i know it's not valentine's yet but it's february so like why not


part two

He’s a thinker, a planner, and a philosopher, dissecting life and the world’s inhabitants. He likes to study the girl in his Potions period. She always wraps her hair into a tight bun, never quite catching each strand or curl. Her eyebrows never seem void of emotion, constantly expressing each thought or concern. He likes to watch her think. She does this thing, licking a stripe along her bottom lip, then quickly sucking the plump, pink flesh into her mouth. She doesn’t intend to give him a raging hard-on, but then again, she doesn’t even know he exists. He’s like a ghost to her. Constantly watching. Constantly waiting for attention, yet never being seen, never being realized, never being noted. He has a ‘shrine,’ as Zabini calls it. Its nothing much, just a box of things significant to them her himself. She dropped a quill in a hurry towards lunch; he meant to give it back, but never felt the urge to separate himself from a thing she touched, used, cared for. He wants her to touch him. He wants her to use him. If she only cared- then the world would be perfect.
Everyone has a way to deal with things. Theodore swims in the Black Lake when he’s stressed. On a cold day, when the wind shouts and the moon beams, he floats along the water’s edge, staring into black nothingness, the chill of the liquid plunging into his bones. No one gets why he does it, but Draco suspects he finds some sort of peace, knowing that the cold and dark feeling is his choice. Pansy’s a whore and everyone knows it. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that calls her pretty. She once said, drunk and insecure, that sex was an escape from feeling emotionally raped. He’s never judged her since. Blaise, perhaps, is the most sane of the three. He sings in the shower. Sure, to other houses, it might seem mundane, but to Zabini, its something else entirely. He’s quiet. That’s all he is, really. He’s the quiet, winter chill no one can touch. He only even responds to three other people in the castle, simply because they’re the only ones who won’t shriek in fear. Even with Malfoy, he barely laughs. The only time Draco ever saw him gasp for air from a joke is when Theo peed on himself at the beach. Yet, when everyone has left quidditch practice, and he thinks he’s alone, by himself, Blaise will casually hum a Sinatra tune, soon expanding into a full belt. He actually has a nice voice, from what Draco’s heard. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaise pursued in the art, behind closed doors, of course. However, floating in the abyss, drowning in sex, and singing into an empty loo didn’t really scream Draco. He found an alternative.

Dearest Y/n,

You don’t know me. I don’t quite know you. 
You see, I don’t even know your middle name. I don’t know if you like the colour blue, or if you’ve ever been stung by a bee. Yet, I know that when you’re feeling sad, you pick at your fingernails and get an unbelievably adorable pout. I know that when you’re happy, you click your toes along the tile floor and crinkle your nose like a bunny rabbit. I know that you’re grossed out by frog legs, and that you hate being partnered with Anthony Goldstein. 
I realize this all must be a bit odd, and even creepy, so I’ll tell you some things about me. When I’m upset, I close my eyes, and imagine you and myself dancing in a field of violets. You’re dressed in a pretty, white sundress, your hair soaked wet from our day in the ocean. The sun is drying us, and for once in my day, I smile, imagining what life would be like if you were mine. When I’m happy, I write. I write to you, telling you about my day. I tell myself you’ll read this letter, and that you actually care about how my existence. I’m grossed out by messy eaters, and I positively hate cockroaches. 
I believe you have the right to know I’m in love with you. I understand how hard it must be to understand. But, please know that I believe you’re beautiful perfection everything. You’re my Aphrodite, my Cleopatra, my Victoria. I feel like I’m flying with angel wings when you bump into me while reaching for an ingredient and I can feel my heart leap into my throat whenever I hear your voice. I know this is what love feels like, and I just think you should know.

Best Regards,
Draco L. Malfoy

Four of these were made per day. He would vent about how stupidly Gryffindors acted, or if Trelawney assigned a project over the weekend. At night, he’d dream of Italian honeymoons and promiscuous rendezvous in the Prefect’s bathroom. However, on a particularly gloomy, Friday afternoon in February, he was interrupted abruptly from a smutty letter on the fourteenth.

