jumping desks

Prompt 2

Properly late this time.

“Alright!” Teddy said loudly clapping his hands.

Victoire rolled her eyes, “We’re all right ‘ere, Teddy. You don’t need to shout.”

“This is the very important first meeting of the-” Teddy hesitated and bought time by climbing up to stand on the empty teacher’s desk in the classroom they were meeting in, “The Cupid Club!”

Peter groaned.

“That is an 'orrible name,” Victoire frowned.

Daisy and Saanvi giggled, leaning into one another.

“Whatever,” Teddy said dismissively, “We can work out a better name later. The important thing is, we’re all here for one united purpose!” He paused to gesture dramatically and the other students stared at him, Daisy and Saavi giggled.

Teddy sighed, “You could show a little more enthusiasm, you know!”

“Should we clap?” Peter asked.

“Get on with it, Ted,” Victoire prompted with an exasperated smile.

Teddy said, “Fine. So, we’ve all seen my cousin and godfather, the illustrious Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy, flirting-”

“Insults really don’t seem like flirting to me,” Victoire said. To try and quell Teddy’s puppy dog expression she added, “They do look good together.”

Saanvi sighed, “Have you seen how Professor Potter smiles when Professor Malfoy talks with him?”

“He just lights up!” Daisy said with a giggle, “It’s the sweetest thing.”

“But what about Professor Malfoy?” Victoire said, “ 'E is always sneering and smirking at 'arry.”

“He stares at his arse.”

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i love jeremy’s GMod Murder strategy. lulling everyone into a false sense of security by playing little games with them. jumping over desks / putting snowmen hats on people and then brutally shanking them when they’re distracted. it’s so fucking ruthless. i love it.

The poor receptionists

So my players are in a port city after finding out they got some business there. The party consists of a half elf bard, half elf rogue, a monk taxabi(catfolk), a monk kenku, and a human wizard\warlock.

The offices they go to are right next to each other. At the first office, in the main lobby the kenku and monk harass the gnome receptionist by pretending to shoot the kenku and the kenku making annoying noises. When they go to the second office, the receptionist there (the first ones twin sister) did her best to ignore them to deny a audiance with a academic counsol (they insulted the wizard’s sanity).

Receptionist: (ignores)

Taxabi: i jump on the desk and nuzzle her face. (Proceeds to act this out by nuzzling my face).

Kenku: While she does that i’m going to make random noises that annoy people. (Acts out some sounds)

Bard: i sit on her desk and play every catchy song i can think of on my harp. (Sings some fricking song)

Wizlock: i start shouting all the reasons why i should be allowed an audiance. (Proceeds to act THIS out.)

Rogue (sitting next to me, acting this all out): *leans in* i can make them stop, just give us entry and an audience… (Repeats similar phrases).

This goes on for a bit, the gnome somehow ignoring them all. They do not pause in their acting in character the entire time. Then the taxabi remembers that she is wearing eyes of charming.

TM: i lean in front of her and cast charm person with my glasses. “Click”

Gnome passes the wisdom save.

TM: i lean in closer… And try again. “Click.”

Gnome passes again, barely this time.

TM: “Click.”

The Poor receptionist gets a nat 1, which they all see since they are all literally watching me roll.

They cheer as i shout in frustration but laugh at the same time. I am thinking of how to do this as they contiune on, then i smirk as i then shout out as loud as I can…


I never seen them so happy to until then. I love my group so much.

The emergency room is warm, the heat spitting out through the vents on the ceiling, but Harry can’t stop shaking no matter how tightly he wraps his winter jacket around him, his fingertips cold and his breathing uneven. The fluorescent lights above him cast a yellow shadow across the room, the one to the far left flickering every so often. It’s distracting, but not in the way he’d like it to be, and every time it blinks off, he flinches, wishing it would stay on, or off, one way or the other.

It’s all one, big cinematic cliche. Harry can’t fathom that this is actually happening, that he isn’t on the other side of the screen at the theater, trying to imagine what it would be like.

He doesn’t have to imagine.

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Paper Hearts

A stupidly fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration


Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Meet me in Room 172.

           I refold the note, noticing how the paper has already settled into well-known creases since this morning.  It’s not the first anonymous note I’ve gotten over the past week, but it’s the first time the writer has made a move beyond waxing poetic.

           The Watford halls are sickening today, even to me.  I understand the appeal of decorating for Christmas, but Valentine’s Day?  It just seems a little patronizing to adorn the walls in that many paper hearts, whether the hearts can magically float around people’s heads or not.  And it’s not that I’m a cynic, but Valentine’s Day this year was set to be a difficult one for me, since I no longer have Agatha to dote upon.

           But as I slip the little creased note back into my pocket and make for Room 172, the paper hearts seem less mocking and my own beating heart feels just a bit lighter.

           When I reach the door I falter, doubts rushing to my head.  What if there’s no one there?  And what if there is?  Then what?

           But I turn the knob and shove open the door.

           And immediately I see who’s waiting and I hate the thrill that bolts through me, and I wish that I had turned back.

           Baz’s face goes red when he sees me and I wonder briefly if I’ve seen him this angry before, so enraged that he turns colour.

           “What,” he seethes, “are you doing here?”

           “What am I doing here?” I spit back, my heart sinking and racing at once.  “What are you doing here?”

           “None of your business,” he growls, sitting on one of the desks and pointedly looking anywhere but at me.

           Everything in me is boiling.  I’m angry and I’m disappointed at once, but I puff up my pride and stalk over to another desk and sit down to wait.  Maybe the fates will be on my side for once and the mystery writer will reveal themselves yet.

           Although, would that be the fates with me or against me?  Because everything right now is looking like Baz wrote the note, and sitting here in the empty classroom full of paper hearts with him just a few desks away, it’s getting harder to ignore the buzzing under my skin and harder to ignore the fact that he is the common denominator.

           The clock ticks away like a drumbeat and I stare at the door, hoping, praying for something to happen.

           “Why are you here?”

           I throw a glance over at Baz, who has turned his head so that he can see me without looking at me.  “If you must know,” I reply sharply, “I’m waiting for someone.”


           “You think I’m lying?”

           “I think you’re pathetic.”

