this is a valentines day card from me to you

anonymous asked:

do u ever get disappointed that the most popular HP ship is drarry? it's so bland to me. idk of others find it bland but i hope its not just me. like it's not a necessarily bad ship, it's just idk meh

is it the most popular HP ship?

I mean… I guess to me I find that disappointing because 1 - the author never intended it and 2 - despite the fact that the original writer never had that ship in mind, I feel like it IS the obvious choice and maybe SHOULD have been canon.

here’s why.

1. Ginny showed interest in Harry from day 1, and from day 1, Harry was like, ‘omg, this fan girl, plz quit sending me singing shit okay, I am not into it, I hate your cards and your gnomes on Valentine’s Day, also you are drowning in the butter dish’. 

…So that never felt naturally very canon to me.

However.

2. Draco Malfoy basically begs Harry to be his friend from day 1, in the most ‘I am cool shit’ kind of way. 

Super crush.

3. Malfoy continues to stalk Harry for like… ever.

It might be love.

4. The MOMENT Draco is disinterested in Harry (because he is like, preoccupied with trying to kill Dumbledore or whatever), Harry is suddenly OBSESSED with Malfoy. I know, it could be legit that Harry thought Draco was a Death Eater up to no good, but… there were more obvious things in Harry’s life that SHOULD have acquired his undevoted obsession before that which just… didn’t. Harry isn’t the brightest, but he does let his heart lead him in terms of obsessions, and by the way JK described it, it sounded like Harry spent more time staring at the Marauder’s map looking for Draco to show up than he did hanging out with Ginny, youknowwhatimean


…all that being said.

Yeah I think Drarry is kind of basic like where is the fractured soul crazy ‘I killed your parents because of a half-prophecy’ nonsense give me some of that complete and utterly fucked up shit

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~ Valentine Day Cards from The CarzyBoiz ~

sorry, i rushed it. and yeah i’m late i know, i’m bad at keeping updates..

also thank you for @martziplier98 for helping me out for making these cards (by figuring what they should be saying and all that) so yeah! go check their tumblr out and give em a support! :D

hope you like it! @markiplier @crankgameplays @tyler

RFA+Saeran and V Receive a Valentines Day Card from MC

Yoosung

  • “Well this cute butt of mine has kept you around for five years now,” he chuckled from the couch. 
  • “It’s really a powerful thing,” you agreed and relaxed into the cushions. 
  • He leaned in closer. “Isn’t there anything else you like about me?” 
  • “Hmm…like what?” you teased and pretended like you couldn’t think of anything else. 
  • An arm slipped around your waist and pulled you down roughly. 
  • Yoosung hovered over you with a flare of passion to his eyes as he looked down at your body. 
  • Your heart beat accelerated in excitement. 
  • His hand slowly wandered up and down the side of your frame.
  • “I could think of a few things…” his deep voice made you shiver. 
  • “Maybe a few things…” you swallowed. 
  • Because I am obsessed with older Yoosung 

Zen

  • You two were laying in bed when you handed him the envelope 
  • He sat up and hugged you to his chest with on arm 
  • When he read it his smile spread so wide he chuckled 
  • “We’re so perfect for each other!” 
  • You giggled as he started kissing you all over and dragged you both back down onto the bed

Jaehee

  • A small smile broke out
  • She looked up with an eyebrow raised at you
  • You held up a copy of the Promiscuous Jalapeno 
  • “I am willing to watch this, because I love you.” 
  • Jaehee’s smile only grew. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
  • You winked. “Maybe~”

Jumin

  • You held up a bottle of red wine
  • “I’ve got wine and I’m not wearing any underwear,” you stated in a seductive tone. 
  • His eyes widened for a second and you could see his excitement 
  • He put down the card and pulled you close
  • “A woman after my own heart,” he smirked. 
  • You bit your lip. “Happy Valentines Day.”  ❤ 

Saeyoung

  • “Happy Valentines Day!” you exclaim and hand him the card. 
  • He takes it, “Well well well, I bet it’s about my ravenous looks right?”  
  • He starts to read a loud, “Things I will never do: Give you up. Let you down. Run around…” he grew silent as the rest sunk in. 
  • He threw the card and started to walk away to the bedroom. “NO! NO! I REFUSE!” you heard him yell. 
  •  “I can’t believe you Rick rolled me on Valentines Day!!!” he shouted. 
  • You were laughing hysterically. 
  • “And they say I’m the sadist?” he exclaimed. 
  • You were leaning against the couch trying to catch your breath. 
  • He stomped out of the room and right up to you. 
  • Before you knew what was happening he picked you up. 
  • “There’s no way you’re getting away with this!” he said and locked the bedroom door behind you two. 
  • Aw, young love. 

