alright i know its not even valentines day anymore but loOK AT THIS FACE

fauxmoon22  asked:

hey! new im a new tumbler user but i loooove your blog, its so fun. and i love mystic messenger so even better. for valentines would you consider writing about how the guys ( seven, jumin,zen, yoosung ) have planed the "perfect" valentines date ( in their own style)but things keep going sooo wrong its funny, but mc can see they're trying so hard and convinces them that its perfect by just spending the day with them? they could be a couple already or a first formal date hope you like the idea!

Thank you for your request, you’re so cute *v* i really hope you like it!

Yoosung

  • Mc will love this cake ;)
  • He made it with a lot of love!
  • Oh, but he needs to organize this place too, let’s see…
  • Candles are always something romantic, doesn’t it?
  • Why doesn’t this light up? Why this is hard?!
  • When he finally did it, he’s just smiling
  • “Done ;)" 
  • But he forgot the tablecloth…
  • Ok, no need to be nervous…Let’s just take the supporter of the candle gently…
  • SHIT, the fire went out
  • Not this again T-T, so he yeah, it was some time before he could light this up again.
  • Everything is perfect!

  • Wait…How many minutes he’s here…?
  • THE CAKE!
  • Ok, when he was going to take the cake off the oven, he forgot the gloves
  • The cake is on the ground now…Yoosung is crying.
  • You came home earlier to see this scene when he sees you his eyes widened
  • "No…! Don’t see this disaster…Oh no no no, worst boyfriend ever!”
  • You laugh and then you give him a hug “It’s alright Yoosung…Don’t cry!”
  • He looks at you, with his puppy eyes “I want to do something special…”
  • You smiled, so cute!
  • And then you got closer “Being with you is already something special”
  • His eyes are so bright now, and he’s blushing…After a while, he gives you one wide smile.
  • Both of you will go see some movie, a romantic one!
  • But hey, Yoosung is already thinking about next year…Those candles will not beat him again!

Zen

  • Ok, first things first, he pick a big sack of petals that he was keeping hidden for all this moment
  • He’ll put all these petals in bed, romantic right?
  • You’ll be so surprised! It’s going to be so great! This will be one unforgettable Valentine’s Day!
  • So he did it, he fills the bed with those petals, he’s with such a wide smile on his face while he’s doing that
  • Just to think about…Calm down beast!
  • When he opened the door to go to the living room, he noticed that the bedroom window was open!
  • It was like a slow-motion scene in a movie, he was screaming “Nooooo”  while he was running to the window…
  • But the worst happened, a strong wind came and made the petals fly…
  • And because he let the door to the living room open…The petals are in the living room now too.
  • It’s just a big mess!
  • He ran to the living room to pick those petals before they go to the bathroom, kitchen, he doesn’t know!
  • But then he sees you in the door…You were out to buy something to one special dinner…But you came home you early!
  • “MC?! Why are you here so early?!”
  • “…The market was closed…” You look at all this mess “What happened…?" 
  • "A DISASTER!” He said sighing, you can see he’s so frustrated, you know how he is always waiting for Valentine’s Day, he’s the romantic type of guy.
  • “Hey” You got closer to him, putting your hand under his chin, making him look at you “You’re here, i’m here too, this is all we need to have the best Valentine’s ever” you smiled.
  • He smiles too.
  • He understands with that simple quote that what matter is not what he does…What matter is that you’re with him.
  • And you’re not going to leave this house today anymore, let’s just say that.

Jumin

  • Last year you said to Jumin that something meaning is better than anything money can buy.
  • So instead of going to a restaurant or something, he’ll cook something for you.
  • But Jumin’s so confident today, he can make you pancakes, so this recipe will be easy!
  • Everything goes wrong.
  • His first attempt, the food got burnt.
  • His second attempt, the food was raw.
  • In his third attempt…What has happened here? Is this food?! Or he created a monster?
  • He’s so pissed off right now, he’ll call some help, you’ll never know!
  • But you got home too early…You weren’t supposed to be here, Driver Kim should make you wait even more in the shopping!
  • WHY
  • Your eyes widened when you see the mess…Oh god, even the couch is dirty with food.
  • You see a dress in the couch, it’s dirtied too.
  • Jumin saw this too, he’ll die.
  • “Oh no…The dress…!” He runs to it, picking it up, he look at you, “MC…I’m sorry, i’ll make up to you, i’ll but anything you want, we can go on a trip or some—”
  • You cut him out, with a laugh.
  • This is too funny, and he’s too cute like that!
  • You pick an apron, putting it, and then you just smile looking at him “Let’s do this together!”
  • Jumin froze, just looking at you…After that, he just gives you a genuine smile.
  • “Yes, my love…”

