#lucky valentin 😏

[gloryride]

Lady is Ready

[moonswolfie]

The HQ!! boys with an S/O who has a sweet tooth PART 2

Part 1 / Part 2 (you're here)

reader is gender neutral but is described as cute a lot

since the first part reached 100 notes (it's a little more now) here's part 2!!!

Characters featured: Hinata, Kenma, Bokuto, Suna, Yamaguchi, Kita, Oikawa, Osamu, Akaashi, Hoshiumi

Hinata Shoyo

he knows you like sweet things but doesn't know exactly what you like

so he nervously brings you something sweet sometimes, worried that you'll dislike it (if you happen to like it a lot he'll make a mental note of it)

gets really flustered if you offer him something you're eating by putting it in front of his mouth and telling him to "ahhh" but he'll do it anyways 😖🧡

one day he asked his senpai for help with baking something for your birthday and it ended with a burning kitchen and a seeming attempt at a cake

Kozume Kenma

when you initially told him you liked sweets he just said "okay." and moved on which made you a bit sad because it seemed like he didn't care at all💔

but don't you worry, kenma stored that information well for future use 😉

think of it as a video game, when you give characters their loved gifts they become happy and when he wants to see you smile he gives you a piece of candy

once he learns your favourite he never forgets and brings it to you when you're having a bad day

Bokuto Koutaro

if we're talking about sweet things, Bokuto is a really good candidate to make the list

he gives you really ugly handmade chocolates every year on valentines and you don't even care because the sweetness is the only thing that matters (and his happy smile when he sees you eat them 😭💛)

he brags to his team how cute you are when you eat cakes (and in general too)

always kisses off the frosting on your lips and then gives you a cheeky grin😚

Suna Rintaro

you two both have photo collections on your phones, yours is of pretty pastries and his is of your pretty face eating them

if you ever get mad at him, he will tease you by sending you pics of him eating your favourites until you agree to talk it out over your favourite pastry

casually brings sweets over to your house sometimes and you always end up letting him stay over and eating them together

you have a secret photo collection of him eating sweets🤭😏

Yamaguchi Tadashi

even before you started dating he would bring you something sweet he made himself out of the blue (he was trying to flirt like that😭💚)

he thought the only reason you asked him out was cuz of that but he's sweeter than any cookie tbh

you really like buying sweets for him because he always makes the cutest face when recieving them

he often talks to Tsukishima about how lucky he is to have you (and thanks him for teaching him how to bake)

Kita Shinsuke

another member of the "you have to stay healthy" squad

if you're happy while eating sweets, he's happy😊

but he won't let you overdo it because he really cares about you

he eats sweet things too occasionally, but he follows the reccomended amount on the food pyramid thing (it's part of the routine🤷)

he always comments on how joyful you look eating sweets and it makes you blush

Oikawa Tooru

gets a lot of chocolates from his fangirls but he either gives them to you or shares them w u

bought you perfume/cologne that corresponds to your favourite flavour of sweets✨️

he gets really happy when he can smell it on you one one of your dates

one time Iwaizumi asked you if you're only with him cuz he buys you sweets💀💀

you had a dream of eating his hair and it tasting like chocolate and when you told him about it he told you to stay away from his hair in a horrified tone😗

Miya Osamu

as a fellow food enjoyer, he also appreciates sweet things

although they aren't really his forté, he does make sweets for you and they're really damn good too🤤❤️

seeing you eating well is the ultimate happiness for him and he might or might not spoil you a bit

pats your head while you're eating because he can't resist

defends you from Atsumu's mean jokes and you always end up stopping fights🤦

Akaashi Keiji

the final member of the "you have to stay healthy" squad

he reminds you to eat in moderation and makes sure you actually do, scolding you if you don't

you offer him sweets and talk to him gently when he's tired or overthinks hoping they would make him feel better

it may not be much but it shows that you care about him and that makes him indescribably happy💙

so much so that he treats you to your favourite once he feels better

Hoshiumi Korai

he's actually impressed by the fact someone can be so adorable while eating sweets (it should be illegal in his opinion)

you give him homemade chocolate sometimes and he acts all nonchalant and cool while receiving it but is lowkey screaming internally😘

his teammates have gained a new topic to tread lightly on (that being his blush when you give him sweets or anything you related)

when he wins games he invites you out for sweets as celebration and always insists to pay

[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Draco Malfoy × Reader

[[AN: I couldn't think of a song to go with this one so if you have an idea drop it in the comments~~ idk i feel like this one is a little different than the other ones ive done for thise series so let me know what you think! warning (?): end is suggestive 😏 — enjoy!! 💓]]

Read Mattheo's story here <3

Read Theo's story here <3

Read Blaise's story here <3

Read Enzo's story here <3

"So Draco? How did you ask [Y/N] to be your Valentine?"

Draco tilted his head at Pansy's question. "What do you mean how did I ask them?"

Pansy's eyebrows drew together and she jutted he head forward. "You didn't ask them?"

"I made reservations to take them to their favorite resturant. But no, I didn't ask them explicitly." He tapped his wand impatiently against the table.

"Draco!"

"What!?"

"Just because you're dating them, doesn't mean you don't have to ask them!" She rolls her eyes at him.

"You're kidding," his gaze flicks to Blaise seated next to him, "She's kidding, right?"

Blaise just shakes his head at the blonde.

Draco rakes his hand over his face, letting out a loud sigh. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He demands.

"Well– lucky for you– you have two amazing best friends who are gonna help you plan the perfect way to ask them." Pansy grins, clearly pleased with herself.

"Hold on– I did not agree to help with anything." Blaise argues.

"Too bad. You have no choice." She stands swiftly. "C'mon boys we don't have all day." She snaps.

•••

You hadn't seen Draco all afternoon, which was a little out of the ordinary. What could you say? Your boyfriend was on the clingy side. Not that you minded. No, not at all. It just made it strange that you hadn't seen him.

"You guys haven't seen Draco have you?" You ask Mattheo, Theodore, and Lorenzo when you pass them in the common room. They shrug, indicating they hadn't seen him either. You decided to head up to your room.

Just as you turned the knob you heard a shout from the other side of the door. "No! Don't come in!"

You stop, the handle still held in your hand. "Why not?"

You heard shuffling in the room. "I'm naked!" Pansy yells back.

Your eyebrows draw together in a confused expression. "Pansy I've seen you naked before. We are literally roomates." You deadpanned.

"Umm.. Blaise is naked!"

This caused your eyebrows to raise in surprise. "Why is Blaise naked in our room?"

On the other side of the door, Blaise gave Pansy a glare that silently said, 'Yeah why am I naked in your room?'

"Just- come back in an hour."

"Okayyy.." You turned away to head back towards the common room. She's going to have some explaining to do later, you thought to yourself.

You slump into a chair in the common room, falling into casual conversation and banter with the three friends present.

•••

An hour later, Blaise and Pansy descend the stairs. Mattheo wolf whistles at them as they approach. Blaise looks like he wants to shrink into nothingness.

"It is not what it sounds like." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"Oh I think it's exactly what it sounds like." Mattheo teases.

Pansy goes to grab your arm, dragging you up out of your chair and towards the stairs.

"You and Blaise?" You ask, smirking at her as she drags you along.

She rolls her eyes, "No I just needed an excuse for you to stay out of the room."