Saeran

  • You smiled so proud of yourself as you handed him the card and a pen. 
  • He handed it back to you
  • He had written no with a box next to it and checked it
  • You frowned. “Saeran! That’s not how this works!” you pouted. 
  • He patted your head. “I know,” he smirked. 
  • But your pouting face was so sexy he couldn’t resist 
  • “I’ll make it up to you…” he stated as he bent down to capture your lips. 

V

  • Imagine the card like this but also in braille 
  • He would blush and love how considerate it was
  • “I love you V,” you held his face in your hands. “I’ll kiss you and tell you how much every time you doubt it.” 
  • He covered your hands with his and smiled. 
  • And looked down at you with his bright blue eyes. 
  • “Than I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replied.

BONUS: Vanderwood (by popular request) 

  • MC: *hopeful smile*   。◕‿◕。
  • Vanderwood: What is this?  ( ಠ_ಠ)
  • MC: A Valentines Day pun! \(^ω^\)
  • Vanderwood: Why? ( ಠ_ಠ)
  • MC: *making sad eyes like a seal* B-but, the bed.  \(◕︵◕\)
  • Vanderwood: Don’t you have work you need to do?   ┐(≖︿≖)
  • MC: *deflated* You’re right…  o(╥﹏╥)o
  • I’ll have to practice my Vanderwood writing…
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Happy (early) valentines day!

I did that thing, where you make the card stuffs. Rejected lines include “I’m pretty tired from running through your mind all day so how about you let me rest on your bed,” “Necrophilia hasn’t even been outlawed in most parts of the world,” and “I didn’t bother getting you anything other than a card since you’re going to die in a few decades anyways.”

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mianite valentines!! what better way to show someone you care with shitty cards from a dead fandom!! give em to your friends, tweet every single one to tom, heck even send one to me because god knows i’ll be alone on valentines day!!

i’m planning on making a couple more but we’ll see how the night goes

Jumin gets a card from Zen on Valentine's day
  • Jumin: Oh maybe this is a white flag, assistant kang can you read it to me please?
  • Jaehee: Alright... "Roses are red, violets are blu-" *jaehee snickers*
  • Jumin: What is so funny? This sounds heart felt.
  • Jaehee: I don't know if you're going to like it M-
  • Jumin: That will be up to me if I like it or not.
  • Jaehee: Ha... Okay. "Roses are red, violets are blue, I know I look great, what happened to you?"
  • Jumin: Call Luciel right now, I need him to enable a blocking feature on our app. I'm blocking zen.
RFA+Saeran & V Give Valentines Day Cards to MC

Yoosung

  • It’s basically him on a card
  • Inside he still writes “I LOVE YOU” in big letters 
  • “Yoosung we live together now…” 
  • Yoosung: *intense blush*
  • “Come here…” you give him a kiss. 
  • He’s so relieved he didn’t verbally babble again. 

Zen

  • Simple and to the point
  • There’s a map to the bedroom inside
  • When you walk in the room Zen’s naked on the bed with a red bow on his head
  • Zen: *wink*  (*^∀゜)

Jaehee

  • She’s new to the Valentines Day thing
  • She hands you a card, flowers, and chocolates
  • It’s simple but it still makes you blush
  • “What are you checking off?” you ask as she pulls out a clipboard. 
  • Jaehee puts it down and takes her clothes off. 
  • “Step 3 in the Valentines Day plan,” she states firmly. 
  • “Jaehee!!!”  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 

Jumin

Version 1:

  • Inside he writes “I love you kitten” in beautiful script
  • There is also a paw print in ink from Elizabeth the 3rd
  • “Oh my goodness Jumin! I love it, thank you!” 
  • You hug him tight. 
  • He feels accomplished and proud. 

Version 2

  • You hold the card up. “Who the hell is Katie???”
  • “Wait…that must be a printing error,” Jumin tries to explain. 

Saeyoung

Version 1

  • “Aw Saeyoung. This means so much.”
  • He grins proudly. 
  • “So you would even let me see it now?” (◕‿◕✿) 
  • “Right now?”  (⌐■.■)
  • “Yeah, sweety!”  (◕u◕✿)
  • “Sure…right after I use the bathroom” he sprints to his computer.  (⌐■_■)

Version 2

  • “Aw Saeyoung. This means so much.” 
  • “I know deep in my heart you would let me see yours too, right MC?”
  • You sweat nervously. “Mhm.” (ʘ‿ʘ)
  • Right?” (¬_¬)
  • *Shady side eyes* “I’ll be right back.” You run to your computer. 

Saeran

  • This is not his kind of Holiday
  • He’s super awkward but this poor thing is trying really hard
  • He couldn’t find a card that didn’t make him cringe 
  • You smile sweetly and hug him. “I love you too!” 
  • “That’s not what that says…” 
  • “I know, but it means more that you’re trying.”
  • He grimaces but hugs you back. 
  • He’s happy your satisfied but more than anything he could cry knowing how much you accept him. 