707

  • He’s creating another robot for you, this time a robot of him.
  • Now he’s just recording something, so when you press a button, you’ll listen to it!
  • “MC…I love you” He smiles, and when he recorded the press the button…Nothing.
  • And then he tries and tries, again and again, his sweet “i love you” is angry and stressed, “i love you”.
  • Until he has enough of it “Go to hell, stupid thing!” He sighs, throwing that on the couch. 
  • And then he realizes…The place is a mess, you’re used to it…You know, see all those metal bits on the floor, but today is supposed to be a good day!
  • He looks at the window…Well, at least you guys can see the stars ;D
  • It starts to rain, what the hell!
  • DAMN IT! He screamed, and this woke up, you get out of the bedroom and walk toward him “Saeyoung…?What’s the matter?” He widened his eyes, oh shit, he didn’t think about a solution yet!
  • “Oh, hi MC…!” Stay calm…Act normally….Smiles…Smiles…
  • “What happened here?” You ask laughing “Oh, nothing MC, i was just…DON’T TOUCH THAT!”
  • You were picking up the robot “Why not…?It spits fire?! But it looks like you, it’s cute!”
  • “This doesn’t work…I couldn’t make it talk” He sights walking towards you.
  • “Really?” You push the button and then you listen Saeyoung’s voice “GO TO HELL, STUPID THING” Your eyes and Saeyoung’s eyes widened 
  • “MC THAT WASN’T SUPPOSE TO BE FOR YOU, IT WAS FOR THIS DAMN ROBOT!” You laugh.
  • He sighs, this Valentine’s Day got out of control.
  • “Hey, we can try to make another one…Together, come on, teach me!”
  • He never thought you were interested in this… Oh, you actually want to spend some time with him? Trying to make him happy?
  • While he was thinking, you pick his glasses from his face putting on your face now “NOW I FEEL LIKE I CAN DO ANYTHING!!”
  • He laughs, while you laugh with him and then he picks your hand, dragging you to the bedroom “What are you going Seven?”
  • “I’LL SHOW YOU SOME STARS!”
Happy Valentines Day

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“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me


Summary: or the five times Phil tries to get Dan to go out with him, and the one time he gets it right.

A/N: waaaaayyyy late valentines day fic but shshhshshshhh and enjoy some way sappy dorks being in love (it’s also teen!phan bc there just isn’t enough in the world tbh)

Word Count: 3333 

Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one; this is all fiction.

TW: none i think

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“Daniel!” Phil practically sings the boy’s name and plops himself in the seat next to him, smiling so wide, his eyes are nearly closed behind his thick framed glasses.

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nekoastral  asked:

Can you do Mtmte megatron's human s/o tells him about Valentine's Day when he finds them making heart shaped valentines for members of the crew. He almost forgot about it and when it's the night before, he rushes to make things perfect: food, music, and even somehow gets their favorite chocolate. He feels discouraged though cause of his past crimes until s/o brings him a giant valentine that talks about how they love him and he breaks down crying and hugs s/o to face and they kiss.

I’m a slut for Megatron.

Megatron entered your shared suite after a long day of work to a ridiculous sight. You were sitting on the floor humming a tone surrounded by various cut out hearts that you were decorating. Each had some corny pick up line that was made for specifically for a certain bot. Looking at the one of the finished ones, a red and white cutout heart that read “To:Ratchet - ICU in my dreams”. He didn’t bother looking at anymore.

“What are you doing?” he asked venting out a sigh

“Valentine’s Day is tomorrow so I’m making everyone cards” You said looking up at him with a smile.

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.”

He was spectacle of that but he wouldn’t say it out loud. 

“This is the holiday where loved ones exchange gifts is not?” He asked

“Yup and Friends too” you added.

He hummed an answer and watched as you finished up another. This time for Tailgate, he didn’t bother reading it. Curious he asked if the big grey one was for him.

“That’s Whirls! Cant you tell? The big yellow dot for his optic.” You pouted while looking at the card.

“That’s an optic?” He huffed out a laugh at your expense, a muffled yes was his reply. “So where is it then? Where is my card?”

“Not here.” You declared.

“Not here? Where could it be then?” He asked and pretended to search the suite. 

“Megatron” You whined “Can you just wait till tomorrow? Yours is special. Ya know? I put a lot of work into it…” You  were wringing your hands in that nervous gesture you always did.

Frag. He thought. He had prepared nothing and now he needed something.

“Alright” He replied. “I’ll be back later”

“Where are you going?” You asked in confusion.

“Work. I forgot I had one more thing to do.” he bluffed and turned to walk out the door.

“Yeah… Alright” You mumbled under your breath as he shut the door.


Thus began the night from hell. Megatron was looking for anything that remotely could resemble the gifts shared among humans on valentines day. What do human femmes even want? He questioned. He couldn’t obtain any plants that were traditional to earth. And jewelry made for Cybertronians’ would weigh you down. Wracking his processor he tried to remember what humans did on special holidays. Food. Humans love food. He turned in the opposite direction and made his way to where you stored most of your food. He had no idea how to cook, but he figured maybe one of your books could aid him in his struggle. Finding out what to make was a hassle but when he returned to your suite later with a plan. He found you passed out and curled up next to your stack of valentines. Gently he picked you up and moved to the berth you shared so you could both recharge in peace. 


