Shout out to all my aro/ace/lith buddies who feel alone on Valentine’s Day not because they’re single, but because no one else seems to want to be. Take this day as an opportunity to spread love to everyone, romantic or not. Never underestimate the power of platonic love. ♥
“I’ve never had a Valentine before.” Reid looks down at the completely childish card in his hands, covered in glitter. The glitter is falling all over his slacks and there’s already some flecks around his eyes since he’s rubbed his face. Morgan’s made it so that when he opens the card, an insanely large heart pops out that says ‘I love you.’
“Seems like I’ve been your first for a lot of things.” Morgan loves the look Reid has on his face, a dorky lovesick smile. He’s proud that he was the one that put it there.
“Awww, my beautiful chocolate god got boy wonder a handmade card for Valentines day?” Everyone is cooing and smiling at them from the otherside of the table, vocalizing it when Morgan presses a kiss to the top of Reid’s head.
“Alright, let’s get started.” Hotch appears and squeezes Garcia’s arm gently before seating himself. “Nice card, Reid. Don’t get glitter everywhere.”
“Too late,” Reid mumbles. He’s biting his lip and trying his best not to smile, and he doesn’t snap out of it until Rossi throws a crumpled piece of paper at his forehead.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Reid lets Morgan pull him in by his belt loops and he wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.
“I love it when you say that to me.” Reid noses into Morgan’s neck, pressing a soft kiss there.
“I know you do, gorgeous.” Morgan presses his hands against Reid’s lower back and laughs a little when he feels Reid’s tongue on his neck.
“Dinner was delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Anything for my boy genius.”
“When’s dessert?” Morgan pulls back a bit, confused because they’re already had a slice of red velvet cake, but when he sees the look in Reid’s eyes, he understands.
He kisses Reid, breathing him in, and he almost loses balance because he’s bent them back so far. Reid makes a noise in the back of his throat, slots his thigh between Morgan’s, and kisses him right back.
Morgan loves that.
“Now,” he says when he pulls back, breathing heavily. “We’re having dessert right now.”
Valentine’s Day Cards & Yellow Daisies | Beth & Daryl at the Prison
There were few things that people in the prison could be certain of; from everyone knowing most of your business, to almost always being over-heard, or the fact that Judith would inevitably cry when you were especially tired. Another of these known quantities was that if the prison was celebrating a holiday, Daryl Dixon would be in a shitty mood. They all knew it and had since the first one. Ever since they’d gotten to the prison and starting tracking the dates again, they’d started celebrating the holidays. At first it took some nudging, but people got more and more into it with each one they did. It should have been a relic of the past- in some ways, it was- and yet they needed it. It made them remember what it was like before, when the world was so comparatively simple that things like this could be celebrated. It made them remember family, and love.
And Daryl Dixon hated it. Apparently, anyway. Everyone knew it, everyone remarked on it and yet, as Beth noticed… no one bothered to ask him why. They saw him slink away, they noted how he hid in his cell or went hunting for the whole day, they joked about it to themselves as if it were something to be joked about and not something worrisome. As if it were just another silly Daryl Dixon thing. But no one asked him why. No one went after him, no one even seemed to wonder if maybe he didn’t want to be alone.