she wouldn’t be able to see you like that again.

She soothed you, leaving kisses at the top of your head until you calmed down – “Too much?” Her tone was teasing – she knew it was too much, the praise, the moment and her gentleness oh God- 

“No, no… I’m okay.” 

You took a deep breath through your nose and then exhaled from your mouth. 

The flower crown was placed back on your head, Haerin smiled again. “Where’s mine?” She inquired, looking down at the scattered petals next to your legs. 

“About that…” Your expression became apologetic – “I kind of messed up the flowers.”

As your body moved to the side, letting her see the display, she widened her eyes: the red and white polka blanket looked more like a cemetery of flowers; the petals she saw before seemed to have duplicated, laying on the fabric, some were still attached to the almost naked stems.

“They fell apart in my hand, I’m sorry–”

Sadness and shame was obvious in the way you talked and lowered your head, but Haerin didn’t mind the mess at all. If anything, she found it cute and on theme with the whole earthy atmosphere.

“It’s alright, they’re flowers. You still have the daisies to put in my hair.”

Her words brightened the mood and you quickly reached for the basket where you stored flowers. Your head was still adorned by the crown so it was fair to have hers decorated too.

——🌺

Your walk back to the house began once the sun started to set, the lights from the little lanterns placed on the path made it easy not to get lost – As if you and your girlfriend didn’t know the place like the back of your hand already.

Haerin stopped all of a sudden, scribbling something on a piece of paper: the list.

And right then and there, while she had the pen cap in her mouth, you took your chance and snatched the notebook from her hands causing the pen to ruin the paper a little, a long red line drew in the center of the page – “Y/N!”

The loud voice of the usually quiet girl echoed in the woods before silence fell.

“Why– What the-”

She was actually speechless, words didn’t come out even if she wanted to yell, she just couldn’t.

“Sorry, but if you want to follow a list to make me happy, then I won’t let you. Hae, I love you and I love spending time with you, even if it’s a movie night on your couch.” 

Her eyes softened at the words, but her gaze was still upset, guilty. She was feeling stupid for trying too hard.

“I–”

“Wait, let me finish.” – “I know you think I don’t have fun with you, that we’re different and all that – but that’s the reason why this relationship is so important to me, romantically and–”

“I don’t want to lose you. I- Every sigh, every huff you made during our hangouts, they felt like a dagger to my heart. We used to have fun together, I love hearing you laugh and… I… I just– Sorry.”

During her rant, Haerin didn’t realize how closer you got so she actually jumped once your hands touched her cheeks.

“Hae, I liked our stationary and ‘boring’ dates. I feel so relaxed around you that I can’t help but fall asleep. At the same time, we can choose to do something else… baking cookies, playing games. It doesn’t have to do with going out, I don’t want to force you to do things just because you want to make me happy.”

“Okay, I get it… I’ll try, I promise.”

Still feeling the tension between the two of you, and the guilt in Haerin’s tone, you smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. it was soft and pure, but when you pulled back, your girlfriend had a visible red tint on her cheeks.

“I know, but the bare minimum is enough. You’re enough for me, so don’t stress too much.”

After another gentle and loving kiss, you two started to walk back towards the house. Haerin’s head was lost in your previous words – She was enough. 

A new sensation started to flood her heart. For the first time in her life Haerin knew she was free, free to be herself without any expectations; free to be uncomfortable about going out without fearing any judgment; free to love you at her own pace, because you would stay there, waiting.

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SO AMERICAN - Alex Albon.

🌟alex albon x female famous singer reader.

just alex and reader being (again) a pair of cuties who love each other so much.

face claim: olivia rodrigo 😌

warnings: one mention of panic attack, nothing more just pure fluff and humor.

a/n: olivia's grammy dress started it all 🤭, just wanted to do something cute for valentine's day 🩷 idk if it's that great but hope you enjoy it anyway 💙. english is not my first language etc etc.

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souryn: GUTS World Tour starts next weekend: AAAAAAAAAAA 💜💌🦋

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alex_albon: i need abu dhabi to happen real fast so i can come home to you and be anxious about the tour together

souryn: see ladies? get yourselves a boyfriend who will have a panic attack with you at the same time!! 💜

obsessedwithyn: got tickets for opening night babyyyy

sabrinacarpenter: so excited for you babygirl 🩷

imrebeccad: planning to drag carlos to the concert

souryn: excellent queenie

carlossainz55: ....okay?

ynalexchild: see you saturday queen

carmenmmundt: let's go reina!! ❤️

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alex_albon: so proud of you, love you souryn 💜.