The next morning you woke up with a grin. You kissed Megatron on the cheek with a “Happy Valentine’s Day” and you were off. Skipping down the halls passing out your valentines with the up most cheer. A good portion didn’t understand what was going on, but with a short explanation from you gave them a good idea. Some got a kick out of your jokes, others not so much. You were completely oblivious to Megatron basically sweating bullets the whole day. You had agreed earlier that you would meet up back at the suite after he was done work. He would have a short amount of time make your meal and obtain the music from Swerve. 


There he stood in their shared suite. He had mass-displaced himself for this occasion and it was doing nothing to quell the sinking feeling he had. The soft piano music played in the background and on your small table sat a cube of high grade and a sandwich with a cup of water. A grilled cheese to be exact. He had no idea what humans considered fancy in consumption. But this…this didn’t look like what humans eat when they are celebrating with loved ones. Still staring down at the table, with his back to the door you came waltzing in 

“Some of the guys were comparing their cards to see who got the best one. I still think…” she trailed off. “Hey whats all this?” You asked coming closer to him and the table.

“I…I made us dinner. But I do not think this is what it should be.” he answered somberly. 

“Is that grilled cheese?” You asked with a chuckle. He nodded in response. “Yum!” You smiled up at him, and went to sit down. He followed your lead and sat opposite of you. As you enjoyed your sandwich he sipped his high grade.

 “Ya know” You started “this is really good for someone who’s never cooked before.” The meal lasted for about five more minutes. 

“Be honest with me…” he began with his helm in his hand “This meal… It is not a common food usually eaten for this holiday.”

“You can eat whatever you want” You said narrowing your eyes at him. 

“That’s not what I asked…” he vented.

“Megs…No it’s not exactly a common food one eats when they go on a romantic date. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are here with me, that you made an effort. Most men from my planet don’t even try on days like this. They mindlessly pick up some flowers and chocolates at a convenience store and that’s their contribution to the holiday…. I think its time for my present now.” You finished.

You got up from the table and walked over to the berth. You were fishing around underneath it as he watched you drag out a giant red heart. You walked back over to him and unfolded it. It was completely blank.

He stared at the blank card and then looked up at your nervous expression.

“Here me out.” You started. “I’m not dissing you or anything right now. I know that’s what it looks like.” You were fumbling over your words now, and placed the heart on the table. You got down on both of your knees and grabbed his servo. “ I couldn’t think of what to write. I could have written a corny line down, or just that I love you… but it wouldn’t have been good enough. I love you, a lot actually.” You chuckled then continued “I know you doubt that sometimes because of the past. But that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you, for you. Your a kind mech whether you know it or not. Maybe a little hard headed sometimes but you have a beautiful soul. You doing this proves that. Thank you for today Megatron, I really do love you” You whispered. 

He was staring down at you blankly. You were about to ask him whether or not he was ok when he let out a powerful vent and hunched over, dropping his head into his servos. You immediately stood up when he let out a pained whirling noise. You knew that noise but you had never heard it come from him.

You called out to him as you tried to pry his servos from his face. 

“An old mech like me…” He said brokenly “I’ve done terrible things y/n…” He trailed off again but you got the gist of what he was saying.

“You may be a old crabby mech sometimes, but I sill love you” You joked as he reached out to grab at your waist. He buried his helm into your chest.

“Thank you, my Spark” came his muffled reply.

Smiling down at him, you placed a kiss on his helm. You whispered  “Happy Valentine’s Day Megs”.

Klaine Valentine Challenge - “The End of the Beginning” (Rated G)

Weddings are supposed to be happy occasions, but for some reason, Kurt is blue, and Blaine doesn’t know why. (897 words)

Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge prompt day ten “Save the Last Dance for Me”

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“So … what do you think?” Kurt whispers. He presses his cheek against Blaine’s, enjoying this closeness, the semi-quiet. They chose to dance alone in a dark, secluded corner instead of out on the dance floor, stealing a moment all to themselves away from the music and the lights and the people. They sway in one spot, barely larger than a step from side to side. The time for ambitious dance numbers ended over an hour ago when Sam tried to do the worm and took out two bridesmaids and a groomsman. The four of them knocked into the dessert table and almost dislodged a $3,000 eight-tiered wedding cake from its pedestal. Thankfully, the waiters managed to save it, but Sam ended up squashed at the bottom of the pile. Kurt’s still surprised he didn’t bruise anything. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?”

“I think …” Blaine raises his chin from Kurt’s shoulder and kisses him sweetly on the lips “… this wedding turned out incredible. Better than I ever imagined. All thanks to our brilliant wedding planner.”

“I am brilliant, aren’t I?” Kurt says, flipping his newly highlighted bangs.

“Yes, you are.”

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I Can’t Go On Without You

AO3 link
Destiel
7.7k, PG-13
Prompt by
@mishcollins : Please tell me you’d be inspired by “morning sunshine” and I dunno fake relationship destiel au?