  • Everyone thinks he’s too sweet for his own good
  • But his game is slick
  • You were not expecting this. 
  • Your looking around the house and you find him naked in the bathtub with some slow jazz playing. 
  • There’s romantic lighting from candles and rose petals scattered about. 
  • “V…” you’re at a loss for words. 
  • “They say when you lose one sense your other senses are heightened. Let’s put it to the test shall we?” 
  • You smooth blind motherf*cker. 

BONUS: Vanderwood 

somewhere, in a Galaxy far, far away...

Hux: Ren, this just came for you *hands over card* 

Ren: Why didn’t you throw it away? *rolls eyes*

Hux: It’s yours. You throw it away. I am not your secretary! 

Ren: Okay, so you gave it to me, good job! Get the fuck out.

*Hux leaves*

Ren: *mumbles* this for sure is from Snoke… but why? It isn’t my Life-Day!

Ren: *opens card* 

Ren:

Originally posted by reylo-musings

Ren: what in the world… *starts searching archives, sends card to labor to tell if her DNA is on the card*

Ren: so… this is… “Valentines Day”… send gifts, cards or flowers to person you love. Reys DNA was on the card! she at least must’ve touched it at some point. Maybe it really was from her… for me *adds card to his sulk-shrine*

Ren: Rey likes me… by the maker! She likes me! I must show her that I like her back! 

Ren: *doesn’t know what to write*…who is a slimy little subject, always knowing what to say to please others?

Ren: Hux, can you hel-

Hux: How did you get into my quarters?! Get out or I am calling the security guards!

Ren: fine. I am eloquent and literate. I’ll find the right words.


Somewhere else, a few hours later:

Poe: Hey! Rey… this… came for you. By express. *hands over card*

Rey: Oh, thank you! 

Poe: *walks away*

Rey: Oh! It’s from Kylo! *checks if is alone*

Rey: *opens card*

Rey: 

Originally posted by iheartdaisyridley

Rey: I don’t know what I expected…

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Hurhur…Happy Valentine’s day from me to you! (Have some punny cards with your favorite first order guys ;v;!)

A big thank you to @white-rainbowff for helping me writing all those wonderful puns :D! (I couldn’t have done it with you ;3;!!)

Edit: Mitaka’s card had a spelling error…i just bring shame to my family!! I like double and triple checked…god damnnn…;A;!!!!

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I used the special affects tool too liberally. But hey, at least you get some shiny skeles!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! My one tru love (besides UF!Paps and KurasumaSin) is YOU GUYS!! <3 I love you!

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anonymous asked:

i love your blog so much! Thank you for coming out with such amazing prompts!~ Was wondering, since valentines day is coming, could i have some prompts for the lovely date? Thank you so much xoxo

Thank you so much for you kind words!!! They really mean a lot to me!!!! <3

Of course you can!!!

1. “I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids, but I’ve always been scared to say anything. This year, I impulsively bought you a Valentine’s Day present, but now, I can’t work up the courage to give it to you.”

2. “I absolutely hate chocolate, but I always get several boxes from relatives on Valentine’s Day, and I give them to you, since you love them so much, and you bring me non-chocolate candy in return.”

3. “We always give each other goofy Valentines, with puns or insults on the cards, but this year, you got me a super-sweet, touching card, and I still got you a rude/funny one. I’m panicking a little.”

4. “I bought you chocolate, flowers, and a stuffed teddy bear covered in hearts, and you still don’t understand that I’m interested in you. HOW?”

5. “We’re coworkers, and I left a Valentine on your desk, but I was so nervous, i forgot to sign it. Now I need to figure out a way to tell you who it’s from.”

6. “I had all these plans for a perfect Valentine’s Day proposal, but the waiter put the ring on the wrong tray, so now someone at the next table over is squealing with excitement, while their S/O looks on in horror, and I have no idea how to fix this.”

7. (To go with above.) “There’s a ring in your food, and I definitely didn’t put it there, but you’re so excited, I’m not sure if I have the heart to tell you or not.”

8. “You’re a thief, and I’m the cop who’s always trying to catch you. You somehow got into the station and left a Valentine on my desk, and I probably shouldn’t be as impressed as I am.”

9. “I bought a single red rose for Valentine’s Day, but it looks like you cleared out the florist’s shop.”

10. “When we were in Kindergarten, you gave me a Ring Pop on Valentine’s Day, and said it made us married. This year, I’m giving you a real one.”

11. “You asked me to help you put together a care package for your Valentine, and even though it broke my heart, I did. But now you’re giving it to me?”

12. “You’re the cheesiest person I’ve ever met, and I love that about you, but if you actually get up and serenade me for Valentine’s Day, I may throw something.”

13. “I know you aren’t big on sappy romantic gestures, and I’ve accepted that, so I wasn’t expecting much on Valentine’s Day, but you showed up with a huge box of chocolates and a singing card. Do you have a fever or something?”

