#and have it picked out and ready to be ordered

[goldsbitch]

Home is where Dad's car is

One of Lando's twins dramatically announces she's running away from home. This turns his afternoon into a Monaco rescue mission.

this is inspired by a comment from @ynbutbetter on the Blink Once story and me completely misreading it

warning: none, domestic, light-hearted stand alone part of Norris Family Polaroids

Jumping back into work again has been a relief and burden at the same time. The ten-year-old twins are relentless and Y/N, with all the help she had due to Lando's comfortable financial situation, wanted to be part of both motherhood and career as much as she could.

She's received a lot of strange emails in her life. This one is about to rule them all.

From: Olivia Norris To: Mom & Dad CC: (no one, because traitors exist)

Subject: I Am Leaving. Do Not Try to Stop Me.

Dear Mother and Father,

by the time you read this, I will be gone. Away forevr. Please do not be sad (I know this will be difficult).

I have thought long and hard about this decision—at least ten whole minutes—and I have realized that I can no longer stay. I love you both (most of the time but Dad you really made me sad this time) but I have to follow my own path now

Do not try to find me.

Tell Maya that she is now the oldest child. This is a great responsibility. I hope she is ready.

Stay strong in my absence. -Olivia

Speed dial - Lando - and then two times more, since the Husband of the Year can't seem to pick up his phone. A text pops up after Lando reclines the call.

We're streaming, is it urgent?

Y/N knows this automatic message all too damn well. No matter how many years him and Max F. managed to pile up, streaming video games time stayed like a sacred constant. It's great when the husband has a hobby. It's not so great when it ends up in him losing one of the kids in the meantime.

She texts him back. Headache. That's what being a mother of two kids and married to an overgrown child is on a typical Wednesday afternoon is.

//

Lando is having a great time. Snack in front of him, controller in hand, headset on—he's in his zone. He's been carrying Max Fewtrell through a game for the past hour, and despite his teammate's absolute lack of skill, it's been a solid session. A nice off season afternoon.

"Bro, you're literally throwing," Max groans through the headset as his in-game character spectacularly fails to complete a simple task.

Lando snickers, eyes glued to the screen. "Nah, mate, you're just bad. Hold on, I gotta—oh, for f—" His phone vibrates on the table, lighting up with Y/N’s name.

He glances at it, sees the call, and immediately ignores it. Another call. Decline.

Third time. Decline again.

He hits the automatic reply. Y/N's reply is instant. CHECK YOUR EMAIL NOW

Lando frowns. What could possibly be so urgent that it requires an email check? His brain cycles through possibilities:

-Y/N booked them another family trip he forgot about. -She ordered something expensive and wants to justify it. -The school sent one of those "Just letting you know" emails about how the twins "express themselves too boldly" (which, in Lando’s opinion, is code for being just like him).

Still, an email? Seems excessive. Whatever. He'll check it.

"Oi, Max, gimme a sec," Lando muttera and opens his inbox app. He scrolls past junk mail, a McLaren PR update, some random sponsorship inquiry—ah, there.

Subject: I Am Leaving. Do Not Try to Stop Me.

Lando snorts. Classic Olivia. Then he reads the first line.

By the time you read this, I will be gone. Away forevr.

…Okay. He keeps reading. His eyebrows start to furrow.

I love you both (most of the time, but Dad, you really made me sad this time), but I have to follow my own path now

His stomach drops.

Wait. What?

Do not try to find me.

Lando launches forward in his chair, suddenly wide awake. Is this for real? He just saw her few minutes ago in their bedroom. Well, might have been like an hour at this point.

Panic is setting rent free in his brain. "Oi, Max—stream's over," he blurts out, shutting the game down.

"Huh? What? We're in the middle of a match!" is the last he hears of him. Lando kills the stream without another word. Email...His daughter has reached the point of sending him emails now. Parenting, it never stops surprising him. His hands fly over his phone as he immediately calls Y/N. She picks up before the first ring even finishes.

"Lando," she says, already exasperated.

"Remember when I said the girls are too young for emails?" he starts, trying to wrap his head around this.

"Lando, they need one for school, this is not up for discussion. But don't get sidetracked - any clue where she is right now?"

He's already on his way to the kids bedroom, wishing they'd bought a smaller apartment. "I'm checking now," he blurts out, trying to keep as much of his anxiety locked in. It's fine, probably nothing.

"I though you brought them home directly after school?" his wife asks and Lando is grateful that there is not a single drop of blame directed towards him. Team players. It was part of their vows and one of the most important aspects of their relationship.

"I did, we just made a quick stop at the mall to get some sweets and then we were off. No spoiling!" he retortes before Y/N has a chance to go on her usual don't-buy-them-things-just-because-they-ask rant. The fact that his wife does not laugh or comment suggests she's had enough time to bury herself in doubts about Olivia already.

Finally, he's at the girl's door, which eerily half-open. A rare instance since the time the twins managed to win over the right to owning a key to their own bedroom few months ago.

He steps in, carefully, phone still at his ear. "Maya?" The objectively calmer and less hot-headed daughter is sitting on her bed, unbothered and uninterested.

"What?" she replies without looking away from her game. It makes Lando bit infuriated, but he knows he's hardly the one to say anything about this topic.

"Maya, where is your sister?" he asks, loudly enough so that Y/N can also hear him.

Not even a glance. "Dunno."

Lando stares at her. "What do you mean, dunno?"

"She said she was running away." Tap, tap, swipe. Maya shrugs. "So I let her."

"You LET HER?!"

Maya finally looks up, confused and surprised by the change of tone. "Yeah? She was being dramatic. Again."

Lando runs fingers through his hair. "Maya, you’re supposed to STOP her from doing stuff like this!"

Maya shrugs. "She was really committed. Packed a bag and everything."

Lando’s brain short-circuits. His ten-year-old daughter ran away. And he didn’t even notice. He hears Y/N sigh heavily over the phone. "I’ll start calling around. You start looking for our child."

Lando, still in mild shock: "Right. Yes. Good plan."

First, he searches the whole apartment, every cabinet, every spot he remembers the kids using during their plays of hide and seek. He's not sure whether he's more mad at Liv, for bolting, or at Maya for being so chill about it. After few minutes, it's obvious, Olivia is not home. He calls the concierge. Nothing. How could they possibly miss a child strolling around with packed bag?

He retraces their steps back. Pick up at the school—short ride over to the small mall—they stopped at a bakery, looked in few shop windows, Lando had them give their opinions on few bracelet designs (The plan is to get everyone in the family one with a different stone color. It's a surprise for Y/N and the girls know it. A family gift, so technically not spoiling anyone.)—then they got home and Lando started streaming. What exactly made Liv run away? Flash of guilt washes him over. Did he say something mean? Maybe he should have called off the stream today. Is he being a bad father? Well, he is, he figures. His child ran away and sent an email specifically mentioning his name. Oh, god. Suddenly, he's regretting being the one to shut down the idea of having their kid's location on at all times. At the time, he argued since they're in Monaco, there wasn't a big probability of anything bad happening to them. Everyone knows everyone. He forgot to count in the fact his kids might one day have a mind of their own. He just wanted to give them some form of freedom.

Lando grabs his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts, heart pounding. Okay. Where would Olivia go? Who enables her nonsense? Who has snacks?

Who would let her rant dramatically without asking too many questions? He dials the first name that makes sense.

Max Verstappen pick up immediately. "Nope, she's not here, Y/N already called. Nice one though, how can you lose a child that loud?" Lando groans, this being the second time he's been beaten by one his family members today. "I didn't lose her, she left."

"Ah, so you’ve been out-parented by a ten-year-old?" he comments, like it's no big deal at all.

"Thanks Max, helpful as always. Let me know if you see her."

"Of course." Lando hangs up immediately.

He hopes he's the first one to call Oscar.

"Hey, Lando. What's up?" he's welcomed with moderately disinterested tone.

"Have you seen Olivia?" Lando blurts out, fighting the passage of time.

"Um. No? Not lately? Should I have?"

He figures that if she's been sitting on his couch right now, Oscar would probably not even notice. "Nah...She sort of ran away few minutes ago. She can't be far, but like..."

"Yeah, that's not good."

Lando thinks about finding new friends. "Excellent observation. Well, let me know if she shows up at your doorstep."

"Will do. Check the school? Maybe she went back?"

If Lando knows one thing, it's that wherever his daughter, his carbon copy, is, it's not back at school.

"Thanks. Once she shows up, I’m grounding her forever."

"Might not be the best way to convince her to come home, mate."

Lando hangs up after the unsolicited advice. He's getting desperate, so he starts dialing random people who are in Monaco. Carlos - does not pick up. His usual contacts end up being either completely useless or actively making the situation worse.

At this point, he's calling anyone in Monaco who might have even the slightest clue where Olivia could be.

And then - a message. Text from Carlos. Mate, drop everything and come by.

Eyes still glued to the text, his brain short-circuiting over Carlos’ cryptic message, and then the phone rings again. Y/N. He barely has time to process before he picks up.

"Tell me you found her." No greeting, no buildup—just straight to business. Lando rubs a hand down his face. "No. But Carlos just texted me. Told me to come over."

A pause. Then, suspicion. "Why?" "I don’t know." Lando waves a hand at the message like she can see it. "He just said ‘it's important.’"

There’s a beat of silence. He can practically hear Y/N narrowing her eyes. "That’s weird," she mutters. "I just called the school again—nothing. Also checked a few cafés, just in case."

Lando starts pacing the living room, running through possibilities. "And?"

"Guess twice." He hears her sigh. "She's not at her friends' houses either. At this point, unless she's living in the canals like some kind of feral child, I have no idea where she'd go."

Lando groans, dragging a hand through his hair. "I'm going to Carlos'."

Another pause. Then, firmly: "Okay. But if Carlos doesn't have her, we're calling the police. What if...." She does not dare to finish the thought and it's just then when Lando starts properly getting worried. Many crazy people are obsessed with him and in extension, his family. He does not dare to even imagine what could happen.

Lando exhales. "Yeah. Agreed." They hang up.

He stares at his phone for half a second longer, then grabs his keys and rushes for the door.

//

He's putting his shoes on when Maya's voice cut through the hallways, her tone all shy and contrasting her previous sassy responses. "Is she going to be alright?" Lando turns around to see the image of pure innocence, worried little ten-year-old, who looks a little too small for this world. A smile forms on his face, even though it does not match his current mood at all.

"Come here, honey," he gestures and waits for Maya to run over to his embrace. She hugs his legs and in return, he pats her head. "Of course. We will find her and it will all be fine."

"I'm sorry I let her go..." she apologizes and Lando is surprised that there are no tears in her eyes, given the sorrow expressed in her voice.

"I'm happy you're saying that," he replies, grateful to be spared of one parent lecture today. "Do you have any idea where she might be?" He searches for any hint of a clue in her face, but it's all blank as she shakes he head.

"She said she's going home. And then left."

Even though this does not help him at all, he nods understandingly, slowly letting go of Maya and reaching for his jacket. "And do you know why?" Guilt must be written all over his face. He had been too reckless, too focused on other things and neglecting his kids.

Maya's soft voice provides an answer, that opens up more questions. "She was upset about the bracelet. Said it was too much."

This stops his actions. "What?" Lando frowns, trying to wrap his head around whether his daughter entering some sort of preteen leftist phase. Aren't kids suppose to like things? Maya simply shrugs her shoulders, her face mimicking her father's. "You know how she is sometimes..."

Yes, he knows. Stubborn, hot-headed and in a world of her own. Once again, like a sarcastic mirror he has to look at everyday, to get reminded of his own mishaps. Maya, the somewhat more innocent, less conniving one, stares at him, as if he has all the answers. He just grabs his keys, reassures her once more and orders her to protect the house. It's an old trick that still seems to be working on her. It's clear though his kids are growing up faster and faster. More complex tactics will be needed. In order to prevent future runaway moments.

//

He's making sure to scan every street he passes by on the way to his ex-teammate's house. It would make sense for Olivia to be at his place, since out of all their family friends, Carlos lives the closest. And, Maya mentioned she's going home. So, unless she's on her way all the way back to visit grandma in England, this seems like the next best thing.

Lando is on edge and the elevator is being annoyingly slow. His daughter is missing, his brain is on fire, and he has exactly zero leads.

And yet—Carlos Sainz opens the door like Lando just showed up for a casual chat session.

"Finally," Carlos says, grabbing Lando by the sleeve and pulling him inside without a single question. "I need your help with something."

Lando blinks. "Carlos, what—"

Carlos does not wait. He marches toward the kitchen, muttering to himself while swiping through something on his phone.

"This is serious. I've been trying to decide this all morning," Carlos continues, completely unaware of Lando's rapidly declining mental state. "I need an outside perspective."

Lando follows, confused, frustrated, and five seconds away from yelling. "Carlos, I don't have time—"

Carlos spins around dramatically. "Should I grow a beard?"

Lando stares. "What?" Carlos gestures at his own face. "A beard. Do I grow one? Or will it look stupid?"

Lando rubs a hand down his face. "Carlos, I do not have time for this right now—" "But it's an important decision!" Carlos argues, like his life depends on it. "A beard changes a man, Lando. I need to know before I commit! I've been craving some change lately and this seems like a good step.“

Lando lets out a deep, slow breath. "Carlos." He almost makes it sound like a threat.  Carlos finally notices something is off. His brow furrows. "What's wrong with you?" "My child ran away,“ Lando deadpans and crosses his arms. 

Carlos blinks. "Oh."

There’s a pause. Then, his eyes widen. "Oh!"

"Yes!" Lando gestures wildly. "That’s why I’m here! I thought maybe she came to you—" Carlos gasps, like he’s just uncovered a great conspiracy.

"She’s on a boat."

"...What?" Carlos nods, suddenly deep in thought. "Sí. It makes sense." Lando shakes his head. "No. It does not."

Carlos, ignoring him entirely: "When I was a small child, I often ran away when I was unhappy with my parents. I would go to the sea. The sea is mysterious. The sea is freedom. And Olivia knows that, I remember telling her.“ Lando pinches the bridge of his nose. Why, pray tell, would his friends instruct his children to ran away from home. "Well, thank you for that. Carlos, the sea is also full of very real dangers." Carlos waves him off. "Oh wait no - it was Maya," he says, like that solves the problem. "So, never mind."