"Why did I need to stay out of the room?"

"You're about to see." She stops in front of the door to your room.

You push open the door. Inside the room, candles and heart shaped baloons float in the air. Rose petals are scattered around the floor. Draco is standing in the middle of it all, wearing a black button up shirt and slacks, which contast nicely with his pale skin and hair. He looks devilishly handsome. He smirks at you as you step towards him.

"Hi" the hint of suprise is evident in the tone of your voice. "What's all this?"

Draco takes your hands in his, pulling you close against him. "[Y/N] will you be my Valentine?"

"Draco, of course." You laugh softly, "You didn't have to do all this for me." You rest one of your hands on his chest and the other wraps around the back of neck. "You know I'll always be yours." You hum titlting your head so your lips were barely touching his.

Draco recoils from you slightly, his jaw dropping. "Pansy told me I had to ask you!" He exclaims. He sticks his lip out in a dramatic pout.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," you laugh softly. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's very romantic." You hum. Draco lets out a soft sigh, followed by a soft smile. He presses his lips against yours.

"I love you." He breathes against your lips.

"I love you too." You whisper back.

A knock at the door startles the two of you, causing you to jump slightly away from eachother.

"Are you guys done? I need to come in and get my sweater."

"Go away! Draco's naked!" You shout back. A smirk plays on your face and your fingers play with the buttons of his dress shirt.

Draco smirks as well, grabbing your waist you pull you close. "Come back in an hour." He calls. He dips his head to kiss you again, this time with more hunger.

"Better make it two!" You shout.

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Hello! Incoming Arthur x fem! reader request 🙏🏼

I got the idea from a little side dialogue where Arthur complains to Hosea that his back is sore and when Hosea offers to take care of it, Arthur declines lol.

BUT I was thinking that Arthur and reader are good friends. After noticing on their way back from a job that his back is a mess, she offers to massage him. He hesitates at first but obvi accepts 😏 maybe he lays down on the bedroll and she straddles him to massage him? or something tamer like he sits in front of her and she takes care of him that way?

The Guise of Night

Summary: Arthur got hurt and you decided to help him.

Warnings: Just your regular fluff!

Word Count: 3,057

A/N: I didn't die...again...I promise! I certainly hope this one lives up to expectations. It's your choice on what Arthur does next at the end...

“Arthur?” 

The outlaw’s wayward thoughts centered him back to reality, at least the reality of the sharp, nagging pain that jabbed the very center of his spine with every other rhythmic hoofbeat as his horse trotted along. And unfortunately, that was quite often. 

His attempt to be stoic about it was failing rather quickly in your presence, in case you were to tease him about how he received this injury; his faithful steed tripped over a tree root while running and sent Arthur flying—his landing unfortunately onto a sharp rock, enough to knock the wind from his chest and sending stars to erupt in his spinning vision. He’s of course had his fair share of falls, but this...this was by far one of the worst. It was by some stupid miracle he wasn’t paralyzed. 

Admittedly, he’d reached behind him in attempts to soothe the tender swelling beneath his vest more often than he’d realized, thus clearly showing his discomfort despite being so nonchalant about it. 

“You alright?” you asked, keeping your mare to trot in sync with him. 

He sighed. No use in continuing to feign. “Rocks ain’t exactly soft,” he muttered. “Pretty damn lucky I didn’t break somethin’.” 

You glanced at his lower back with a furrowed brow, and then back to him directly. “Do you need to stop for a minute? You look too uncomfortable.” 

Shaking his head, he tilted his head toward the path ahead. “Nah, we ain’t too far out from camp now. No point in stoppin’.” 

“If you insist then,” 

The ride back to camp wasn’t even twenty more minutes. But to Arthur, it felt like hours. Even the slow, easy trot his horse maintained was almost too much. Still, he managed to make it back, albeit having trouble dismounting and bringing his normal supplies back into camp. The stiffness in his gait was all too noticeable, yet thankfully no one else but Hosea mentioned his discomfort. 

And of course, Hosea with his expansive knowledge of remedies offered to help, but Arthur declined, stating he just needed some stew and a good night’s rest to be as fit as a fiddle. 

Late that night, he wished he’d stocked up on some health cures when passing through Valentine earlier. 

It was fairly late when he’d sat up from his failed attempts to sleep, rubbing his sore eyes and his even more sore back—and wincing. Without any immediate relief, he was definitely struggling more than he’d like to admit. 

Perhaps a bit of alcohol was to help. 

He leaned over his cot, reaching for the worn leather satchel rather slowly and stiffly, digging through the multitude of belongings until his fingers found purchase of a cool bottle neck. He grasped it and whipped it out, sitting up faster than he intended. 

Arthur hissed out a swear vulgar enough to make a nun blush, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. 

“Arthur? Was that you?” 

He stiffened at his own name, then immediately relaxed after recognizing your voice. He then peered out from his overhang to see into the darkness. Silhouettes of tents and inky black trees in the background lay unmoving until your figure appeared in his sights. 

Why were you up this late too? 

“Yeah,” he responded quietly. 

“Why are you up this late?” You asked, your silhouette moving closer to the wagon that housed his belongings. 

“Could ask ya the same,” he joked, though the pain was clear in his voice. “Can’t sleep with this God-awful ache.” 

You hummed so quietly he thought he imagined it. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he watched you step even closer, and the gleam of the half-moon reflected onto something in your hand. He at first thought you somehow had the same thought of late-night drinking, only to realize the bottle was much smaller. 

“I found this,” you held up the bottle. As he opened his mouth to ask, you continued. “It ain’t a health cure, but it’s liniment.” 

“Liniment?” He repeated with confusion. 

“For muscle pain,” you clarified. “I got it from some fancy doctor down in Saint Denis.” 

“You was bringin’ it over here?” He continued. 

“Yeah…” you said, shuffling even closer so now that you were just barely under the canvas. “I couldn’t sleep so I was rearranging some of my stuff, then I found it. I wasn’t thinking you would be awake, just wanted to drop it off.” 

He peered up at you—well, your silhouette anyhow, the faint silver moonbeam doinglittle to show him more than the soft billow of your clothing in a gentle breeze. He then reached over to his oil lamp, igniting the flame to burn at a low golden flicker. Your figure illuminated immediately—your torso draped in a fine silk nightgown, let your upper torso protected by a shawl. The bottle remained in your hand and you held it up, the liquid sloshing inside. 

He plucked it from your hand, eyes skimming over the slightly faded label. It mentioned rubbing on the skin for instant relief. He’d heard about this but never cared enough to try and obtain it, since health cures were easier. “So I jus’ slap it on?” 

You nodded. “I’ve used it myself a few times, works like a charm in taking the edge off.” 

With a low hum, Arthur’s eyes swept over the bottle again. He supposed he could try it; it couldn’t hurt any more than he was. “Well, thank you.” 

“Of course,” you said with a smile. “Uh...this may sound odd, but mind if I put it on for ya?” 

His breath hitched at that. He of course wasn’t a stranger to women offering a service for him, usually a young bath girl in hopes to make a quick buck by providing sweet talk and a nice wash on the rare occasion he’d get to indulge. Fleeting moments that he’d soon forget about with a move to the next state over.  