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souryn: thank you for being there for me, i love you ❤️

username1: boyfriend of the year

georgerussell63: congrats souryn!!

souryn: thank you george💙

chloealbon: rockstar souryn

souryn: love you ❤️

carlossainz55: amazing show you superstar souryn

souryn: gracias carlitos ✨

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souryn: night one, a dream come true.

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alex_albon: please let the world know i choose that black outfit for you. i want to be recognised.

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username2: interesting picture choice

alexandrasaintmleux: you're amazing sweetheart 💜

obsessedwithyn: mother

ynalexchild: i have concert amnesia i need to relive it

taylorswift: ❤️

carmenmmundt: spectacular ✨

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souryn: grammys little post🖤✨ and we are back to the tour spam tomorrow!!

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alex_albon: that's a beautiful necklace

souryn: STOP IT

alexandrasaintmleux: twin... where have you been?

souryn: nobody knows me like you do!!

username3: oh!?

obsessedwithyn: next year with nominations ma'am

username4: that dress is to die for omg

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alex_albon: life when she has two weeks off before the start of the season 💙

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souryn: hello everyone it's been three days and we've been cuddling non stop because he doesn't let go please help me

alex_albon: why would you expose me like that

username5: she is so pretty oh alex can you fight

carlossainz55: finally no more ' i miss her i feel miserable' texts

alex_albon: blocked

francolapinto: it's expose alex day i guess 🤭

alex_albon: don't you dare

username6: cutie

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sournation: guts world tour you will always be famous !!!

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alex_albon: best show ever

username7: concert of my dreams

souryn: dream team, love you guys 💜✨

obsessedwithyn: my username but with both her and the show, absolutely stunning 😵‍💫

ynalexchild: queen

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souryn: don't mind alex, look at the pretty passenger princess

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username8: im looking respectfully

alex_albon: back off ✋

carmenmmundt: linda linda

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obsessedwithyn: cuties

ynalexchild: always so perfect both of you

username9: couple goals

username10: miss just one chance

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alex_albon: mid season with my favourite person 💙

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williamsracing: OUR favourite person 💙

username11: world touring and she still has time to go to the races?

carlossainz55: lovebirds

sournation: mom and dad?

username12: let's go alex!

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souryn: what do you mean we are wrapping next weekend....???????

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alex_albon: its been ten months sweetheart please come home, the cats miss you

souryn: only the cats miss me?, how dare you

alexandrasaintmleux: time flies when you are the best tour that ever exists

username13: don't you dare finish the tour

taylorswift: planning to be there for closing night ❤

sabrinacarpenter: should I make my way to the stage and kiss you

alex_albon: im sorry what

souryn: she's joking babe

sabrinacarpenter: haha sure

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alex_albon: that's a wrap for souryn, i love watching you doing what you love the most (besides me, i hope😚). congrats to the team and of course to you, i love you very much.

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souryn: im planning to give you my entire soul if you keep this shit up (please keep it up i love you❤)

username14: her face in the first picture...

carlossainz55: congrats souryn!

imrebeccad: so proud of you princess souryn!

geoegerussell63: amazing concert miss souryn

username15: the whole paddock supporting her I'm in tears

obsessedwithyn: im literally crying i want a guts tour 2.0

ynalexchild: parents

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souryn: age seven, random family gathering: I told everyone that one day I would travel around the world with my music. you guys just gave me the most important and surreal experience with the GUTS tour.

I'm still processing what my life looked and felt like these past ten months, thank you from the bottom of my heart. see you very soon 😉💜

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alexandrasaintmleux: 🥹

alex_albon: look at little you 🥺❤️

chloealbon: hannah montana poster you're so real

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carmenmmundt: so proud! ❤

username16: this two pictures side by side just made me cry 😭

obsessedwithyn: "SEE YOU VERY SOON" !?

sournation: we can't have a conversation if it's not all about you queen 😉

obsessedwithyn: what do you knoowww

-texts between alex and yn.