"You do realize the girls talk to each other, constantly sharing bad ideas, right?" Lando snaps, unable to comprehend how quickly his calm afternoon had turned so sour. "Please, refrain from giving them bad ideas from now on, thank you." "Ay, cabron, come on. She’s just probably sitting on a yacht somewhere. You know how many boats there are in Monaco?"

Lando does, unfortunately, know. Too many. Way too many.

Carlos is nodding to himself now, fully convinced. "Come on. We go to the harbor, check a few docks. Maybe yell her name a few times—"

"I am not yelling my daughter’s name across Monaco like a lunatic—"

Carlos grins. "I will do it."

Lando groans. "We are not going to the harbor." Carlos tilts his head. "You sure? Because I think—" Lando’s phone buzzes, saving him from this tragedy of a conversation. He glances at the screen. His manager. Since he does not have a time for a lecture on not missing meetings just because they're on Zoom–just like he is missing one right now–he hits decline and puts this on future Lando to deal with.

Then—a text.

Lando. We found your daughter.

He freezes. Carlos immediately notices. "What? What happened?" Lando, staring at his phone in disbelief, exhales sharply. "They found her." Carlos claps his hands together, triumphant. "On a boat!" Lando glares. "Not on a boat!" Carlos snaps his fingers, looking genuinely disappointed. "Damn. That would’ve been so good."

Lando ignores him, already texting Y/N. Because wherever Olivia is, she’s about to get the lecture of a lifetime.

And if Carlos mentions boats one more time, Lando is never speaking to him again. One intrusive thought enters his brain before he gets to dialing his manager. A beard–there is probably nothing worse Carlos could do to destroy his look so quickly and efficiently. Lando turns towards him. "I think a beard is an excellent idea. You should do it," he says, pretending to take this seriously. A small revenge for his best friend feeding his kids ideas about running away from home. A wide smile grows on the Spaniard's face and he squeezes Lando's shoulder. "Knew it. Thanks, mate!" Lando nods a little too enthusiastically.

//

Home is where the heart is. Some say home is where your story begins. Others say it’s not a place, but a person. For Olivia Norris apparently, for her, it's a place where they sell luxury cars, keep a an endless stock of hoodies with her father's name and probably walk around her on eggshells. Because while most kids would run away to a friend’s house or a secret fort in the woods, Lando's child—his stubborn, dramatic, terrifyingly smart child—ran away to the McLaren showroom.

And honestly? He would have never seen that coming.

He's used to people rushing to take selfies with him whenever he's on the main streets of Monaco, so it's not much of a surprise that when he parks in front of the McLaren showroom, he's circled by enthusiastic fans immediately. Honestly, right now, when he's searching for his runaway child, having visual proof of this afternoon is the last thing he needs. Sadly, he understands that making a scene and refusing would bring even more attention online. Five photos later, he finally gets to enter inside.

It's not like Lando goes around to roam around McLaren stores on his free days, unless PR obligations order him too. His presence would raise eyebrows and freeze employees even on a regular day, without his daughter taking a refuge there. It's obvious from the moment he steps in - all the staff members are on edge, holding their phones like weapons to use to call supervisors and doing a bad job at pretending everything is fine. He walks in and awkwardly waits for the frontman to approach him.

"Mr. Norris," he speaks, barely hiding his nervousness. "I believe you'd want to speak to the manager?" Lando just nods and gives him one angry smile. If there is one thing he's not in the mood for, it's speaking in corporate codes.

"Sure," he says and swiftly walks away.

The front desk employee looks like he’s preparing for battle. Lando watches as the poor guy takes a deep breath, straightens his shoulders, and puts on his best customer service smile before cautiously approaching. "Mr. Norris," the man greets, voice a little too high-pitched. Lando tilts his head. "Let me guess," he says, folding his arms. "You have a small, dramatic, ten-year-old hiding somewhere in here?" The employee lets out a nervous chuckle. "Well… we wouldn't say hiding, exactly."

Lando raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"She, uh…" The man glances at his coworkers for support, but they all pretend to be very busy. He clears his throat. "She told us she works here now. Said that Zak Brown himself approved it.“

Lando closes his eyes for a moment. Has this person never talked to a lying child before? 

Of course she did.

"And you… just let her?"

The employee start looking scared. "Um, well, we were not sure how to proceed. She was very convincing."

Lando pinches the bridge of his nose. "Where is she?"

The man gestures toward the back of the store, where the more exclusive merch is displayed. "She, uh… had us set up a 'desk.'" This is a new level, even for her. "She what?" The employee nods gravely. "Sir, she brought a clipboard." That actually stuns him into silence for a second. Then, before he can even process it, he hears it—

A tiny but authoritative voice from behind the display racks. "Excuse me, sir! Can I interest you in our new McLaren papaya collection?" Lando whips his head around. And there, seated behind a neatly arranged stack of McLaren hoodies, holding a clipboard and looking entirely unbothered…

Is Olivia.

His runaway daughter.

His child.

He watches her talking to a grown man, ignoring his minor confusion and doing what could be only described as skillfully pitching this specific line of merch. No shame or hesitance. Just as she almost has this man trying on a bright orange hoodie, Lando decides to step in and intervene. 

"This shade of papaya," she says smoothly, flipping a page on her clipboard for dramatic effect, "It is the best color, because it’s the brightest one. It will make you stand out like no one else."

The man, who clearly only came in for a casual browse, now looks deeply invested. He nods thoughtfully, holding the hoodie up to his chest. "You think it suits me?"

Olivia tilts her head, analyzing him like she’s Zak Brown finalizing a sponsorship deal. "Absolutely. You give off McLaren energy." The man looks genuinely touched. And that is when Lando decides enough is enough. "Olivia Norris," he calls out, voice firm, authoritative, and 100% Dad Mode. His daughter freezes mid-sale. Her eyes go wide. The poor customer looks between them, clearly confused. A second later, he’s got the star-struck face on, probably finally recognizing Lando, who steps forward, hands on his hips. Glances apologetically at the man and gives his full attention to his daughter. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Olivia plasters on a casual smile, like she wasn't just caught selling merch to a stranger in an attempt to start a new life.

"Uh, working?" she tries, tucking the clipboard against her chest like that makes it official.

Lando raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

She nods, fully committing. "Mhm. First day on the job. Big things happening for me." "Liv,“ he speaks a warning, the fact they’re out in public with interested witnesses working in her favor.  She holds up a finger, turning back to the man. "One second, sir, my old manager's here." Lando nearly chokes. "I'm your father." "Same thing," she shrugs. Lando blinks at her. Then, at the clipboard. Then, back at her. "Pack it up," he says, gesturing toward the exit. "Your shift is over." Olivia sighs dramatically. "Does this mean I don’t get paid?"

"Olivia."

"Fine," she huffs, setting the clipboard down like this is a tragic career-ending moment. Lando turns to the man, who still looks entirely too amused. "Sorry about that," he sighs. The man chuckles. "No worries. She’s good." He pauses, then holds up the hoodie. "I am gonna buy this, though." Lando groans. Of course she made a sale. As Olivia grins proudly, clearly aware she's the winner this afternoon, Lando grabs her by the shoulders and steers her toward the door, preparing for the conversation of a lifetime. He waves apologetically at the store employees, who are all trying very hard to pretend like they're not watching them.

They walk out from the store, calmly and collected. He's carrying the bag she must have packed and questions her planning skills, as the bag seems to be full of dresses and random selection of snacks. After all, even with the stunt he's just seen, ultimately. he is grateful that authorities didn't need to get involved in this. He guides Olivia to his car, opens the door and makes sure she’s locked in before he starts the car. 

He’s driving home smoothly, monitoring her face in all the mirrors available. Dark sunglasses she put on probably to prove a point hide her eyes, but the body language betrays her. She's upset and while he does share her emotion and has to fight his urge to start his lecture about safety, fans and most importantly, not running away from home, he decides to do the adult thing and sets his goal on figuring out the cause of this all. 

"So. Running away from home, huh?" he asks and tries to keep his tone as casual as possible. No reaction. Fine. "Your mom and I were really worried. Maya too, by the way," he tries to play it on the more emotional side. It's only when he mentions Maya, that Olivia shifts uncomfortably. Lando notices the slight movement immediately. A tiny shrug in her shoulders, like the weight of what she did is finally sinking in.

Good. She should feel a little guilty.

Still, she says nothing, arms crossed tightly over her chest, the ridiculous slightly oversized sunglasses making her look far too dramatic for a ten-year-old.

Lando sighs, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

"She thought you might be gone forever, you know," he adds, throwing a quick glance at Olivia through the rearview mirror. "She even got promoted to ‘oldest child.’ Big responsibility."

That gets him something—a twitch at the corner of her mouth. He presses on. "And I don't know if you realize this," he continues, keeping his voice light yet firm, "but your ‘home’ today was a McLaren store. Not even the factory, Liv. A store."

Olivia adjusts her sunglasses like a celebrity avoiding paparazzi. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Lando raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

She shrugs. "Well. You always say that McLaren is your home. And if it's yours, why could it not be mine?“ 

Lando’s heart sinks and he’s not sure whether he's proud to know Olivia listens to what he says or if he's terrified of the strange, most likely unhealthy, relationship his kid is developing towards a global corporation. "I do say that, you're right. But there is a difference between a job and a home. It’s a...Different kind of home,"  he says it and wonders if anyone had ever told him that when he was young. 

Olivia seems to be deeply in her own thoughts. "I'm sure some of the employees would take me in."

Lando scoffs. "Oh, well, in that case—fantastic life decision."

A small huff. "Better than where I was gonna go."

Lando narrows his eyes. "And where exactly was that?"

Silence. If she says "a boat", Lando's going to convince Carlos to also shave his hair off. He waits, watching her in the mirror, not pushing—just letting the silence do the work. And after a few moments, Olivia finally caves, shifting in her seat.

Surprisingly, she ignores his question entirely. "You and Mom were gonna put braces on me so you could tell me and Maya apart."

Lando almost swerves into the wrong lane. "Wait, what?!" He glances at her, then back at the road. "Braces?"

Olivia nods solemnly. "I heard you. In the store. You said it will be easier," she says, sounding genuinely disturbed. Then, her childlike anger builds up. "But, I don’t even have all my adult teeth in! It sounds dangerous, dad! Also - why would you and mom need them too? Do you realize everyone is going to laugh at our family?"

Lando stares straight ahead, completely dumbfounded. For a second, his brain refuses to process this level of nonsense.

Braces. BRACES?!

Of all the things she could've misheard, this is what led to her dramatic escape?

"Olivia." He exhales, shaking his head. "I said bracelets. I was getting us bracelets. Matching ones, with different colors, so that other people won’t mix you and Maya up so much, I know how you hate it."

There’s a beat of silence. Then, Olivia slowly lowers her sunglasses. "...Bracelets?"

"Bracelets," Lando confirms, dead serious.

More silence.

Then—a quiet, barely-there mutter:

"...Oh."

Lando lets out the loudest, most exhausted sigh of his life. "Oh?" he repeats, glancing at her in disbelief. "OH?! You ran away because of a bracelet misunderstanding?!"

Olivia slouches further into her seat. "I was not going to let that happen to me."

Lando pinches the bridge of his nose. "Liv. If you just asked—"

"You said not to tell mom!“ she interrupts, as if this is somehow his fault.

Lando groans. "That's not the point!"

"I panicked!"

"You panicked? So instead of clarifying, you packed a bag full of dresses and snacks and started a career in retail?!"

Olivia crosses her arms again, defensive. "It was a solid plan."

Lando lets out a short, incredulous laugh. "Liv, it was the worst plan."

She pouts. "It worked for a while."

Lando tilts his head. "Did it?"

"...No."

"Exactly."

A long pause.

Then, softly: "Maya really thought I was leaving forever?"

Lando nods. "Yeah. She acted all chill about it, but I could tell she was worried."

Olivia twists the hem of her hoodie, suddenly looking much smaller than before. "...I didn't mean to scare her."

Lando softens.

"I know," he says, glancing at her in the mirror again. "And I know you like being independent, but Liv—" He sighs. "You don’t need to run away over stuff like this. Just talk to me, okay?"

She nods slowly, still fiddling with her hoodie. "...Okay."

"And maybe next time, instead of running away, just... go to your room dramatically like a normal ten-year-old?"

Olivia snorts. "No promises." Lando chuckles, shaking his head.

This kid.

They pull into the driveway, and Olivia takes off her sunglasses, letting out a deep breath.

"Hey, Dad?" Lando raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?" She smirks. "Did you bring my clipboard?" Lando laughs, unlocking the car. "You're grounded."

//

"So, you're telling me Liv ran away because of no reason?" Y/N asks for the third time, as she sits across from her husband and two suspiciously quiet children.

Lando's got his PR smile on, it's clear as a day. When and how he managed to teach both of the girls the same is the real mystery. Y/N cut her day at work short to rush home. Even with the news of Olivia being back at home, she found it hard to focus on anything else. She expected to walk into a battlefield, at least one of the girls crying and flustered Lando. But no—one would never have even guessed anything strange had happened that day. They're all sitting there, like some sort of picturesque scene from a school issued guidance book.

"Mom," Olivia speaks up slowly, accidentally looking at Y/N like she is stupid for repeating the question. "It was a bad decision on my part. I accept being grounded for a week. We will be able to explain everything in few weeks," Olivia says confidently at first, but still turns towards her father, as if for confirmation she said all the right words. It's hard to believe a single word she says. Still, he gives her a small, but proud, nod.

"We have a surprise for you and if we tell you everything, it will be ruined!" Maya's comment is cheerfully enthusiastic, like she's telling Y/N the best thing that has ever happened.

Without a clue on what to say, Y/N turns to Lando for any hint of answers. He looks at her like he's some divine angel. "It's a funny story, but we can't tell you now."

Y/N hands fly up at the weird logic of this all. "What?"

"Patience, love. It's a virtue," Lando says simply and it's clear none of them are going to spill anything about today.

Maya follows the lead with a comment dripping with excitement. "Yes, mom. Patience!"

Y/N exhales sharply, dragging a hand down her face. She stares at the three of them—her clearly rehearsed, suspiciously well-behaved family—then lets out a dry laugh.