           I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten like Penny told me before I can breathe evenly again.  “What’s your excuse, Basil?” I grit through my teeth. “Why do you have to be here?  Has no one invited you across the threshold?” It’s a lame dig, but I know it will be effective, whether he shows it or not.  If there’s anything I’ve learned from being his enemy it’s that vampire jokes are a no-no.

           “I told you, it’s none of your business.”

           “Can’t you take your business elsewhere, then?”




           When I turn to throw another insult at him, the sun through the window catches the side of his face and turns his eyes to silver… and the insult dies in my throat.


           I try to stomp on the thought.  No.

           But it’s too late.  

           It’s there.  It’s taken root.

           And the longer I look at him the more it flowers.

           Another thought bubbles up to the surface almost tentatively.  Are you sure it wasn’t him?

           As much as I know I should try to extinguish that notion along with the previous, I let it linger.  If I think back on it, I don’t think I ever have seen him angry enough to turn red.

           So maybe he’s not angry.  

           Maybe it’s something else.

           When he meets my eye, I’m still staring at him, and his gaze darts away again, but his cheeks.

           They go pink, and there’s no anger in his eyes.  Only uncertainty.

           His silver eyes.

           And all at once, I decide to change everything.


“Alright, Baz,” comes Simon’s soft voice, “you can drop the act.”

           I turn to look at him again, and it’s like looking at the sun because I can feel his image scorching onto my retinas.  Meeting Simon Snow’s gaze is something that can only be done in doses, for me at least, I don’t know why.

           Well, I know why, but I can’t logically explain it.

           “Act?” I repeat dumbly.

           He slides off the desk and takes a slow step in my direction, and even that is enough to set my heart hammering.  “Yes,” he says, “act.”

           “I don’t know what -”

           “I think you do,” he interrupts me, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He pauses for a breath, like he’s second-guessing himself, but then he meets my eyes again.  “I think you wrote the notes.”

           My brain screeches to a halt and nothing makes sense.  “Notes,” I reply, and I hate myself because the boy I’m head-over-heels for is actually not at my throat and I sound like a parrot.

           He seems to get a burst of confidence.  “It’s okay, Baz,” he goes on, still slowly advancing, “I don’t mind, but you could have just said something.”

           I have nowhere to go.  I want to leap up from my spot and run, but I can’t.  Even in all this, my pride wins.  I’m on a desk in the middle of an empty classroom, and I’m cornered.  “Said something,” I stammer, “about what?”

           He shrugs, right in front of me now.  “Anything from any of the notes, which were unbelievably mushy, by the way. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

           “Hang on,” I stop him, unable to keep from shrinking back.  “You’ve been getting notes?”

           “All week,” he grins, “though I didn’t realize it was you until I got here.  I have to say, that last one was weak poetry. I mean, ‘roses are red, violets are blue’?”

           Something in my brain clicks and I swear I hear a ding.  “‘Meet me in Room 172’,” I finish with a sinking feeling.

           His face lights up like all the stars in the sky are in his eyes.  “I knew it was you,” he murmurs, and – Crowley – his gaze flickers to my mouth, no more than a foot away.

           And I want it.  I want to keep quiet and let him close the distance.  Hell, I want to do it myself.

           But I reach into my pocket and pull out the scrap of paper from inside.  “Then I hate to tell you this, Snow,” I say quietly, my heart breaking, “but I didn’t do it.”

           He looks away from my eyes for the first time and his brow scrunches up when he sees the note in my hand.  He takes it from me and unfolds it, his eyes scanning over the words again and again, the same little three-line poem.  I watch as he checks his pockets, finding an identical note in his jeans, and the penny drops.

           “It wasn’t you,” he says, almost to himself, and his face falls.

           “I’ve been getting anonymous notes all week, too,” I confess.  “It’s a trick on both of us.”

           His hands are shaking.  “Why would anyone do this?” he asks quietly, his face reddening, and I can’t tell whether it’s with embarrassment or anger or sadness, or all of the above.

           “I don’t know,” I stand at last and saunter over to lean against the wall, grateful for some air that isn’t charged with proximity.  “People are dicks, I guess.”

           “And you swear that you had nothing to do with it?”  He won’t look at me at all now.

           “I swear.”

           He squeezes his eyes shut and I half expect tears to appear on his cheeks, but he just nods once and turns to march towards the door.

           An image flashes through my brain, of his eyes boring into mine, of how they flickered down to my flustered mouth.

           And suddenly I decide that I’ve had enough of this.


           He stops dead in his tracks.  “What?” he says without looking at me.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What for?  You said you didn’t do anything.”  His voice sounds sore, like he is fighting tears after all.

           “I’m sorry that you thought it was me,” I tell him, “because…” I trail off, unsure how to finish.

           “Because what?”

           I wish he would look at me.  “I hate to ask, but did you mean any of that?”

           “About not minding if it was you?”  He sighs like he’s given up.  “Yes. I meant all of it.”

           He meant all of it.  From the words to the glance at my lips.  All of it.

           He shoots me a red-faced glare at my silence.  “Happy?”

           I stare back, and I can feel a big stupid grin bubbling up.  “Yes, actually.”

           That catches him off-guard.  “Why?”

           “Because I wouldn’t mind if it was you, either,” I blurt out before I can lose my nerve.

           His eyebrows finally un-furrow and he meets my eyes properly.  I know that I’m turning pink again, but as he starts to step towards me, I hold his gaze.

           When he’s right in front of me again, close enough that I have to look down to see him, he whispers “You mean…”

           One of the paper hearts littering the room suddenly jumps up off a desk, and I don’t know if they’ve been charmed to target fools in love or not, but it starts to dance around my head.

           Simon chuckles at the heart.  “Is that a yes?”

           I allow myself a tempered version of the big stupid grin.  “You could say that.”

           The heart swoops in front of my eyes, and I lazily wave it away.

           Simon stands on tiptoe and plucks the heart from the air by my eyes, and we’re no further than a breath apart.

           And then he leans in the rest of the way.


Penny squeezes my hand hard when they finally fall together, and I squeeze back.  Stealthily she snaps a silent photo on her phone, and I make a mental note to get her to send it to me later.  The fruits of our labours.

           We step back from the open door of Room 172 as quietly as we can, but I doubt we need to worry.  Simon and Baz are both far too occupied to notice us.