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alex_albon: lovely winter ❄️💜

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souryn: lovely dinner with lovely boyfriend 😍

chloealbon: miss you💙

alex_albon: we saw each other for the holidays

chloealbon: I was talking to HER❗

username17: rest well alex!

username18: that looks delicious

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souryn: so american is yours february 14th. i wrote this song the summer when alex_albon and i first met back in 2022, so this is truly a special one.

hope you have an amazing love season, thank you for everything 🦋💜

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username19: married couple in my books

obsessedwithyn: I KNEW IT KAJDKFKSKD

imrebeccad: so excited!!

sabrinacarpenter: I thought it was about me 😔

alex_albon: 💙💍

username20: if alex doesn't propose then I'm doing it

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alex_albon: it's just not fair of her to make me feel this much 💙💜

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username21: oh my god

souryn: I might just be in lolololove 💜

francolapinto: you're down bad like fr

alex_albon: can you blame me

carcarmenmmundt: can I steal her

alex_albon: no?

ynalexchild: LOOK AT HER!!??

alexandrasaintmleux: im not asking I'm stealing her anyway

alex_albon: im telling charles

alexandrasaintmleux: oh dear he already knows

souryn: 🙊

alex_albon: are you allowing this? @.charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: I gave up mate

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souryn: god im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up 💌

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sabrinacarpenter: pretty pretty

alex_albon: can't get enough of you, love you so much ❤️

obsessedwithyn: i want what they have

username22: match made in heaven

username23: red really is her color

charles_leclerc: stop posting your alex, my alex is crying in a corner

souryn: alex!?😭 @.alexandrasaintmleux

alexandrasaintmleux: leave me alone 😭

[feedback is always appreciated❤ - 12/02 ] - rqsie63

[rhiannonsknife]

hc of yj characters asking fem!reader out for valentines?

— VALENTINE‘S DAY WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS

— it’s february, so valentine’s day is coming up, yellowjackets s3 is coming out, and it’s my birthday month!! if you don’t have a valentine yet, consider this your invitation for us to all be each other’s! 💌

SHAUNA SHIPMAN

৻ꪆ shauna spends weeks rehearsing how she’s going to ask you out for valentine’s day. she writes and rewrites little notes, practices lines in her mirror, and almost talks herself out of it half a dozen times because she’s convinced you’ll say no or think it’s silly. even though you’ve given her zero reason to think that.

৻ꪆ she eventually settles on something lowkey but heartfelt: she spends hours preparing her attic room, decorating it with string lights, candles, and little paper hearts she cut out herself. it’s simple but so intimate, so very her. the effort shauna put in is obvious, and she hopes you see that.

৻ꪆ when you arrive, she’s practically buzzing with nerves, immediately giving herself away. she ushers you up the stairs to her room, watching your face carefully as you take in the space: on her bed, there’s a handwritten letter waiting for you, sealed with a little heart sticker. she insists you read it, standing by your side the whole time. as you read, you notice her mouthing the words. she’s memorized every line.

JACKIE TAYLOR

৻ꪆ jackie is not about to settle for a basic valentine’s day ask. i mean, it’s jackie taylor. she doesn’t do things halfway, especially not when it comes to you.

৻ꪆ while you’re in class, she sneaks out to decorate your locker with perfectly arranged hearts and ribbons (color coordinated, obviously). inside, there’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a handwritten note, and a coupon for ‘one valentines dinner date with jackie taylor’. she delivers the whole thing while casually leaning against the lockers, looking completely unbothered but making sure there’s an audience.

৻ꪆ jackie acts like she’s totally confident (you see right through her from the start), but the second you say yes, that fake composure cracks just a little. she’ll beam at you, maybe brush your hand, and say, “great. pick you up at 7?” on the inside, though, she’s screaming with excitement.

LOTTIE MATTHEWS

৻ꪆ lottie’s approach is definitely gentle and thoughtful!! she decides to ask you out during one of your shared moments of quiet: she invites you over to her house one evening, leading you through the back door to her spacious yard, where twinkling fairy lights are strung between the trees.

৻ꪆ you’re sitting together on a blanket, knees almost touching, when she finally brings it up: “i was thinking,” lottie starts, “i’d really like to spend valentine’s day with you. just us. would that be okay?” shes holding your hands with both of hers, glancing up at you from under her lashes hopefully.

৻ꪆ when you agree, lottie’s face lights up with the softest, happiest smile, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. “i was hoping you’d say yes,” she admits, squeezing your hand before bringing it to her lips for a soft kiss. the rest of the night is spent planning your actual valentine’s date together: nothing too over the top, just something that feels right for the two of you.