"You know what?" she says, standing up. "Fine. But when this ‘surprise’ inevitably turns into another disaster, I am not the one handling it."

She grabs her bag and heads toward the kitchen, muttering under her breath.

Behind her, Lando leans closer to his kids and ruffles both their hair. "That went well. Good job, she's going to love the bracelets."

Olivia, smirking proudly, follow his lead. "Told you we could sell it. I have experience now."

[moody-alcoholic]

Sick

Ghoap x reader, established relationship

CW: Sick reader, vomit, hurt/comfort.

I'm trying and failing to keep my random dribbles under 1k words.

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“The whole thing’s a waste of time.” Johnny says as he walks through the front door with Simon.

“An order’s an order.” Simon replies, hanging his coat up. Johnny closes the door sighing.

“Don't mean I have to like it.” Johnny says following him. 

“Yeah well such is life.” Simon sighs, stepping down into the living room. 

“We’re home!” Johnny shouts walking into the living room. It's late, maybe you’re sleeping. Simon goes into the kitchen. 

It took all your energy to pull yourself out of bed, hearing them walk through the door and call for you, you forced yourself to move. You feel weak, shaky, your body is sticky with a fever. You thought it was just a cold, this is more than a cold. Your head is throbbing, your body aches. You’ve missed them though, you always miss them when they’re away. 

“Hey love.” Johnny calls coming over to you. You lean against the doorframe, nausea bubbles in you and you press your hand on your stomach. Your mouth fills with saliva and before you can stop yourself you’re sprinting to the bathroom. 

You hear footsteps following you as you vomit into the toilet. Your head throbs with each heave, tears run down your face. You feel hands on you, Johnny’s rubbing your back as Simon pulls your hair out your face. 

“You’re burning up love.” Johnny says the back of his hand pressing against your cheek.

“I thought it was just a cold.” You say as your stomach settles and you get a chance to breathe. 

“It’s more than a cold.” Simon says, stroking your head. “We need to get this fever down.” You reach over for the toilet paper to wipe your mouth. Johnny grips your shoulders pulling you against his chest. He pulls some paper off for you and presses it into your hands. You dab your mouth hearing Simon running the bath. 

Johnny’s arms wrap around you holding you against him. He presses kisses on your head running his hands over you. 

“I’m sorry.” You say feeling guilt rise in you, the shivering comes back and your head starts going foggy. 

“Don’t be silly love, we’re here now. You’re okay.” He says squeezing you tighter against him. Simon comes to bend down next to you both, his hand comes up to brush your forehead. 

“Why didn’t you call us? We could have come home.”  He says. 

“You’re busy, I didn’t want to bother you.” You say. Simon sighs, leaning over and planting a kiss on your forehead before he leaves the room. Cold air blows in and you shiver in Johnny’s chest. He grips you tighter, running his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you. 

“C’mon, let’s get you out of these clothes.” He encourages tugging on the bottom of your pyjama top. You raise your arms for him letting him strip the soaked clothes off you, you shiver wrapping your arms around your chest. He shuffles pulling your bottoms off before picking you in his arms. 

“I can walk.” you murmur as he places you down in the hot water of the bath. 

“Sure.” He chuckles as Simon comes back into the bathroom with a glass of water in his hand. He bends down by the bath helping you bring it up to your mouth. You take little sips while Johnny coos over you, picking up a flannel and wetting it in the cool water of the bath before pressing it around your upper body.

You lean back in the bath, closing your eyes letting the water wash away the tension built up in your muscles. Johnny’s hand keeps your hair out your face as he dabs your forehead. Now and then you open your eyes looking at the concerned look on their faces as they fuss over you. 

The longer you stay in the bath letting the water cool you the more tired you become. The nausea fades and you’re just left with the throbbing in your head. 

“Ready to go back to bed?” Simon asks eventually, his fingers stroking your cheek. You open your eyes, humming and looking at them, you don't really want to move, enjoying the warm water relaxing you. Johnny smiles, getting up to grab a towel. You let out a sigh feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as Simon helps you sit up in the bath. 

Simon's hands stay on you, holding your back and your waist as you stand, stepping out into the towel Johnny is holding out for you. Your teeth almost immediately start to chatter as the cold air from the flat hits your skin. 

“Let’s get you all tucked up in bed.” Johnny says, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you into the bedroom. 

“Let me sleep in the spare room, I don’t want to get you sick too.” You protest as he sits you down on the bed. You hear Simon open the wardrobe.

“Don’t worry ‘bout us love.” Johnny says helping you dry, you let them dote over you as the fogginess comes back to your head and warmth from the bath starts to fade. 

You barely remember them dressing you in fresh clothes only that you’re now laid down in the bed with Johnny tucked up behind you. 

“Where’s Simon?” You ask looking round the empty room, there's a bright light coming into the room through the door making your head throb forcing you to close your eyes. 

“He’ll be back in a sec.” Johnny says, pulling his arms around you. You can feel his warmth behind you, his kisses on your neck pulling your hair out your face. You hear Simon come back, opening your eyes to see him bed down by you with a bowl and a cloth. 

You smile at him shuffling in the bed. He pats the damp cloth round your face. It’s nice, almost instantly taking away some of the throbbing in your forehead. You let out a sigh relaxing into Johnny’s warm embrace. 

“That's it, just relax.” Johnny hums in your ear. You close your eyes sinking into the bed. 

“We’ve got you, you’re okay.” Simon says. “Just rest, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

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[moon-ttokki-x]

♡ ‧₊ ot8!𝗌𝗄𝗓 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌' 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 ‧₊ .ᐟ

pairing: ot8!skz x reader imagines

summary: just a snippet of what i think skz would do for you on valentines' day

genre: pretty cute and sappy, lots of fluff, slight crack, mentions of eating

a/n: yet another year of having no valentine, but at least i can buy chocolate half off

Chan who surprises you and shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and an outstretched hand. He's in a dark fitted suit, handsome as always, and there's a big smile on his face as he runs off the cheesiest pick up lines, handing you a singular rose as he does. He waits in your living room while you get ready and then offers his arm as you both walk to his car. He takes you to a classic night out, a candlelit dinner in some city restaurant, the lights low and ambient music swirling around your heads. Hushed giggles and feeding each other bites of food are done over intertwined hands.

"You look beautiful under the lights, baby. Here, eat some more..."

♡

Minho who pretends to forget what day it is and leaves you feeling a little downcast. That is, until you're in your office working and the cats walk in, each holding a rose of a different colour; one red, one pink, and one white. He appears at the door with a smirk on his face and strokes your hair as you whine about him pretending to forget. The roses are clutched tightly in your hands as he leads you to the kitchen, where there's a small arrangement of gifts. He isn't one for grand gestures but you're satisfied and cosy, sitting in his lap as you open little trinkets, the cats watching on.

"You're so cute when you whine. You really thought I forgot, huh?"

♡

Changbin who is also a hopeless romantic, who is endlessly in love with you, who shows up to your workplace with a hand full of heart-shaped helium balloons and a big grin on his face. He loudly declared his love for you in front of your coworkers, completely unashamed, and watches with a massive, cute smile on his face as you turn the colour of the balloons he's holding. But the gigantic, warm, though slightly crushing hug he gives you is warmer than your cheeks.

"Happy Valentines Day, bunny! Here- Ah, your face has gone so red..."

♡

Hyunjin who told you to show up at his apartment at exactly six o clock dressed in something classy but comfortable. He blindfolds you as soon as he opens the door and leads you to his living room, where he's set up two canvases opposite each other. There's a platter full of finger food, two glasses and a bottle of some fancy drink he took from the company. He's hung fairy lights around the room and he watches affectionately as you show him your slightly messy impression of the love of your life. His is much better, but he kisses you anyway and says he'll hang it in his room above the bed.

"You're so talented, my love. I'm going to hang it up right away..."

♡

Jisung who pretty much kidnaps you as soon as your shift at work ends, telling you to dress in one of his hoodies. When you come out of his room, he's set up a massive mess of pillows, cushions, and fluffy blankets in front of the TV, which is set up to play a game. He hands you a controller and tells you he's ordered so much food. You know he's done it so you can both spend time together without it ending in the kitchen burning down, but it's appreciated nonetheless. He lets you beat him every time and watches you sit up in victory and cheer at his defeat, your fingers covered in cheesy french fry salt.

"Aww, jagi, you keep beating me. When did you get so good at this?"

♡

Felix who, when you come home, surprises you by setting up a few things in the kitchen so you can both bake and make a few things together. He sets up bowls of chocolate and lets you add the food colouring, turning each bowl pink and red. You both dip strawberries and candied orange slices into the bowls, dripping chocolate over the counter before laying them on a tray to set. You mix the rest of the chocolate together and pour them into heart-shaped molds, marbling the colours together with fingertips stained pink.

"Sunflower, we made such a mess! At least the counter isn't stained pink..."

♡

Seungmin who takes you shopping to the cutest little pop up store, telling you to dress in pink, cream, and white. He meets you at your door and holds your hand as he drives you both there, letting you browse excitedly amongst the shelves for mini figures and plushies. You both come home loaded with a ton of accessories, cuddly toys, and matching items. He then sets up pink lights around your bathroom mirror and takes a whole album's worth of selfies with you.

"I like these necklaces... come on, let's be matching. It'd be cute..."

♡

Jeongin who takes you to the arcade and doesn't even try to let you win. It turns into a competition of who can do the best and he keeps kissing you while you're playing the games so you lose your focus. He teases you each time and promises to let you win the next time. He doesn't, and it's all in good fun until you whine about him being too competitive. He just kisses you again and makes it up to you by taking you for a night-time joyride before stopping at a petrol station, where you both buy convenience store snacks and lie on his car roof, talking about everything.

"Look at all the pretty stars up there. I think you shine way brighter..."

a/n: happy valentines' day to all of my loves ♡ !

[phannetasm]

The rarest of flowers// Alucard x fem!reader

𓆩𓁺𓆪𝒄𝒘: vampire stuff (biting, blood drinking), soft, protective Alucard, minimal religious symbolism, a bit suggestive towards the end. i had such a nice time writing this for Alucard oh my shayla. wc: 2.2k // read part 1

Weeks passed since the fight against Erzsebet ended and peace was restored in Paris. With danger out of the way, Annette and Richter gone and Maria finally settled down at her own place, it was safe for Alucard to return by your side.

He hoped the letter he sent a few days prior reached you– hoped you were waiting for him by the gates of the abbey, ready to depart as he instructed but much to his surprise, when he finally climbed the pathway up the last hill before the monastery and the entrance came into view you weren't there. Alucard's steps quickened instinctively, his fangs baring almost imperceptibly as he inhaled through his mouth, bracing himself for the metallic taste and smell of blood but the air was fresh, clean, bathed in moonlight. So you weren't hurt. No ill fortune had befallen the abbey while he wasn't there to protect you.

The dhampir only picked up a trace of your smell when he was well past the gates of your sanctuary – that faint, now slightly different scent that was still undoubtedly yours. After breathing it from your skin those fleeting nights he could recognize it anywhere. Following your scent, Alucard stepped around the rudimentary graves marked with wooden crosses in the yard, careful as if not to awaken the dead, and made his way behind the church. When his eyes landed on your figure, kneeled under a blooming apple tree his breath hitched, his muscles tensing. He didn't even bother to keep silent as he ran towards you, his boots crunching against the dirt. By the time you noticed him and got up to your feet he was by your side, pulling you in a gentle embrace.

"My sweet, how I have missed you." he whispered against your neck, a content sigh escaping his lips when you returned the embrace. You were real, warm against his cold touch and the frankincense in your hair made him shudder; you smelled so holy, so sacred. He only released you when you called out his name, tilting his head down to meet your gaze and oh you looked at him so beautifully, as if stars had fallen from the sky into your eyes. "It has been so long. I feared you would not make it here." you said softly, threading your fingers through his hair.

"I swore I would come for you and I did. I sincerely apologize it took so long, but there were some things I still needed to set in order." he explained, taking your hand from his hair to press a kiss to your knuckles. "I am pleased to find you well."

Your gaze softened at his gesture, fingers slipping between his pale ones to hold his hand. "Yes, one could say I am well."

"I hope the nuns did not cause you any trouble." he jested, attempting to lighten the mood and you cracked a small smile. Hoisting up your white dress, you took a seat on the ground, patting the spot next to you. "They have been quite gentle, though judging by how eager they were to help me pack for the trip they must be delighted to see me gone."

Alucard sat beside you, brushing the white petals that had fallen onto your hair. The silence of the night was only disrupted by the soft rustle of your dress when you moved to lay your head on his lap. With his back propped against the tree trunk, the dhampir extended one leg out long so your could find a more comfortable position, toying with the strands sprawled across his lap. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, urging you to turn face him but you kept your back to him, looking towards the church– it's walls almost silver in the moonlight. The cross atop the steeple has long lost its shine, now only casting a long shadow across the grass in the yard. Sighing softly, you folded an arm under your head, burying your face in the crook of your elbow.

The dhampir's hand moved to your scalp, gently caressing the side of your head. He could tell by how tense you were that something was weighing on your mind. Was it his return? Or perhaps you were displeased he had let you wait so long before he came back? His nose scrunched at the thought and he shook his head as if to dismiss his worries. "You seem nostalgic. Is something bothering you, my sweet?"

You shrugged absentmindedly and Alucard couldn't help but huff lightly. You could be so stubborn sometimes...

"If there is nothing upsetting you, dear lady, you'd do well to face me. Two months apart and you greet me with a cold shoulder... It is quite cruel." he chided and you finally complied, turning on your back and gazing up at him. Alucard didn't miss the shadow clouding your eyes, his thumb tracing the shape of your brow, moving down to your cheek. "What is it?"

Toying with the wet blades of grass at his feet, you looked up to meet his gaze again. "What will you do when I grow old?" Alucard's lips parted but before he could answer you continued. "Or if some misfortune befalls me? I am but a mortal, I am bound to perish eventually–"

"Sweet thing, you must not concern yourself with such grim thoughts" he began but you quickly cut him off again, lifting your head off his thigh. "How could I not think about it when in a few decades I will wither and you will be alone again? You cannot imagine how much this thought pains me–"

"The grief will be mine to deal with." he said sharply, obviously distraught by your words. Lifting yourself to your knees, you shimmied closer to him, hands gently tugging at the material of his coat, drawing him closer. "But it does not have to be like this. You could turn me."