Dearest Y/n,

It is finally the fourteenth of February. Saint Valentine has separated a day from the year where couples and singles and friends and enemies can come together, spreading the sheer joy of love. I absolutely despise it. I’ve never been anyone’s Valentine, but I think I could be a good candidate. I know that if you were mine, I’d lavish you in chocolates and diamonds. I’d enchant the Room of Requirement to become a lover’s paradise, complete with a lofty bed. I’d spread you onto the silky, pink sheets, kissing your neck and ravishing your skin. I’d watch your lips pucker with a choked moan, rutting into the mattress as you claw my back. Slowly, I’d lift your delicate dress, trailing my hand up your-

WHAT?!’ Blaise huffed, throwing a book towards Draco’s head. ‘We have a Charms exam Monday, and I am not allowing you to waste the weekend studying when we could finish it all right now.’ He took one look at the undignified paper before willing away his erection, and marching out the dormitory with a slam. He really hated it when Blaise was right.
Macbeth, the Malfoy family owl, was making a round trip to Draco for the holiday. His mother delivered a fresh box of sweets, to ‘get through the lonely times,’ while his father restocked his Gringotts account. However, the eagle-owl spotted a letter on the desk of Master Malfoy, along with a heady stack of signed and stamped messages. Hooting towards Theo, the boy smiled, lazily, slipping into his pajamas. ‘Hey, there, Oh Great Ruler, Macbeth.’ The owl nearly smiled, landing onto the shoulder of its companion. ‘How’ve you been, you elusive thing? Good, I hope.’ Snatching a rat’s tale from his satchel, he threw it into Macbeth’s mouth, smiling as the bird happily nibbled on its treat. Theo jerked his thumb towards the letters, almost smirking. ‘Can you believe he’s been writing telegrams to Y/n L/n for nearly two years and has yet to say hello? All he really needs is a nudge-WAIT!’ The bird swooped down to the desk, swiftly picking up a dozen letters, including the dirty passage he had yet to finish. Theo was already a dead man.

a/n- part II or nah

i’ll cover you -a mix of some of my favourite musical theatre duets about relationships, both romantic and platonic. happy valentine’s!!

i’ll cover you - RENT | alone in the universe - seussical | a heart full of love - les misérables | for good - wicked | perfect for you - next to normal | bare - bare: a pop opera | ma maison, c'est ta maison - notre dame de paris | the way i do - starship | seven wonders - catch me if you can | i should tell you - RENT | the power in me - twisted | you are the music in me - high school musical | you and me (but mostly me) - the book of mormon | all i ask of you - phantom of the opera | maybe (next to normal) - next to normal | kiss me - sweeney todd | come what may - moulin rouge

listen on 8tracks

anonymous asked:

My birthday is on Valentines day so could I get a scenario where Kenma, Hinata, and Noya (or just Kenma if you take one) where they don't know it's their birthday so they wait the whole day wondering if they are going to get a valentines but then find out it's the s/o's birthday. Or something like that?? Thanks!!!

Happy birthday, anon! :D

“Stop staring or you’ll creep them out.” NISHINOYA felt a jab at the back of his head before Tanaka came and sat in front of him, obscuring his view of you. Scowling, Nishinoya rubbed the back of his head in a soothing manner. “They’re dating me, they’re used to it by now.” Tanaka snorted and watched as his friend continued to bore holes at the back of your head.

“Why do keep staring at _____-san, like that?” Tanaka finally asked. Nishinoya answered without looking at him. “It’s Valentine’s day and I’m waiting for _____-san to give me those chocolates that they have on their desk.”

Tanaka furrowed his eyebrows. You and Nishinoya have been dating for a few weeks now, and he wonders if Nishinoya hasn’t figured it out that those chocolates were birthday presents from friends yet. “You do know that it’s _____-san’s birthday today, right? Those chocolates aren’t Valentine–”

Nishinoya didn’t give him a chance to finish before he bolted out the door to get you a last minute birthday present.