           Penny keeps hold of my hand as we make a break for it, waiting until we’re around several corners before speaking.

           “Damn,” she grins at me, “we are good.”

           All I can do is grin back, still holding her hand as we stroll down the hallway, kicking up clouds of red paper hearts.

No Regrets (Part 8)

Hey… I’ve kept you waiting - I know! - but I really needed to read this over a couple of times and I’m finally happy with it so here you go!

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved how much feedback I received from you lot! Nothing motivates me more than to hear your thoughts on my writing - keep it coming!

Need to catch up? Here’s PART 7 or NO REGRETS MASTERLIST

You were done feeling sorry for yourself. Your plan to live a life of ‘No Regrets’ has clearly backfired and you found yourself in a bigger mess than you were before. You were still single and more frustrated than ever. And you’ve managed to create an uneasy atmosphere at work. Tick, tick, tick, all checked off a list of How to be a Loser.

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Late Night Texts

So, I may or may not have woken up at 3 in the morning yesterday to jot this idea down quickly. I just needed some Bucky smutty smut and I figured maybe y'all did as well. Posted from phone, so sorry if errors.

Summary: Needs have to be met and Bucky isn’t easily satisfied.


I need you. Now.

The text flashes across your screen,  pulling your attention away from your computer. It was late, but you were still up working, sitting at your computer desk in nothing but a tank top and your panties. You bite your bottom lip as your heart begins to race. God, if there was one thing that man could do well, it was make you fall to bits with just a few words.

Quickly you text Bucky back feeling the need in you grow.

My place or yours? 

Not a minute passes before your phone buzzes again.

Open your door. 

Your heart flutters as you jump up from your desk and run straight for your door, not bothering to put on any clothes. Why, when you knew Bucky would be tearing them off you in just seconds.

You undid the bolt and opened the door to see a leather jacket clad mess of tussled brown hair and blue eyes. Your breath catches in your chest as he takes no time in stepping inside.

“Can’t stay away?” You toy with him.

Bucky eyes your body slowly before catching your gaze. “Not when I have an image like this floating around in my head,” he sighs longingly. “If you only knew what you did to me, doll.”

“I can venture a guess,” You breath as you look at him with lust-filled eyes, “but why don’t you show me?”

With a smile and a growl that sent you shivering with anticipation, Bucky immediately meets your mouth with his. His hands find you waist and grip tight as he turns the both of you around and shoves you forcefully up against the door. His body is pressed tightly up against yours and you can feel his arousal against you through his jeans. Super soldier indeed.

You open your mouth ever so slightly so that he can slip in his tongue. It dances with yours so gracefully you can’t help but moan. How did he always taste so good? 

He breaks the kiss for a moment to remove his jacket and t-shirt as he no longer wants to contain the heat radiating off his skin. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he moans next to your ear before giving it a nip as your hands roam his chiseled chest.

You move him forward a little to look into those sharp blue eyes.

“Your jeans, undo them. Now,” you give the order as a devilish smirk passes your mouth. 

Like a good soldier following orders he unzips the front of his blue jeans, pulling down his pants and boxers just enough to unleash that magnificent cock. 

Immediately you drop to your knees and place your lips around the head, a teaser before taking him fully into your mouth. You feel Bucky’s knees almost buckle from the pleasure as a groan escapes his lips.

“God, doll, what a pretty little mouth you have,” he moans to the ceiling. His metal hand finds the back of your head, guiding you further down onto his manhood.

You bring your hand to wrap around the base, helping you with the size of it. Your mouth and hand work in tandem as you suck and stroke the groans from Bucky’s perfect lips.

“God, baby girl, the things you can do with that tongue,” he says, feeling himself slip closer and closer to release. “[Y/N], you treat me too good.”

Bucky’s hips lurch against your face and you know he is close. His skin feels like its burning and he looks down at you as you look up into his eyes. The corners of your lips upturn into a grin as they are still wrapped around his manhood.

“Oh, so close doll…don’t…oh my God,” his words come out through quick panting as he is barely holding on to sanity. A few more simple strokes and Bucky is come undone. HIs steaming hot pleasure is slinking its way down your throat. You make sure to swallow every drop.

Hearing him moan so loud and gutteral made you so incredibly wet. Sighing, you release his cock and wipe the corners of your mouth as you stand up. You can see the glistening beads of sweat that are covering his torso now and smile, knowing you had done this to him. Bucky takes a deep breath and combs his hair out of his face with his fingers.

“So, shall we call it a night then?” you tease him, knowing what would happen next.

Bucky uses his metal arm to pull you close to him as he just breathes. “You know better than that. We are only getting started.”

His metal hand slips under your tank top and, with almost no effort, he rips it in two. The cold metal freezes the bare skin it touches, making you gasp. When did you get so warm? You let the fabric fall off your shoulders and on to the floor. Bucky bit his bottom lip at the sight.

“It should be a crime to hide such a perfect sight,” he growled. “Now, I ain’t leaving​’ until I hear you screaming my name.”

It still surprised you how quickly he was ready to go again. If only all of your lovers had been genetically enhanced. In one swift motion, two strong hands are on your panties before they are suddenly on the floor and, coming back to your butt, they pick you up and put you straddling Bucky’s waist. He was already hard again and twitching at your entrance. Screw the foreplay, you needed him now.

“Say it,” he says, “and maybe I won’t make you wait.”

Your hands tangle into his long locks. “I need that glorious cock of yours inside me right now,” you say without missing a beat.

You felt the both of you move as Bucky’s mouth hungrily clasp yours. Without warning your back was being shoved against the wall, his bionic arm the only thing holding you up as it was wrapped around your waist. The sound echoed through the quiet apartment.

Sorry, not sorry neighbors, you thought to yourself.

Bucky moved his lips to your neck and with a thrust he was inside of you.

“Buck,” you moaned out his name, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as you body adjusted to accommodate his girth.

“Jesus, baby, I will never get tired of how good your pussy feels around my cock,” his warm breath fanned across your neck.

Slowly he began to thrust in and out, trying to find his rythym. Soon you were joining him in rocking your hips back and forth. Bucky placed his forehead on yours as you began to pant. The rough wall rubbing on your back mixed pleasure with a little pain in the most tantalizing way.