You were not as such, opting to ground your finances in a rather morally questionable way, just like the rest of them. He’d seen you shoot lawmen in the blink of an eye, pickpocket unsuspecting inebriated men in the saloon, lasso a wild Mustang and ride its bucks until the beast foamed and sleek with sweat, too exhausted to continue the fight. A woman of civilization would cringe at your acts. 

Yet, that was the furthest thing on his mind. 

A wild woman you were, but not without a tender heart. The kindness you’d shown him since you first joined was much more than he deserved, yet you never relented.  

There was always that one question, “Why?” he asked. 

“I learned a few massage techniques along my travels,” you explain. “Don’t have the occasion to use it often enough.” 

“Uh,” his eyes swept across the trodden grass beneath his feet, a wave of warmth rushing to his face. To even perform something so...intimate, it seemed improper. But with the pain that didn't seem to alleviate, what further harm could it truly do? He finally shrugged and said, “Sure,” before handing the bottle back to you. 

A smooth smile appeared on your lips, and you gestured for him to remove his shirt and lay down. He began to do so, rather slowly and awkwardly, knowing your eyes were on him as he revealed his top half for the first time, too afraid to even attempt to look at the damage in the mirror. Carefully he laid down on his stomach, skin prickling from the odd sensation of being...exposed...to you, in such a vulnerable position. 

He heard you step closer, your presence hovering over him as you presumably observed his back. “Jesus, Arthur...” you murmured. 

His head peeked up at that. “Can’t imagine it looks pretty.” 

“Unless you call a bruise ‘pretty’,” you amusingly replied. “Surprised there ain’t any blood.” 

“You n’ me both,” 

The sudden touch of your hand made him flinch. Your fingers were surprisingly soft and light, dragging down along the expanse of his back, and halted right at the edge of his tender flesh. He tensed, waiting for the inevitable agonizing pain. Instead, your fingertip circled, still with featherlight pressure, around the area. 

“Lots of swelling here...” you observed, before Arthur heard the unmistakable yanking of the cork from the glass bottle. A few seconds passed before cool liquid dripped onto his back. 

Your palm rested on his spine before you began to move in a circular motion, each pass becoming bigger than the last. The liniment spread along easily, its cooling sensation spreading to soothe his angry wound. He released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, thankful the expected pain had been dulled. 

What happened next was unexpected. 

He felt his cot shift slightly with your weight as you straddled his thighs. His head shot up and his heart hammered, your name sliding from his lips in surprise. 

“Shh,” you cooed, reaching to pat his shoulder. “Just relax, okay?” 

This was completely new, and any other time he would have immediately stood and left. But your voice, your touch, soothed him just like this liniment was doing to his aching back. He had no reason not to trust you, after all. 

He took a deep breath. “Okay,” he replied. 

“Good, I’ll work up here first,” you patted his shoulder again, before both hands were placed against the swell of muscle on either side. The pressure was slight as you began to work, kneading and pushing along his body like bread dough. 

Bath girls have done this countless times, but your technique was different. It wasn’t just rubbing, it felt much more complex; managing to hit every pit of tension he held. A twinge of pain that soothed itself almost instantly with just the right amount of pressure. 

With each stroke he felt himself relax even more, so much that he could have melted into a puddle if it were physically possible. The breath he released rattled with a low groan. 

“You alright?” You quietly asked, hesitant with your movement. 

“‘Course,” he rasped. “Ain’t ever felt so damn good in my life.” 

“Ah, don’t exaggerate,” you giggled lightly. 

“I ain’t,” Arthur assured you. “Never had anything like this before.” 

“Then you haven’t lived,” you replied, steadily moving to his mid back, dragging your palms perpendicular to either side of his spine. “The bath girls do a decent job, but nothing close to this.” 

“No kiddin’,” he groaned, falling deeper with such ease. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly felt this peaceful, if at all. 

The conversation quieted down as you methodically worked lower along his back, taking extra care to work out any “knots”, as you called them, to find that he was riddled with such. Every individual release felt like heaven; his own body almost gelatinizing beneath your capable hands. 

Hell, if it hadn’t been for your occasional shift upon his thighs, he would’ve fallen asleep.  

Although as relaxed as he was, he was still very aware of how you positioned yourself atop him. It’d been years since a woman had gotten this close without the temptation of money. You didn’t ask for compensation, instead just offered without a second thought. 

He often wondered why you chose to be so good to him, Lord knows he doesn’t deserve it. Favors often didn’t come without a price in this world. Yet you never asked nor expected anything from him, an almost suspicious at first, yet pleasant, surprise. 

The thought, however, crossed Arthur’s mind more than he’d like to admit. 

But how would that appear to the others? To you? Would you get the wrong idea? Would you think he was sweet on you? What if you didn’t like it? 

The sensation of your thumb grazing across a particularly thick knot spiraled him back to the present, a soft hiss sliding from his teeth. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured gently, the pressure lightening. “Is that better?” 

“Yeah…” he sighed out, closing his eyes as the lump of tension dissipated. That was the relationship between the two of you, he thought. Him; a grizzled outlaw hardened by life’s woes. Then there was you…a unique combination resulting from the world’s cold abrasiveness, yet still retained a gentleness that belonged to a more civilized pathway, a balance to soothe his rough exterior. 

You were…nothing short of amazing. 

His entire body flinched involuntarily when you’d reached low enough to handle his injury. Your hand stopped at his sudden jerk, hovering just above the bruised skin. 

“Easy there,” you cooed, your voice still soft. “Let me know if it’s too much…” a tender graze navigated the swelling. Though still sore, the liniment allowed it to be bearable.  

He breathed, slowly, attempting to convince his body to relax once again. “Go on,” he rumbled. “Ain’t gonna get much worse.” 

The pressure was slight, almost like a tickle. The movement was different, though, circular and drawing outwards rather than the constant crisscrossing of your previous paths. It almost seemed as if you were drawing a sun on his back. 

“This is just to aid the swelling,” you explained, his unasked question now answered. “It opens up more space for drainage.” 

Seems like massage was much more than just relaxing folk. He had to wonder where exactly you learned this from, and why you chose to rough it as an outlaw rather than living a much more comfortable life with such valuable knowledge. 

So he decided to voice it. “How come you ain’t makin’ money on this somewhere else?” 

You giggled, sliding your palm through the very core of the pain and to the side, as if attempting to drag it away. “You mean, ‘why not satisfy countless men with my hands when I’d rather be here?’” 

You were good at reading his mind sometimes, perhaps too good. It wasn’t exactly his intention, but the thought of you doing this to a stranger didn’t settle right in his belly. “Uh…” he huffed, trying to keep from bracing again. 

“Perhaps I could, should I decide I’m done sleeping in the dirt and robbing rich folk of their precious pearls,” you continued, the smile audible in your voice. “But where’s the fun in that?” 

Arthur chuckled. “Wouldn’t exactly call this life, ‘fun’.” 

“It has its moments,” you replied, “Especially when Dutch’s brute of a Lieutenant gets a drink or two and loosens up.” 

Arthur snorted, turning his head to give you a sideways look. “Now I ain’t always a brute.” 

“Course not, not when you have some booze,” you joked, grinning down at him. “You’re a lot more fun that way.” 

“Y’ think so?” Arthur drawled, a smile of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“From the escapade I heard you had with Lenny,” you recounted. “Stirrin’ up enough trouble for the lawmen to chase you outta town!” 