HINATA wasn’t sure what was worse, waiting for a volleyball match to start or waiting for practice to end so he’d be able to see you. It was finally February 14 and your first Valentine as a couple, can you really blame him for being a little eager? He wanted to know if you had gotten him anything, eyeing the extra bag that you had brought with you to school this morning.

“Hey, dumbass! Pay attention!” Kageyama yelled, but it was too late before a volleyball came and hit Hinata square in the face. A bit dazed, Hinata sits upright, holding his nose to prevent any blood dripping onto the gym floor.

“Hinata, are you alright? You’ve been distracted for a while now,” Sugawara said, helping Hinata up. Hinata blushed as he looked down at the floor. “I’m just a little excited to see _____-chan later.”

“Oh, are you going to celebrate their birthday with them?” Yachi chirped up, passing him a tissue. Blinking, Hinata looked at Yachi with a puzzled look on his face before he asked, “Birthday? It’s their birthday today?”

Tsukishima scoffed as he gave their decoy a smirk. “Yeah, if you weren’t so hopeful on getting a Valentine from them the whole day, you would have noticed the birthday balloons they have been carrying around all day.”

Hinata wasn’t sure if he had fainted from his nose bleed or from the shock.

KENMA had an inkling that something was off today, something that he was missing. But he had ignored it, telling himself that it was just his nerves from waiting to meet up with you later that day. It was his first Valentine being with someone that wasn’t Kuroo and he was getting anxious. 

“What are you doing?” Kuroo asked, making Kenma jump in his seat. The setter looked up at his tall friend, watching him raise a visible eyebrow in question. “What’s got you all jumpy?”

“Nothing in particular,” Kenma stated, looking back down at his phone. But Kuroo wasn’t convinced as he sat in front of him, humming a short tune as he stared at him.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing if you haven’t been playing a game for more than five minutes,” Kuroo said, but Kenma didn’t answer so he continued. “By the way, give this to _____ for me, okay?”

Looking up, Kenma was confused to see a bag being thrust in his face, but that confusion was replaced with panic when he read the ‘happy birthday’ on the bag. “Hey Kuroo, do you think I could–”

“It’s yours to give to them. I figured you wouldn’t know their birthday yet, I did know them longer than you have,” Kuroo grinned.

Sometimes, Kenma was grateful to have a friend like Kuroo.

Valentine's Day Preference (4/4)

Requested: No 

Request are open

Author’s Note: Aside from Calum’s most of the preferences take place in AU. Feedback is welcomed. 


Not once in your life had you had a Valentine that wasn’t a member of your family. You weren’t necessarily bitter about it but it did bother you a little bit. When you started dating Calum a few months ago you secretly hoped your relationship would last until the fourteenth day of February.

When February finally came around you were relieved to know you were still with him. Unfortunately your dream of having a valentine was put to a halt when he announced that the band was going to LA to record the second album. You were disappointed but you knew better than to voice your opposition. This was his job and there was no way you were going to stand in the way of that.

You didn’t think being alone on Valentine’s Day would bother you seeing as that’s how its always been, but when you woke up alone knowing your boyfriend was in another country you couldn’t help but feel upset. Being single and alone on the holiday was one thing, being in a relationship and alone was a whole other story.

After sulking in bed for awhile you started to get ready for work. You might as well put in some hours it sure beat staying home shoveling chocolate into your mouth. Just as you were finishing applying a thin stripe of eyeliner your phone rang. Despite everything, your stomach still fluttered seeing his picture on the screen.

“Hey Valentine.”

“Hey,” you sighed, instantly regretting answering the phone.

“You better not be frowning over there,” he warned.

“I just miss you.”

“I miss you too babe, which is why I got you something. Your mom said she put in on the kitchen counter, go see.”

You figured he had sent you a bouquet of flowers or some other traditional gift. Usually that would have been everything you wanted but right now all you wanted was to be with him. When you entered the kitchen you didn’t find any of that, instead there was an envelope. Tearing the envelope carefully you read the outside of the card before opening it to read the inside, except the inside of the card was obstructed by a ticket, a plane ticket.