This is a S12 canon-divergent AU (pre-ep7) in which Castiel didn’t leave to go find Lucifer and in which Dean & Cas have to go undercover as a couple for a case wherein some couples were murdered after participating in a secret Valentine’s Day ritual…


“And how long have you two lovebirds been together?” The waitress was young and blonde, wearing skinny jeans and heels that were way too high for the type of work she did. She was just Dean’s type, really. Or, well, she would’ve been. Before…

“Almost eight years,” Castiel says, smiling fondly at Dean and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze with the arm he’d slung over Dean’s shoulder a few minutes earlier. It had been that exact gesture that had caught the waitress’ attention.

She’d come up to them and started fawning over them while she refilled their coffee cups. Obviously, she thought they were a cute couple. He had been so utterly unprepared for the barrage of questions, he’d completely frozen up. But Castiel – the smooth bastard – had picked up the slack and answered every question she had with quiet confidence.

Truth be told, Dean was kind of impressed with Castiel’s acting skills.

Because it was an act. And Dean had simply lost the coin toss.

It had all started a few days ago, when they’d been busy looking for a new case. A piece in the newspaper about a town that had a yearly festival completely dedicated to Valentine’s Day had caught Sam’s eye.

The article mentioned a secret ritual that that took place on the eve of the 14th that only couples were allowed to attend. It was supposed to bless couples’ relationships – making sure they’d get their happily ever after. Only a few were allowed to attend the ritual, so it became this exclusive thing that you had to apply (and pay through the nose) for, which was, of course, a big draw for tourists.

The part of the article that piqued Sam’s interest was the mention that some of the couples who had received the so-called blessing had died or committed suicide within two weeks of Valentine’s Day. Most deaths involved a knife or gun, or both.

The article didn’t go into any details but said that the locals didn’t like to talk about those couples, calling it a “curse” and blaming the couples’ bad luck on the fact they had split up after receiving the blessing.

It was enough of a lead to pursue it, so they’d decided that at least two of them could go, while another held the fort and kept looking for clues about Lucifer. They couldn’t afford to get sidetracked too much, yet being idle was also not in their nature.

Fast-forward to Dean losing the coin toss, sending in their application for the ritual – which Sam and his hacking skills made sure got accepted – and bringing them here on Valentine’s Day.

Dean had never been more uncomfortable in his life, surrounded by couples being sickeningly sweet and affectionate to each other. They’d only been here for an hour and already they were drawing unwanted attention. And Castiel…Well, it wouldn’t do to think about the things Cas was saying about him. Because they weren’t true, and Dean had to keep reminding himself of that fact.

“Dean.”

With a start, Dean’s thoughts refocused on the diner, and on Castiel, who was holding his elbow and looking at him with a small, concerned frown. The waitress was gone.

He needed to get out of here – get some air. “Yeah, um, let’s go Cas,” Dean said gruffly. He threw a couple of bills on the table and stood. With Castiel a mere step behind him, they left the diner and stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Dean,” Castiel said again, far more softly this time, though the concern was still audible.

“What, Cas?” Dean followed his eyes down to their clasped hands. Shit. When did that happen?

“Are you alright? You seem very distracted,” Castiel asked, his frown deepening as Dean let go of his hand.

“Yeah, Cas, I’m fine. It’s just this place.” Dean shudders. “All the hearts and flowers and stuff. I’m really not looking forward to sleeping in our motel room of horrors.”

It was the pink wallpaper. It freaked him out.

“I agree that they seem to be taking Saint Valentine’s Day very seriously here. And I know how certain things associated with the holiday disturb you.” Castiel was obviously trying hard to commiserate with him, which Dean appreciated. He himself didn’t seem at all perturbed by the over-the-topness of it all, though.

“Come on man, you can’t tell me you like all this shit?” Dean gestured around vaguely.

Castiel leveled a neutral look at him.

“People are happy, Dean. Everyone here is celebrating their love. I find it a refreshing change from the circumstances we usually find ourselves in.“

Ouch. He had him there. Dean had no response that wouldn’t make him sound like a grouchy old love-hating guy, so he opted to give a small shrug, turn around, and start walking to where they had parked the Impala. They only had a few hours to prepare for the ritual, and they still didn’t know what it was they were hunting. They were running out of time.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love all your jily fics! Not sure how you give prompts but could you write something where its close to valentines and James drops his stuff, lily helps him and finds a valentines he's writing to her and cue adorable flustered James? ;)

Thank you!! This was fun to write haha

Lily hasn’t seen James Potter all day, and she’s pissed at herself for caring.

Granted, it’s only lunchtime, and she doesn’t have a class with him until the next hour. She usually sees him though, in the Great Hall at breakfast, spilling pumpkin juice and laughing in that big, stupid hooting way of his. Or she comes across him in the corridor, where she stammers a reply to his “Alright, Evans?” with feigned nonchalance and burning cheeks. Or, on game days, she sees him swoop on his broomstick, arrogantly doing flips and dives as their house cheers on. The idiot doesn’t even know what it does to her, stopping her heart every time he nearly crashes to the ground. (Also every time he pumps his fist, when a little sliver of glorious stomach shows as his shirt rides up, but she’s not going to admit that so easily.)

She doesn’t even know what turned her into this complete mess, or when. She used to hate his obnoxiousness, his immature pranks, his annoying smirk. He’s asked her out once or twice in the past, though he wasn’t actually serious. She’d brushed him off with a roll of her eyes, but she wonders now what might have been if she’d actually said yes. Nothing good, undoubtedly.