NAT SCATORCCIO

৻ꪆ out of all the yellowjackets, nat is the least concerned with valentine’s day…at least, that’s what she tells herself. if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t even think twice about it. but because it’s you, she finds herself secretly stressing over how to ask you out. she wants to do this right. nat spends way too much time trying to come up with the least awkward way to do it, all while telling herself she doesn’t actually care that much. (she totally does)

৻ꪆ after practice, nat catches you outside the locker rooms, leaning against the wall with her hands awkwardly hidden behind her back. “hey,” she says, trying to sound casual. “you doing anything for valentine’s? no? cool. cool, cool, cool. uh- wanna hang out with me? maybe?” it’s simple, direct, and couldn’t be any more nat until she pulls out a slightly crumpled bouquet of roses when you say yes.

৻ꪆ the gesture is so unexpectedly sweet coming from her that you can’t help but grin. before she can fully recover, you lean in and press a quick kiss to her cheek, and nat lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. she stands there for a moment, stunned, before a slow, lopsided smile spreads across her face. “yeah…okay,” she murmurs.

[goldenroutledge]

if tomorrow never comes

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

prompt: ❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜. based on this request.

summary: in which you and carlos drift apart and the tension boils over on your anniversary.

a/n: i’m having so much fun writing these requests! thank you to everyone requesting :)

masterlist || be my valentine blurb event 💌

“When do you think you can be here, Carlos?”

His voice is tight on the other end of the line, knowing that you won’t like the answer. “An hour. Ninety minutes tops.”

You want to scream out and repeat his answer back to him so loudly that he can hear from the balcony of your shared apartment. It’ll let all of Monaco know how ridiculous he sounds. The flight attendant’s presence at the other end of the cabin helps you keep your composure. “And you’re sure that’s it? One hour?”

“Yes cariño, I promise.”

“Don’t call me that when I’m annoyed with you.”

“Can’t help it.” Carlos smiles cheekily, you can hear it in his voice. You can’t help but roll your eyes, feeling that he’s not taking you seriously. Postponing time spent together, sometimes venturing into canceling dates altogether, was becoming too frequent for your liking. But patience had to be your strong suit dating Carlos. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yeah. See you soon.” You end the call abruptly, leaving him to a last minute business meeting while you’re sitting here, awaiting your boyfriend on the private jet he has abandoned. Then again it would only be considered abandoned had he shown up on time to begin with.

He’d returned home from training yesterday exhausted as ever, yet reassured you with the promise that you two would spend a few days on a quiet getaway for your anniversary. Just the two of you, alone together. A trip you’d been planning for weeks now, with the need to make it an anniversary you’d always remember. If getting away was what it took to get Carlos to relax again, to be with you free of any distractions from work, you’d do that.

Carlos regards his career with a dedicated spirit, diligently organizing his schedule to make sure nothing falls between the cracks. His training, his sponsorships, his future at Williams… As badly as he feels to leave you waiting, duty calls. A last minute Zoom meeting with a new sponsor held him back at the apartment for longer than he anticipated. While most people have already resigned themselves to the fact that they can’t have it all, Carlos Sainz is not most people. He’ll either have everything, or die trying. It’s one of the many traits you love about him. Your heart aches at the thought of it being what tears you apart.

“Champagne?” The flight attendant offers you the drink, one of two that was meant for your celebratory toast with Carlos to kick off your anniversary trip.

“Thank you, it’s been a long day.” The flight attendant gives you a sympathetic smile, watching you down the drink with no effort. If this keeps up, it’ll be a long weekend too.

–

Once Carlos finally joins you on the plane, his ask for forgiveness is difficult to deny. He brought you a bouquet of flowers so large they took up their own seat on the plane, and he hadn’t stopped showering you with love since he arrived. Something about making up for lost time, he’d mumbled into your ear when you questioned his overwhelming affection. The colors of the flowers tied in beautifully with your outfit; Carlos was sure to capture it with a few photographs.

His attention to detail was another thing that you loved about him, it drew you in everytime. When you’re together like this, free of the outside noise, you wish it could last forever. Always on the other end of the phone or outside the airplane window is something ready to whisk him away. Ideally, an anniversary spent with him would consist of a lazy morning making breakfast together, simply basking in each other’s company.