“Cal,” you mumbled.

“I know how much you wanted to spend Valentine’s Day together and I know its too late there but it’s not the fourteenth in LA yet. Your plane leaves at four this afternoon and you’ll get here in the morning. Your mom already packed your bags.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I wasn’t going to spend our first valentine’s day apart. And don’t worry that’s only the first of the surprises, just wait until you get here.”


After dating Ashton for years Valentine’s day seemed to have lost its magic. It was no longer a holiday of surprises and puppy love but rather a day where the two of you were expected to be more affectionate with one another. You weren’t expecting anything out of the ordinary when you woke up that morning, knowing Ashton he had left you flowers before he went to work.

Rolling over in bed your eyes landed on a delicate bouquet of red roses. While it was a sweet gesture you couldn’t help but feel cheated out of unique holiday. Truthfully, Ashton had sent the bar high on your first Valentine’s day together and you didn’t expect him to surpass it but you didn’t think it hurt to try.

Sighing you rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, stopping only momentarily to read the flower card that was placed within the vase. It read “Happy Valentine’s Day Princess” and even though this was the message every year your heart still skipped a beat. Once you entered the bathroom you were shocked to see a black lace dress handing from the shower door. Walking closer you noticed a note, “For tonight.”

Throughout the day you found several gifts with similar notes lying around your shared flat. Amongst the gifts were diamond earrings hiding in your jewelry box, a pair of black louboutins heels, and of course your favorite box of chocolate. You had no idea what Ashton had up his sleeve but you had a feeling he was about to top your first valentine’s day.

At five there was a knock on your door from a tiny man in a suit. Luckily you were already dressed for the evening since this was your ride to wherever Ashton had been hiding all day. The drive was silent as you stared out the window trying to figure out where you were going. When the car finally stopped in front of a high end restaurant you were reluctant to get out of the car. Ashton had already spent so much on you that you didn’t want him spending another dime. Hiding in the car was not on option as the door opened revealing your handsome boyfriend in a fitted collared shirt with black slacks.

“Don’t you look fancy,” you teased. Despite Ashton’s high position at his job he never dressed up. A red flag went off in you head and suddenly a wave of nerves crashed over you.

“You look beautiful. Do you like the dress?” He asked.

He ushered you into the restaurant where the two of you then followed a slender woman to a back room. The room was decorated to the nines with roses and candles, the dim lighting complementing the dull flame of the candles. You let out a small gasp amazed at what Ashton had done for you.

“Ash, this is too much,” you said, eyes glancing over the prices hand written in the menu. “You already bought me so much stuff I don’t need dinner too.” 

Instead of dismissing your modesty he took your hand in his, eyes never leaving yours. “These past four years have been the best years of my life. I know I don’t always appreciate you like I should, this evening was long over due.” His words paused as he reached into his pocket with his free hand pulling out a tiny black velvet box. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with. Will you marry me?” 


Usually you spent Valentine’s day with your boyfriend, but after finding out he spent the last two years of your relationship cheating on you that wasn’t happening. Instead, your best friend since grade three and you had decided to spend the day together. Who said Valentine’s day had to be about romance?

The two of you used to spend every Valentine’s day together but after you started dating other guys you spent the holiday with them. Luke, being the friend that he was, never complained about being left behind. This was the first time in years the two of you would be celebrating singles awareness day together and even though you weren’t supposed to get each other anything-it was against tradition-you couldn’t help stopping by the store and picking up a giant stuffed penguin you knew he’d love. And he did, practically knocking you over to wrestle the penguin out of your grip. Lucky for you, he also had broken tradition to get you something.

“Your not supposed to get me flowers,” you whined, though you really didn’t mind.

“Says the girl who just showed up with a giant penguin!” 