They’d gone from tolerance to friendship sometime during the last year. One day, she’d been sighing at being assigned as his partner in Potions (to make things worse, he was awful at it), and the next, she was shoving him out of his seat, laughing at some bad joke he’d made. She’d lend him her notes, he’d give her flying tips, and somehow they are now Friends with a capital F.

And Friends is all they’ll ever be, Lily thinks. He’s always got girls fluttering around him, asking him to explain to them his latest Quidditch tactics- especially the one where he dives to just above ground level, before abruptly turning upside down, starting from the tip of his broom, to fly in the opposite direction. Team secrets, he’d wink at them, before catching Lily’s eyes across the courtyard with a grin. He’d explained it all to her the night before, as you do with your closer friends. It was all to do with hooking your legs around the base of your broom, apparently.

She hates him for turning nice, she hates him for turning hot, and she hates herself for being so affected. James Potter is just Not Interested.

Finishing her lunch, Lily hurries out of the Great Hall to her next class. She turns two corners, trying to remember if this is the day she needs that other textbook, when-

“OOF!”

Speak of the devil. Lily collides with something tall and solid, and James sodding Potter is sprawled in front of her. He just lies there, glasses askew, looking completely bewildered in his mess of books and parchment, so she bends to pick up a few for him.

Shit. I’m so sorry.” James sits up.

“It’s okay.” Lily is blushing again (curse the ginger genes).

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.” James starts sweeping the parchment into a pile. He Reparos a broken ink pot with a practiced flick of his wand.

“No, I’m fine. Are you?”

“I’ve had worse,” James shrugs. And then he’s laughing. So she’s laughing. They’re both laughing in the middle of the hallway, and they’re definitely late for class now but she can’t find it in her to care.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Lily collects some papers that have skidded over to the other side of the hallway. A Transfiguration essay, she sees. Some Potions notes. He obviously still needs hers. Her hand reaches for a third sheet. Poetry? Did we even have poetry classes in the wizarding world?

Obviously not, because this one’s atrocious.

.

A positively gross event, you’d roll your eyes and say

And I’d agree, most Valentine’s, just maybe not today.

Because you see, dear Lily, insufferable as you are,

I, uh, don’t know, really- be my Valentine if you dare?

(THINK UP A BETTER LAST LINE)

.

“What’s goin-”

James stops. Lily’s face is aflame, and she won’t look up if it kills her.

James is quiet for a second. “It’s… for… another Lily,” he says hesitantly.

Her heart drops to the ground. She feels numb. Of course it is. Why did she think it might be for her?

…Hold on. What other Lilys are in the school, anyways? Lily Alder graduated last year. Some new girl, then?

After a moment of silence, James takes a deep breath. “You know what? No, it’s not. It’s for you.”

Now she can’t look up.

“But… it would be nice if you erase that from your memory. I’d like to give you the polished copy.”

“Obliviate me,” Lily blurts, winking at him to cover up the fact that she has no control whatsoever over what comes out of her nervous mouth anymore.

James blinks, and visibly swallows.

“And are and dare don’t rhyme,” she adds, handing back the slip of parchment.

James nods, and- is that a blush? –turns to trot to class.

My Portable Sunshine (but it's just a memory of you)

This is a shamefully short Valentine’s Day fic for my pjowriters squad Meg jasongraceless, Bella bellalou5, Casey tai-chi-leigh, Shay seawedebrain, and Sarah bandanabeth. I love all of you guys, and I hope you have a great day! 

Author’s Note: This is my first Solangelo fic, so I’m not quite sure if I got them right or not. I will not be continuing this in any form because I have no idea where Nico and Percy would even be going. But the situation makes for a nice fic. I hope everyone has an awesome Valentine’s Day!

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Even though Nico couldn’t believe that Percy was asking him to do this, he totally could. And he guessed that it made sense. Percy was probably right. If the both of them went, they could deal with it faster than a team of four demigods. Percy was right. They would be back home in two days.

But if they weren’t—

Percy was standing off to the side, clutching Annabeth to him. They were kissing and whispering to each other, and Annabeth had her eyes slammed shut. She was grasping the front of Percy’s shirt, and she was shaking a little.

“Hey,” Will said, dragging Nico’s face back to his.

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yuinosery  asked:

Valentines request! Kageyamas s/o singing a love song for him <3

The song featured is “Songbird” by Eva Cassidy, if you want to give it a listen while you read! Let’s give Kageyama some much deserved love!


Kageyama didn’t like getting sick. Well, no one really liked getting sick. But for Kageyama, it was particularly bad. Not only did it mean no volleyball and falling behind in his classes, it meant a night of chills and headaches and vomiting all alone. He couldn’t remember the last time someone tended to him while he was sick.

Which was why it still felt like a surprise waking up to your fingers combing through his damp hair. He sat up abruptly, then realized that was probably the wrong thing to do as the room began to spin around him.

“Tobio,” you said softly.

“W-what?” he asked.