14. “Every year, on Valentine’s Day, you ask me if I want a kiss, then give me a Hershey’s before I can answer. This year, I’m getting a real kiss.”


Hopefully, you enjoy these! I tried to go as sappy as possible! :D

Letter

It’s Valentines day and I’m forever alone so I’m writing super fluffy things and one heartbreak because I'm evil


Another owl lands in front of you holding a red envelope. You offer the bird a treat and take the envelope. This was the 5th one today, apparently, boys thought you were quite a catch and kept sending you Valentine’s day cards. You only had sights on one boy, who was head over heals for another girl. You could sense the cliche. 

“Oo! Another one huh y/n” your friend teases. 

You roll your eyes and tear open the envelope. A smoke unicorn hops out of the envelope and prances around. You stare in awe as it leaves a trail of pink smoke. It stops in front of you and bows before disappears in a puff of smoke and leaves a small card that smells of Cinnamon. You pick up the card and look at it. The border is a shimmery gold and the writing is messy but a cute messy 

Your heart is so golden that a Niffler would paw at your heart

Seeing you makes my stomach flutter like I have a million Billywigs inside

I get so nervous around you I wish I could turn invisible like a Demiguise 

You’re more magnificent than a Thunderbird 

I would be honored if you would meet me outside of Honeydukes this Valentines. 

“Who was that from?” you friend asks. You look all over the card but couldn't find a name. 

“I don’t know” you reply. 

Names crossed your mind as you were trying to figure out who sent the letter. A certain animal lover with floppy hair and shy demeanor crossed your mind but you shook it away, he probably liked someone else. 

“Are you going to go?” They ask. 

“Yeah, I think I will.” 

You spent the rest of the day wondering who sent the letter to you. You walked into potions and sit down. 

“Okay class, since its almost valentines day. I thought we could brew Amortentia” your professor says. 

“Does anyone know what Amortentia is?” your professor asks. 

A boy in the back raises his hand, “Amortentia is the world’s strongest love potion. It smells like what the person loves most”. 

“Fantastic, 10 points to Hufflepuff” they say. They write down the intricate steps on the board. 

“Once you successfully finish and I check it off, you will write down what you smell. It will be confidential, Please begin.” 

You turn to your partner and see they’re deep in conversation with a boy. You roll your eyes and get up to grab the ingredients.  You grabbed some rose thorns and powdered moonstone. You were searching for peppermint when someone tapped your shoulder. You turned and see Newt Scamander standing behind you holding out the last ingredient you needed. 

“Um, Thanks Newt” you say taking the leaves. 

“No problem, I saw you were looking for some and I had extra so” he explains.

You both awkwardly stand in silence before Newt breaks the silence. 

“I better get back to my potion. You know, before my partner blows up the cauldron. Again.” Newt says. 

You giggle at the memory of his partner blowing his eyebrows off. Newt turns and his eyes widen. 

“WAIT DARVIN THATS THE WRONG INGREDIENT!” Newt yells as he scrambles over to Darvin before he could ruin the potion. 

A small smile appears as you watch Newt focus on his potion. He looked up at you and you averted your eyes. You walked back to your desk and started the potion. 

“Well done Y/n, Now, write down what you smell and turn it in.” Your professor tells you. 

You nod and pull out some parchment. You leaned over your potion. Cinnamon, lavender, freshly cut wood and something else you couldn’t figure out. You wrote down what you smelled and stood up to turn in your potion and your paper. 

“Ah Y/n, I need your help. Can you please organize these papers by alphabetical order, please” Your professor orders. 

You pick up the papers and go through them. You tried only looking at the names but when you came across Newt’s, it was hard to resist. You looked down and saw what he wrote. 

“Rain, freshly baked cookies, and perfume” you murmur quietly. 

Perfume? Your heart sank a little, you didn’t really wear perfume. Only on special occasions so he must have smelled someone else’s perfume. You finished organizing the papers and left. 

You flopped down on your bed and pulled out the little card you got this morning. You smiled at the words. You decided to meet up with this mystery man tomorrow. You fell asleep with the card still clutched in your hand. You failed to notice that the handwriting on the card was similar to writing you saw earlier today. 

You stood outside honeydukes fidgeting with your hands. They didn’t give you a specific time, what if we miss each other? What if this was all a joke? Maybe one of your friends was messing with you. You felt the stares from couples walking past you. You felt awkward so you went into Honeydukes. 

You walked around and hid in a corner. You felt silly waiting for someone you weren’t even sure was coming. You bought some chocolate frogs so the lady wouldn’t think it was weird you were just standing in the store for so long. You walked out and started heading back to the castle. 

“Y/N! Wait!” You turned around and saw a very flustered Newt. 

