valentines day sort of

Hanzo you are so funny. >_> 

Anyways, everyone’s drawing Jesse being all sweet and romantic but I’d like to counter your adorable romantic McCree’s with my own headcanon a McCree who hates all holidays – especially christmas and valentine’s day. 

“ Y’see I never had a family, and well I didn’t think I’d live love enough to share my life with anyone… Funny how things work out eh?” 

Also I’ve had this colour palette in my folder forever and I just named it “ hopelessly “ how tragic and yet sweet..? :/ 

Happy Valentine's Day!❤️ Wishing you all a lovely day aaand I hope y'all enjoy these hotass gifs😏

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Writing and Burgers, Reflecting and Milkshakes

This is my first time writing for the Riverdale fandom. It’s very short and small, and it only hints at Bughead, but it was fun to write.


Betty just wants to have some time for herself. So, she decides to treat herself to a chocolate milkshake at Pop’s.

When she gets there, Pop’s smiles at her. “What’ll be today, Betty?”

“A chocolate milkshake, thank you.” Betty tells him, walking to the counter and about to make small talk when she sees Jughead there, typing away in his computer like always. 

For a moment she’s torn, because she wanted to have some alone time, but she liked talking to Jughead. Jughead looking up and meeting her eyes makes up her mind for her.

“Hey, Jughead.” She gives him a tentative smile as she reaches his booth.

“Hey, Betty.” He looks behind her and finding no one asks. “You waiting for anyone?”

“Nope. I just came for a milkshake.”

“Want to sit down? I can’t promise small talk, but you can sit if you want.” Jughead gives her half a smirk, and she accepts his invitation.

Betty relaxes in her seat, playing with her phone and giving Jughead his peace and quiet.

“So, what’s up?” Jughead asks.

“Sorry, what?” Betty looks at him confused.

“Was there anything you wanted to talk about?” Jughead asks, and Betty gives him a confused look. “Archie always talks to me, I think I became the voice of reason for the group.”

“The voice of reason? You’re giving yourself too much credit.” Betty teases.

“My point is, if you want to talk it’s fine.”

“While you’re typing? Won’t that be distracting?” Betty asks, because there’s multitasking and then there’s this.

“I can do both.” Jughead assures her.

“That is impressive, but there’s nothing to talk about.” Betty is the one to assure him and when Jughead doesn’t seem convinced, Betty smiles at him. “Seriously, nothing’s wrong. I like to just sit and reflect.”

“So you really just came here to have a chocolate milkshake?” Jughead asks sounding a bit dubious.

“Yes, you always come here to write.” Betty shrugs. “Same difference.”

“I also come here for the burgers.”

“Writing and burgers, reflecting and milkshakes it doesn’t sound very different to me.”

Jughead chuckles. “Alright, then carry on.” 

Betty doesn’t notice until a month later that sitting with Jughead in what started as quiet companionship became an almost daily routine, and worst of all, now Betty does ask for his advice. Jughead always tries to hide his smirk when Betty finally gives in, but she sees it. It’s both the cutest and most infuriating thing to happen to her.

Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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anonymous asked:

Nobody knows how the fae found out about April Fools Day, but now it's a thing and it is TERRIFYING. Not because the fae will prank students, but because this is the one day the fae will permit students to prank them. Worse, they expect it. They are delighted to be singled out for a particularly clever and amusing joke - as long as the joke is worthy of their dignity. It's a knife edge: don't be dull, don't go too far, but - above all else - don't be TOO clever.

YES ABSOLUTELY

There are some examples of cross-cultural exchange that have actually gone over really well - for example, the wild celebrations on certain lunar events, which are probably some of the most fun you’ve had in your life if you’re brave enough to go (and those who aren’t throw their own parties inside, even if they don’t join the revels - it becomes a holiday of a sorts) and Valentines Day, in particular the bit about flattery and giving gifts.

April Fools Day, however … mayyyyyybe should have been kept to the students

A sort of peace offering for my Valentines Day shenanigans, here’s alllllll the Tadashi’s I drew for my v-day cards. They were super fun to draw–I literally have a page full of little Tadashi’s in my sketchbook thanks to these :) I intended for these to be stickers, so I printed them on sticker paper and cut them out and gave them to my friends alongside their matching Valentines Day card XD Buuut I like these on their own so I thought I’d share :) <3

So from what I’ve heard in Japan they celebrate valentines day in 2 days, the first is valentines day in which traditionally girls give guys chocolate as a sort of a love confesion (but also to their friends and family they give not so fancy chocolate). Then on white day one month after the guys give the girls they like back some sort of gift. 