The words knocked the breath out of him, brows shooting up in surprise; but only a split second later a dark shadow was cast over his face. How could he even suggest that he would take away your essence, your light and condemn you to a life in the shadows? "Absolutely not." he said stiffly, his composure wavering.

"Listen to me" you argued "We could be together forever, we could travel the world without worrying about me dying or anything else. Do you not want that?"

The dhampir shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut. He needed a moment to recollect himself; your sudden request rendered him speechless. The mere thought of turning you into one of his kind, to drain the life from you– that life that made you so radiant, so beautiful and so you seemed sacrilegious. Nevetheless he could find reason in your logic and perhaps a shred hope too. He had loved and lost so many over centuries, not even once offering to turn any of his lovers. He has been selfless, reminding himself that those people he so treasured deserved to rest in peace, to know the eternal sleep and the Garden of Eden, not roam the earth as devils. Yet, your pleas were weakening his resolve. A more selfish and indulgent part of him reasoned it wouldn't be that terrible if he made you a vampire– his bride in life and death until the end of time.

"You would be hunted down by humans, cursed wherever you go. You will never have a home nor will you feel the warmth of the sun upon your skin again. You will live in the shadows and feed on the blood of innocents. Is that the fate you wish to damn yourself to?" he spoke with feigned composure, cradling your face in his hands. His palms felt cold against your cheeks, your eyes glistening as you nodded your head. "I do not care for other humans, nor for the sun. I only wish to be by your side."

Your selflessness, willingness to give up on life to join him in death was disarming. It warmed his heart in a revolting way, but despite his hesitation, he was but a creature of impulse; turning humans was his legacy, a craving running deep in his blood. With steady hands he pulled you up in his lap, your legs resting on each side of his hips, his hair draping over your frame when he leaned over you. "Do you fully understand what you wish for? What you would give up on?"

The dhampir noticed the shadow of doubt on your face, his head tilting to the side as he waited for your answer. You could sense the change of heart in your loved, the whites of his eye flickering red. Were you certain? Perhaps not fully, but it wouldn't be the first time you did something utterly foolish for love. A sharp hiss left his lips when you nodded, his gaze drifting to the now healed marks on the column of your throat. With a shaky hand he moved your hair over your shoulder and you craned your head to the side, offering him get a better look at your neck. Alucard could see the pulse thrumming under your skin, the vein swelling with each beat of your heart and suddenly you were both aware of the silence surrounding you, as if time itself had frozen. The only sound was Alucard's breath, cold on your skin when he leaned closer, his eyes piercing through yours. "It will hurt, you know?" he hummed, his voice gruff.

"But you will be gentle, right?"

With a last nod, the dhampir swiped his tongue over his lips, dipping his head to your throat. It began with a sting, his fangs piercing your skin, drawing a thin stream of blood but soon enough a scorching pain spread through your body. Choking out gasps, your body shuddered and his hold tightened. His senses were sharper, the sound of your heartbeat rumbling through him, your blood hot and tangy in his mouth. He had fed on enough beings before to know the exact moment when their lives began to fade– a sudden jerk of the limbs, a skip of heartbeat before their body grew limp. Lifting his head from your neck, he dragged his teeth along his wrist, the blood on his lips mixing with his as it dribbled out onto your dress, staining it crimson.

Through your blurry vision you could make out his hazy frame, white hair haloing around his head. Your mouth felt dry, chest tight. It hurt to breathe, hurt to blink, hurt when Alucard's cold blood dripped down your cracked lips onto your tongue and you choked.

"No, no, you must drink." pressed the dhampir, his voice dissonant as if he was underwater. He moved his wrist to your mouth again, jamming it between your lips and pushing your head back so you could swallow more easily. With his free hand he cradled your head, shushing you. He knew how excruciating the pain was, how straining the metamorphosis could be. Your skin grew colder, paler, eyes darker, nails sharper– tearing apart the material of his cape where you clutched onto him. And despite the pained screams and writhes he held you close, pressing bloody kisses to your face. His stomach churned, brows pinching when he felt your fangs growing, dipping into his wrist as you drank greedily. When a soft gust of wind swept through the crown of the tree, white petals clung onto your dark hair like little stars on the night sky. Terrifyingly beautiful, even like this you were enchanting, your lips glistening red when you finally pulled away, breathing heavily.

The wild look in your eyes mellowed when your gaze met his, your grip loosening. Alucard tilted his head to the side, a relieved smile etching itself on his lips. "Just breathe, easy, sweetling. You handled it so well." he whispered, breathing in the blood on your breath.

And then you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him on top of you. A hand braced itself next to your head, his mouth meeting yours halfway. You could taste each other on your tongues, teeth clashing, his hands gripping at your dress, your your back, your hips. With a sharp exhale, you slipped your hands along his jacket, tugging him closer. Your dress, now soiled with dirt and blood was crumpled at your hips, the shadow of the cross on the steeple now right over your bodies.

Pulling away for a moment, the dhampir sighed shakily, his eyes drooping as he gazed down at you– so wild, so deadly, so beautiful, still so you. "We must go soon if we want to make it back to the city before dawn." he hummed and you nodded. "We have all the time we need now, don't we?" you whispered back, like a hushed secret, closing your eyes and dipping your head back, open, wanting. Like a flame, you drew him in and he let himself fall into you and all it took was a breathy I love you spilled from his lips to know that he was truly yours. Indeed, you were right- you had all the time you needed, now and forever, finally as one.

tags: @virtuapicklequirkreader @pinkberryfox @nwjsns @mxyarylla @jjjjaneee333

[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.

[andy-15-07]

Happy Valentine's Day ❤️. In honor of this day, could you please write something with Pedro x reader?

Love in the Little Things

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 751 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The scent of fresh flowers hung in the air when Y/N opened the front door. She paused, her eyes landing on the bouquet resting on the entryway table — red roses, orange tulips, and delicate baby’s breath woven between the blooms. Tucked among the petals was a small, handwritten note.

To my favorite person: Happy Valentine's Day. See you soon. — P.

Her lips twitched into a smile as she ran her fingers over the signature. Pedro Pascal wasn’t one for grand, flashy gestures. No elaborate gifts, no cliché grand declarations. But he mastered the art of making her feel special with little things like unexpected flowers and thoughtful notes.

"What are you smiling at?" his voice broke her trance.

Y/N turned to find Pedro leaning against the doorframe, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned. He held a takeout bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"You," she answered, holding up the card. "This is sweet."

"Figured I should start the day right." He stepped inside, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he passed. "And I brought lunch. Thai food. Your favorite pad see ew and spring rolls."

"You're spoiling me, Pedro."

"Damn right I am," he teased, setting the food on the kitchen counter. "It’s Valentine’s Day. I get to go all out."

Y/N followed him into the kitchen, watching as he unpacked containers. "You always say Valentine's Day is a corporate scam."

"Yeah, well." He shrugged and cast her a sheepish look. "I'm a hypocrite when it comes to you."

They ate at the kitchen table, laughing over stories from the past year, sharing bites of food, and making playful predictions about which celebrity couple would break up next. After lunch, Pedro disappeared into the bedroom while Y/N cleaned up. When he reemerged, he wore a well-loved button-down shirt and had his hands behind his back.

"Uh-oh," Y/N said, narrowing her eyes. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing." His voice was too casual.

"Pedro," she warned.

"Okay, okay." He revealed a small, heart-shaped box. "I was gonna save this for dinner tonight, but..."

"You got me chocolates?"

"Not just chocolates." He opened the box to reveal tiny, intricately decorated truffles. "Each one has a different filling. I had them custom-made based on what you like."

Y/N's heart melted. "You really thought about this."

"I always think about you." His tone softened. "Try one."

She picked a truffle with a white chocolate drizzle and bit into it. "Mmm. Passionfruit."

"Knew you'd like that one." He smiled proudly, watching her enjoy it.

The afternoon passed in a lazy haze — lounging on the couch, watching old movies, stealing kisses during the boring parts. As dusk approached, Pedro stood and stretched. "We should get ready."

"For what?"

"Dinner. I made a reservation."

"I thought you said you hated going out on Valentine's Day."

"Like I said...hypocrite."

Two hours later, Y/N sat across from Pedro in a dimly lit restaurant with a corner booth that offered just enough privacy. Candles flickered between them, casting shadows on his features.

"This place is beautiful," she said, taking in the rustic decor.

"I heard the food's good too."

"And you picked it all by yourself?"

"I do have some skills, y'know." Pedro's eyes twinkled. "Besides, you deserve nice things."

They ordered wine and shared a charcuterie board while debating which cheese was superior. The conversation was easy, as it always was with him. When the waiter cleared their plates, Pedro's hand found Y/N's beneath the table.

"Okay," he said. "I'm nervous."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Nervous? Why?"

He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small velvet pouch. Her heart stopped.

"Pedro..."

"Before you panic — it's not a ring." He opened the pouch and pulled out a delicate gold necklace with a tiny heart-shaped pendant. "See? No proposals tonight."

Relief and affection flooded her chest. "It's beautiful."

"Flip it over," he said softly.

She turned the pendant in her palm. On the back, engraved in minuscule letters, were the words: You are my always.

"You mean so much to me, Y/N," Pedro said, voice thick. "More than I can put into words sometimes. So...this is my way of saying I'm all in."

Her eyes stung. "I'm all in too," she whispered.

He leaned across the table, cupped her cheek, and kissed her. The world around them faded away — just the two of them, a necklace, and the unspoken promise of countless Valentine’s Days to come.

[lavenders388]

~Valentine's Day Headcannons~

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Kang Dae Ho, Nam Gyu, Seong Gi Hun, Cho Sang Woo, Hwang Jun Ho⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3~~⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆Kang Dae Ho

<3 Dae Ho strikes me as the type of boyfriend to have everything planned way ahead! he made your dinner reservations weeks in advance, submitted his order for your flowers! and any gifts he's gotten for you will be hidden somewhere waiting for the big day:)

<3 this man is stressed! (in a cute/excited way) trying to make sure you have the best valentines day ever:) he will wake up at dawn to get everything ready for you!

<3 i could also see him planning a vacation for just the two of you for valentines, like if it falls on a weekend that year he'll book a surprise air bnb or a nice hotel at the beach or something! anything to make you happy:)

<3 he would be delightfully surprised if you got him anything for valentines day; i cant see him expecting it! he is adamant that you didn't have to do anything for him and it was all his pleasure ensuring you had a great day and felt loved, but he is absolutely smitten with you getting him a valentines gift:)

<3 10000% writes a whole essay on how much he loves you on your card!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Nam Gyu

<3 i personally write for nam gyu as him being a good person and a good partner>:3 he would probably have to work over valentines, the club probably planned a valentines night that he had to promote and attend!! so he would wake up rather early (for him at least!) to ensure you get to have all of your valentines plans before he has to go to work!

<3 since he would be working around dinner time, he plans a nice breakfast for you! well more like brunch; but still! using his connections as a promoter he makes reservations for the two of you at this super trendy new brunch place that has like a year long waitlist!

<3 after brunch, he takes you shopping! i don't see him as being the type to get a ton of gifts, i feel like he'd enjoy following you around as you pick out things you like/need:)

<3 i could see him trying (and failing) to make you special homemade decorations or a card, but you think his scribbly artwork and the effort he put into it is the sweetest thing ever!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Seong Gi Hun

<3 before the games, he would have #nomoney to take you out somewhere. he would use whatever he had saved up to buy you a small gift and a card, and would try his best to make you the nicest homemade dinner at home!

<3 he would set up whatever candles he had around and would make garlands with little cut up hearts! maybe even asking gae young to help him:)

<3 after the games, he would most likely order food for pick up from a fancy restaurant, not being too interested in a night out:) he would set up decorations throughout the hotel and make you a card as you had a lovely dinner date at home:)

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Cho Sang Woo

<3 this man is getting you dinner reservations at the nicest and most exclusive place in town!

<3 if his work allows it, he would instead book a few days of vacation for the two of you over valentines day! definitely a resort or super nice hotel.

<3 books you and him a special all-exclusive day at the resort/hotel spa:)

<3 takes you on a lot, i mean A LOT of shopping trips as well as getting you nice gifts like designer items and flowers the day of:) he is really into finding the nicest and most intricate bouquets/flower arrangements!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Hwang Jun Ho

<3 not super into doing big gifts/decorations. he thinks all the commercialized aspects of valentines day takes away from personalizing gifts for your loved one.

<3 loves writing on cards for you! he sees the day as another chance to be able to express his love and appreciation for you!

<3 likes getting you flowers! he buys them the day of, no matter how busy shops are, so they will last longer for you:)

<3 enjoys going out to dinner but not particularly on valentines day, he would prefer to get take out and do something special and private at home! thinks everywhere is way too busy on valentines day.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

a/n: hope you all are having a lovely valentines day!!! -matcha 🍵

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Frat boy Jaehyun is too entertaining 🥰 have you seen tiktoks of starbucks’ new policy of workers needing to write on cups? I can imagine oc asking the barista at a coffee shop to write something flirty on Jae’s cup in order to prank him, can i please request this?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ what does your cup say? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, TikTok trend, profanity, jersey shore reference)

It was always rather fun to mess with your boyfriend. Simple, harmless little pranks that amused you to no end and made your boyfriend feel like he was going to start losing his hair prematurely.

You were lucky that Fratboy!Jaehyun was a really well-known, social butterfly. He had friends on every part of campus and because you knew him and he made it easier to talk to all these people, you became friends with them too! Which was why as you entered the cafe on campus and Jaehyun slipped away to the bathroom you decided to play a little prank.

Because it was the valentine season, the cafe had taken to writing cute comments on the cups for the holiday. You’d seen your friends post about it, seen the writing on cups in class, and even gotten a few cups with drawings or little notes of your own. But since Jaehyun was in the bathroom… he didn’t necessarily have to know what you were planning, and lucky for you, your favorite barista was working!

You ordered yours and Jaehyun’s usual, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, “can you write something a little flirty on Jae’s cup? Like funny, flirty, over-the-top.” Your friend laughs and nods her head giving you a dramatic wink before turning to make the drinks.