“I’m sorry I was late, er well, I’m sorry I didn’t put a time on the card. You see i was so focused on actually getting myself to write a letter to you that I forgot to put important details” Newt explains in a rushed voice. 

“You sent the note? With the smoke unicorn?” you ask. 

You were skeptical, there is no way your crush could have sent that. Way to cliche. 

“Why yes I did. D-did you not like?” He asks, his face falling a bit. 

“No No, I adored it! It was so beautiful. How did you manage to conjure something like that?” you ask. 

Newt smiles and pulls out his wand. His face changes to his look of concentration and he drew a small unicorn. It pranced around and disappeared. 

“I asked Flintwood to teach me. I saw all those other guys ask you and I felt like I needed to do something special” Newt admits. 

“You didn’t have to do anything special Newt. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I mean your so smart and cute and a little awkward and you know so much about animals,” you say. You notice Newt staring at you. 

“Sorry, that must sound really creepy” you say looking at the ground. 

“Do you really think that about me?” Newt asks, almost afraid of your answer. 

You look back up and nod your head, “Of course I do. You are something extraordinary Mr. Scamander” you say. 

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Newt exclaims. 

He sticks his wand in his mouth and rummages through his bag. He tried speaking but it was muffled by the wand. He pulls out a little journal with a bow on it. 

“Mrf-hrfe bhm” Newt tries to say. 

“Newt, wand” you remind him. He takes his wand out of his mouth and sticks it behind his ear. 

“I was trying to say, I would have wrapped it but I learned I am quite horrible at wrapping” He explains. you open up the journal and notice there are moving creatures on every page. 

“Newt this is amazing. I didn’t get you anything. Oh I feel horrible now” you say.

“It’s okay, I wanted to get you it and you don’t have to get me anything” Newt says. 

“Well thank you so much Newt” you lean and kiss his cheek. His blush returns and he starts fidgeting again. 

“I have some chocolate frogs, here” you say handing him one. 

“Thank you y/n, I’ll cherish it forever” Newt jokes 

“Care to accompany me to the three broomsticks?” you ask. 

“I would love to” he replies. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. 

“Would you ever like to be on a chocolate frog?” you ask randomly. 

“It would certainly be an achievement, but what could i do that would deem me worthy of such a thing?” Newt asks. 

“Oh, i’m sure you’ll do something amazing Newt,” you say “Maybe it will have to do with Beasts” you suggest. 

“Ah yes, I see it now, Small boy on chocolate frog card for helping magical creatures” Newt says rather dramatically. You let out a laugh that makes Newt smile more. 

“That perfume, you’ve worn it before right?” Newt asks. 

“I wore it the first day of school, I think” you reply, “Why?” 

“No reason” Newt says. 

You shrug it off and put your head on Newts shoulder. You breathed in his coat smell and almost tripped when you recognized the smell. You smiled to yourself and held Newts hand a little tighter. 


FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF OMFG. I am. *sings off key* Forever alone. Happy Valentines y’all Hope someone treats you like Newt Scamander would. 

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I MADE SOME LAST MINUTE AWFUL AND CHEESY VALENTINE CARDS OHSHC VERsION.A TELL ME GUYS WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK


I’m sorry about Mori’s one though. damn my editing skill ughh.

HAPPY VALENTINE DAY FROM OURAN-HIGH-HOST-CLUB-IMAGINES!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Okay, so I wanted to talk about this real quick. Right here we see Maggie lick the corner of her lip. This is VERY important to her character and her development. Licking the corner of your lip is a coping mechanism to relieve tension, and why Maggie did this is very telling in the moment. Further into the episode we learn that Maggie was outed and kicked out by her dad. She had written a letter to a girl she liked and in turn the girl had outed her by giving that card to her parents, and so essentially Valentines Day cards had been a huge reason she was outed.
In the beginning of the scene Alex receives a Valentine  s Day card from her mom, and Maggie immediately asks, “ What’s that?” She can obviously tell it is a card of some sort but shows a huge vested interest in what it is right away, knowing that it is Valentines Day. She then goes on to say, “ I always wondered who bought those, let me see this.” and proceeds to grab the card from Alex’s hands. Maggie stating this goes to show that she had not received a Valentines Day card from anyone in her life.
Furthermore, Maggie goes on to read what the card has to say. She reads, “Daughter thank you for being who you are, you will always  be my star.” Maggie never got to experience this before. Her dad kicked her out of his house when she was only 14 years old. She never got to understand what it feels like to have a parents support when she got outed. Her body language and how she reacts reveals a whole lot more though.
When she finishes reading the card the first reaction is to roll her eyes. This is very good portrayal of the character. Maggie isn’t the one to talk about her feeling or even initiate talking about them in the first place She is used to having to push her feelings down and not talk about them, and having to disregard her feelings  as important nonetheless. Then, she goes on to laugh about the card to suppress her feelings even more and try to hide the fact that it reminds her of her past experiences and causes her to be anxious and tense.
One reason why she is anxious is because she is being reminded of how she was outed and how she had lied to Alex to make her coming out experience better. She doesn’t want to initiate that conversation with Alex, so instead she licks the side of her lip. THIS IS SO VERY IMPORTANT!!! This is a very self comforting signal to control the tension and anxiety It is proven that people will touch or lick the lips to remove inner tension, and so since touching her lips would give it away she opts for licking her lip, and since the tension was so great she had to let it escape through that. This is showing that Maggie is doing everything in her power to contain her feelings and not tell Alex quite yet.  
Lastly, I want to point out that when she hands back the card she avoids eye contact and goes back to looking at the paper in front of her and takes and brings her left legs up to her chest. Maggie bringing her leg back up to her chest and signify comfort She brings her foot up to show comfort by having her leg be close as possible to her chest to comfort her and build a direct wall between her and Alex, it can also be Maggie returning to how she was sitting before she had seen the card, but that can be up to your interpretation.
Anyways, that was my dissection of that scene and I hope you can all agree with me on the many points I have made that Maggie’s was trying to hide her true feelings from Alex in that scene through subtle body language such as licking the edge of her lips.