The two of you bickered back and forth, teasing one another about your inability to follow rules. Once the moment died down the two of you headed out to eat. You smiled when the car pulled into the familiar parking lot. The two of you had arrived at your childhood favorite restaurant.

“Chicken fingers and mac and cheese?” You chuckled, looking at the menu. That was your go to meal at the ripe age of seven. The two of you always sharing so that you never had to decided what to eat.

The two of you spent the rest of lunch reminiscing on the past years. Somewhere along the way your friendship had drifted apart. Truthfully, it was your fault. You couldn’t figure out how to manage a friendship and a boyfriend. Plus, you never liked seeing him with other girls which was hypocritical because you were always with other guys.

Truth was you always had a thing for Luke, even at the age of seven when everyone else though boys had cooties. As you got older you realized how cliche it was to have a secret crush on your best friend so you started dating other guys to distract you. It worked for a lot of years, up until you caught John cheating on you last month. After that you began spending more time with Luke, who was also single again, and your feelings resurfaced.

You never thought you had a chance with him, so when he leaned across the table and your lips brushed each others you were shocked. Your eyes becoming wide from his actions which he immediately began apologizing for, thinking your expression meant it was out of line. You tried desperately to form words to reassure him but all your brain could do was feel the place his lips just were. Suddenly you were leaning across the table returning the favor.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you teased, returning back to your side of the table.

For the second time tonight, he leaned across the table to kiss you. This one wasn’t shy but rather a kiss, one you had dreamed about since the moment you saw him. The two of you only broke away when your waitress brought your food. Smiling from across the table the two of you ate in silence. Maybe Valentine’s day really was a romance holiday.


Quickly into your relationship with Michael you discovered that if you wanted romance you were going to have to find another boyfriend. Lucky for him you weren’t into romance all to much, you were much more interest in him. However you didn’t think your boyfriend was a complete idiot when it came to love that he would leave you alone on Valentine’s Day to hang out with the guys, but apparently you were mistaken.

When you woke up this morning to a note that read, “Went with the guys be back soon” you were upset. You hadn’t expected much from him, setting your expectation level low. Apparently hoping he would be beside you when you woke up was still too much to ask for. In an attempt to salvage your mood you headed for the shower to get ready for today, hoping that when you exited your boyfriend would be there.

Shortly after you emerged from the shower, you found Michael sprawled out on your couch, game controller held firmly in his hands. As much as you wanted to be angry at him, you couldn’t find the courage to yell at your blue haired boyfriend who really was clueless. Instead, you sauntered over to your couch moving his legs to make room for you.

“Where were you this morning?” you asked.

“I had to help Luke pick out flowers for his girlfriend.”

Your face fell. If he could help his friends with their Valentine’s Day plan why couldn’t he bother doing something for you. You feared that maybe you had given him the impression that you didn’t care about that kind of stuff; which technically was true but you still wanted to celebrate the holiday.

Michael must have noticed your change in mood because once his game finished he got up from the couch, disappearing into the main hall. When he returned he was carrying a gift basket, that nearly caused him to trip over the cord to his remote. Once his balance was restored he placed the gift basket on the table, before turning to face you.

“Did you honestly think I forgot about you?” he asked, kissing your temple.

Your face grew hot realizing how stupid you were to jump to the worse case scenario. Of course Michael didn’t forget about Valentine’s day, and even if he had it didn’t mean he didn’t love you. Pushing your stupid doubts out of your head you focused in on the gift basket, amazed at all the thought that he put into it. Inside was all of your favorite things, new hair dye, candy, and even that Just Dance game you had been begging him to buy you. You were so intent on opening the gift that you didn’t even notice that Michael had set up lunch on the coffee table, Chinese take out with all your favorites.

“I figured we could just stay home, eat, play games, and maybe dye each other’s hair.”

“Sounds like a perfect Valentine’s Day to me.”

True to Michael’s word the two of you spent the entire day within the comfort of your own home enjoying the wonderful gift he had given you. And while the day was perfect for you, you knew you still owed Michael his gift, which was the perfect way to end your Valentine’s Day.