He felt your hands pushing against his shoulders. Normally he was strong enough to withstand you, but in his weakened state, he dropped back against his pillow without resistance. Your face swam into view above him.

“You have to stop sitting up so fast,” you chided.

“What?” he repeated.

“You’re going to make yourself sick again if you sit up that fast,” you murmured.

Your hand pressed to his forehead, and he relished how cool and soft it was, pressing his face further into it. He heard your light laughter, but he couldn’t bother opening his eyes.

“Your fever’s going down,” you noted. “Think you might be hungry?”

He merely grunted in response. Truthfully, he still wasn’t really processing your words. But when your hand pulled away, he huffed in frustration. You laughed again.

“I brought some soup over yesterday, I just have to heat it up. I’ll be right back.”

Your fingers slipped through his hair once more, and then you were gone.

Kageyama felt like he was slowly starting to regain his senses. Maybe the worst of it was over. He’d spent the entire night throwing up everything he had in his body. He probably would’ve just slept on the bathroom floor if you hadn’t been there, guiding him back to his bed and tucking him under the blankets. Had he called you over, or had you just known? He couldn’t remember.

No, wait… He could remember something. Something important. Something that he was supposed to do yesterday. It had felt like the most important thing in the world, so much that he’d tried to ignore the ache in his head and the turn of his stomach. But what was it?

“For you, there’ll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right”

Even in his half-delirium, he could make out your voice lilting up the stairs. You weren’t a particularly gifted singer—though you weren’t terrible. Still, he’d always liked it. He was always disappointed when you would stop whenever you knew he was listening. He pinched his eyes shut, listening to the gentle tune.

“To you, I’ll give the world
to you, I’ll never be cold
‘Cause I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right.”

Your song was reminding him of the important thing he’d needed to do. Seriously, what was it? He’d spent hours agonizing over it. It was the only thing he’d been able to think about for days. What the hell was it?

“And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.”

Oh god.

He turned his head slowly to his desk. On top of it was an envelope, one he knew bore your name in the neatest lettering he could manage. Hours and hours of his life were sealed up in that envelope, a paper containing some of the most embarrassing things he’d ever written down. But he’d done it all for you. He’d planned to give the letter to you yesterday when you came over. Right before he basically threw up all of his intestines.

Because yesterday was Valentine’s Day.

And he had ruined it.

“Okay, here we go.”

You came back to his room with a tray of soup and tea. He managed to struggle into a seated position, his back resting against the headboard. The room was only spinning a little bit now. You set the tray down in his lap.

“Need me to feed you?” you asked.

He knew you were being sincere, but now that he’d regained some of his faculties, he was starting to feel embarrassed. He shook his head, avoiding your eye as he dug into the soup. It was hot, but it actually tasted amazing after hours of nothing but bile in his mouth. You took a seat on the bed next to him, watching him eat. He only felt more embarrassed.

“What?” he asked, still not looking at you.

“It seems like you’re doing a little better,” you noted. “Is there anything else you—“

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I ruined yesterday,” he mumbled.

He finally chanced a glace your way to see that you looked surprised. Your mouth hung open in shock.

“T-Tobio, you don’t have to be sorry about that,” you urged. “You couldn’t help it. It’s not like we had big plans. I’m just happy it’s a weekend so I can take care of you.”

He almost opened his mouth to say “Me too,” but managed to hold back. He’d done plenty of embarrassing things in front of you this weekend. This didn’t need to make the list too.

But the next time he did open his mouth, something else embarrassing took its place.

“You don’t have to stop,” he mumbled.

“Stop what?” you asked.

“Singing…”

He almost wished he would’ve just said “Me too.” This felt 1000 times worse. But then, you started up again, your fingers returning to his hair.

“And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.
And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.”

Kageyama would give you the letter another time. He would make everything up to you another time. But for now, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sound of your voice and the feel of your hands in his hair. It was nice not being all alone anymore.

anonymous asked:

Nico gets his first ever valentines card and doesn't know how to react (they're not in a relationship yet)

…Nico usually was better at this, okay? Leave him alone.

It was just…he knew he should be more on top of his shit and at least remember that it was Valentine’s Day, but he was pre-law at NYU, and all of his professors were taking the opportunity to dump a bunch of work on him, even though the semester just started, and his Organizational Communication and its Social Context class in particular is absolutely kicking him in the arse, so cut him a little slack, alright?

He blames just how much he doesn’t have his life under control for just how utterly unprepared he is for the paper airplane that hits him in the face and falls into his lap.

For a moment, he can only stare in shock. To be fair, he was just assaulted. That’s not something that happens to him every day.

After a second or two, his blood starts to boil a bit. Simmer, really. He’s sitting in a Starbucks, for chrissakes. He didn’t come here to deal with some childish asshole who on a whim decides to chuck paper airplanes at random strangers, he came here to crack open a textbook and violently attack his brain with the particulars of business law. His grades do not need this distraction, thanks, dick.

It’s about three-quarters of the way through this internal rant that he realizes there might be, maybe, a drawing that might be similar to a heart drawn on the paper, on an inside fold.