“I made it out, didn’t I?” he chuckled. “Honestly, I might’ve gone too far that night...all for the sake of forgettin’ ‘bout Micah.” 

“Well...it ain’t very often we get to let loose, you know?” you said. “Shame we can’t do it more often.” 

“Would be nice,” Arthur agreed, though internally cringed at the memory of that night in the saloon. “…Maybe.” 

“Well, wouldn’t be bad if it was just you and me,” you say thoughtfully. “I’d keep ya in line.” 

“That so—” he groaned and tensed as you hit a particularly sore spot. 

Your pressure lightened significantly, easing him back into a state of relaxation. Your hips shifted and he could feel your presence hovering closer over him, your breath just ghosting along the shell of his ear as you whispered, “I know I can…” 

For whatever godly reason, this action manifested a knot in his belly. A knot that stirred an emotion he’d locked away so long ago, it was almost foreign. His heart began to pound. Not out of anxiety, but a rare excitement. 

Just as the feeling began to swell, you seated yourself back to your original position as if you’d never moved in the first place, focusing right back to his injury. 

Arthur was left breathless, his mind abuzz. Why on earth did that happen to him just now? He wanted to ask what exactly you meant by that, but deep down in his gut, he knew exactly what it truly meant. 

How was it that you out all people would elicit such a wayward thought when he’d attempted to hide it for years? You…a woman of such strength and kindness and a spitfire attitude who would boldly refuse a comfortable civilian life to live in the dirt with the rest of them. 

It seemed as if he’d answered his own question. 

“You doing alright?” You asked, breaking his train of thought. 

“Uh…” he hesitated, wondering what to say next. “Sure.” 

“Pressure too much?” 

“Nah,” he shook his head lightly. “Jus’…relaxin’, is all.” 

The exact words were lost to him. Hell, there was no proper form of thought to even remotely describe the tornado whirling and wreaking havoc in his mind currently. Confusion, happiness, contentedness, nostalgic, and maybe even…forlorn. 

It never truly occurred to him just how much he missed the essence of intimacy, having convinced himself he was unworthy and undeserving. Still is, really, how you willingly offered to cater to his comfort was still a complete mystery to him. 

“May…may I ask you somethin’?” 

There was a slight pause in your movement before you continued. “Yeah?” 

“Why are ya doin’ this for me, really?” He inquired. “Coulda jus’ left me with that concoction.” 

A small giggle curled into the still air like fine smoke. Your hands smoothed up his back and back down, gliding through his muscles with no effort. “Well, I suppose you might already know,” your tone held a slight playfulness to it, like a teasing child. 

And just at an instant, your weight disappeared from him. He blinked and turned to look at you as you straightened the ruffles from your nightgown. You peered up and smiled innocently at him, except the telltale gleam in your eye held another story. “See you in the morning, Mr. Morgan,” you say, swiveling on your heel to sidle towards your sleeping area. 

He had half a mind to tell you to stay. Instead, he muttered a flustered, “thank you,” before attempting to redress his torso. 

[alj4890]

Always Winning

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart one-shot.

Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week

Day 2: WWTD? Tobias randomly buys a lottery ticket while getting his morning coffee. Turns out it's the winner, and he's just won $50 million dollars. What does he do?

A/N For this one, we'll set it in Book 3's canon, but my MC is single and perhaps not as against dating someone she works with as she originally thought 😏 This one got away from me.

Masterlist

"It can't be." Tobias whispered.

He stared down at the lottery ticket in his hand, then reread the numbers on the screen.

"Holy--" He covered his mouth, eyes growing larger the more he realized the truth.

He'd just won fifty million dollars.

If it hadn't been for the visit up to New York City to see his older brother and his wife and kids for the weekend, he wouldn't have given in to a wild whim to buy a ticket. He'd decided to top off his gas and grab a coffee for the road before the drive back to Boston. While at the gas station, he remembered how he used to buy a lottery ticket every so often during college.

His younger self swore that all he needed was one set of numbers, just one chance. No need to buy multiple tickets. It made no sense to do so when you already knew you were the lucky, always winning sort.

Remembering that naive, fun loving guy, he purchased one Powerball.

Jumping to his feet with a whoop, he pumped his arms in the air. A thousand, or rather a million, thoughts rushed through his brain on what he should do with the money.

He knew that early twenties Tobias would have blown a large chunk of it on a trip around the world and probably a few sports cars. He'd then have given some to his two brothers.

"I'll still do that." He announced to his empty room. "I'll give some to Hugh and Phillip for the kids' future."

He had no doubt his young nieces and nephews would go far in their chosen careers. They were Carrick's after all. Even though they were all under the age of ten, with one still in diapers; he believed they were on their way to greatness.

A few million invested along with what his brothers already had saved would have them more than ready for a future of buying homes, paying for college, or starting a business.

They might even take after their favorite uncle and want to spend it on a trip around the world.

Tobias began to pace. Having settled on that, he wondered if he should quit work and do that traveling he'd always dreamt of doing.

Granted, he'd already visited many areas of the world that were on his must see list. He'd always been wealthy. Money was never a problem for the Carrick's. Being a physician had only increased his fortune.

The thought of no longer being a doctor made him pause. He couldn't imagine waking up without that purpose. He never imagined retiring early, especially this early in his career.

But if he had the means, should he look into doing something else?

He couldn't think of another profession that could hold his interest like medicine. He thrived on the unending mysteries the human body offered. The innate drive he felt to not only solve those very mysteries along with finding cures was unlike anything else he'd experienced.

"Retirement will have to wait." He muttered.

His mind began to wander to another reason he wasn't quite ready to hang up his stethoscope.

If he did retire, he would lose his time with Dr. Christy Valentine.

His lips quirked into a smile. There was something about Chris that made his days at Edenbrook a delight. Not only was he able to be a part of the famed diagnostics team, he was given an opportunity to get to know her better.

Everything he discovered about her made him want to know even more.

She made work fun for him. He'd originally thought working with Ethan again would be what would make it so, but it ended up being Chris. Her sense of humor meshed well with his own. Her intelligence was something he marveled at. She had a warmth that was irresistible.

He couldn't think of anything he disliked about her, save for one little detail.

She wasn't his.

In fact, she wasn't anyone's. Before he moved over to Edenbrook, she'd teetered on almost being Ethan's. He didn't know the whole story behind that particular folly. All he did know was that Chris had sworn off dating anyone she worked with.

Since he didn't know how to broach the subject that they were perfect for one another, he'd settled (for the time being) in becoming very good friends with her. Many nights were spent over dinner or drinks, talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

He could see her becoming more and more comfortable around him. His occasional flirty comments had the ability to not only make her smile but also blush. He suspected she felt something more for him. Perhaps, the time was drawing near where he could finally make his move.

Glancing down at his lottery ticket, he thought about saving some of the money for his own nest egg. If things went the way he hoped, Chris might one day become his wife. He'd want to build her the home of her dreams.

And maybe...they might start a family of their own.

He knew that was Chris's dream. She told him that since she had the career she'd always hoped for, she wanted to one day have a family all her own.

****************

A few months earlier...

"I don't think that's too much to ask." She mumbled over drinks. "I know my love life is pretty much non-existent, but there has to be someone out there who wants what I want too."