“Oh, Bucky,” you moan louder this time, “please.”

Bucky knew exactly what you were begging for and lowered his head to your nipple, which was already hardened for him. His tongue flitted around the pink flesh before he took it into his mouth to suck and nibble.

“Yes, baby…yes,” you breathe as your head rolls back to rest against the wall. You could feel that familiar warm growing in your stomach. Bucky picked up his pace.

“So close, baby,” you say in between ragged breaths. “Don’t…stop…”

“Say my name, doll, I  need to hear you scream it,” he said as he came up for air.

“Buck-y” you say.

“Louder,” he growls.

“Bucky,” you screamed as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your walls closing around his member sent him over the edge for the second time.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he bellowed as he rode out his own ecstasy with you. Minutes passed as you both stayed connected, riding out the pleasure with heavy breaths. Once you both had stopped shakily, Bucky gently pulled out of you and set you back on the floor, kissing you sweetly. You smile satisfied at him.

“So, is this going to be a weekly thing or…?” you pick at him.

He chuckled. “What, you are tired of me already?” He pulls you into him and holds you close.

“Not at all,” you say, “I was just wondering how long I have until we do something like this again.”

Bucky looked around until he found the clock on your wall. “Well, I’d say you have about 15 minutes.”

I can’t believe  you're mine// Loki smut

Fandom: Avengers/ Loki Laufeyson 

Paring: Loki x reader

Warning: Smut (fluff) swearing 

A/N: Hey guys! I thought it was time to do a smut so here it is!

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

Loki was beautiful, I watched silently from the bed as he walked out of the huge Azguardian wash room, tiny droplets of water slithered down his perfectly sculptured chest. No wonder people worshiped him. However the more I watched him, the more I craved his touch. Loki had always been so gentle and considering when it came to being intimate. I had never been able to trust a guy enough to go all the way, I wanted to find someone special to be with, but I know I could trust Loki.

Slowly I got out from under the green silky sheets and made my way over towards Loki. When I reached him, I placed both of my hands on his bare back and traced patterns across the back of his neck, shoulder blades and arms. I could feel him tense every so often when I went over a scar. I gingerly placed small kisses on each and every one of them.

“ So beautiful “ I whispered as he turned his body to face me. As he did so my hands moved with him soon ending up on his chest, oh my gods.

“If anyone is beautiful, It’s you,” Loki said, his velvet voice echoing through the room. My cheeks grew even brighter when he started to trail his fingers up and down my clothed sides. My breath hitched when he reached my bare shoulders, his fingers left marks on my skin, unseen but prominent . Soon my body took over and I placed my lips over his, my hands reached up to pull on the tiny hairs at the back of his neck ,earning a moan from Loki.

The God began to walk forwards until my thighs were pressed against the desk, Loki softly grasped them and placed me on top of the desk. However his hands didn’t move from their current position but instead moved up and down my thighs. My hands made their way down his back to the brim of his towel that was secured tightly to his waist, but before I could loosen it, Loki had stepped away from me.

“ Wait, Y/N” he sighed shaking his head.

“ What Loki? I asked confusingly.

“Do you truly want this? With me?”

I nodded, jumping off the desk to meet him.

“ I want this, with you Loki” I said before he covered my lips with his. Once again he picked me up, but this time lay me on the bed before crawling up me. I giggled slightly when he stopped to kiss my stomach. Soon his hands where at the bottom of my shirt moving it up brushing my skin as he did so. Loki pulled my shirt over my head exposing my bare chest to him. Loki looked up at me with a smile on his face before latching on to my right nipple. I gasped as pure pleasure seeped through my body.

“Shit, Fuck oh my god!” I could feel Loki’s smirk widen as I moaned more and more. He soon moved on to the left causing me to moan just as much. After a while I pushed Loki back so he was lying on the bed, my hands crept towards his towel where his strong member had made a tent. I gingerly brushed over it ready to take it out but was stopped by Loki.

“W-what? I don’t understand- I thought-” I was cut off by him.

“ We are Y/N but this night is about you, Okay?” I gave in and nodded. Loki slowly pushed my back in to the mattress, slid down my shorts and pulled the sheets over him.

“I-is it going to hurt?” I stuttered.

“Only for a little while darling. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this my love?”

“Yes, I want to be with you this way” He nodded before pulling his towel off and dropping it on the floor, he positioned himself above me, intertwining our fingers, and entered me. I let out a small screech of pain, tears brimming in my eyes.

“ I’m fine, keep going” I told Loki after I noticed a look of worry spread across his face. However once he began to move the pain subsided and pleasure soon replaced it.

“ Oh my god Loki, yes!” I moaned loudly. Loki quickened his pace more and more until he too became a moaning mess.

“Yes!” I yelled as I felt him release inside of me. I too following after him.Loki buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily.

“I love you Y/N” he finally spoke after pulling out and laying next to me.

“I love you too Loki” I shuffled my head on too his chest as he draped his arm over my waist, both of us falling in to a peaceful slumber.    

alaska-girl-without-a-polar-bear  asked:

Fbi agent and lab tech au! This is one of my favorites but I can never find any! ♡♡

Alright oh jeez…

Ok so klance (I do like other ships guys, I swear. I just worry you guys only like me for my klance haha. If you ever want anything else let me know)

Ok so after that! Haha, lance is a premium FBI detective, and is starting to become a bit of a legend in the force. With his partner, Hunk, they are quickly becoming the bureaus most efficient team. Hunk is resourceful and his knowledge of chemical compounds leaves drug labs in fear. Lance has a killer imagination, which makes him an excellent problem solver and strategist. Lance is also eerily good at reading and manipulating people. Lawyers swear under their breath when they walk into the interrogation room and see his smiling face.

Their client better exercise the right to remain silent.

Keith is their lab technician. He tried to be an actual police officer, but could never pass the psych evaluation. His “shoot first, ask questions later” mentality made several of the deputies nervous. So he dropped out and decided he’d help out another way.

He’s a great lab tech! He works quickly and efficiently, and his rough childhood is actually an asset in pinpointing potential crime locations. He has a great memory when it comes to creepy warehouses he used to graffiti.

And lance has to admit… he hates desk work, but seeing Keith makes it easier. When he’s bored he’ll go to his desk and mess up the order of his samples. Keith squeals, but Lance always remembers their original order. He puts them back in place and Keith shoves him out the door.