THE CASE OF THE NOT SO SECRET VALENTINE- Johnlock fic

February 19th, 2019

Haven’t written in my blog for a while but I felt like now was a good time to start it up again. You see, the strangest thing happened to me.I received a Valentine’s card in the post six days ago. A Valentine’s card from my three year old daughter. A Valentine’s card in a red envelope. It had little love heart stickers dotted all over it and pink glitter spelling out my name.Now Rosie’s pretty smart ( for a three year old). Even Sherlock thinks she has masses of potential. He tells me that all the time. However, she still hasn’t mastered the art of formally posting a letter. She also doesn’t usually address me as John. Someone therefore had to have helped her to make and post the Valentine’s card in question. The list of suspects for me to choose from was very limited.

Mrs Hudson
Molly
Greg
Sherlock

The Pope
The Queen
Mycroft…

This is the order I questioned them in. Just joking….I never bothered asking Mycroft.

Every one of the real suspects provided good reasons/alibis as to why it wasn’t them. All except one.

Can you guess which one?

When I got round to questioning suspect number four, he ( like the rest of them) was adamant that it simply wasn’t him. He casually suggested that it must have been ‘Hudders’ and she’d just forgotten in her old age. Well, he actually blamed something else entirely but I don’t want to repeat that here! Let’s just say he blamed her pressure point and leave it at that! Anyway, after Sherlock started frantically finger pointing in everyone else’s direction, I knew for definite that it was him.So I lied to him.I lied to the worlds only consulting detective and he fell for it hook, line and sinker. I told him that I had Greg (Lestrade) run the card for fingerprints. His face! His actual face when I said that! He actually asked me if Rosie’s finger prints were in the police system! When I started laughing he didn’t join in. He was being serious.

When I think about it, I don’t know why I asked the others first. It should have been obvious who helped Rosie from the moment the postman handed me the card. Sherlock’s always doing arts and crafts with her. He secretly loves glitter. Mrs Hudson is forever moaning about the amounts of glitter being sucked up into the good Hoover. Sometimes I’ll get in after a long hard shift at the surgery and when I enter Baker Street, there they are, my daughter and the ‘mad man’, lying there on the sofa, sprawled out, their exhausted sleeping faces caked in all the sparkling colours of the rainbow.

The last time Rosie and Sherlock had the paints out, Mycroft had shown up unexpectedly. Rosie accidentally tipped a red paint pot over his fancy shoes and Sherlock gave her a biscuit as a reward. When Rosie toddled over to Mycroft with the splatter painting she had made and offered it to him ( her version of a sincere apology) Sherlock just glared at him until Mycroft reluctantly accepted it. Sherlock took his hesitation as a personal insult to my daughter’s artistic abilities. God help Rosie’s future teachers! I could only laugh as Sherlock demanded that his brother leave, whilst mumbling something under his breath about the painting being better than some of the pretentious rubbish Mycroft had on his walls at home. Funny because it’s actually true!