"I wouldn't say your love life is non-existent." Tobias countered. "Just stalled."

Her lips quirked into a brief smile. "That does sound more promising."

"Trust me, Chris," he leaned closer to her, "you will have all that you want."

She lifted her eyes to his. Blushing somewhat over having him so near and for basically crying over her love life, she tried to make it a joke.

"Are we adding fortune telling skills to your resume?" She teased.

Tobias rolled his eyes. "You don't need psychic powers to see that you're the whole package."

Chris stilled. "You think I'm the whole package?"

"Any man who doesn't see it is a fool." He told her. "And I've never been a fool."

Chris's lips parted to say something. The two were interrupted before she had a chance to speak by Bryce coming over to tell them about one of their patient's surgical consultation. The conversation never returned to what they'd been discussing.

Tobias was left wondering what she'd been about to say of his observation.

**************

"Saving for my own future wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Besides, if he and Chris weren't meant to be and he never met anyone else, then he could make certain his nieces and nephews inherited his fortune.

He sat down on his sofa to study his winning ticket. Something was still off about his decision. He didn't really need fifty million dollars. Giving some to his family and of course the taxes that he would have to pay, still left him with more than he needed.

I need more time to think.

Reaching for his phone, he called Ethan.

"I won't be coming to the hospital this week." He told him.

"Are you sick?" Ethan asked.

"No." Tobias sighed. "I need some time alone to figure out a few personal issues."

"Call if you need longer than a week." Ethan told him.

"Will do." Tobias replied.

After ending the call, he decided to sleep on his decisions.

**************

Five days later...

Tobias had just finished a conference call with his brothers when he heard a brisk, yet persistent tapping on his front door.

Curious, he peeked out to see who his unexpected visitor could be.

Eyes widening, he opened the door.

"Chris?" He leaned against the doorframe and flashed his most charming smile. "What brings you here?"

She folded her arms, eyes narrowing while doing a quick study of him.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

He waved down his body. "Can't you tell?"

Instead of her typical laughter whenever he playfully complimented himself, she instead bit down on her bottom lip.

"Ethan said you needed some personal time off."

"That's right." He stepped back to invite her in.

Her worry only grew with how casual he was being about everything.

"May I take your coat?" He asked.

She glanced down at her crisp, white Edenbrook coat. She'd forgotten to remove it when she decided to leave work and come check on him.

Without a word, she shrugged out of it and handed it to him.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He noticed the time. "You probably haven't had lunch yet. I could make us some--"

"I don't want anything." She cut him off.

He raised an eyebrow over her brisk tone.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You!" She snapped. "I know it's none of my business, but you never take personal days!"

"That's not true." He motioned for her to sit down. "I went to visit my mom last month for her birthday."

"That wasn't personal." She stressed while taking a seat near him. "You always tell me when you plan a vacation or to go see your family."

"I suppose I do." He grinned over that fact.

"So why couldn't you tell me about taking off?" She demanded.

Chris knew she sounded crazy. Something hit her the wrong way when he didn't bother to tell her he wasn't coming in to work this week. Having to ask Ethan if he knew whether or not Tobias was sick had been hard enough.

Weren't they friends? Didn't she tell him everything? Didn't he feel like he could tell her if something was wrong?

Her fear, that had grown larger when she didn't hear from him, was that he was planning on leaving Edenbrook for another hospital. Things had been tense between him and Ethan since he started. She wouldn't blame him for going to work somewhere else.

She couldn't imagine losing him now that she knew him. She refused to dig deeper into why having him near was so important to her.

You swore off men you work with, she reminded herself. See what happens when you actually fall for them.

She jumped to her feet, bumping into his coffee table and nearly tripping over the area rug.

"Chris?" He reached out to try and steady her. He felt his own alarm over her abrupt behavior when she moved further out of his reach.

"I should go!" She raked a hand through her hair, almost yanking a handful out. "I shouldn't have come to nag you into telling me what's going on. It's none of my business what you do with your time. Your reasons are your own for taking off."

"Hold on!" He grasped her arm, stopping her near sprint out of his living room. "I can tell you."

"Really," she tried to twist free, "there's no need."

"I won the lottery." He announced.

She stilled. Her temper nearly exploded over him making light of her concern.

"Fine! Don't tell me." She snapped. "I don't know why I came here."

"I'm serious!" He went to retrieve all the paperwork he'd received when he accepted the winnings. "Look."

She glanced down. Her anger turned to astonishment when she saw his bank draft.

"YOU WON FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS!" She shouted.

"I did." He chuckled over her reaction.

"No wonder you took off work!" She dropped back down on his sofa.

Tobias watched as her surprise gave way to utter sadness.

"Being a multimillionaire isn't that awful." He joked.

"You're not coming back are you?" She asked, fighting back tears.

"Where? To work?" He sat down next to her.

She nodded. A few stray tears slipped out.

"I thought about that." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

She sniffed, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue she'd found in her pocket.

"I'll miss you." She admitted. "I can't imagine not having you around the hospital anymore."

"I'm not leaving." He squeezed her close. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

She bit down on her bottom lip and kept her eyes averted.

"So, you taking off was to collect your winnings?"

"That and to decide what to do with it." He explained. "I went ahead while in New York and had my brother, Hugh, help me set up trust funds for my nieces and nephews."

Her head jerked up at that. "You gave it to your family?"

"Some of it." He relaxed back against the sofa cushion, pulling her with him. "I plan on keeping some for myself."

He felt a glimmer of hope that his plans for his own share wouldn't go to waste when she remained tucked against his side.

"The rest," he continued, "I'm still debating on."

"Oh." She felt foolish for her behavior.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to look up at him.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"For what?" He asked.

"My coming over here, forcing you to tell me what was going on, and--"

"You didn't force me." He reminded her.

"Still." She looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. "You should have been able to keep this private."

"I tell you everything as it is." Tobias squeezed her in another side hug. "I was planning on telling you when I was done making decisions."

He watched her fight back a smile.

"I should let you get back to thinking." She got back to her feet. "And I should probably get back to the hospital before Ethan realizes I left."

"He's already missing one brilliant mind on his team." Tobias teased. "He can't have his two smartest doctors missing in action."

Chris burst out laughing.

"I'll see you later." She said on her way out.

"Chris, wait." He followed her out. "Let's have dinner Sunday night."

"Okay." Her smile made his heart flip. "But you're paying, Dr. Moneybags."

He laughed, shaking his head in mock resignation. "I knew you'd only want me for my money."

She waved goodbye, still smiling that particular smile that made him want to admit his feelings for her.

Perhaps dinner would be the perfect time to do that very thing.

*************

Sunday morning, Chris received a phone call from her parents.

Dr.'s Lorna and Jamie Valentine were currently in Yemen working with their Doctors Without Borders team. The married surgeons had been working for as long as Chris could remember to offer healthcare for those in need. She had traveled with them often growing up, only spending time for school in Inverness and Edinburgh with the rest of the Valentine's. When the pair wasn't working with their team, they were traveling to different universities to teach their vast knowledge of medicine.

"How are things going?" Chris asked.

"Even better than expected!" Lorna told her. "We received a donation, one specifically requested for our team to use."

Chris stilled. "You did?"

"Someone who wished to remain anonymous gave us close to ten million." Jamie explained.