Lance runs in one day “hey Keith! I’ve got this photo and something seems off about it. Can you blow it up and take a look at it?”
“Oh yeah sure thing”
Keith takes the USB and pulls up the photo lance points at.
“Lance… this is just you in a speedo.”
Yeah but don’t you think my abs look less defined then usual? Like what do you think? Do you think I should up my number of crunches or…“

But Keith always drops a cup of coffee at lance’s desk when their both in the station alone Kate at night. Keith is processing dirt samples and lance is pouring over a case file he just can’t crack. Similarly lance usually orders pizza when he leaves and sees Keith still in his lab. The pizza is always delivered anonymously, but Keith knows it has to be lance. He hasn’t dared to tell anyone else that he likes double pineapple and anchovies.

One day lance rushes into Keith’s lab. He’s holding something in a paper bag and looks anxious.
“Keith I’m working an old case and think I’ve hit a breakthrough. Could you look at these pieces of paper?”
Keith sees that in the bag Lance is holding are tiny shredded bits of paper. Keith agrees. Lance hands the first tiny bit of paper for Keith to look under his microscope.
“There’s a letter on here.
"Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. ‘I’”
“Alright I’ll write that down”

They work through the next few pieces of paper. Taking note of the letters and words that appear. Finally Keith stops. He looks at the scrawl he’s written.

“I want to go out with you.” He reads out loud. Lance shifts nervously on his feet.
“It’s uh… it’s a pretty big mystery…and I can’t solve it without your answer.”

Keith laughs. He just hands lance the bit of paper with the letter y and nods. Lance tries to jump across the desk in joy, but Keith shouts when he bumps a rack of glass tubes.

A House Divided- Avengers x Reader(f)

Authors notes: I don’t really know where this came from but here it is haha

Notes/Warnings: Major character deaths (but not really), guns (but not really) violence (okay, yeah its a little tense)

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Captain America paced in the small conference room, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is going to tear us apart.” He sighed.

 “Maybe,” Natasha said plainly. “But it has to be done.” She pulled back the hammer on her gun and held it in front of her as she headed out of the glass doors cautiously. “They chose their sides and they knew what it meant.”

 Cap picked up his weapon and huffed. He pressed a hand to his ear to use the coms to speak to the rest of the team. “Alright, everyone, keep your eyes out and watch your six.”

 “Cap,” Sam replied from under a desk in Tony’s lab. “I’ve got movement up stairs near the bar. I think someone is in the vents.”

 “That’s gotta be Clint.” Natasha chimed in as she ran towards the common room. “I’ll take him out.”

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I Still Love You || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt(s): can you write about peter breaking masculine gender roles + a fluff thing where peter wants the reader to be the big spoon but is too embarrassed to straight out say it? :)]]

for this story, i’m going to combine two requests together because they both fit ;w; admittedly, i had a hard time trying to think of a good plot for the ‘breaking masculine gender roles’ request and figured combining these two requests would make things a hella lot easier for me [♥]

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

warnings: none

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!**


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My Heart Went Boom

Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Note: Day two of the write a thon! This is my first time writing an Eliza fic, and after working on this one for so long I’m really happy with how it turned out so I really hope you all love this as much as I do.

Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff y’all

Word Count: 900 (it’s short I know but, I’ve been struggling to finish this for days and this is the best i could do)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @whatevernever 

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

“Y/N! I need you to go down and get me tulips” Your boss, Rebecca demands as she rushes past your desk and into her office. “Now!” She yells when you don’t move from your desk.

“Rebecca I don’t exactly have the time right now, I have to finish the stack of work you gave me this morning” you explain, staring at the actual stack of papers she had dumped on your desk that morning and ordered you to organize.

Really you don’t mind your job as the secretary for the editor of a major magazine. Sure Rebecca can be uptight and downright rude a lot of the time but mostly you enjoy the challenge of the work you have to do. Unless she’s making you run stupid errands that get in the way of much more important things to do.

“I don’t care! I was supposed to have my flowers delivered but that stupid messed up my delivery this morning and I need those flowers!” she exclaims, waking her way back out of her office to glare at you. “So go!” 

You quickly jump up from your desk, not wanting her to physically pull you up and grab your bag from your draw. 

“And don’t go to my usual florist! I no longer trust them with my business. Find someone else” She demands before storming back into her office. 

So on top of having to go out of your way to find a different florist that will be able to live up to your bosses ridiculous standards, oh joy

Following the map you had looked up in the elevator you make your way four blocks from work to what is supposed to be ‘the best new florist in New York’. 

As you step through the door of Schuyler’s Flowers, immediately you are hit with the overwhelming scent of flowers. 

“Hello!” a bright, voice says off to your left. As you turn to look at the person who spoke your heart flutters in your chest.

The girl has to be around your age, her long straight dark hair flows freely around her shoulder and the pale blue sundress she wears looks as if it was make just for her.

“H-hi” you stutter, giving her as much of a smile as you can manage. She laughs softly, the sound of her laugh fills your ears and causes a cheesy grin to spread across your face.

“I’m Eliza, How can I help you today?” She asks.

“Tulips!” You exclaim before biting your lip and taking a breath. “Sorry… uh I need tulips. For my boss. She likes tulips”

Eliza laughs again, the sound is like music to your ears makes you feel so… helpless.

“Any particular color she wants?” Eliza asks, her eyes locking onto yours and you feel yourself practically melting under her gaze. 

“Um…I don’t think she mentioned a color, whatever you think is the best is good for me. You’re the one who knows about flowers, you know being a florist and all” You babble.

Eliza smiles at you as she busies herself, putting together a beautiful bouquet of purple tulips. “You know you never did give me your name” she says, absentmindedly.

“Oh right I’m Y/N” you say, rubbing a hand over the back of your neck. 

“Y/N… the name suits you” she says looking up and giving you a small smile, giggling at the way you blush. “And you’re pretty cute when you blush” she adds. 

You stare at her with wide eyes as she says it, you try to form a reply but you get caught up on the words and nothing but an incoherent jumble of noises comes out causing Eliza to giggle again. 

“You’re also pretty cute when you’re nervous” she says, causing you to blush even more. 