He carefully unfolds the airplane, heart starting speed up against his will, to find a picture of Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender, with a heart next to it, and the words “it would be my honor to be your valentine,” all printed on shitty printer paper in black and white.

He waits a beat. His eventually glances down to his t shirt. He is wearing a t shirt with the Avatar: The Last Airbender logo on it. His secret admirer must think himself clever.

Woah. Woah woah woah. He just thought the words secret admirer. He never thought he’d apply the words “secret admirer” to himself. What the fuck is happening?

After far too long of just staring at it blankly, his brain makes the leap to start wondering just who, exactly, would send this to him?

Law textbook abandoned in the face of his world being slapped in the face, his eyes shoot up, start scanning the crowded Starbucks, looking for potential suspects. His eyes gloss over the teenage girl chewing on the end of her pencil absent-mindedly, and the khaki pants, Patagonia zip-up guy who’s staring blankly at his phone, to alight on a blonde barista who catches his gaze, then quickly darts away, face flushing.

Aha. Culprit found.

From his chair on the far side of the room, Nico concludes that the guy who clearly doesn’t have anything better to do with his time is pretty cute.

Really cute.

Hot, even.

So hot that Nico’s face burns like the hotness of the barista is catching, and he quickly thrusts his head down to his law textbook, trying to force himself to focus on his studies again.

And, he kind of does. For a solid fifteen minutes, he gets through maybe a page and a half of business law.

Until another paper airplane hits him square in the chest.

Not caught entirely off guard this time around, Nico thinks to look up at the barista he’s pretty sure it’s from. The is still blushing, but he smiles and waves, and Nico can make out white shiny teeth from here.

Gritting his teeth because really, what the hell is this guy playing at, Nico looks down at the paper airplane and non-too-gently unfolds it to read what it says.

I don’t want to be Han SOLO anymore. Can I be your scoundrel this Valentine’s day?

Wow. What a god-awful pun. Nico schools his face into a scowl to cover up his laughter and shoots a glare at the barista. He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

Like the functioning adult he is, Nico hides behind his textbook. His brain that’s stumbling a mile a minute tells him it’s the best advice.

He stares at the grainy letters for a few minutes, trying to figure out his next move, when he can hear a light fluttering. Glancing at his feet, he sees another paper airplane resting on the floor.

Picking it up and smoothing it out, he reads i can’t think of any more bad puns but you’re really cute.

Instinctively, Nico lets his eyes go to the blonde barista, who winks at him.

Well.

Nico bites his lip for a moment, debating.

Oh, what the hell, it’s Valentine’s Day.

He screws his courage to the sticking place and gets to his feet, traipsing towards the counter, where he can see the barista getting a little nervously worked up.

 Nico grins to himself. It’s nice to know he can have that effect on people.

He clears his throat and rests his hands on the countertop. “Hey,” he says, and the blonde guy has no choice but to step up and meet his maker. This close, Nico can see he’s even more attractive than he originally thought. Fuck.

For something to do, Nico holds up what once were the paper airplanes. “I think these belong to you,” he holds them out, grinning in a way he hopes isn’t coming on too strong.

The guy shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. I made them for you.”

Well. Okay. That’s kind of sweet, but Nico doesn’t know where to go with that. Luckily, the guy speaks up.

“Plus, I don’t really want those on my record. It’s really not my best material.” He smiles, then, letting Nico in on the joke.

“Oh, yeah?” Nico goads him, hoping against hope he’s doing the flirting thing right.

“Yeah. Maybe I can tell them to you sometime?” The guy drops his gaze sheepishly, and Nico bites.

“When do you get off?” the guy looks up sharply, clearly not expecting that. Nico grins viciously.

“Ten.”

“I think I can wait around till ten.” Nico allows, shooting him one final smile, before turning back to his armchair.

“I’m Will!” The guy throws at his retreating back.

“Nico,” he calls back over his shoulder. As soon as he sits down he wonders what the hell he’s going to do with himself till ten. (Because it sure as hell isn’t business law.)

Across the room, Will holds up a piece of paper that says BETTER PUN: DEATH IS COMING ANYWAY, YOU MIGHT AS WELL, RIGHT?

Nico laughs out loud. Eh, he’ll think of something to occupy himself.

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Ah, this one was so fun to write, thanks for the prompt, anon!

Sincerely,

atleasttheresthis

NozoEli Valentine's

Happy Valentine’s Day, sort of! Here’s a little ficlet dedicated to my favorite beta, Pasdechat, with everybody’s favorite OTP Nozoeli.

Weird little prompt from this post.

Word Count: 3000
Summary: Pizzeria AU - Eli doesn’t even like bell peppers all that much.

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For my CSSV Kate, booksturnmugglesintowizards! You’re amazing, and your blog is like a bookstore and I’m so glad I follow you because hello, bookstores are my life. Anyways, I don’t really know what this is, but its fluff and I hope you like it! :) <3 Also there is over 3,000 words in here…sorry not sorry.


“Odette!” She groaned, calling to her dog like she would know that would mean stop-barking-or-so-help-me. The white ball of fluff whined and Emma finally pulled herself up into a seated position. Another bark rang out through the quiet house and she sighed.