Jaehyun leaves the bathroom right as the drinks are called out. He takes his drink and takes a sip without looking at the cup before he hands you your own. Then his eyes focus on the writing on his cup, his brows furrowing as he reads the back words written on the side of his cup. His cheeks start to heat up and you can see his eyes nervously dart to your friend behind the counter. He knows she’s your friend and this isn’t something a friend should say to him.

“Sweet girl, what does your cup say?” Jaehyun asks you in a hushed whisper, trying not to draw attention to the two of you.

“Huh? Oh,” you lift the cup before reciting the words, “Sam, the first night at BED when you left, Ron made out with two girls and put his head inbetween a cocktail waitresses breasts. Also was grinding with multiple fat women. When you left crying at Klutch, Ron was holding hands and dancing with a female and took down her number. Multiple people in the house know, therefore you should know the truth. Use this information wisely.”

His brows pinch together even closer, as he stares at you with a blank look on his face, “your cup says all that?”

You hold your cup out to him so he can see the scrawl on the white of your cup, “yeah, why? What does yours say?”

His face flushes, leaning in so his hot breath is on your ear, “Pretend I’m a pirate and give me that booty and then she wrote her number and that says 'call me, sexy' with a winky face!”

You try hard to hold back your laugh, loving the silly pick-up line. He’s studying your face, looking for some kind of negative reaction or anything at all. Like, hello! Your friend wrote a pick-up line on your boyfriend’s cup! This wasn’t some cute little ‘I like your shirt’ or ‘keep smiling’— no! This was someone straight up flirting with him as if he didn’t make it abundantly obvious that he only had eyes for you!

You don’t give him anything, looking up at him with a face that’s all too innocent for the mischief and strife you’ve caused. “Well,” you start calmly and Jaehyun is waiting on your every word. He’s waiting for you to tell him that you’re both never going to come back to this cafe and he’s ready to agree and fully sell the excuse that they never make his americano right (it’s a lie) but what he doesn’t expect are the next words that leave your mouth: “are you going to call her?”

It’s then that you let a smile break and your friend behind the register laughs with you. He falls back into a chair, his free hand tangled in his hair, “you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days! You are the only regular source of my stress!”

You roll your eyes with a triumphant chuckle, “you should be more stressed about that falling grade in your economics class, baby."

[blitziwitchwrites]

pairing: older bf!ryomen sukuna x reader

content warnings/tags: domestic fluff, cursing/language, age gap (sukuna in his 40s and reader in her 20s), size difference, brief mention of family conflict (jin and sukuna), suggestive but no smut

author’s note: little bit of a long imagine, but i saw fanart of sukuna in glasses yesterday and then again earlier today and had to write this. happy valentine's day!

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imagining older boyfriend!sukuna’s eyes are wearing out with his increasing age, and he has to get glasses that he absolutely fucking hates.

“tch.”

you know that song all too well. after being with your older boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, for as long as you have, now going on living together for over a year now, that was the sound he always made whenever something was bothering him and he didn’t want to just tell you about it, rather wanting you to go on and ask him about it.

it’s late at night, and after having to wake up early and accompany your boyfriend to the eye doctor to pick out a pair of frames and order contact lenses, you were quite ready for bed. sitting beneath your warm satin covers, you glance over as your boyfriend moves over to the bed and lifts the cover, climbing in next to you, his frames still perched neatly over his eyes.

“what’s the matter, ryo?” you hum softly, leaning over to be closer to him. you lean your chin on his large biceps, as he is so ridiculously tall that you cannot even comfortably rest it on his shoulder when you are sitting next to each other, his large and muscular body half-sunken into his side of the mattress.

“flimsy pieces of plastic. shit’s ridiculous.”

“you’re seriously still beefin’ with your glasses?” you giggle, batting your eyelashes up at him, your eyes trailing over the thin black metal perched over his nose and boxing around his eyes, sliding back his cheeks and sharp jaw and tucking behind his ears.

sukuna scoffs, looking over at you, furrowing his eyebrows and letting another ‘tch’ sound click from his mouth, before he looks away from you. he clasps his fingers around the black metal piece resting on the bridge of his nose, beginning to pull the glasses from his face with a roll of his eyes. “fuck kinda language are you using brat? beefin’? fuck that even supposed to mean?”

gently, you brush your hand up, gently placing it over his large and thick fingers that are attempting to take off the glasses without breaking them- again. thank god for the warranty on the glasses, because when you two had initially picked up the frames, he hadn’t even made it out of the office yet before he looked at the frames and squeezed them just a little too hard and broke them, resulting in him having to walk into walls and struggle to drive for another three days before you two could pick up the repaired ones.

you gently push his fingers back towards his face, placing the glasses right back onto his nose. “i think they look sexy.”

sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, minding himself to resist the natural urge to swipe your hand away from his face like he would anyone or anything else, minus his tattoo artist who’d inked his face all those years ago, long before he met you. sukuna was not used to being gentle. he’d never been a gentle man with anyone before you, and even with you, sometimes he had to mind himself because you were so much smaller and more fragile than anything he’d ever handled before. he simply turns his hand, lightly clasping it over yours, his entire hand enveloping yours as he pulls your hand away from his face. “don’t be ridiculous. they look absurd.”

“no, ryo.” you giggle, leaning up, batting your thick, soft eyelashes up at the man as he scowls down at you, your fingers gently bunching up while trapped under his own. nobody else ever referred to sukuna by his first name and lived to tell the tall, except you. nobody had ever even given him a nickname for his last name, much less his first name. “they make you look distinguished.”

“don’t patronize me, brat. there is not a thing about me that gives off what you are alluding to, so if anything, this stupid plastic just looks out of place.” sukuna responds to you, though his voice is a little gentler this time. a little softer. there’s a hint of vulnerability to his voice that nobody else but you had ever witnessed before.

you giggle, feeling his hand squeeze yours before he drops it, leaving both of your hands to rest in his lap. without warning, you shift from your side of the bed, climbing into your older boyfriend’s lap and straddling him, your knees resting on his outer thighs as you do so. instinctively, his large hands move to your waist and just gently rest there, keeping you secure so you do not fall off his lap and off the bed like you have in the past. once you are secure on his lap, you lean forward, having to let your knees sink into the mattress a bit as you move. you place your hand on his chest this time, leaning on him for stability as you pucker your lips, softly kissing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, your lips softly pressing against the frames and his sore flesh from holding them for a whole day for the first time ever.

sukuna shuts his eyes, melting into your loving gesture. his large hands squeeze your waist, his calloused fingers pressing against your back tenderly as he does so. you hold your lips for a moment there, your hand gently twitching on his chest, before you pull away, resting yourself to sit back on his lap. “i think the contrast looks nice.” you say softly up to him, your voice just above a soft whisper. sukuna opens his eyes, causing you to giggle, the frames of his glasses lightly fogged from the breath that had left your lips after your kiss. sukuna rolls his eyes, but can’t seem to retract the gentle begrudging smile that rests on his lips and the light flush of pink that brushes the tips of his ears. 

“you speak such nonsense.”

“you know i’m right,” your counter, a playful smile plastered over your face as you watch the older man, who is always so poised and kept together and cold in the presence of others practically melt from your simple words. “you look even better in them than jin does.”

sukuna’s face falters, whatever resemblance of restraint he had been using now crumbling. he looks at you, his breath hitching slightly as he looks down at you, squeezing your waist. ah, yes. the man’s younger twin brother. the golden child, you always teasingly called him. the husband, the father, the one who was always better in every way. sukuna had never gotten along with him, and after a while, stopped trying to compete and had lived his life in every way opposite to his brother, sick of the comparisons their lives had always lived. hell, sukuna hadn’t even touched a woman until you came along and were too sweet to resist, not wanting to have to face any bad husband allegations, unlike his brother who was always considered the perfect man to his wife, kaori.

even though sukuna had never intended to love another, he couldn’t ever have managed to stay away from you. and he was glad he didn’t. you were the first person in his whole life, in all of the years he carried, who never compared him or made him feel lesser. sukuna had been tempted to even tell you he was an only child, but he didn’t want to be dishonest with you, and he was glad he wasn’t when you exceeded all expectations and never once put him down in comparison of the man who carried an identical face to him, yet polar personality.

you hum softly, gently laying a kiss on sukuna’s lips. his hand slowly slides up, cupping your cheek tenderly, his other hand slowly rubbing up and down your side. you both melt into the affectionate kiss, sukuna’s shut eyes keeping him unaware of the way his glasses had significantly fogged up more from the passion of the intimate moment, until you gently pull back and look up at him as he opens his eyes.

“tch. flimsy lenses tryna keep me from lookin’ at my wife.”

your face softens, but you barely have time to register his words when he suddenly reaches up and pinches the corner of the frames, pulling them off his face… only the frames to snap! right where the arm of the glasses meets the corner, the long thin wire falling down into your laps and resting on your thigh.

“ryo!” you whine, picking up the arm, only to drop it again when your boyfriend’s hands both swiftly slide underneath your thighs and push them up after he tosses the remnants of his glasses that had been in his hands away. sukuna roughly pushes you onto your back, his hands gripping your thighs, your knees behind your head and into the mattress as he roughly kisses you. the frames become next to nothing as you quickly slide your hands up his face, locking your fingers in his hair, returning the hungry and passionate kiss as your knees bend, your legs hooking over his shoulders. your fingers remain locked in his hair, even as he suddenly bites down on your lip and then proceeds to pull away, his eyes narrowing as his nose brushes against yours, his hands gripping your thighs harder. he grunts slightly, before turning his head, beginning to slather kisses down your neck.

you two can replace them tomorrow. right now, his biggest priority was making sure he made his beloved feel just as good as she always made him feel.

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not proofread. please do not steal, copy, repost, and/or translate. copyright protected by blitziwitchwrites.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Bucky is a greasy mechanic, touching without permission (not reader and Bucky) smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: image from @filmesbrazil. This is a 50s!AU where Bucky is a mechanic.

I knocked on the desk as I looked at the legs of my mechanic. He crossed his legs and I shook my head. The sound of tools shifting made me roll my eyes.

“alright buck. I know you know I’m here.” I said, leaning against the desk. “Come on out.” Bucky motioned for me to wait and I sighed as I sat on the desk. Looking around, I nodded. Sitting in the corner was Steve’s next door neighbor. She was watching Bucky under the car as she chewed on her bubblegum and twirled her hair. Steve came out of the office, making her jolt before hopping down off the crate she was using as a chair.

“Lock up when you’re done buck.” Steve called as he ushered the girl out of the shop. “Make sure he locks up (Y/N). I’ve got a date tonight and this is the last car for the night.” I nodded as I looked over at the girl waiting for Steve.

“you know she…” I started quietly. Steve nodded. “Alright then. Good luck with that one.” I held my hands up before waving to him. I waited until I saw Steve’s car pull away before hopping off the desk. “She’s gone.” Bucky slid out from under the car and grabbed the show rag from his toolbox.

“thanks. She wouldn’t stop touching me and I couldn’t take it anymore.” He said as he stood up. “Wouldn’t even listen when I said I was taken.” Bucky came over and kissed me softly. “So your car is almost ready.”

“come on Bucky what else needs to be done?” I whined. Bucky laughed as he lowered the hood on my car.

“well for starters…” he said, glancing back at me. “Did you know you blew a fuse?” I shook my head. “Or that the shocks were out on your breaks?” I shook my head again. Bucky laughed. “So there you go. You did more damage to that thing pushing it downhill than if you had left it and let me come pick it up with the tow like I said I would.” Leaning against my car, he crossed his arms with a smirk. “Want me to go on?” I shook my head with a laugh. “Alright then. It’ll be in here for a couple more days while I wait for a part. Had to have it special ordered from the manufacturer doll.” Bucky shook his head. “You’re lucky Steve lets me take it out of the excess budget. Otherwise you’d be paying.”

“I’m also lucky Steve refuses to let me pay at all.” I teased. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Yeah there’s that too.” He laughed as he pushed off the car. “So what were you thinking for dinner doll?” I looked him over and smirked.

“I got a few ideas.” Bucky laughed as I sauntered over to him. “Backseat of my car is free. You just gotta lock up.” I started unbuttoning my shirt as he stood there staring. “Nuuh buck. You lock up first. Then you get a peek.” Bucky ran to the garage door and pulled it closed, locking it along with the front door before running back towards me. I laughed as I opened the back door and watched as Bucky all but dove into the backseat. He got settled as he waited for me to climb in.

“all locked up. No one’s getting in unless they have a key. So Sam or Steve but they’re double dating tonight so…” Bucky shrugged as I reached for the hem of his shirt. Tugging it over his head, I tossed it outside the car.

“any grease and you are cleaning it up.” I warned. Bucky nodded as he went to work on getting my shirt off. I moaned as he dipped his head to kiss along my neck and chest.

“worth it.” He murmured as my shirt joined his. Our hands tangled as we both reached for the others pants. Outside the door to the car was a small pile of clothes as Bucky kissed me hungrily. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he gently laid me back on the seat. We both moaned as Bucky gently thrust into me, the windows starting to steam up slightly. “So damn good doll. Made just for me.” He murmured as he slowly started to build a rhythm. “Fucking hell.” I panted as I buried my hand in buckys hair.

“Bucky please.” I whined as he canted his hips, grinding against me with each snap. “Fuck buck.” Bucky kissed along my neck as he nuzzled into me. “Bucky.” I whimpered as I came. Bucky grunted as he fucked me through my orgasm before following me over the edge, a strangled cry getting caught in his throat. We laid there for a minute before Bucky moved to sit up. He chuckled before getting out of the car. He came back with a shop rag.

“sorry.” He murmured as he started to clean up the grease spots he left over my neck and chest. “Should have washed up before we started.”

“it’s fine.” I waved a hand at him as he grabbed my clothes and handed them to me. “I always thought you were hotter covered in grease anyway.” Bucky smiled at me as he started getting dressed.

“let’s get cleaned up and change. Maybe I can make you some dinner at home.” Bucky said, offering me a hand before we headed out the side door to his car.

[indycinders]

Love and Valentine's :: LADS Headcanons

I've been feeling icky today so I decided to make fluffy, SFW headcanons for each boy and how they'd spend Valentine's Day with you (❁´◡`❁)

Maybe it's just my feed LMAO but I don't see enough fluff, or stuff catered to aces. Sometimes domesticity is better than smut.