Anyway, you might still be wondering what happened after my finger print lie forced a confession from Sherlock.He was affronted about the whole situation obviously. Couldn’t look me in the eye. I was (admittedly) being quite wicked about the whole thing.I really enjoyed making him squirm. However, as he gradually became more uncomfortable, I almost felt bad…almost…

I asked him why he had written John on the front of the card. He looked at me with utter confusion before stating that it was in actual fact my name and what else would he possibly have put.When I reminded him that Rosie’s name for me is dad, he looked even more affronted.When I questioned him on his use of pink glitter he became incredulous.These were his actual words…direct quote……

“Really, John! Can you give your daughter no credit for this situation? It was the colour she chose when I asked her to pick one for you. She also helped me sprinkle it. If you don’t believe me then have Gavin dust the glitter tube for fingerprints.Surely, as my willing accomplice, Rosie must take her share of the blame in this!I don’t know why this has grown into such a big issue.Why this card annoys you so much. It was meant to make you smile. You have been so sad recently and I concluded it was because you missed having companionship in your life, as you stopped dating after Mary and it’s been three years.I researched this extensively before deciding on the best course of action.A card on an occasion like this, from ones child, is meant to make the recipient feel valued, appreciated and loved.It is not meant to make them launch a full scale inquiry!Does it disturb you because I made an error and wrote John?I’m sorry for the Freudian slip but perhaps I was trying to remind you that Rosie is not the only person left on this earth that deeply loves and values you.”

Amazing that he can remember what he says word for word really,otherwise I couldn’t have put this in the blog. I was too busy having a complete moment of clarity/internal crisis , to pay full attention to what he was saying.There he was, standing there pleading his case like an accused would to the jury, and all I could think about was that he had just admitted how much he loved and valued me.

It worried me that he actually thought I was viewing the whole situation negatively. He couldn’t see how absolutely moved I was that he’d taken the time to help my daughter do something like that for me. Nobody else had even thought of doing that. For all of their goodness, friendship and humanity, not one of my other friends realised that I was getting to a point were I actually needed to be reminded that I was loved. Not one person except Sherlock Holmes understood that.

Sherlock was standing there giving his big drama queen spiel and all I could think about, was if he knew exactly how much he was loved and valued. Did he know that everything he had done ( particularly in the last three years) was appreciated. The man who stayed up all night and shot holes in the wall, was now ( mostly) going to bed at reasonable hours so he could get up and give Rosie her breakfast in the morning if I had to work a nightshift. The man who had eyeballs in his fridge and forensic slides everywhere, suddenly had spaces full of stuffed toys in his living room and he had willingly put them there.The man who would spend hours on his science of deduction website was now cutting it short to watch YouTube videos about sewing, cooking and how to do braiding, buns and French plaits.I suddenly, in that moment, needed him to know how much he was appreciated for all of that. The only problem with that plan was that there was no time to find the pink glitter and Rosie was down for her afternoon nap. So I had to improvise. I had been moving steadily closer to him during his rant and was mere inches from him when insanity finally took over.

I kissed him.

My lips merged with his, my arms wrapped around his back and I clung on for dear life, fearing that this would be the one and only time I would be permitted to completely open myself up and to show this man exactly what he meant to me. To show him the depth of feeling that he could stir in me at the most unexpected of moments.

As the lustful haze from my wreck less decision cleared, and just before the guilt of my actions began to form, I fully expected to be pushed away and reprimanded for selfishly violating him and his trust.I expected to be looked at indifferently and told in no uncertain terms that he was still married to his work. I did not expect his hands to find their way to my neck, or his tongue to be the one to push itself into my mouth. I imagined the noises from him to be protests rather than the guttural and raw moans of my name filling my ears in bursts of pink glitter. I never expected his body to be completely receptive to my touch and willing to press itself so intimately and tightly against my own. I expected it to be over in 30 seconds, not reaching well over five minutes of nervous fumbling and slow caresses.

When we finally did manage to prise ourselves apart, the room was filled with stunned silence. Neither of us had saw this coming. We spent a good five mins just catching our breaths and staring at one another, trying to work out how we had ended up at this point. It was Sherlock who broke the silence first. He started laughing.He was laughing the way he had done in our very first night together. It felt surreal.It wasn’t the time for laughing, not really.We were the dearest of friends. Our lives together and what we did with them mattered to a great many people. We had just decided to gamble with those lives and things weren’t ever going to be the same again. How could they be? No matter how much we would try and convince ourselves, we had just drew a very final line under the last ten years. What happened from now on would be a new beginning. It had to be. I didn’t feel like laughing was the appropriate response to that. Confusion and being scared shitless was the appropriate response to that. However, Sherlock’s laughter filled the room around us.It was infectious.I began to laugh as well.It was ridiculous.We should have been talking.We should have been working through what just happened.Instead we were standing in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street laughing our heads off.We had nearly ripped the clothes from each other’s backs, that how passionate we had gotten only ten mins before, and now we were standing at a distance with our laughs mingling in the air between us.

We didn’t have the talk that night.

Mrs Hudson appeared to tell us that Lestrade had tried to phone several times but there was no answer. That’s when the laughing quickly stopped. The game was on. We could never discuss this whilst the game was on.

Two days later and the case was solved.We still hadn’t talked about what happened in our kitchen.I went straight to the clinic after we left the crime scene and Sherlock agreed to go home and see to Rosie.It was a further 16 hours before I entered Baker Street again.