His company was hard to enjoy when you were barely experiencing it, now sitting alone at your anniversary dinner hours later. Your mood turned sour when Carlos excused himself to take a call, walking away from the table before you had a chance to express your distaste. The tension that had been simmering between you two was bound to bubble over once again as Carlos returned to your table with a guilty look, phone to his ear as he ended his call with his cousin/manager.

You didn’t bother to look up, taking your anger out on your meal instead, poking and prodding the food with your silverware. It was a delicious meal that did nothing to deserve a brutal assault by fork and knife, ruining its picturesque presentation.

“Mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“Did you know that the more you say those words, the more they lose their significance each time?”

He sighs, running a stressed hand through his dark hair. “You know the kind of pressure that I’m under right now, cariño. How much this year has worn on me in general. Please, I just need you to be a little more-”

“Understanding? Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.” You cut him off harshly, and the look you give him across the table is worth flinching from.

“You have. And I feel terrible, but it won’t last forever.” He attempts to soothe your worries, reaching for your hand. You don’t accept or deny his touch, you’re just still. It sends a shiver down his spine.

“You’re right, Carlos. It won’t last forever. You’ll make sure of it.”

“What do you mean by that? You think we’re going to break up?”

“I’m saying that if you don’t make time to nurture our relationship, there won’t be a relationship left! I’ve been here, Carlos. For you, for us, while juggling my own life and career, so don’t tell me it’s impossible. There was a time when you balanced it all before, when you weren’t working yourself to the bone because you decided you have something more to prove to the world.”

“I’m trying to balance everything, but it’s not always going to be smooth sailing. You know it’s not easy.”

“I know it’s not. I don’t need it to be, but I miss the days when you felt like our relationship was worth making time for. When I wasn’t the last of your priorities.”

“Maybe I miss the days when you understood that I’m not always going to be available for you 24/7.” Carlos rants, feeling defensive at how this time, the gloves are off, you’re finally letting Carlos feel the weight of the burden you’ve been carrying– loving enough for the two of you. Your pounding heart reminds you that it’s impossible to carry on like this. Something has to give. “Do you realize how much time I’m spending away from training to be with you? Is that not making time for our relationship?”

Tears prick your eyes in frustration, the air suddenly feeling warmer than before. Your nervous system begs you to get out of there, to leave the conversation before either of you say something you’ll regret. If it hasn’t been said already. “You still don’t get it, do you? I don’t even need any of this! I just want you! I remember the days when that wasn’t too much to ask for.”

Your hand has long dropped his, and Carlos’ eyes widen in panic as he watches you move out of your chair. “Amor, stay. Please, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Confliction moves through you like a strike of lightning, torn between staying to talk it through or taking a moment of space, after pouring out the feelings you’d spent so much time locking away. The last straw is when your waiter approaches your table, holding a small cake in his hands. On the top of it is a picture of you and Carlos together on your first anniversary, more content and in love than ever. A candle burns on the cake and wax melts down the sides, resembling the tears that wish to fall. Carlos’ eyes plead with guilt, begging you to stay and forget. Smile and pretend that right now, you’re still that happy couple printed on the cake.

Instead, you throw your napkin to your plate. “I need some air.”

–

Carlos watches you go, he doesn’t stop you. A timeout will do you both some good right now. He tries to tell himself that it’s not that bad. Couples fight. But he sits there, sullen, knowing that he’s fucked up this time. His heart burns as he stares at the picture of you two on the cake. It’s unbearable, and that little surprise he orchestrated now feels like a pointed joke at his expense. He blows out the candle and the light goes out. But closing his eyes won’t help his fear of the dark. Even he can’t run from this.

He finds you outside of the restaurant, sitting on a bench, staring down into the renewing waters of the fountain. It’s mesmerizing, the way you can drown in the sight and get lost in the calming sound. He slides his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just have a lot on my plate. But that’s no excuse to put our relationship on the backburner. I’m so, so sorry.” Carlos presses a chaste kiss to your temple, and feels comforted by how you subtly lean into his space. It’s a step. “I love you, and I’m going to listen to you. I want to make this better because there’s not a life for me without you in it. I need you, cariño. I want to be with you, always.”

“I’ve felt so disconnected from you lately and being here on our anniversary, reminded of all the happier times we’ve shared, I just… that scares me. I’m scared we won’t get back there if there’s any more distance between us.”