Xavier - "You rest, I'll be by your side. Always."

🟣Would create a little nest in either of your apartments. Blankets draped over furniture, tons of pillows and plushies inside, fairy lights strung around providing soft lighting. 🟣He'd have a pile of movies, older romance ones that neither of you have seen before, ready and waiting for your first pick 🟣Bought all your favorite snacks and beverages 🟣Holds you close and strokes your hair or your arm, whatever he can trail his fingers over in gentle comforting strokes. 🟣Mostly watches your reactions during the movies, seeing what makes you light up and what you find too cheesy. 🟣Both of you would probably fall asleep, tangled together in the warm little fort he provided.

Zayne - "... You were the one who protected me in my dream."

🔹He prefers it when it's just you two, so he'd make your favorite meal at his house. 🔹Candles, your favorite flowers in a vase if you don't like roses, soft music. 🔹No wine or alcohol because he wants both of you to enjoy each other without the added effects of alcohol. 🔹Active listener while you talk over dinner, his attention is 100% on you. 🔹Fine with cuddling on the couch after dinner, watching your favorite movie or show. Seems to get invested in the media as well, giving you two something to gossip about during breaks. 🔹Orders a delicious dessert for both of you to share, teasing you by smearing a bit of chocolate on the tip of your nose. 🔹Ending the night cuddling on the couch again, his arms around you as he softly reads from a poetry book, the prose saying everything he struggles to.

Rafayel - "Our bond has existed for years."

🩷Sushi date? Sushi date. 🩷Walking barefoot on a private beach at sunset, holding your hand and listening to you chatter about anything and everything. He's attentive and focused on you. 🩷Still playful of course, so he'll tease you once in a while. Probably get into a splash fight near the water's edge. Laughing and chasing each other in the sand. Lifting you up and spinning you around until you both fall dizzy and breathless on the sand. 🩷Laying on the sand and watching the stars in the sky come out, his fire and warmth keeping both of you from freezing. 🩷Back in his studio and dressed in warmer pajamas, silly romcoms playing in the background as you two do that couples painting each other activity. 🩷Giggling at each other's depiction of the other. He paints a flower on your shoulder and you paint a little heart on his cheek. 🩷When it's late, you both cuddle in his bed as he sings your favorite Lemurian lullaby.

Sylus - "Who could ever do anything to me except you?"

⭕If you're into the whole lavish wining and dining, he'd 100% do it for you. Flowers, dressing to impress, dancing, all of it. ⭕Otherwise, he'd prepare one of your favorite meals or order take out for a night in. ⭕Both of you on the floor on some comfy blankets in front of the fireplace. A nice little in home picnic, your favorite records playing in the background. ⭕Playing board games or card games, whichever you prefer. Enjoying each other's company. ⭕Dancing in your socks and comfy clothes around the living room, giggling every time he spins you or dips you. ⭕Hide and seek with Mephisto because of course. ⭕Carrying you up to the bedroom and whispering how sweet you were today. ⭕Holding you in his arms as you sleep, humming softly the way he knows relaxes you.

Caleb - "No matter what happens, I'll always be the first person you can share things with."

🟧100% already had everything prepared for when you came. 🟧All your favorite dishes made. 🟧Also bought your favorite candy/chocolate like he did every year before. 🟧Both of you wearing matching sweaters because you're adorably dorky like that. 🟧Recreating pictures from when you were younger. 🟧Nerf gun fight? Nerf gun fight. 🟧Will pull you into his lap as you cuddle on his bed and watch movies. Both of you wearing face masks because he does everything with you. 🟧Will give you a massage if you need it, otherwise happy to just cuddle and fall asleep with you in his arms.

I hope I did them justice! uwu I might do a HC thing for disabled/chronically ill peeps like myself as well. All the comfort (❁´◡`❁) Which date night would you prefer out of the above? :3

[crowsofdarkness]

Valentine's Day with Bill.

18+ CW's underneath the cut(unprotected pinv, oral with female receiving, spanking, choking.)

Letting out a long yawn, I trekked farther into the airport, dragging my suitcase behind me. It had been a long week of visiting my family but now that the reunions were finished, I was beyond ready to head back home. 

Back to Bill. 

In the three years we’d been dating, we were used to being away from each other for weeks even months at a time due to his filming schedules. 

Pulling out my phone before I headed through security at the airport, I read the new text from Bill. 

Bill 🩶: I’m sorry, angel. I won’t be able to pick you up from the airport. But I can meet you at home.

My heart sunk to the depths of my stomach. All day I’d been looking forward to seeing Bill’s face as I stepped through the doors of the airport. 

Me: It’s okay, love. I can order an uber. I should be back home by 8. Maybe we can have a late dinner together? 

Bill 🩶: Already taken care of, angel. 

With a yawn, I adjusted my glasses as I stepped through the gate doors of the airport, dragging my bags behind me. There was a delay in taking off at the last airport, meaning I was now arriving in New York at 9 p.m. rather than 7 p.m. I had to buy Wi-Fi on the plane so I could message Bill to let him know about the delay. 

With my phone in one hand, I was about to order an Uber when my feet skidded to a halt at the sight in front of me. 

What a cheeky little…

Bill smirked as he held a bouquet of daisies. 

“Hi, angel,” he mused. 

I reached for the flowers and brought them to my nose, inhaling their scent, and then peered up at Bill. 

“I thought you couldn’t pick me up.” 

Bill brushed away a loose strand of hair from my face. “I sort of lied. I had plans to pick you up then take you out to dinner for Valentine's day but when your flight got delayed, I had to switch things up.” 

“So you’ve been waiting here for two hours?” I asked. 

“Worth it.” 

He shrugged before wrapping his fingers behind my neck to bring our lips together in a long overdue kiss. His tongue immediately molded against mine and I moaned into it, my hand sprawling over his chest. The material of his sweater felt warm underneath my palm and I let myself fall into him when his hands grasped my hips. 

“I missed you, Y/N,” Bill’s teeth grazed over my bottom lip. 

“I missed you too, love.” 

With his arm wrapped around my shoulder and other hand holding my bags, Bill led me out of the airport and towards his car parked in the parking lot. Once we were settled, he began the drive back home. I nestled into the passenger seat and let out a content sigh. 

“Tired?” Bill questioned with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh. 

“No, surprisingly. I thought I would be but I’m just happy to be back home.” 

He brought my hand to his lips to kiss along my knuckles. “I’m glad you’re back too.” 

For the rest of the drive home, I told him how the family reunion went while he told me what he did the last few weeks. Since he was busy filming a new movie, he couldn’t come to the reunion. 

As we walked down the long hallway to our apartment, another yawn slipped through my lips and I nearly stumbled. Bill chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. 

“You should get some sleep, angel.” 

I frowned while burying myself into his sweater. “But it's Valentine's Day and I missed you.” 

His lips brushed along my forehead as we stopped in front of our door and he unlocked it. The darkness of our home escaped into the hallway as I stepped through the threshold and when I clicked on the lights, a gasp fell from my lips. 

Matching the daisies bouquet I had clutched in my arms, our entire apartment was littered. Music played softly as I noticed the steaming dinner plated on our kitchen island, candles lit and spread throughout. 

Turning on my heels, I gaped at Bill who leaned against the door with a smug smile. 

“What is this?” I asked, doing my best not to cry. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, angel. I had our neighbor set this up for me while we were on our way home. She had to warm up the dinner I cooked earlier but I promise it’s still good,” he said. 

Our neighbor, an older lady named Patty, was always willing to help us out when needed. 

My eyes widened. “Oh, I’ve been so busy with traveling that I didn’t have a chance to buy you anything.”

Bill pushed himself off the door and immediately cupped my face so I could look up at him. The hood of his sweater was still pulled over his eyes, dark tendrils falling into his face. 

“You know I don’t need anything. Just you, angel. But I wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.” 

I left a firm but quick kiss on his lips, muttering against them. “Thank you, Bill.” 

He smiled while motioning behind me. “Come on, let's eat.” 

“Fuck, Bill,” I moaned when his tongue licked up the patch of skin his teeth grazed. 

My nails dragged down his bare chest, leaving red marks along his skiin as he continued to slam his cock into me, the couch beneath us scraping along the wood floors. 

“So tight. I missed you,” he groaned into the crook of my neck as his hips stilled. 

I knew he was close but also knew that he didn’t want it to end yet. What started as a nice romantic dinner turned into a heavy make out session on the couch. Neither of us could wait any longer and needed to be connected once again. 

His fingers brushed along the folds of my pussy and I shook with the feeling as he slowly dragged his cock all the way out, only leaving the tip inside. 

“Bill,” I whined while raising my hips. “Please.” 

His teeth dragged along my nipples. “Please what?” 

I raked my nails through his hair and yanked back causing Bill to let out a loud hiss. “Fuck, angel.” 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me, Bill. Please.” 

My screams echoed throughout the apartment when he buried his cock deep within me again, his pace becoming ruthless. But our position on the couch wasn’t the greatest, I needed to be able to feel him even deeper. We couldn’t make it to the bedroom when we first started and there was no way I was going to stop this now. 

Bill could tell I needed something different because with one strong arm, he lifted me from the couch to carry me over to the kitchen table. I squealed in delight as I writhed in his embrace. 

“What are you doing?” I asked as he made me lean back. 

He brushed back the sweat slicked hair from his forehead and licked his lips. “I need a taste of you.” 

With a tight grip on my thighs, he spread my legs wide apart before he knelt between them. The warmth of his tongue sent shockwaves to my entire system as he lapped up the remnants of my previous orgasm he gave me on the couch and I arched off the table when he began sucking on my clit. 

“Shit, Bill. I’m going to-.” 

With two fingers spearing me wide open before pumping in fast succession and his mouth sucking on my sensitive clit, I let the shock of my orgasm tear through me with such a force that it nearly took my breath away. 

“Such a good girl,” Bill mused while laying a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “I missed the way you taste.” 

I only had a few minutes to breath before he was yanking me off the table to now stand on my feet. He patted my ass. 

“Lean your hands against the window,” he nodded towards the patio door. 

“What-?” I shuffled on my feet. 

Bill’s lips attacked mine in a ravenous kiss and when he pulled away, he brushed my arousal off of his lips with his thumb. 

“Be a good girl, Y/N, and do what I say,” his voice was as dark as his eyes. 

Not wanting to disappoint, I quickly made my way over to the patio door that led out to our balcony and rested my palms against the glass. Thankfully we shut off all but one of the lights so no one would be able to peer up into our apartment and see what we were doing.

"Keep your hands on the window," he demanded and then yanked my hips back to him so I was bent over. 

Nodding furiously, I spread my hands against the window of the patio door when his cocked slipped inside of me again, his name falling off my lips in a prayer. 

“That’s right, pray to me,” Bill rasped as he bit down on my shoulder. 

One arm wrapped around my stomach while the other tightened around my throat to bring my chest against his back, this new angle making my vision blurry. It felt so good, the burn, and Bill knew how bad I needed it to hurt. 

He squeezed until I felt the air being ripped away from me, his cock slamming into me with no sign of stopping. He never held back and I never wanted him too.  I needed it to hurt, needed it to burn, that I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

When I felt the darkness creeping to the corners of my eyelids due to how tight he was gripping my throat, I let out a choked moan. 

“Safe word?” he muttered into my ear before kissing the skin behind there. 

Although his voice was soft and concerning, the way he fucked me was completely different. 

I did my best to shake my head with his tight grip around my throat. “Keep. Going. So. Close.” 

Bill eased his grip a bit so I could take a deep breath before he tightened it again. My orgasm was so close, I just needed a little something to have it wash over me. As my hand moved to my clit, Bill smacked my ass, the sound echoing through our apartment. Instead, his thumb pressed circles against my clit and that was exactly what I needed to let my orgasm finally release from the tightness of my body. I came with such vigor on Bill’s cock he groaned into my hairline. 

“Such a good girl,” he praised while letting go of the vice grip around my throat. 

Gulping for hair, I nodded. “Yes.” 

Nails dug into the skin of my hips as Bill’s pace became even more frantic, him chasing his own release, and I was so far gone in my post orgasmic haze that I nearly didn’t hear the two words he said. 

“Wh-what?” I stuttered. 

Bill’s hips stilled for a beat before he let out a deep, guttural groan when he spilled his warm release into me. 

“Marry me.” 

Before my body could fall into a heap to the ground, Bill lifted me to sit me on the edge of our kitchen island. His large hand cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to gaze upon him. His pupils were blown wide due to our actions and his chest rose and fell as he did his best to catch his breath. His warm cum dripped down my legs onto the cold marble beneath me but I didn’t dare think about the mess. I only thought about those two words. 

“What did you say?” I asked, still breathless. 

“Marry me,” Bill said again without an ounce of hesitation. 

Everything around us seemed to fall away, the eerie quiet of the apartment now ringing loudly in my ears. My heart beat loudly in my chest that I could feel it in my throat when I realized how sincere Bill was. This wasn’t a joke, he meant those words. 

As if he thought I was doubting him, he ripped open our junk drawer in the kitchen to pull out a small velvet box and my breath caught in my throat. 

“Fuck, you’re serious?” I choked out. 

Bill smiled wickedly as he opened the box, the light above the kitchen sink catching the diamond almost instantly. The gold band was thin but the oval shape of the diamond almost sat perfectly against it. 

“With you, Y/N. I’ve never been more serious about anything,” he said. 

My throat burned in the best way. Never in this lifetime did I ever expect to have such a romantic Valentine's Day. Guys in my past never gave a shit so to have Bill go all out was something I wasn't used to but knowing he loved me so much made my heart swell. 

I began to nod wildly. “Fuck yes!” 

With a laugh, Bill collided our lips together in a fever kiss before reluctantly pulling away to slide the ring onto my finger.  wrapped my legs around his naked form to bring him closer to me and I hung my arms around his neck. We were still naked and the cool air from the open window chilled my heated skin.

“Now that we’re engaged, I think we need to celebrate,” I waved the hand with the ring in front of his face playfully. 

He grasped it to leave a kiss upon the ring. “Say no more, angel.” 

My squeals bounced off the walls of our home as Bill carried me into our bedroom to start our engagement celebrations. 

[sensitivepluto]

Love Makes Me Sick

Short & Sweet - Day 14: VALENTINE'S DAY!