I cant help but wonder who gave Shuu thoses chocolates? :3

I guess in an LGBT context this doesn’t make much sense

but those chocolates are fancy as fu*k

*goes off to buy chocolate and devour it*

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Valentines Fever [Tim Drake x Reader]

A/N: Tim! I wanted to make my Valentines Day story a bit more special, so I decided to make it my first Tim x Reader on my blog! I hope it’s enjoyed! Happy Valentines Day lovelies!

Tim’s sleep schedule ends up effecting your Valentines plans.

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Valentines day the most romantic time of the year. Chocolate, flowers, pink and red everywhere. Couples had reservations at their favorite restaurants and venues. Singles were waiting for the following day to buy the half priced chocolate, or at least that’s what you did when you were single. Hell you still do it, who could beat half priced chocolate?

Though you were anything but single this Valentines Day. Knowing Tim had made some sort of expensive reservation and was planning things all Valentines Eve. He never even came to bed that night, being able to hear his typing in the other room. Not knowing if it was for the plans he made or something for Bruce.

You couldn’t help but worry, constantly nagging him about his lack of sleep and how he was going to get sick. Always waving you off commenting that he ‘doesn’t get sick.’ Rolling your eyes every time. This time being no different.

“Tim you’re going to get sick if you keep up like this” You comment coming up behind him. Giving up on sleep for the time being. “[F/n] I promise I won’t get sick, I’ve got one more thing to do then I’ll come to bed I promise” He looked over at you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ll keep you company” placing soft kisses on his neck and jawline.

“Keep me company or distract me?” he chuckled still focused on his laptop screen. “Bit a both” He could feel your grin against his skin. He loved having you with him but there wasn’t any need for you to be sleep deprived, he was used to being on little sleep.

“Hey sweetheart, please go get some rest. I’ll be in there in a few” He shifted in order for you to stand back up. Which you did, sighing in defeat you pecked his cheek, whispering “Okay.”

When you went to bed, you didn’t feel him next to you until about an hour later. Turning on your other side you snuggled up next to him as he wrapped his arms around you. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Causing you to smile softly, brushing his bangs out of his face.

Your hand cupped his face as you wiggled up to place a kiss on his forehead. Whispering  “Goodnight Tim” before you let yourself fall into the depths of sleep.


The next morning you woke up before he had. Something quite uncommon. Taking the chance you quietly slipped out of his arms and tiptoed out of the room.

Once out of the room you headed to the kitchen and began to make breakfast. Falling into a routine of flipping pancakes, turning the bacon, cutting up fruits, and setting the table. All the while having some homemade doughnuts baking. You were pretty impressed with your own multitasking skills.

When all of the food was finished and the plates made it was noon. So, you decided to go check up on your caffeine-aholic boyfriend. A cup of his favorite coffee in your hand as well.

Peering into the room you saw him sprawled out on the entire bed. Giggling you entered the room and sat next to him on the bed. You couldn’t remember the last time he slept this long. “Tim.. Hey babe it’s time to get up.” You spoke softly while shaking his shoulder. He groaned and stretched before opening his eyes to look at you. A smile immediately decorated his features upon seeing you. “Happy Valentines Day” his voice was think and slurred from being asleep.

“Happy Valentines Day, and here is your first present” You handed him the mug, causing him to chuckle “How did you know?” he teased.

“I’m just that good” Smirking at him. He smiled but it seemed a bit strained. “Are you okay?” brows furrowing in concern.

“What? Yeah fine, just groggy” he yawned while sitting up.

Pushing the worry to the back of your mind you took his hand and interlocked your fingers with his. “I made your favorite breakfast, well I guess it’s brunch now” you commented looking at your intertwined hands.

“Doughnuts?” He asked smiling.

“Doughnuts, and pancakes, and bacon, and fruit.” You listed the items, your face inching closer and closer to him at each word.

He chuckled before softly pressing his lips to yours, “You’re amazing”

“So is my cooking, so lets eat” you stood up pulling him with you.