“I should’ve seen it sooner. The truth is, I am able to do what I do because you’re always there. You support me when things are up, when they’re down. When I lost my seat, when I got sick with appendicitis, when I won races… you’re there for it all. I took you for granted thinking that I could give everything I have to my career, when it’s you who deserves it.”

“You do give it everything, but I think you’ve lost sight of things a little bit. Usually you give me everything you have too, I mean the little cake with us on it… I love that you did that for me, Carlos. I’m only so upset because I love you too.”

Those words haven’t stopped echoing in his mind. He swears he’ll engrave them into his brain forever, as long as you’re happy. “Maybe I have been overcompensating a little bit, feeling pressure to make things perfect in my career. The year has been difficult, but I couldn’t have gotten through without you.”

You kiss his cheek, warming up to his affectionate words. He’s sincere, he truly means them. “You’re more than enough, Carlos. Just the way you are. Weathering the storm isn’t always easy but there’s nobody else I’d rather be with either.”

“Can we start over?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

“I have an idea. Should I throw my phone into the fountain, cariño? You’ll have my undivided attention for days.”

“Tempting, but no. Keep your phone dry, my love. Would you be opposed to going back to the villa? Enjoying the rest of the night in?”

Carlos wiggles his brows, as he recognizes that familiar glint in your eyes. One that shimmers with hope and longing. “We do have a pretty sweet cake being boxed up as we speak.”

“Maybe we can light the candle again? I promise I won’t leave the room this time.” Your hearts soar at the thought of blowing out your candle together, hands held as you make a new promise to each other. The past years together have been bliss and the rainbows have always shined through the cloudy skies. The next years together, you will wish for the same and even more.

“Anything for you, cariño. Happy Anniversary.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you with no choice but to cup his jaw and bring your lips to his. The cool breeze outside is no match for either of you– you’ve got your love to keep you warm.

“Happy Anniversary, Carlos.”

💌: thanks for reading! reblogs & comments are very much appreciated :)

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[lavenders388]

hwang in-ho x reader pls!

~The Type Of Guy~

𐙚⋆°🦢｡⋆♡ Hwang In Ho x Reader

requested 💌

<3 the type of guy who always spoils you! he obviously has a lil bit of moneyyy being the frontman of this huge monopoly of large bets and beneficiaries; but regardless of that he loves to show his love and appreciation for you buy gift giving and even doing things like payer your rent/car payment or other bills, just so you don't have to!

<3 the type of guy to love to travel with you! this is going off the #rich themes he loves to take you on lavish trips to places you and him have been wanting to go to. an all expenses paid type trip! picture fancy all-inclusive resorts, shopping trips every place you go to, buying out whole floors of hotels so nobody can even think about bothering the two of you! you guys definitely have a vacation home or two in your favorite places to visit!

<3 the type of guy who loves planning intricate dates and outings for you. definitely does like scavenger hunts and just overall really really meticulously planned out dinners or shopping dates for you! not even specifically for anniversaries or valentines day or anything, this man does it like, once a week at the least.

<3 the type of guy who wants to settle down with you, but not super soon. he loves experiencing his rather unconventional life with you by his side and doesn't expect to be interested in that changing any time soon. he loves that he has someone who he can be himself around; including showing you the sides of his life nobody else gets to see.

<3 the type of guy who really wants to introduce you to his family. i think he gets really upset knowing he'll most likely never get to bring you home to his mother or brother. he accepts its just a side effect of the life he chooses to live.

<3 the type of guy who spares no effort or expense to keep you safe. he hires more security after meeting you, more people to keep you safe especially when you come with him to the island and integrate yourself more in his business life. he worries that someone will try and use you to get to him; and will do anything in his power (which is a lot) to prevent that.

<3 the type of guy to want to marry you as soon as possible. he never thought that with his line of work that he would ever find someone willing to be with him, let alone someone so special and perfect. he is so grateful for you everyday and wants to never fail at showing that.

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[operationlove]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Operation Love❣️

I had you guys vote on what you wanted to see and Sonadow won! (what?? you want to see sonadow art from the sonadow comic?? 🤨? /j) Thanks again everyone for sticking around, and happy valentines day! 💝

Operation Love will return to posting on Wednesdays NEXT WEEK! See you here again on February 19th 💌