"I wonder who it could have been." Lorna added. "I've been wracking my brain to think of some millionaire we've met in the past."

Chris had a feeling she knew who they had met. Though it had been a horrific time in all their lives, they had met a certain doctor when she'd been dying from the attack on Senator Farrugia.

And since he had just won the lottery, that certain doctor had to be the donor.

Her parents continued to tell her how the money would be used for the clinic they'd started. They didn't notice how quiet their daughter was during their excited plans. Once they made sure she was doing well, they ended the call.

Chris couldn't help but be touched that Tobias had thought of her parents' work to give money towards.

"Of course," she mumbled to herself, "it could be someone else they know who secretly has that kind of money to donate."

She knew that was farfetched.

"It was Tobias." She later told her reflection as she got ready to meet him for dinner.

It makes me love him even more, she thought to herself.

She stilled as the realization struck.

No. No. NO! Her mind screamed. Did you learn nothing with Ethan?!

She slumped down and softly hit her head on the bathroom counter, hoping it would knock some sense into her.

"Welp." She muttered once she sat back up. "No stopping it now."

She was and had been, for longer than she wanted to admit, in love with Tobias Carrick.

****************

"Damn." Tobias stood up to pull out a chair for her. "Someone went all out for dinner."

Chris did her best not to be flustered over that compliment. Since she realized what she felt for him, she decided to dress specifically for him.

The off the shoulders, little black dress hugged her curves while showing off her long legs.

"This old thing?" She smiled at him. "I keep this for any normal night out."

"Then why haven't I had the pleasure to see you in it before?" He asked, enjoying the sight she made in it.

"I didn't want to spoil you." She teased.

He snorted, pulling his own chair closer to her side of the table once she was seated.

"Too late." He told her.

She sighed in playful resignation.

"I knew I should have left this hanging in the closet."

"That is not a dress that should be hanging in a closet." Tobias remarked.

"Then where should it be?" She asked.

Chris waited to see if he'd take her flirty bait and run with it. She soon saw that she wasn't going to be disappointed.

He slowly smiled at her, eyes lingering upon her cleavage. "If it's not on you, then it should be on some lucky man's floor."

That was just the opening she'd been hoping for.

"Some lucky man, hmm?" She pretended to ponder that.

Picking up her menu, she cut her eyes at him and waited for him to take a sip of his drink.

"You seem pretty lucky to me." She remarked.

Tobias coughed, choking on his whiskey sour.

Her smile grew over his reaction.

Once he was able to breathe, he studied her face to see just what she meant by that.

She met his eyes, winking at him.

"Of course," she continued, "I would like to enjoy dinner before this dress hits your floor."

"Chris?" He couldn't believe she was actually flirting with him. "Before you continue teasing me like this, you should know that I want more from you."

"More." She repeated. "As in?"

"As in us being together." He explained. "As a couple."

"So if I were to introduce you to someone as the man I'm in love with?" Chris prodded.

Tobias took her hand in his.

"Then I would say it's about damn time since I've been in love with you for a while now."

She squeezed his hand. Her eyes were shining with an emotion he'd hoped to one day see directed at himself. "Good thing I know how to introduce you from now on."

He lifted her hand to press a lingering kiss upon her knuckles.

Tearing his eyes from her, he attempted to study the menu.

"Now that that's settled," he couldn't contain his smile, "what's the fastest thing we can order on this menu so we can get out of here?"

Chris began to laugh as she tossed her menu down.

"Glasses of water?" She offered.

"I have that at home." Tobias reminded her.

"I do like your water." She stood up, pulling him along with her.

"Only the best in town." He added, while paying for his drink.

"I'm willing to see if that's true." Chris tugged him close.

Tobias leaned down the short distance to kiss her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

When he lifted his head, he found her smiling at him in a way that told him this was just the beginning of all he wanted.

After all, he struck the jackpot when he won Chris.

[violetsandfluff]

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yourinstagram happy valentine’s eve! can’t wait to share what I have in store for you guys! 🤪

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ynfan1 IS THIS THE MUSIC YOU’VE BEEN TEASING SINCE OCTOBER?

⤷ ynfan2 if it’s not I’m suing 😫

florencepugh I’m trying to be patient, I really am…

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oliviarodrigo drop it like it’s as hot as you. ie right now.

⤷ ynrodrigo OLIVIA I LOVE YOU

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yourinstagram maybe you don’t know it’s lost till you find it 🌸🌺💐💕

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jefezoff day one of telling y/n how in love Harry is with her

ynfan3 she’s quoting harry!!!

⤷ ynrrystan my heart is bursting

annetwist those flowers are so you 🥹

ynfan4 are those from harry?

⤷ harryfan you already know it 😉

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ynrryupdates harry and y/n out today, february 14, 2023.

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harryfan2 he’s treating his girl well tonight 🥹

⤷ ynrrystan he treats her well every night 😏

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[quill-pen]

Inspired by recent pics, imagine:

The Pack girls get some money together during the early days in the cottage and do a boudoir photoshoot. To have fun, lift each other’s spirits, hype each other up (“oh my gosh, how is it LEGAL for someone to look that beautiful?!”) and hype each other up! Kind of like their lingerie parties, but with souvenirs, haha!

Then, when they’re all with their hubbies, they do it again. The pictures are saucier and more private this time, and ladies like Nancy, Ethel and Hela and others jump in to join. Wouldn’t shock me if TeTe did the same.

Then each lucky man gets a fancy book of photos from their wifey from the day, as a lovely present. 💕

This gives Valentine’s vibes, but honestly, they could probably do it anytime with how down bad these couples are for each other. 😏

Yes, I LOVE this idea. So much fun for these ladies and a bonding experience to empower each other!

Also, imagining the hubbies getting to see the original photos at some time in the relationship.😏 And then getting the second photos later on.🥵 It's like a before and after sort of thing. Before hubby: sexy, but more of a cute, flirty sexy. After hubby: the sensual, risque, scandalous sexiness of a woman who's found the person who brings that out in her and makes her feel safe and confident.

These men have no idea how they landed so well on their feet.

[entertainmentgirl80]

KoKo's & Bobby's Sexy Time (Robert "Bob" Floyd x Koko Floyd) 😘😏☺️

Robert Floyd x Koko Floyd (Black Curvy/Plus-Size Reader)

Warning: Loving Smut, Bobby being touchy, and Just Fluff.

It's been 3 months since you and Bobby have sex since that Valentine's Day weekend little getaway together, so now it's already April. It's springtime in San Diego, California, and it's the weekend once again, so while you are doing housewife duties, Bobby wanna tell you something:

"Hey my darlin'" he greeted to you

"Hey Baby boy, what up?" You kissed him on the cheek

"Nothing much but hey I'm have a idea, listen I'm know it's been little chaotic because of work, the kids, and stuff like that but I'm know it's been while again that we have "you know?" Bob knows what he is talking about.

"I'm know baby, so what idea that you cooking up though?" You asked him while you were sitting down, eating a sandwich.

"Well , I was thinking that. Can you call Jake to watch the kids once again? Because I'm wanna take you out tomorrow night and I got a surprise for you as well." Bob smiles at you with those baby blue eyes of his.

"Yeah, of course, babe, and tell you the truth, you know what?"

"What?" Bob wanna knows

"I'm looking forward to spending time with my love as well," you told him with a grin on your face.