A similar and comforting sight met me when I emerged from the entrance of the flat into the living room.There was Sherlock lying sprawled on the couch, cradling Rosie in his arms.Face full of glitter.Faint scratch on his neck from were I had clawed a bit too possessively two nights before. The scene felt normal and abnormal all at the same time.

I made my way into the kitchen and was met with a tea tray of biscuits, a vase with a single red rose and a red envelope with dad/John written on it.Intrigued, I opened it and this is what was inside…

Dear Dad,

Sherlock helped me to make the last card because he felt that it was very important that you know how much I love and appreciate you. I think that you are the most wonderful father and that you have a very fetching name.Thats why I asked him to help me sprinkle it in pink glitter on the card.
However, this card is not from me. I am just helping Sherlock write it because he’s useless with feelings. After discussing it with him, I’ve come to the conclusion that he is completely in love with you. Has been for years.He was just too scared to admit it to himself up until now.He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time. He knows this changes everything and he’s glad of it.Quite frankly ( if you want my opinion and Hudders opinion regarding this situation) you’ve been living with one another for years anyway, so you both might as well get some sex from this situation. What do you say?

Love Rosie x

P.s if you agree to this then come into the living room and wake Sherlock up with a kiss.

I started laughing again.I started laughing again and then I kissed him.

Why have I bothered to tell you all this? It’s not a real case after all.So why have I chosen this very intimate story about our lives together, to be the first thing I’ve blogged about for years? Well, It’s because I think it’s about time that the world knew the secret that’s been kept for a very long time. The Secret of Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes is so much more than the legend that’s been built up around him by myself and the media.The Valentine’s story is a symbol of who he really is.The heart as well as the brain. Not a freak, not a sociopath. Sherlock Holmes is the man who commands the whole of Scotland Yard one moment and then covers himself in pink glitter the next, all because my daughter demands it. Sherlock Holmes is the man who prides himself on being the smartest person in the room, but will mortify himself at the drop of a hat, all to show me that I am loved.

That’s who he really is.

I am so grateful that is who he really is.

I love him because that is who he really is.

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“What do you think?

Sherlock had been perched on the seat next to John the whole time he was reading his blogger’s newest creation. The only indication of how affected he was came from the roughness of his voice when he finally decided to reply.

“Thank you John.Thank you.Though always remember that I would be nothing without my blogger.”

Sherlock bent down and kissed John on the head before deciding to speak again.

“You know you can’t actually post it though, don’t you.”

John shut the laptop over and sat it next to them on the couch.He turned to Sherlock and worryingly pulled the younger man’s hand into his own.

“Why not?”

Sherlock began to slowly run his fingers up and down John’s wrist as he traced circles on his skin.It reminded him of all the times previously that their hands had touched.In friendship, tragedy, anger and love. He was eventually pulled out of his thoughts by the soldier who was nervously licking his lips whilst impatiently staring at him.

“Mary was right, John .Who we really are, doesn’t matter. Not to them.Not to the ones outside Baker Street that read about our cases and sit in our client’s chairs.The only people it matters to are us, our friends and our Rosie.What you have just written is truly wonderful to me but …”

“it’s private…”

“Yes, John…”

“Okay, Sherlock. Okay.I won’t publish it.”

John lifted his laptop, opened the tab and began typing a sentence before clicking a button on the computer that allowed the draft copy of his blog to start printing. It was now Sherlock’s turn to wait patiently for John to explain what he was doing.

“Before I delete it from existence, I’m firstly going to print it out, frame it and put it in our bedroom. For our eyes only.It’s my valentine’s gift to you.”

Sherlock excitedly pulled the paper from the printer and couldn’t help but notice an obvious change to the piece that he had read only moments before.

“You changed the title, John”

“Yes. Seemed more fitting.”

“The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes.That might be your best case title yet, John!”

John grabbed Sherlock by the hand and began leading him towards their bedroom.

“Let’s go pick a spot for this.”

“Could take a while, Doctor Watson.There are a few positions I would like to test out

‘Oh,believe me, I’m counting on that, Mr.Holmes.”

HAPPY EARLY VALENTINE’S DAY, JOHNLOCKERS! Don’t stop believing!
Valentine's Day Starters:
  • “Will you be my Valentine?" 
  • "Happy Valentine’s Day!”
  • “Who’s it from? Your secret admirer?" 
  • "These came for you, shall I put them in water?" 
  • "I’ve never had a Valentines" 
  • "I’m your secret admirer" 
  • "Did you like the flowers?" 
  • "Surprise! It was me!" 
  • "Secret admirers weird me out. They’re like legal stalkers." 
  • "How many cards did you get this year?" 
  • "Did he ask you out?" 
  • "Did she ask you out?" 
  • "I don’t like chocolates." 
  • "I’m allergic to flowers." 
  • "If I see another loved up couple, I’m going to throw a rock at them."