Impatient animal.

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Valentine's Day Surprise

The short red dress you had put on stopped mid-thigh. Y/H/C hung in loose curls down your back and your make up was done nicely. You still felt insecure; and found yourself wondering why Dean had asked you out. Well, it wasn’t a date, he just didn’t want to see you sit around the bunker doing nothing but watch TV shows all day. He and Sam had both been acting weird. You sighed and grabbed your white, light weight sweater and your clutch. As you walked down the hallway, Castiel suddenly appeared behind you. “Y/N, you look nice this evening. What will you be doing tonight?” you turned smiling at him. “Dean is taking me out to dinner for Valentine’s day, he claims he doesn’t want to see me all sad anymore about being single.” You let out a small laugh as Castiel looks confused. “I thought you were in love with Sa-“ you pressed your hand to his mouth pushing him inside Deans room. “Stop right there Cas, no one is ever supposed to know about that!” you whispered harshly, and pulled your hand away. “He doesn’t feel the same way about me and Im not screwing up one of the best friendships I’ve ever had.” You said crossing your arms. “Well maybe if he sees you like this, it will change his mind.” You sighed shaking your head. “cas, just keep your mouth shut, okay?” he nodded as you two walked out. “So do you plan on having sex with Dean? I know some roles you could do, babysitter and pizza man.” You turned and slapped his chest. “No, im not sleeping with anyone, and who let you watch porn!” he stared at you. “Dean” you sighed and huffed before finally walking into the library.

Sam sat there reading a book while taking some notes. You cleared your throat, “Well…how do I look?” you asked holding your arms out and turning around. Sam stared at you, his jaw hanging open slightly. Castiel had come in and sat down as well, noticing Sam’s reaction. “you look…beautiful.” He finally said blinking and trying to look away. You blushed smiling at him “Thank you..do you know where Dean is? If he doesn’t hurry up were going to miss our dinner reservations.” You asked looking at your watch. “Dinner reservations? What dinner reservations? With Dean?” sam asked, you laughed alittle. “yeah, he invited me to dinner tonight for valentine’s day.” I saw something in Sam’s eyes that looked almost primal. “Uh, ill go look for him” he said standing and quickly leaving the library. He went into the kitchen to see Dean standing there on his phone. “What the hell man!” he said glaring at him. Dean looked at him “what?” Sam stood in front of him crossing his arms. “Why the hell did you ask Y/N out?! Do you not remember anything I’ve ever said about her!” Dean nodded “no no I remember, I was hoping you’d find out, so now, you’ll stop being a little baby and ask her out!” he said glaring back at Sam.

“Dean?” you suddenly asked as you came into the kitchen, they stared at you. “uh…we’re gonna miss our reservations” you felt your cheeks darken as they stared. “Well actually Cas needs me tonight, but Sammy here has offered to fill in for me.” Dean grinned at you walking over and kissing your cheek. “You look amazing by the way” he whispered before leaving. You stared at Sam for a minute before smiling some. “um, if you don’t want to go I won’t make you” you said playing with your clutch. “I’d love to” he smiled before looking down. “Do we have enough time for me to change?” he asked smiling, you grinned and nodded.

Once hed changed into a pair of slacks and a nice maroon button down shirt, he took the impala keys holding the door open for you and helping you inside you felt nervous. Like this was a first date with Sam. You smiled at him as he got in and began to drive. You both stared at the restaurant noticing how packed it was and you looked at Sam, “how about we go get a couple burgers and fries, then we go sit and watch the town or something? This place is way to packed theres no way I would remain calm in a place like that” you said laughing as he chuckled. “Alright sounds good to me” he took off going to your favorite burger joint, grabbing some food Sam drove you to an empty park. He climbed in the back and helped you over as you sat there enjoying your food. “I hate that you got all dolled up to sit in the back of the impala with me eating a hamburger and fries.” He said looking at you, you smiled. “I don’t! this is great! Getting to have one of my favorite foods, with one of my favorite people. Its perfect!” you grinned at him as he laughed.

You sat there laying your head back staring at the stars from the car, Sam reached over grabbing your hand as you both sat there. You smiled and turned to look at him, “what are you doing?” you asked when he suddenly leaned over and kissed you. You gasped a little before kissing him back. “wh-what was that for?” you asked as he pulled away. “we need to talk about some things okay?” you could feel his breath fan your face, you nodded before you wrapped an arm around his neck kissing him again. Sam pulled you onto his lap, your dress moving up as you straddled him. “what did you wanna tell me?” you panted slightly as you pulled back. Sam panted as he looked at you; “I like you and I don’t wont you dating anyone else but me” he said softly. You grinned kissing him again as his hands traveled over your body, suddenly there was a loud thud. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN BABY!” Dean yelled from outside the car, with Cas. They got in starting the car. “We got a case we gotta go” you blushed adjusting yourself as you sat beside Sam. He grinned over at you placing a hand on your knee. “We’ll pick up where we left off back at the bunker.” He whispered as he kissed you.