So finally it's the weekend, y'all already gotten dressed for your date night, you is wearing your sundress with your denim jacket, with your gold bracelet & Michael Kors watch on. While Bobby is wearing his plain shirt and blue jeans, so after Jake came over to spend the night with the kids and y'all told him thank you for watching them, then see him the next day.

Y'all check in for the night at the hotel, and you tell the person who said thank you after she handed you the hotel room card. So after you two got settled in for the night, you are starting to get hungry, and so the two of y'all order room service and afterward y'all ate. You went to the bathroom, put on your favorite lace lingerie, then came out, and you can tell that Bobby's cheeks are red & hot because he just can't believe that he has a beautiful wife looking good like that after giving birth of two of your children. But however he was so lucky that he have you as a wife and a mother to your two beautiful children.

"Oh my goodness, Koko, you are so beautiful." He said to you while he was blushing.

"Thank you, baby, you look so handsome and let me take those glasses on you so I can see your sweet face." You cooed.

You took his glasses off.

"There now I'm see your beautifully handsome face that I'll love." You smile at him

He even more blushed that you sweet talk him and he know he love that you making his cheeks red the way you talk to him and making him feel like he the only man in the world. So as he got up the bed, gently put his hands on your curvy hips, and softly kissed you with passion. And he gave you his hand, laying you down on the bed, do foreplay, kissing on your temple, your breasts, your stomach, the way he touching you feeling like you only his woman in the world when the day he first met you when you first came to California.

"Bobbyyy, I'm need to feel you, I want you" you cooed

"I'm know baby, but you know I'll always take my time because you are so sweet like that." He said to you with lust in his baby blue eyes.

So the next morning, you & him waking up naked in the bed, y'all just laying there and enjoying each other's company and being lovely dovely. Y'all kissed, and y'all two said love yous.

A/N: Sorry that I'm taking my sweet time to do this story but I'll did my sexy smut one-shot story but you know I'm love me some Bob besides Hangman because he is a cutie. 🤗

[justonemorechapternicercy]

hi princess 💗 “I’d be perfectly happy walking around and holding hands.” for percico?🥰 (I see your tags my love, I see your tags 😏🥹❤️)

I love you, foxy ❤️❤️❤️

"According to the legend," Nico started, pointing at the second level of the Duomo. "See that red column? They say if you stare it at five minutes, you will be lucky in love - for 24 hours. It is said to be a column of Venus' temple in the ancient times, so if you stare at it without turning your head away, she will bestow you with her honor."

Percy looked at the red marble, then immediately blinked away.

"Babe, no. No, don't do this to me! We are here for a vacation, not to invoke her!" He stage whispered, glancing around nervously in fear of her appearance. It was actually a valid concern, as Valentine's day was her day and he knew it very well that she liked to walk on the Earth on that day and "help" people with their love life. Percy did not need her help.

He was quite content with his life the way it was, thank you very much. No demanding girlfriend who couldn't understand why he wasn't doing more romantic stuff, no expectations, just an understanding, loving boyfriend.

"Don't worry that much! It's just a legend, that's all," Nico curled his arm around Percy's shoulder, pulling him close. He sounded pretty confident, but he couldn't help but look behind themselves. Maybe he should leave his historical fun legends for times they weren't on a date. In Italy.

Yeah. Good idea.

"Do you want to do something? Go somewhere else maybe?" Nico asked, suddenly more nervous about the whole thing. He planned to have a cute little getaway for Valentine's day, but maybe it wasn't what Percy wanted, maybe Italy was too romantic for him. Maybe he wanted London? That wasn't as bad as the Mediterranean was for demigods. Or Kyoto? Percy always wanted to visit Japan... Or-

"Calm down, principe, I'm okay. You are doing great," Percy smiled, giving a quick peck on Nico's cheek. "I love being here, but I'd be happy to be anywhere else in the world too, if that means we can walk around, holding hands, and just being together without any interruptions. I love you, I really do."

Nico exhaled, pulling Percy against his chest, he breathed in the comforting smell of his beloved's hair. He didn't want to screw it up. He loved his Sea Prince so much. He always did, ever since he came into his life (like a wrecking ball - his beloved wrecking ball.) "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I just want to be with you, okay? We don't need to do anything extra, just be together," Percy said earnestly, then a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "But now that we are in Pisa, you have to invite me to eat a gelato! The last time we visited Italy - still don't get why you thought Annabeth needed something that elaborate for Christmas, but anyways -, we couldn't eat gelato! I want to try it!"

Nico stared down at his boyfriend. "Isn't it... You know, too cold for that?"

"There's no such thing as too cold for ice cream," Percy shook his head forcefully.

Well then... Hand holding and gelato. Nico could do both. Actually, that sounded more than perfect. The son of Hades smiled, glancing down to his excited boyfriend, and he could barely believe how could he love somebody so much without his chest bursting open.

Then, he lead the way. His beloved wanted gelato, so gelato he would get.

[dragon-kazansky]

For Valentines Day:

Fanboy x Lucky

NSFW-ish is a-ok with me 😏

I am putting it entirely in your hands because I love and trust you

My gorgeous Baylie,

I woke up this morning feeling in top of the world. You know why? Because you were right there beside me. I can't even imagine my life without you in it. You are my life, my love, my everything.

Getting to call you mine is the greatest blessing of all. I am so very proud of you and all the things you have accomplished. Don't let anyone ever stand in your way. No one gets the best of Lucky.

I'm off to make you breakfast and spoil you rotten for the rest of the day. My girl deserves it.

I love you, my beautiful Lucky.

Always and forever.

Your Mickey

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter. I know it's not Valentine's Day yet, but I wanted to share this short piece I wrote. Enjoy!

A Special Gift

“Manu, why did you bring us here?” Tiphaine asked, confused as to why their stepfather asked her and her sister to meet him at a high-end jewelry store on a Sunday afternoon. 

Emmanuel grinned at his two daughters. “I need your girl's help. I want to buy your mother something very special for Valentine’s Day” 

The sisters ooohhh and awwwed at each other. They had the most romantic and charming stepdad. Money was no issue when it came to spoiling his wife. Lavishing Brigitte with expensive gifts was something he enjoyed doing, even if she said it was the thought that counts.

“Maman has a lot of precious pieces so how about something more personal?” Laurence suggested. “Oh! I know! I know! How about a ring with your birthstones!?”  

Emmanuel nodded with approval. He knew he made the right choice by asking his daughters for help. They had speculator taste - just like their mother. 

“I got it!” Tiphaine slapped his arm. “How about a ring engraved with your initials -  E & B?” 

“Or a charm bracelet with your zodiac signs” Laurence added “Sagittarius & Aries” 

Emmanuel loved all the ideas Tiphaine and Laurence were suggesting. Unfortunately, after talking to the girls and the sales clerk, he left empty-handed. 

“I’ll come up with something” He promised them. After kissing both of their cheeks, he promptly travelled home. He didn’t want to raise suspicion with Brigitte. Glancing down at his watch, he realized he had been out of the house for 2 hours. Luckily, Sebastian was keeping her busy (another one of Emmanuel’s plans). 

Finally, the time had come for him to pick up the gift at the jewelry store. Two weeks ago, Emmanuel had come up with an idea on his own. He got busy drawing a mock-up of how he wanted the special piece to look. Once he was satisfied, he took his sketch to the jewelry store. He was assured his design was feasible.

