A LEO VALDEZ VALENTINE'S FOR YUENY (@aapricus)
.ᐟ y'know robots go kaboom .ᐟ
leo valdez x fem!reader - fluff - maybe ooc (I've never written for him before!)
“Are you certain that nothing will blow up this time, Leo?”
“Certain? I’m more certain than certain! I’m—uh—certain-er!” Leo reassured with confidence solidifying around every word.
It had been a regular occurrence for you and your creative boyfriend, Leo Valdez, to sit in what he likes to call his ‘tinker room’ to, well, tinker.
Ever since Leo got to know you—and later confess his undying devotion for you—he was very insistent on you wearing a trusty ol’ hard cap to protect yourself from literally every possible technological malfunction. As much as he wanted be confident in his ability to not blow anything up, it was better safe than sorry, especially when it came to you.
Malfunctions were as common as the sun rising, and Leo took it as being one step closer to perfection. Although, you had complained to him about the chance of him landing in the hospital because of his machines, you loved Leo the most when he had that spark of life and inspiration deep in his eyes.
“So, what does this thingamabob do?” Pointing towards the secret under a dirty veil.
“All in good time, mi amor! An inventor should never reveal his secrets!” Leo was keen on keeping his lips shut until the grand unveiling. The invention was covered with a dusty reused beige tarp while Mr. Inventor hid under it to continue his work.
You weren’t sure how long you would be sitting there until he was remotely close to completing this secret project. So, with a newfound boredom, you fiddled with whatever doohickeys or whatchamacallits you could find.
A small noise like rattling nails sounded for just a second before ceasing. You turned your head to catch the cause, but nothing seemed to be moving or going haywire, just Leo working with the mini machine.
Not a minute later when the exact same noise surfaced, except it was a tad bit louder than before.
“Leo?” You called in a weary voice.
“Yes, baby?” Leo didn’t sound to be completely with you, his mind busied with the workings and screws of the machine.
The young inventor didn’t answer, but his movements had stilled; and the worrisome noises only grew louder by the second. That’s when it clicked, you realized that the cause came from the secret project Leo had under wraps.
Tick tick tick tick tick—
Suddenly your vision was replaced with a great big puff of pink paired with a loud bursting noise, while clanks of metal hit against the walls, to which thankfully none had touched you. By the time the colour bomb settled, you were left with your boy in pink, colourful confetti scattered on the ground, and hearts shaded across his shirt.
“What on—cough—earth happened?!” You exclaimed while accidentally inhaling a good whiff of strawberry hued smoke.
“I—well—that wasn’t supposed to happen!” Shaking off the pink highlighting his curly strands, while staring towards you with a sheepish grin.
Just from the pink powder throw up on the walls and heart shaped blasts on Leo’s shirt, you could give an educated guess on whatever was really supposed to happen. “So, um… Happy Valentine’s?” The pretty boy in colours left his spot from the floor to approach you. Although, you didn’t mind a messed up Valentine’s gift, Leo seemed rather guilty for it being messed in ruins.
“Hey…” Wrapping your arms around his neck, your pink covered forearms stained the young man’s nape, though that didn’t stop him from leaning in closer. “You’re so sweet to make me a Valentine’s robot, y’know.”
“Except it went kaboom.” He muttered in a pouty tone, face smothering itself in your shoulder. “Well, aren’t robots supposed to go kaboom?” The young man also responded with a jut of his lower lip.
“M’sorry. For turning you into a pink cupcake.” Leo referenced your clothes stained in absolute pink, meanwhile you hair had also taken some new colour. “Let’s look on the bright side!” He hummed in question to your supposed bright side. “We’re both pink cupcakes for Valentine’s,” your smile was genuine and your laughs were beautiful, Leo wasn’t sure where his self-disappointment went, but if Valentine’s meant wearing his pink puffy failure with you, then so be it. Just as long as you had that joy in your eyes.
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