Touya Todoroki x Gn! Reader (Modern!Quirkless!AU) // suggestive fluff

[TW]: slightly suggestive content, swearing, Touya in general, alcohol mentioned, marijuana mentioned, kinkshaming/bullying, not proofread

This is @thewritingstar's prompt list - here's a link to the post!

Valentine's Day. The true consumer's holiday. Tricking the modern day citizen into spending outlandish amounts of money to appreciate their loved ones, even though they should be doing that every day anyway. You hated it. It did nothing but cause chaos for you at work, and make you hate that you were single.

There was one upside to it though. Your roommate, Touya (also painfully single), and you had created a game. Find the most ridiculous couples, and laugh at them together. Photos weren't necessary, but they always caused extra cringe-filled giggles to fill your apartment. So that's what you waited on.

This year, though, you decided to add in a little spice. You bought some shiny red heart balloons, and fake rose petals to fill the living room with. Tacky plush animals and appropriately themed snacks and wine for your date night with Touya. All ironic. All just for fun.

You'd just finished your decorating and changing into your pajamas -a nice satin set covered in red love hearts - when the door to your apartment clicked open. You stood at the ready, throwing more fake petals in the air dramatically when he entered. A cackle had already left your lips at the dumbfounded look on his face.

"What the hell is all of this shit?" He chuckled out, clearly not expecting this. As Touya went to set down the previously decided take out on the counter, he took in your entire display.

"It's Valentine's Day!" You giggled. "I thought I'd set the mood." You pulled at his shirt playfully and he pushed you back with the same energy. It was clear that your efforts did, in fact, have the desired effect.

"It's gross." Touya said, making his way to the bathroom to shower. However he didn't get very far because you stood directly in his path to the hallway. "Um...move?" It came out as a question. He truly had no idea what you were doing.

"I have something for you." The tone in your voice was dangerous. His eyebrow raised and you pulled out from behind your back a matching set of pajamas - covered in the disgusting red love hearts. The ultimate match.

"No." He shot down immediately, trying to shove past you. You, stubbornly, refused this and stood your ground.

"Come ooooon" You whined. Touya was getting ready to pick you up in order to move you, but your next sentence stopped him in his tracks. "I have bud if you wear it." You giggled at his face. Of course you had a bribe waiting for him just to wear the stupid set.

A scowl set in on his face, tossing the idea back and forth in his head. Eventually, he snatched the pajamas and marched his unhappy ass to the shower. You, elated, grabbed your stuff from your bedroom and set everything out, including the takeout. Everything was perfectly set for your night of bullying.

When Touya walked back into the living room, you were preoccupied with something. When he cleared his throat, very annoyed, you turned. There he stood, a scowl that could rip your throat out plastered on his face, clad in your ridiculous matching pajamas.

You laughed at his demeanor and made your way to pull him to the couch. "Come on. Do you wanna smoke first?" It was a silly question, and he proved that by the eyeroll he gave you before snatching the pipe laid on the table. You'd already done the work of packing it so it was ready to go.

The two of you shared a couple of puffs in silence, just drinking in the night. You knew he had an equally hard day at work due to this stupid holiday. Touya sighed out his puff and pulled his phone from his pocket. You popped the wine you'd set out earlier, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

"Alright. First couple of the night, right. This guy came in with her." He said, giving you the first image. It was a much older gentleman with a woman who looked just barely of age.

"Is that like her dad?" You asked, already knowing the answer. Touya snorted.

"I hope not he was open mouth kissing her in the lobby." You scrunched your face at the comment. The competition for the cringiest couple was already high. Likewise, you also pulled out your phone. Touya gingerly took the bottle from your hands and took his own swig of the tart wine you'd selected.

"Okay, so this couple looks normal right?" You showed him your phone. "But she never took her eyes off of her phone the entire night." He nodded slightly.

"That's not that bad." Touya hummed.

"I walked by their table and he said 'have I been good enough to earn your attention mommy?'" You mimicked the man's voice and it was Touya's turn to scrunch up his face.

"Fuckin' weirdos. Okay okay." He scrolled a bit through his phone, trying to find the next pictures. The two of you continued for hours. Drinking, eating your takeout, smoking another bowl, more drinking, and more making fun of the poor happy couples that had plagued your day.

By the end of it both of you were wasted, sloppy, giggly messes. Touya had you now propped securely in between his legs and against his chest while he lazed on the couch, dazed out of his mind. A calm had washed over the two of you and silence filled the room.

Touya traced his fingers over your arm delicately, just a small comforting motion. You turned back to look at him. His half-lidded eyes met yours and took you in. It wasn't anything new, he knew what was happening. His eyes trailed to your lips and slowly back up to your eyes. You bit your lip for a moment in thought, and in the end it was you who made the first move.

Your lips captured his, shared in a heated moment. You tasted the whine and the pungent smoke on his tongue. His arms pulled you in closer from your waist, and you obliged by moving to straddle his waist.

His hands snaked up your back, curling into your hair and pulling you back slightly so he could trail kisses down your throat. This happened every year. You would sleep with him that night. Hours of rough, overstimulating pleasure followed by a night of rare gentleness from your dark haired roommate. And in the morning you'd climb out of his bed, and wash away the shame of it.

Every year for the past...how long had you been living with him. Never dating. Always painfully single on Valentine's Day. But always ending up in his arms and in his bed. Just to blame it on the libations and recreational gardening and pretending whatever it was between you didn't exist.

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A/N: this idea was originally thought of by @rueclfer - also sorry rue I didn't end up having time to write the whole scene out but I still loved the idea and wanted to get it out of my brain!

[brodygold]

What He Deserves

Elliot had always been a little different, and he knew it. He wasn’t athletic or smooth. He didn’t command a room with his presence or have an aura of effortless charisma. But somehow, Chase had chosen him. Chase, the golden god of the Golden Army, with his gleaming jersey, perfect physique, and contagious confidence, had seen something in Elliot—a quiet, book-smart, clumsy nerd who still tripped over his words when they kissed.

As Valentine’s Day loomed closer, Elliot’s heart wrestled with a gnawing anxiety. He wanted to show Chase just how much he loved him. It wasn’t enough to say the words; Chase deserved more than that. He deserved the perfect gift, something that would match his brilliance, his golden glow. Elliot threw himself into planning, sketching ideas in notebooks, researching extravagant gifts, and imagining grand gestures.

But everything he came up with felt wrong. A simple present would never be enough. He had to become the kind of boyfriend Chase deserved.

Elliot’s first attempt was to get fit. Chase was always at the gym, and Elliot figured they’d bond more if he could match Chase’s athleticism. He bought a pair of running shoes and queued up some fitness videos. His first run ended in disaster—he made it half a block before he was gasping for air, his legs feeling like jelly. His attempts at weightlifting weren’t much better; the dumbbells mocked him as he flopped onto the floor in a sweaty heap.

Not one to give up easily, Elliot turned his attention to his wardrobe. He couldn’t deny how dashing Chase looked in his sleek golden jersey, the fabric clinging perfectly to his muscular frame. Elliot decided to try his own version, ordering a jersey from a second hand website. When it arrived, he stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the fabric. Instead of looking confident, he looked like a kid playing dress-up. The fit was wrong, the shine too gaudy for his pale, wiry frame.

Desperate, Elliot tried to immerse himself in Chase’s world. He attended a Golden Army meetup, hoping to find inspiration or at least make an impression on Chase’s friends. But as he watched the bros flex and laugh, their golden jerseys shimmering under the gym lights, he felt more like an intruder than ever. He didn’t belong in their world.

By the time Valentine’s Day arrived, Elliot was a nervous wreck. He had tried so hard to transform himself into the perfect boyfriend, but all he had to show for it were sore muscles, a jersey he hated, and a lingering sense of failure.

When Chase arrived to pick him up that evening, he looked radiant as always, his golden dress shirt gleaming even in the soft glow of the streetlights. “Ready, babe?” Chase asked, his smile warm and genuine.

Elliot forced a smile and nodded. He’d decided not to cancel their plans, even though he felt like a failure. Chase had made a reservation at an upscale restaurant downtown, a place filled with flickering candlelight and soft music. The setting was beautiful, romantic even, but Elliot could barely focus.

He picked at his meal, stealing glances at Chase, who seemed as effortlessly confident as ever. Elliot felt smaller and smaller by the minute. When dessert arrived—a delicate golden heart-shaped confection—Chase leaned forward, his expression softening.

“You’ve been quiet all night,” Chase said. “What’s on your mind?”

Elliot’s throat tightened. The truth bubbled up inside him, and before he could stop himself, the words came pouring out. “I wanted to get you something perfect for Valentine’s Day, but I couldn’t. Nothing I thought of was good enough for you. I even tried changing myself—working out, dressing better, fitting in with your friends—but I failed. I just... I’m not what you deserve, Chase.”

Tears pricked at Elliot’s eyes as he looked down at his lap, his cheeks burning with shame. He expected Chase to laugh, or worse, to agree with him. But instead, Chase reached across the table and took Elliot’s hands in his, his grip firm yet tender.

“Elliot,” Chase said, his voice steady and full of warmth, “do you know why I love you?”

Elliot shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.

“Because you’re you,” Chase said. “You’re thoughtful, kind, and you see the world in a way no one else does. You don’t need to change a single thing about yourself to make me happy. You already do.”

Elliot’s heart swelled, and tears spilled down his cheeks. He squeezed Chase’s hands, his chest filling with a mixture of relief and love so powerful it made his head spin.

Chase smiled and stood, pulling Elliot gently to his feet. “But,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “there is one thing I want from you.”

Before Elliot could respond, Chase dropped to one knee. He pulled a small golden box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a stunning gold band. The surface gleamed in the candlelight, etched with delicate lettering that read: Forever Your Golden Bro.

“Elliot,” Chase began, his voice full of emotion, “I don’t need a perfect boyfriend because I already have one. All I need is you. Will you marry me?”

Elliot’s breath hitched, and his hands flew to his mouth as he stared at the ring. His heart raced, and tears blurred his vision. “Yes!” he managed to say, his voice trembling with joy. “Yes, of course!”

Chase slipped the ring onto Elliot’s finger and stood, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. The restaurant erupted into applause, but Elliot barely noticed. All he could feel was Chase’s arms around him, warm and secure, and the golden band on his finger—a symbol of a love that didn’t need perfection.

That night, back at Elliot’s apartment, they curled up on the couch together. Elliot couldn’t stop staring at the ring, his cheeks aching from smiling so much.

“I can’t believe you planned all this,” Elliot said, looking up at Chase in awe.

Chase chuckled, wrapping an arm around him. “I’ve been planning it for months. I just needed tonight to remind you how much I love you. You’re my perfect match, El.”

Elliot snuggled closer, resting his head against Chase’s chest. “I love you too,” he whispered. “Forever and always.”

"I truly don't deserve you."

Happy Valentine's Day bros! Want to be a part of the golden army? Contact me or @goldenherc9

[wonwoosmagnetic]

No Saints Here | kmg

Pairing : bodyguard!mingyu x rich!reader

Genre : angst, romance, mystery

synopsis :

Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Some love stories were never meant to begin.

Evangeline Perez thought she buried the past along with her sister. But when whispers of the truth resurface, she finds herself tangled in a web of secrets, power, and deception—one that could cost her everything.

Mingyu is a complication she never asked for. Cold, relentless, and far too protective, he’s determined to keep her from chasing ghosts. But Eva has never been one to obey orders, and the deeper she digs, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension pulling them together.

Because some things refuse to stay in the dark.

And some hearts are doomed from the start.

CHAPTER THREE

"You’re too tense," Lia had said, her voice laced with amusement as she stirred her coffee. "You act like the world is resting on your shoulders all the time."

Mingyu exhaled sharply, leaning back in his seat. "Because it is."

Lia rolled her eyes. "Dramatic much?"

He smirked but said nothing. She always saw through him, no matter how much he tried to keep his walls up.

"You should let yourself breathe once in a while, Mingyu."

He scoffed. "Says the woman who never takes a break."

Lia hummed, tapping her fingers against her mug. "Maybe. But I have my reasons."

There was something wistful in her tone, something almost unspoken. Mingyu had wanted to ask, but he didn’t.

Instead, he just watched as she glanced out the window, her gaze distant.

"Sometimes, we don’t have all the time we think we do," she murmured, almost to herself.

He slowly opened his eyes, pushing the memory down before it could swallow him whole. It had been happening more lately—Lia slipping into his thoughts uninvited, her voice whispering between the cracks of his mind.

Mingyu let out a quiet breath, forcing his focus outward. That’s when he saw you.

Standing a few meters ahead, deep in conversation with Caro.

His stomach twisted.

The resemblance was uncanny. The same sharp gaze, the same delicate bone structure, the same damn eyes. But that’s where the similarities ended. Lia had carried a quiet sadness, the kind that settled into the corners of her smile. You, on the other hand, held yourself like you had nothing to lose. As if you were ready to fight the world before it could take anything from you.

And yet… something about you felt familiar. Not in the way you looked, but in the way you existed. Like a puzzle piece he didn’t realize he had lost.

Mingyu clenched his jaw. It was ridiculous. You weren’t her.

And yet, for reasons he couldn’t quite name, he couldn’t look away.

-------

“So, I’m meeting Elias for lunch today.” You keep your voice low, barely above a whisper. Caro groans, her face twisting in frustration. “You’re actually going through with this?” You cross your arms. “Of course, Caro. I need to know why my family is so hell-bent on keeping me away from him. Like they suddenly give a damn about me.” Your voice hardens. “I need to understand why they sent Mingyu after me like some damn attack dog—with a gun, no less.” Caro sighs, dropping onto a nearby bench, picking at her waffles. “This isn’t going to end well.” You exhale, rubbing your temples. “I know. But I don’t have a choice. I can’t just sit around and do nothing.” Caro looks at you, unimpressed. “There’s a difference between doing nothing and running straight into a burning building.” You scoff. “Then I guess I’ll find out how bad the fire really is.” She glares. “That’s not funny.”

You shrug, but the truth is, none of this feels funny. None of this feels like something you can just brush off. There’s something deeper, something no one is telling you. Caro leans forward, her voice quieter now. “And what if Elias is exactly who they say he is? What if they’re actually trying to protect you?” You pause for half a second before shaking your head. “Then they should’ve told me the truth instead of playing these games.” Caro chews on her bottom lip, staring at you for a moment. “You’re really not gonna let this go, are you?” “No.”