The jeweller returned from the backroom holding a red velvet box. 

“Mr. Macron, would you like to see the piece before I wrap it up?” The woman asked. 

“Yes! Please” He was ready to see how the necklace he designed turned out. 

Seeing his creation come to fruition took his breath away. “It’s amazing. Thank you! Thank you!” Inside a gold heart were the letters: B, E, S, L, T 

“If you don’t mind me asking, Sir, what does it stand for?” The jeweller asked. “It’s not a real word, is it?” 

“The B is for my wife. I’m the E. And the S, L and T are our three children’s initials” Emmanuel beamed with pride. “You met my beautiful daughters. I brought them with me two weeks ago” 

“Wow, that’s a very thoughtful gift. Your wife is a lucky lady.” 

“I’m the lucky one” 

Helloooo Winter! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel going shopping with the girls but ending up deciding on his own later hahaha because you know, he’s the boss 😏

Aaaww the gift with all of their initials 🥺🥰 Manu, if you ever need a gift idea, Winter just gave you one hahaha

Brigitte will love it! 🥰

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[skippyv20]

@skippyv20 Haze has now begun to realize he can’t be the 12 year old boy anymore no one’s buying I will say this the palace did one hell of a job covering up this sick evil man if The Prince of Wales really did knock him to the ground and broke his necklace(he sounds like a 12 year old girl🤣)then good on Prince William,Harry is a bully he probably was worse with HMTQ and PP were alive the kings new lawyers must be having a party right now 😄🥳 think of all the bs inaccuracies there are and didn’t Tom Bauer say or Valentine lol. Say that the documentary of Netflix contradicts Harry’s book oh hairy what did you do all in the name of a dollar bill you’ll be lucky if your family forgives you but your country never well know where their allies and nor the commonwealth this is going to be very bad for him. In ways. He never thought possible 😎and the theories going around that the SS squad is going to turn on him at some point he dug a hole. I’m not sure he can get out of but it’s gonna be interesting to see what she puts him through next, and he can’t even see it because he’s so blind and completely and utterly stupid he’s making up lies so William will respond. The funny thing is he knows William knows more dirty, dirty secrets about him and Megan and then they both realize, but he take the highroad because why 🤣😎😏he’s gonna be future king he’s helping run an entire country and its allies, and its people he has better things to do than deal with a 40 something year, old woman who is ugly from side out who’s anger and she said, from being abandoned by her mother 🧐😜and his spineless coward, brother the Prince of Wales, I believe, will be a better team than his father the moral of the story I think it’s always been about Prince George Harry did say I think a few months before George was born, that he’s gotta do as much as he can appear as much as he can before the spotlight is taken from him from a certain blonde haired, sweet little boy, second in line to the throne and his siblings 🤩This is always been about Prince George Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis but Harry’s doesn’t have the balls to say it in the media because he knows what will happen if he does. Harry got knocked down the first time because of what he did to staffers imagine if he said one word about Catherine and the children ,William would go no holds barred on him.

 There’s a reason why Prince William has cloud why the prince and princess of Wales are so popular that foreign dignitaries, monarchs, presidents, etc. flock to them for business opportunities as well as allies, as well as working together to save our planet to work on our mental health addiction, homeless, domestic violence, and it’s not just the prince and princess of Wales. It’s the queen and the Countess of Wessex and the princess of royal Harry and Meghan. Don’t get what it is to be hard-working genuine, warm, busy mature it’s all a game to them and they’re losing spectacularly.

Thank you ❤️

[lem-20]

Leah, my darling! With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I could use the opportunity to send some extra love and appreciation. Hope you’ll enjoy this little gift celebrating you and Queen Cecilia! You will always have a piece of my heart, love you and miss you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Now let me reread your Valentine's Day masterpiece 🥰

If anything was going to bring me back for a fleeting visit, it's an ask from my lovely Hilde ❤️

Just look at my girl looking all sexy and seductive. Ethan's a lucky guy 😏

Thank you so much for taking the time to send this to me 🥰 I miss you always ❤️ Love you so much ❤️❤️❤️

[weird-dere-fics]

HAPPY BIRF MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TELL ME TELL ME WHAT ARE THE BLORBITOS DOING FOR YOU TODAY !!!! ILY !!!!!!!!<3333

CHEWWWIIIIIIII MI AMOR, MI ESTRELLITA, HEWWOOO AND FANK YOOOUUUUUUUUU. TE AMO MUCHO :3 <3. Ay mi blorbitos favoritos🥺🥺🥺. The holy trinity, if u will <333. They are bein so absolutely sweet to me on this day. Each of them telling me how beautiful and precious I am from the very first moment I woke up all scrumkly in bed 🥹💖. Each of them in their own words telling me how lucky they are to have stumbled across me and fell for me; how much I and my love means to them. When I tell you my little heart was just about burst out my chest. Could not resist crying and hugging the life out of them. Wanted to cuddle for hours 😩. (and maybe escalate into other things ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 🍆🍑💦)

Ichigo absolutely poured his entire heart into a little something he wrote especially for me that had me on my knees 🧎🏾‍♀️💜. Had outifts prepared for a date he'd set up for us. Pls the way he made me feel so absolutely gorgeous was just *chefs kiss*. Then he proceeded to take me out to have some of the most delicious food, all on him. He got me flowers. He took me to see some stunning views together. He took so many pictures of me. All in all, I melted. He was so romantic, it was like Valentine's Day on my birthday (which is funny since my b-day is the day right after LMAO). The plan is to get intimate tonight to the playlist I made uwuwuwuwuwuwu. Katsuki opted for spending the day in with me, but it was no less sweet. Made me breakfast in bed and sang me happy birthday :3. We spent all day comfy and cozy in our sleeping clothes/lounging clothes. Lots of cuddling n soft kisses. Mans got me a cheesecake and some chocolate covered strawberries that we shared together <3. We played games, watched shows, took naps. He lit a good smelling candle, put on some lofi, and gave me massage too uwu. He was just so gentle with me and i love him sm 🧡. All in all, I was at peace. He knew how to make my mind stop running and helped me to just relax (and not feel bad about it) on my special day. Wanna give him sloppy SO BAD, but he insists he'll be doing the eating, so ☺️.

Soma decided to take me on a whole vacation this year. Mans had two plane tickets booked for somewhere tropical and so many plans for us. I got to see and experience some beautiful beautiful places with him. We got to try new and exotic foods together. We spent so much time walking through different stores, windowshopping and stocking up on things we couldn't get normally where we live. It was all so so much fun! And through it all, he never stopped telling me how much I deserved all this, and how seeing my smile and my joy was what was making this entire trip for him 🥲💗. All in all he made me feel so valuable and special. I am going to love him and love on him (in all of the ways 😏) forever n ever 🥰.

They are absolutely everything to me 💞💞💞💞💞.

[liaromancewriter]

Happy Valentine’s to my favorite Valentine ladies 😘

Max and Ethan are very lucky with beauties like these in their lives. 😏

Thanks, Bex!

[gloryride]

Sexy Double Date

Esme has another great night, lucky girl 😏

Esme belongs to the amazing @dustymagpie ♥ Valentin belongs to @draerian