i ruff you

RFA + Valentine's Day

Jumin spends weeks telling anyone who will listen about the commercial origins of the event and its close relationship to flower sales and chocolates etc etc. If MC brings it up to him, he might even tell them about the projects he is working on and which items he expects to turn a profit. He is also the one who sends MC dozens of roses at their workplace, multiple little gifts throughout the day and ultimately takes them to a candlelit dinner.

Yoosung will have grumpily scolded Jumin every time he complained about the worth of Valentine’s Day. He would spend ages thinking up the perfect gift to show his affections, write poetry in the back of his class texts and gift MC the cutest, punniest card (I ruff you!) ever, along with a bouquet of red roses (which he possibly bought instead of groceries). He would also have spent the longest time teasing MC about what their gift might be or that he might forget, when everyone and their nan knows he won’t forget.

Zen is so over the top enthusiastic about having someone on Valentine’s that he makes plans in January. He wants to do all of the schmoozy couples stuff like going to see a movie and kissing in the back row. First thing that morning, he will show up at their door with a single red rose like “be my valentine”? Also, it wouldn’t be Zen if he didn’t reference getting MC to put on some of the lacy underwear that’s new in that season. Valentine’s Day is a MUCH bigger deal for him than MC, lol.

Seven is probably not that into Valentine’s Day but he’d make a very deliberate effort. He’d give MC some of those joke love hearts candies that are like “smelly head” and “dingus” before taking them out for a long ride in his car that evening. They can sit under the stars and eat candies and laugh at exactly what statements are printed on them, like “this one says ‘you smell’ on it. Clearly it was made for you”.

Jaehee is almost definitely going to end up snowed under with work (it’s the snowball effect: Chief Han probably wants to do something romantic so throws more work in Jumin’s direction, which means Jaehee ends up with more etc etc). Also true if her route is completed. She possibly was also of the opinion that Valentine’s Day was too commercial, but she leaves MC a card and some handmade chocolates next to the phone, where she usually leaves notes and things (and blushes like a beacon the next time they see each other).

Saeran won’t fully understand the day (a day for love? Sounds fake but ok) but he won’t say no to MC showering chocolates in his general direction. MC will wake up to find a really beautiful flower on their pillow, but if they ask Saeran about it he’ll go a bright red and be like fUck if I know.

It’s at this point that MC finds out V has been keeping really detailed journals from the beginning of their relationship and on Valentine’s Day, he makes a little scrapbook of pictures, pressed flowers and anecdotes from the first time they met to the present day. It’s also further proof that he’s a gross goober, but if they’re dating him, they probably know this already, since he makes a habit of sending them flowers and love notes.

anonymous asked:

Can you add Kagami, Kiyoshi, Izuki and Takao to the mix please admin-sama?! can you do GoM realizing they're falling completely and hopelessly in love with their s/o, and accidentally blurting it out after seeing their s/o do something moronic/cute (such as their s/o's tendency to always pout when they're forced to eat carrots or something)?

This was soooo overdue. I’m sorry guys. Just dropping by to announce I’m not dead and thank you all so much for sticking around with us! P.S. Takao’s ended up being… different… than the rest.

- Lena

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Kagami sighed, but it was difficult to remove the smile from his face. Not that he wasn’t going to at least try, because this was supposed to be a serious place, an important place and there were plenty of people giving them dirty looks over irrelevant reasons anyway.

None of it seemed to deter the girl giggling like a little kid beside him, holding onto his hand like a lifeline.

“Hey, will you stop that already?” he asked, but the fact of the matter was, he didn’t really want her to. Well, he did, but not enough to actually force the issue. Her giggling in general was contagious, the only reason he was only vaguely annoyed was because this time, it was directed at him.

She took a deep breath, glancing up at him. Then she burst into a set of giggles all over again. “I’m sorry, I just–thank you. But you look ridiculous in that monkey suit.”

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Ohmygod, THIS.


|Imagine Dying and making a deal with you reaper, just so you can say bye to Dean|
You smile as you appear in dean’s room, you heard the shower loudly and you walk into the bathroom, and you hear sobs coming from behind the shower screen, you push your hand against the glass and when you pull it back you see your handprint on the screen. You push your finger onto the screen and you begin to write on the only thing that separated you and dean. ‘I’m here, Babe.’ You wrote. Dean looked at the writing and he quickly got out of showers his eyes searched the room and you walked over to the mirror. ‘Dean I’m here I don’t have long’ you write as you force myself to be seen you see yourself flicker in the mirror and his eyes look hopefully at you. “Y/N.” Dean shouts and his hands reach towards you.
“Dean, I don’t have long i just wanted to say. I love you and good bye.” You say reaching your hand forward towards him you gently run it over his ruff cheek.
“I love you.” Dean said and he kissed you tenderly although you felt nothing, you place your hand  back on his cheek as he pulls away. “Why do you have to go.” Dean tenderly said a tear rolled from his eye.
“I made a deal for 10 minutes with you to say good bye.” You add and his green eyes soften as you look in the mirror you see your image disappearing “What no this wasn’t the deal, you said ten minutes.” your image fell from view and dean began to cry. “You SAID!” you shout loudly into the oblivion

  • Moroslut/Morocock/Morocunt/Moroderp/ the list goes on. 

    .. YOU NEED TO BE ASLEEP CUNT, YOU HAVE WORK IN A FEW HOURS. You’re a slut. Done. Jokes lad. So like I first saw you on tokbox and yes I was like ‘What’s a moroslut..’ LOL and I thought you were cute, ew what was I thinking.. joooooookes. Yeah, me and dina would check you out.. weird because she talks shit about you all the time AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. And yeah, when we went to the tumblr meet up together, and it was so awks.. AHAHAHA but it was good getting to know you. and then the beach meet up, and when you went topless, thank god i had glasses on because i was checking you out, now i can do it without glasses LOL. I remember each night I’d wait for you to talk to me HAHAHAHA and you always would (because YOU WHERE WHIPPED.) but you’d always speak to me so late, which pissed me off, stupid cunt. I’m not sure when I started liking you, but I’m assuming it was that week when we hung out non stop, and you were just super different to all the other guys who were the same. And you were confusing as fuck, as in I didn’t know if you liked me or not. 
    Yeah, and now, unfortunately, I’m forced to love you.. Ew. Black cambo shit.

I do wish I could write you all a shy love letter. Do you remember when that happened to the moon? How the moon got drunk off some deep space debris, slurred and spun in upon us so startlingly close. Whispering of the late summer evenings and ice cold beer. The lake and the memory of water. Your skin and how it spoke, how it sang to us of sun and hunger.

How the moon got too close and our gravity lessened and we learned to let go of so many things, whether we wanted to or not. And how in our new found freedom, in our giggling gasp of buoyancy, time slowed down into a junkie nod until it bloomed backwards in and around itself. We became one again on the lake with the night and each other. How the silence held us, heavy in its luminous ache. The fruit of hunger. Of being eaten. Of devouring. Of being devoured. The joy weeping down our chin and arms.

We devoured the moon and the sun devoured us. And the stars fucked and sang an entirely new bible. It was a weekend back in the seventies when no one gave a fuck. The war was over and there was a new drug in town. A new sacrament where everything came undone and the night lasted forever.
Oh how I’ll always love you.