She exhales heavily, tossing the rest of her waffle into the container. “Alright. If you’re gonna do this, at least be smart. Meet him somewhere public, text me the location, and for the love of God, do not go anywhere alone with him.” A smirk tugs at your lips. “You sound like my babysitter.” “I sound like the only sane person in your life,” she corrects. “And what about Mingyu?” "That is one thing I need your help with." You look at her pleadingly.

Caro throws her head back with an exaggerated groan. “You have actually lost your mind.”

You clasp your hands together in a pleading gesture. “It’s just thirty minutes, Caro. You don’t even have to do much—just keep him busy.”

She levels you with an incredulous look. “Keep Mingyu busy? The same guy who stormed in like a damn action movie villain? Yeah, sure. Let me just ask him about his favorite rom-coms and hope he forgets about murder.”

You sigh. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, you’re being reckless,” she snaps, pointing a fork at you. “You’re walking straight into a trap, and now you want me to babysit the guy who’s probably plotting ten different ways to take out Elias as we speak.”

“Caro.” You look at her, your expression softening. “I wouldn’t ask if I had another option.”

She presses her lips together, shaking her head. “I hate you.”

“I love you.” You flash her your best hopeful smile.

She exhales sharply. “You owe me so much for this.”

“I’ll buy you coffee for a week.”

“Try a month.”

You bite back a groan. “Fine. A month.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "Look, I just need a distraction. Take him for coffee, pretend you have some urgent favor to ask him, I don’t know—flirt a little."

Caro chokes on absolutely nothing. "Excuse me?"

You resist a smirk. "Oh, come on, you’ve flirted with worse."

Her glare sharpens. "First of all, rude. Second of all, I would rather die than flirt with Mingyu. Third, he would see through me in ten seconds."

"Not if you’re convincing enough," you argue. "You’re a great liar when you want to be."

"Gee, thanks," she deadpans.

You huff. “I’ll figure something out.”

“You better.” She stabs her waffle with unnecessary force. “Because if this goes wrong, you know he’ll take it out on me.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

Caro lets out a dry laugh. “Right. Because you’ll be so available to save me while you’re having lunch with the guy everyone keeps warning you about.”

You wince. “Okay, fair point.”

She shakes her head, muttering under her breath. Then she looks up at you, her expression more serious. “Eva, are you sure about this? Like, really sure?”

You hesitate, just for a second. Then you nod. “I need to do this, Caro. I need answers.”

Caro exhales, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But if I die because of your dumbass plan, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

You grin. “Noted.”

---

Caro peeked into the living room and instantly regretted it.

Mingyu was standing by the window, arms crossed, exuding a level of intensity that made her insides shrivel. He looked like the main character of some noir film—brooding, mysterious, and very much not someone she should be bothering right now.

She could leave. She should leave.

Instead, she made the absolute worst decision and cleared her throat—way too loudly.

Mingyu turned, dark eyes landing on her.

Caro froze. “Uh. Hi.”

Mingyu just raised an eyebrow.

She pointed vaguely behind her. “I was just—uh—walking. Past. And then I thought, ‘Hey, why not…uh…check if the air is good in here?’”

Silence.

Eva, hidden behind the doorway, slowly dragged a hand down her face.

Mingyu just stared. “The air?”

“Y-yeah.” Caro nodded way too fast. “You know, like, sometimes different rooms have different…air qualities?”

Oh God. What was she even saying?

Mingyu blinked. “Right.”

Caro coughed and shuffled further into the room, trying to act normal but failing miserably by walking like a malfunctioning robot. “Sooo…” she dragged out, flopping onto the couch. “Do you…uh…do this often?”

Mingyu looked at her like she was an unsolvable puzzle. “Do what?”

“Lurk. Stand around. Look like you’re plotting a murder.”

Mingyu exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I’m not lurking.”

Caro squinted at him. “You totally are.”

He didn’t reply.

She tapped her fingers on her knee, forcing herself not to fidget. “Sooo, uh, what are you doing? Like, actually?”

Mingyu turned back toward the window. “Keeping an eye on things.”

“Vague.”

Silence.

You pressed both palms to your face. This was physically painful to witness.

Caro shifted in her seat. “You know, I—uh—used to think you were scary,” she blurted out.

Mingyu glanced at her. “Used to?”

Caro let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. But now I think you’re just…uh…very…serious?”

Mingyu didn’t react.

She tugged at the hem of her hoodie. “Which is totally fine! Nothing wrong with being serious. I mean, I’m serious. Well, not that serious. But like, sometimes I can be. But not in a broody way, more in a ‘wow, she really overthinks everything’ way, which is honestly worse, because then I start spiraling and—”

Mingyu pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you always like this?”

Caro snapped her mouth shut. “Like what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely at her.

She blinked. “Um. Yeah. Kinda.”

Mingyu exhaled. “Great.”

You clenched your jaw. This is taking too long.

Caro, seemingly oblivious to your growing impatience, straightened. “Well, since we’re, uh, talking, I have a question.”

Mingyu gave her a look that screamed do I have a choice?

Before he could answer, Caro suddenly perked up like she just had the best idea in the world. “Wait! Actually, come with me for a second.”

Mingyu frowned. “Why?”

She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s important.”

He stared at her, unimpressed.

You could feel the plan crumbling before your eyes.

Caro pouted. “Come onnn, just humor me.”

Mingyu sighed like he was already regretting every decision that had led him to this moment. But, to your relief, he followed.

You quickly scurried ahead, heart pounding. The plan was simple: shove him into the room, lock the door, and run.

Caro, still rambling about nothing, gestured toward a door. “Yeah, yeah, just in here! Super important thing I need to show you—”

Mingyu barely had time to react before Caro practically shoved him inside and Mingyu caught her hand and she got dragged too.

You didn’t hesitate. You darted forward, slammed the door shut, and turned the lock in one swift motion.

A moment of silence.

Then—

“What the hell?” Mingyu’s voice was sharp, irritated.

You took one breath, two—then bolted down the hallway.

Caro’s voice, muffled through the door: “Uh. So. Funny story—”

 Caro.”

“—I think this might not be the room we intended—”

You slapped a hand over your mouth.

No. No way.

“Caroline,” Mingyu’s voice was deadly.

“…Yes?”

“What. Room. Is. This.”

Caro let out a nervous laugh.

“Well. So, funny thing… this is—uh—Seungcheol’s room.”

Silence.

Then Seungcheol, voice dry as hell: “You two want to tell me why I’m locked in my own room with you?”

You turned on your heel and sprinted.

-----

You tapped your fingers against the edge of your glass, eyes flicking up to watch Elias as he skimmed the menu. The restaurant was nothing special—just a quiet, unassuming café tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore, the kind of place no one would think twice about. Perfect for a conversation like this. Elias looked… normal. Too normal. Dressed in a plain black sweater, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, he almost blended in with the other customers. If you didn’t know better, you'd think he was just some regular guy meeting a friend for lunch. But you did know better.

"So," he said finally, setting the menu down. "I wasn't expecting this invitation." You forced a small smile. "Figured it was time we talked." He hummed, tilting his head slightly. "Talk about what?" You shrugged, keeping your expression neutral. "You tell me." A slow, amused smile tugged at Elias's lips as he leaned back in his chair. "You invited me, sweetheart. Shouldn't you have something to say?" You clenched your jaw at the nickname but let it slide. "Fine," you said, leaning in slightly. "Why is my family so desperate to keep me away from you?" Elias didn’t react immediately. Instead, he picked up his water, took a slow sip, and set it back down with deliberate ease. "Now that," he said, "is a very interesting question."

You arched a brow. "And?" His eyes flickered with something unreadable. "And I think you already know the answer." You exhaled sharply, fingers curling into your lap. "If I did, I wouldn’t be here." Elias studied you for a moment, then sighed, like he was deciding how much trouble this conversation was worth. "Your family," he said finally, "isn't exactly known for their honesty. So tell me, Eva—what do you think they’re hiding?" You didn’t blink. "I think it has something to do with you." Elias let out a short, quiet laugh. "Smart girl." Your stomach twisted.

"That doesn't answer my question."

He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table. "Let me give you some advice," he said, voice softer now, almost gentle. "There are some things you're better off not knowing." You swallowed. "And there are some things I can’t afford to ignore." Elias held your gaze for a long moment, then shook his head with a small, knowing smirk. "You really are your sister’s shadow, huh?" Your breath caught for half a second before you forced herself to stay still.

Your pulse hammered in your ears, but you kept your expression steady. "How do you fucking know Lia?" Your voice came out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t care.

Elias simply smirked, like he had been waiting for you to ask. "Now, now," he drawled, tapping his fingers against the table. "That’s not a very polite way to continue a conversation."

"Cut the shit, Elias." You leaned in, your nails digging into your palm beneath the table. "You brought her up for a reason—so answer me."

Elias exhaled, tilting his head like he was considering his next move. Then, slowly, he sat back, shoulders loose, gaze amused. "Lia and I… crossed paths," he said vaguely.

Your stomach twisted. "That’s not an answer."

"It’s the only one you’re getting."

Frustration burned in your chest. He was toying with you, giving you just enough to keep you hooked but not enough to actually tell you anything. "When?"

Elias let out a quiet chuckle. "Persistent."

"Answer me."

He sighed, shaking his head as if you were some naive little thing. "Let’s just say Lia and I had some… mutual interests, once upon a time."

Your grip on your glass tightened. "You’re lying."

Elias arched a brow. "Am I?"

Yes. No. You didn’t know.

What you did know was that your sister never mentioned this man. Not once. And if Lia had been involved with someone like Elias—someone your family clearly saw as dangerous—why had she hidden it?

Unless… they weren’t hiding Elias from you.

They were hiding you from Elias.

The thought sent an uneasy shiver down your spine.

You inhaled deeply, forcing yourself to keep your cool. "Whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested."

Elias just smiled. "Oh, but you are, sweetheart. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here."

You opened your mouth to snap back, but before you could, a shadow passed over the table as the waiter arrived with their drinks.

"Here you go," the waiter said, setting down the cups. "Anything else I can get for you?"

You shook your head. "No, we’re good. Thanks."

As the waiter walked away, Elias picked up his cup, swirling the liquid inside lazily. "I’ll give you one more piece of advice," he murmured, not looking at you. "If you keep digging, you better be prepared for what you find."

You clenched your jaw. "That almost sounds like a threat."

Elias finally met your gaze again, his smile still in place but his eyes colder now. "It’s a warning."

You exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the napkin in your lap. You had walked into this dinner thinking you'd get answers. Instead, you were leaving with more questions.

You met Elias’s gaze head-on. “What do you know about her?”

Elias took a slow sip of his drink, watching you over the rim of his cup like he had all the time in the world. “Lia?” he mused, setting it down with a soft clink. “I know quite a bit.”

Your nails dug into your palm beneath the table. “Then start talking.”

Elias exhaled through his nose, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “You remind me of her, you know. Stubborn. Reckless.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

A chill ran down your spine, but you forced yourself to remain unfazed. “Did you know her well?”

Elias tilted his head, like he was debating how much to give away. “Well enough.”

Vague. Again.

You clenched your jaw. “She never mentioned you.”

His smirk deepened. “That’s because she didn’t want you to know.”

Something sharp twisted in your chest. “Why?”

Elias leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “Because she was protecting you.”

You felt your breath hitch.

Protecting you?

“What the hell does that mean?” you asked, voice tight.

Elias just watched you, unreadable. Then, after a moment, he shook his head with a quiet chuckle. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?”

Your stomach churned. You wanted to scream at him, to demand he stop playing games and just tell you the truth.

But you couldn’t let him see how much he was getting to you.

Instead, you inhaled sharply and sat back, mirroring his earlier ease. “You like talking in circles, huh?”

Elias hummed. “I like seeing how much you already know.”

You stared at him, searching his face for anything—any crack in his smug exterior that might give you an edge. “She’s dead,” you said, voice flat. “If you know something about what happened to her, I suggest you stop being cryptic.”

Something flickered in Elias’s gaze. Just for a second. But it was enough.

You straightened. “You do know something.”

Elias’s fingers tapped lazily against the table. “I know a lot of things.”

“Did you know her before she died?”

Elias smiled, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

You pulse pounded in your ears. If he was telling the truth—if Lia had been involved with him before she died—then why had your family never mentioned it?

And more importantly…

Had they known?

You swallowed hard. “What was she protecting me from?”

Elias exhaled, shaking his head. “You really are stupid if you think I am going to tell you that easily."

Elias leaned in, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Your eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

Elias’s smirk returned, slow and deliberate. “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching out like he had all the power in the world. “It’s simple, really. You do something for me, and in return, I give you the truth you’re so desperate for.”

You didn’t trust him—not even a little—but you also knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. He had answers, and you needed them.

Still, you crossed your arms, unimpressed. “You haven’t even told me what you want.”

Elias’s fingers drummed against the table, his gaze flicking over you like he was sizing her up. “There’s something I need retrieved. Something I can’t get myself. And lucky for me, you happen to be in a… unique position to help.”

That set off every alarm in your head. “Why can’t you get it yourself?”

Elias let out a low chuckle. “Because, sweetheart, some doors don’t open for people like me.”

Your stomach tightened. You already knew this was a terrible idea, but you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral. “And what exactly am I retrieving?”

His smile was razor-sharp. “A file. Locked away in a place you have access to.”

A cold weight settled in your chest. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m stealing from my own firm.”

Elias tilted his head. “Who said anything about stealing? Just take a little peek. Let me know what it says. That’s all.”

You wanted to walk away. Every instinct screamed at you to leave, to cut ties with whatever mess Elias was dragging you into.

But then you thought of Lia.

Of the secrets.

Of the protection you never even knew you needed.

Your pulse hammered as you met Elias’s gaze again. “And in exchange, you tell me everything about Lia?”

Elias smiled like he had already won. “Every last detail.”

You exhaled slowly. You were really going to regret this.

“Fine,” you said. “Tell me what I’m looking for.”

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

This will be for a draconic Ren Faire outfit. This shawl is the only part of the outfit I have planned so far, but Ren Faire isn't for a year yet. Most of the rest of my attire will probably be black