“Oh t-thank you. You ah… you’re pretty cute too” you manage to stutter out and she grins. 

Eliza goes quiet in concentration and you watch as she finishes pulling the flowers together, rolls them up in paper and ties them off with a beautiful purple ribbon that matches the flowers. 

“All done, I hope your boss likes them” she says as she hands the flowers to you. 

You grin, looking down at the work of art she’s created with the flowers. 

“This is amazing! You’re so talented” You say as you hand over the money. 

“Thank you, it’s not so much talent as it is practice. You spend enough time doing something you’re bound to get good at it” she explains. As you turn to leave she stops you with a hand on your arm. “I should give you my number, you know in case there is a problem with the flowers or something” she says. 

Quickly she scribbles her phone number onto a piece of paper and slides it into your bag that hangs from your shoulder. 

“Or in case you just… want to call?” she asks, a shy look crossing her face. 

“Sounds good to me. It was nice meeting you Eliza” you say, grinning at her as you head for the door. 

“You too Y/N!” She calls out as the door closes behind you. 

As you walk past the view of the shop you pause for a second and smile thanking every possible god out there, even the ones you don’t believe in, for the mix up at Rebecca’s regular florist. 

anonymous asked:

I had a thought. You know people headcanon the skeletons materialize their genitals with magic? All I can think of is Sans deriatives being science teachers, and they just materialize fucking organs to use as diagrams in their (human) biology class.

“alright, today we’re going to go over human anatomy. i know, i know. a skeleton monster teaching human anatomy? pfft, that’s stupid.

or is it perfect?”

Sans takes off his lab coat to the gasps of his students. He’s now clad in nothing other than his usual pink slippers and socks, all of his bones on display. Several of his female students are covering their mouths, while some of the males are snickering. Of course, there’s nothing on Sans’s pelvis.

“what? you guys startled by the naked truth.” He winks, tossing his lab coat carelessly onto his desk, before jumping up to have a seat on the edge of it. “can everyone see? good, now pay attention.”

His left eyesocket flares blue for a second, and then the students gasp again. He’s manifested a glowing blue large intestine inside his body cavity. “i thought this was the part of the lesson where i should spill my guts,” he remarks with another wink, before he starts rattling off facts about the colon. From there, he manifests the small bowel, while simultaneously dissipating the large intestine, then the stomach, the liver, the kidneys. With each new organ, he gives an explanation of its function.

“you can even survive with one kidney, ya'know?” He remarks at one point, before he straight-up reaches inside his ribs and yanks out the glowing blue, fake organ. “here–catch.”

He tosses it at a student, who jerks out of his seat to avoid the kidney. The manifested organ breaks into blue wisps of magic when it hits the desktop, and Sans starts chuckling, before continuing with the rest of the lesson.

Misty Eyes 1/?

| Part Two |

Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 1103
Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out. 

Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I should make this a full series, so I’m going to test the waters a bit and see how you guys like it. Then we’ll go from there. My inbox is always open, so if you just wanna talk about life or request anything, go right ahead. 

(I apologize, there is only a brief mention of powers in this part, but trust me, there will be more. This part doesn’t have a lot to do with the summary, but it basically introduces some of the tone and future relationships with characters. The next one will introduce a lot more of the plot.)

Thanks loves<3

“Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream, absolutely terrified.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She yells as she runs into my room, stopping as soon as she sees me standing on a desk, wrapped in a towel holding a shoe and a box of tissues. My best friend immediately drops to the ground, laughing hysterically. 

“A….a sp-spider?” She exhales before falling into another fit of laughter. 

“Wanda, help me! It followed me out of the shower and I can’t take my eyes off of-” I stop, mortified. The spider that was terrorizing me, is nowhere to be found. I scan the room from my perch on the desk, as Wanda’s laughter ceases.

“See Y/n, it’s gone now, I think…” She tries to assure me, but her gaze falls on my shoulder and her eyes widen.

“What?” My attention is drawn to a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, causing my heart to thump violently against my rib cage. 

“W-Wanda…my…n-neck…” I stutter, reaching my hand back. 

In a swift movement, I slap away whatever was on my neck. Only, ‘it’ is still attached to my hand, and ‘it’ is a giant wolf spider. A shrill scream escapes my lips as I jump off of the desk, knocking several books and papers to the floor, wildly shaking my hand trying to get ‘it’ off. Somehow, this encourages it to crawl further up my arm. My grip on the towel tightens as I run down the hall to the kitchen, leaving behind a hysterical Wanda. There’s only one person that will take this whole thing seriously and help me, and thankfully, everyone else is on a mission. 

“Peter Parker, get your ass over here and help me!” I bolt into the kitchen towards Peter, who’s sitting on the couch eating an apple. 

“Y/n, are you oka-”

“There’s a fucking spider on my arm! Get. It. Off.” I squeal.

“Every. Single. Time,” He sighs.

He quickly sets the apple down, stopping when he realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel that stops about mid-thigh. His face flushes a deep red. He swallows hard and hurries to my side, delicately scooping up the spider and cupping it in his hands. 

“You’d think with the powers you have, you’d be able to take care of a single spider…” Peter mumbles.

“Okay one, I only had water to work with, and two, you remember what happened the last time I tried that?”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. Your room got flooded and it took two weeks to replace everything.”

“And that is why I can’t use my powers on spiders,” I state as he calmly walks down the hall to the elevator, probably to put it outside. I exhale and shut my eyes for a minute to calm my nerves. Suddenly, someone clears their throat from the other side of the room. My head snaps up, revealing Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Pietro all staring at me. 

“When’d you all get h-here?” I stutter, now slightly embarrassed.

“Whew, you couldn’t wait for him to come back, could you? Got yourself all clean and…sultry,“ Tony smirks with a wink, proud of how uncomfortable he’s making everyone. 

"Spider?” Nat inquires as she passes me on her way out.

“Sadly, yes,” I sheepishly admit. She shakes her head and laughs as she makes her way down the hall. 

“Sultry, really?” Steve rolls his eyes, flashing me a playful smile. 

“Really. Y/n, that towel is very slimming, I think you should wear it more often. It gets quite the reaction out of this one,” Tony suggests, nudging Pietro with his elbow, causing his face to flush and contort with jealousy. Just like that, he speeds over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Guys, guys. I’m the only one that can tell her how seksi and lepa and neverjetno she is…“ he trails off, inhaling and exhaling deeply, still resting his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, melting into his embrace when I feel a slight tug on my towel. I look down, finding that my towel is falling down, little by little. 

"Piet?” I whisper as my face turns redder than a tomato.


“My towel.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s falling…”


“Pietro Maximoff I swear-”

“Well, this is uncomfortable. Steve? You up for some intense training?” Bucky interrupts, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation. 

“Sure thing, Buck.” He replies. The two waste no time in leaving.

“Are you just going to leave me here, alone, with them?” Tony yells, slightly hurt by being left behind. 

“Yup,” a voice calls back from the hallway. 

“Well, not that this hasn’t been fun and all, but I should go do something productive with my life. Smooches,” Tony gestures to the two of us as he saunters towards the hall before quickly turning around. 

“Oh, and remind me to get earplugs. You guys tend to get a little too verbal, if you know what I mean,” He winks before walking away. 

“Do we really get that loud?”

“I don’t know, Draga. You want to find out?” Pietro whispers, burying his face in my hair. I sigh as his hot breath tickles my skin, a smile creeping onto his face.

“But tonight’s team dinner,” I counter.

“I’m sure the Captain will let you skip just one dinner.”


“Y/n, please-”

“Fine, whatever. But only because It gives us the chance to annoy Stark.”

“Then I’ll be sure to make you scream loud enough for him to hear.”

"I’d like to see you try.”

Draga - Darling

Seksi- Sexy

Lepa - Beautiful

Neverjetno - Amazing

@josie605 @thesuperjacksonflash

anonymous asked:

Ahhhh, could we get some Valentine's day head canons(of any kind)? I love love love your blog omg

boss’ memo : what do you mean, “you’re writing these technically the day after valentines’ day”? shh, shh!

you say of any kind, so here–i give you,,, my general valentines’ day hcs! AKA: these characters have nearly nothing in common and their only common factor is that they all love you

  • so hercules likes to go out with The Squad for valentines’ day–’cause even if you interpret them as platonic, valentines’ day is a celebration of love in general!! (and he loves them lots!)
    • he insists on buying everyone chocolate / sweets of some kind,, he also made some homemade goods!
      • he goes the whole, “oh, uh, i made extra, y’know, and–” route when offering them to you,,
    • he happily holds your hand the entire time you’re all out !
    • he also lets you wear his beanie for the whole day!
      • big sign that he likes you! ‘cause his beanie was the first thing he knitted, ever, and it’s honestly a comfort item for him
    • lots of him sneaking (or, maybe not even sneaking) smooches from you–and he’s the type to make them exaggeratedly loud! he may even go, “mWAH” and just start laughing when you give him a look / grin!
    • also? it’s likely that he knitted you a matching beanie in your favorite color !
  • george (washington) is working, probably, unless you managed to somehow convince him to stay home, today
    • (i say this as if this is a difficult feat for you, but you could honestly look pleadingly in his general direction and he’d give himself a day off, no problem at all)
    • he’ll go out if you want to go out; but he spends a lot of time around stuffy people doing formal things that it’s a real big treat for him to just relax and watch movies with you at home!
    • he forgets it’s valentines day and remembers on the day before, and he becomes the embodiment of stress itself as he tries to find you the perfect gift but amazon doesn’t deliver that fast and none of the correct stores are open and everything is burning
      • he does end up getting you something, and it’s not that bad, ‘cause you can tell a lot of thought went into it!
      • george tries not to look grumpy when presenting the gift to you because it’s not exactly what he wanted to give you and he wanted it to be perfect,, but you’re still smiling, so he supposes that this is fine
  • you wake up to the smell of cookies!! ‘cause maria is trying to bake you some! she’s not a bad baker, and her favorite color is red, anyway, so she doesn’t mind being covered in red food coloring,,
    • she’s v sleepy but also super proud of herself for waking up earlier than you! and not only that, but she managed to have enough energy to try making something!!
      • (give your cute gf some smooches! she deserves ‘em!)
    • maria doesn’t really have lots of money, so she can’t often buy you things, but she makes up for it with the affection and genuine appreciation she has for you !
      • and if the thing you want is cheap enough, she’s willing to buy it for you just to see your eyes light up!!
    • she may or may not have written you a love letter,, (she’s a very good writer)
  • james (madison) forgets valentines day is a thing entirely–so he’s extremely embarrassed when he has to fess up to that in the morning,, he doesn’t have anything prepared because he was very busy but he loves you, he really does! it’s just that there’s so much going on and everyone’s fighting and you’re the only reason he makes it through meetings without jumping over the desk and getting physical–
    • and you, well, let him ramble, ‘cause he needs to get this out of his system, clearly,, he’s not much of a talker, normally!!
      • (he just feels Super Guilty oh my goodness)
    • so james does end up taking you on a date! it’s mostly a walk around the city, stopping and buying stuff on a whim!
      • (he buys your engagement ring when you’re not looking…)
    • he essentially spends the entire night making it up to you–and he knows that you aren’t really upset at him, but he doesn’t mind doing this either, so it’s all fine !
  • lafayette is texting you mspaint valentines day cards the entire day!
    • his best way of showing affection is through physical touch so you can expect him to give you lots of smooches, bein’ honest,, i don’t know if you’ll be getting out of bed before noon (provided you don’t have anything urgent to do that day other than him)
      • please cover up your neck before going about your day tomorrow,
    • similar to gwash, he’s content with making it a day in where the two of you relax and he cooks and you guys cuddle and watch tv together,,
      • this is, of course, unless you have something planned!! which he’ll happily go along with!
    • every ten minutes or so, he’ll just kinda blurt out something he noticed and adores about you (like a nerd)
    • i hope you’re ready to make homemade chocolates with him, ‘cause he sure is !
Happy Drunk - Leto!Joker x Reader

Hello! Here’s something I wrote up real quick about an idea I had last night about what it would be like if the Joker got drunk, but he was a happy drunk. And this is what happened! Hope you all like it. Enjoy! -J.xx

“J? J, where are you?” Y/N called as she wandered the halls of their current hideout. He hadn’t come up to bed yet, and it was already getting to be almost one in the morning.

Then she heard it. Just as she was passing the door to J’s office, the giggling reached her. What the hell…? What could he be going on about?

Stepping up to the door, she pressed her ear against the wood. She could hear the sound of his melodious giggling coming from inside. What was going on?

Y/N knocked on the door, and the giggling abruptly stopped. Taking this as an invitation to come inside - maybe a bad idea, but she was tired - and slowly pushed the door open and peeked in. She found her boyfriend sitting on the top of his desk with one of his many Batman cowls on, holding miniature version of himself and the Bat.

“The fuck…” she muttered before noticing that he had the liquor cart pulled next to the desk.

Oh God, he’s drunk.

Finally seeming to have noticed her presence in the room, J looked up from his… playing, and smiled brightly at her. “BABY!”

“Hey, J,” she said, walking over to the desk where he promptly grabbed her hair and pulled her into a kiss.

“What was that for?” she asked when he finally let go of her.

Shrugging, he turned back to his toys and said, “I dunno, felt like it. Can’t I kiss you just for the hell of it?”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, J. No, not at all,” Y/N smiled, making him giggle again.

Suddenly, the Joker jumped up and stood on his desk, screaming, “I AM THE NIGHT!”

Stifling a giggle, she grabbed onto his hand and tried pulling him back down, “It’s time to go to bed, sweetie.”

“BUT I’M NOT TIRED!” he whined, pulling his hand away from her and jumping off the desk, “GOTTA CATCH ME!”

Shaking her head and letting out a sigh, Y/N mumbled to herself, “If he’s going to be like that, I’m just going to go straight to bed.”

Y/N could hear his cries of joy as she walked back to their bedroom, the sound of things crashing and breaking her reaching her a few times. Sighing again, she heard footsteps running up behind her and watched as her boyfriend ran - more like stumbled - down to their room.

“FIND ME BABY!” he cried as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Y/N opened the door and immediately saw the totally unsuspicious lump on their bed. Giggling again, she paced around their room for a few moments before approaching the bed.

“I wonder where J could possibly be! The Great Joker is too good for me to find!” she laughed, hearing him giggle from underneath the covers.

Pulling the covers back, Y/N cried, “Found ya!”

Looking up at her with a completely innocent look on his face, he shook his head, “I’m not the Joker.”

“Well, then who are you?” she asked, raising a brow and setting a hand on her hip.

“I’m the… Not Joker.”

Oh yeah, so convincing, babe,” she said, smiling down at him, “But I’m sure the real Joker will be pretty mad to find that I’m about to get into bed with someone who wasn’t him.”

“But but.. I AM the real Joker!”

“You just said you were the Not Joker, sweetie.”


Well, it wouldn’t be the first time…

Reaching up for her, the Joker grabbed Y/N around her waist and pulled her down to him, snuggling into her chest and almost immediately falling asleep.

Valentine's Day Drabbles: Red Roses

Originally posted by strongerbloger

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Harry Potter

“Morning” you greeted your house mates with a yawn as you sat down at your house table. Hardly any of them had seemed to of heard you. Everyone was chatting away about… Valentine’s Day. You had almost forgotten. Not that it really matter since you didn’t have a significant other.

Sighing you grabbed a piece of toast from the middle of the table and began to nibble one it. What a cursed holiday. Of course you thought this because you didn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend to spend the day with or to shower you with gifts. This whole thing was just a reminder about how you were one of the few people in your year that wasn’t dating anyone yet.

The sound of wings pulled you out of your thoughts. The post, great… this is the part where everyone gets chocolates and flowers and you get a whole lot of nothing. Everything at first went just as you had suspected. Everyone around you started to have gifts drop in front of them. You were just about to leave because you couldn’t stand watching this anymore but to your great surprise just as you stood up and bunch of roses were dropped right in front of you. You felt several eyes on you and for a second you didn’t react.

“Who’s it from” a girl sitting next to you asked snapping you out of your daze. You checked the card that came with the flowers but all it said was.

From: your secret admirer

“I don’t know…” you finally replied in a small voice. What you didn’t know was this was only a start to a wild Valentine’s Day.

You couldn’t pay attention to a thing Professor Snape was saying. Your mind was on the flowers. Who could of sent those to you? You’ve never had a secret admirer before.

Out of nowhere a white dove landed on your desk. You jumped but no one seemed to notice the bird but you. Soon you realized it was made of paper and you unfolded it and revealed a message that was written upon the paper.

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after supper

You looked around to see if you could guess who sent you the message but no one was paying you any attention. You guessed you’d just have to wait and see.

After supper you practically pushed past several students so you could get the Astronomy Tower. You’ve hardly been able to think of anything but this moment all day.

No one was there when you arrived so you decided to just stare out into the sky. It was actually a nice evening. There was a slight chill in the air but other than that the sky was absolutely breath taking.

About ten minutes past than you heard foot steps. You heart skipped a beat but the person who you saw wasn’t at all who you had expected it to be.


He shot you that signature smirk of his.
“Did you like the roses”.

Part of you felt a bit uneasy about this. You weren’t a hundred percent sure this wasn’t some sort of joke.
“You sent them?”.

“Well obviously”.

It wasn’t like you and Malfoy had a great relationship. You couldn’t deny the fact that you thought he was handsome but he was the last person you would have guessed sent you flowers.

Draco sighed “well isn’t it obvious? I thought you would have caught on by now” he paused and studied your face. Taking in all your features.
“I’ve fancied you for a little while now. Thought this would be a good way to do it. Was it?”.

A slow smile crept across your face.
“Yes, yes it was. Thank you”.
With that you walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“But next time do leave your name so I know who the gist is from immediately”.

Draco smiled back “noted. Does this mean you’ll agree to a date?”.

“Oh a suppose Malfoy” you replied with a giggle.

It was only the next morning and somehow everyone had found out about you and Draco’s date. It seemed the best gossip at the moment and many people where asking you questions. You ignored most of them and told everyone they should just mind their own business.

Sitting down at your table you were shocked when an owl appeared and dropped to box of chocolates on your lap.

“I thought Valentine’s day was yesterday” someone snickered making you roll your eyes. Opening the card that was attached the box you couldn’t help but smile when you read the note.

From: Draco (see I remembered)