After eating breakfast you both cleaned up together, making it go by quickly. Both having some work to do, you sat in the living room working and talking together. Though you noticed Tim was a bit off and unfocused. You often caught him rubbing his eyes or letting out deep breaths. Getting up from his laptop and just aimlessly walking around. It was like he lost all work ethic, which worried you because this was Tim Drake, workaholic is his middle name.

“Tim, babe, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” setting the papers you were looking at aside and walking over to him. His cheeks were rosy and he just looked drained.

“Yeah, I’m just uhhh, I’m just going to take a shower. We need to start getting ready soon anyways.” He muttered before turning on his heels heading to the bathroom.

‘Okay, something’s up’

You thought watching his retreat. Sighing you went back to your work  waiting to hear the shower turn off.


Tim felt like shit. His head was pounding, had heat flashes, his throat was dry, and he felt like he wasn’t going to be able to keep his breakfast down.

Letting out a sigh he undressed and stepped into the shower. He had to shake whatever this was, he wanted to give you the best Valentines Day he could. But the lightheadedness and nausea was really getting to him.

‘Just hold out tonight and be as miserable as you want tomorrow’

He thought to himself under the shower head.

After his shower he got out and went to your adjoining bedroom to get dressed. He was about to  pull on his shirt when he heard light knocking on the door.


You cracked the door open, “Tim?”

“Yeah” he called and you opened the door the rest of the way. He stood looking at you, he had black dress pants on and his button up shirt in his hands. Biting your bottom lip out of habit. “[F/n]?” he interrupted you smirking.

“U-Uh, I just wanted to check on you. That was a long shower” You walked up to him. Immediately noticing is even more flushed cheeks and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You could tell it wasn’t from his shower from the way he looked. Lifting your hand you brought it to his forehead.

As soon as your hand touched the skin you could feel the fever. “Oh my god! Tim you’re burning up” you stressed, hands moving to feel his cheeks as well.

“N-No I’m not, go ahead and shower. We don’t want to miss our reservations, I promised you an amazing Valentines Day” he pulled your hands from his face.

“Tim, we’re not going anywhere. You’re burning up and look very ill, you need to rest” you told him softly. You knew he planned this forever and wanted this to be special, but you didn’t want him getting sicker.

“But [F/n]” he began. “No ‘buts’ I’m not letting you get sicker just because it’s Valentines Day. You’re health means more to me then some reservation.” Cupping his face with your hand.

“I’m going to go cancel our reservations and make you some soup. You’re going to lay down and rest. Got it?” You ordered whilst grabbing him his favorite pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Do you have a headache?”

He nodded, “No computer than either. It’s going to make your head worse.” You knew that would be a challenge for him but he simply nodded before beginning to change.

You did as you said and called the restaurant canceling the reservation. Then going to the kitchen you began to make some Chicken Soup. A special recipe Alfred sent you last time you were sick.

Letting it cook you grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water before taking it in to him.

He was curled up under the covers, his chills making him shutter. “Here babe take these” you handed him the pills and water.

He took them without a complaint and looked at you apologetically. “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you and taken better care of myself” he apologized.

“No need to be sorry, everyone gets sick. Just rest okay, I’ll go get you some soup” you ran a hand through his hair, while placing a kiss on his forehead.

When you stood up and walked out of the room Tim couldn’t help but think he definitely had the best Valentine this year and every year to come.

Valentine’s Mystery - Sebastian Smythe

Ok I know I promised to update Arrow Cave but I had this vision today while I was resting cause I’m sick and sore as hell and I really wanted to do it. I’ve never had a Valentine and we don’t really celebrate it all that much down here and my parents don’t do anything for the day so whenever I get the chance to write about it, I take that chance, seeing as I probably will never celebrate it #foreveralone

The day had started like any another, I had gotten up ridiculously early to finish the homework I had fallen asleep on last night, followed by singing in the shower and my usual routine of curling my hair and applying a thin layer of makeup. My morning schedule was pretty much the same every single day and there were very few instances that it would change, those instances being my birthday or during the holidays when there was no need to look presentable for whatever reason. So as per usual, I trudged down stairs, still in my pyjamas, and shuffled into the kitchen, giving both parents a peck on the cheek and pouring myself a glass of OJ.
“So peeps, what the plan for the night? You lovebirds going out for a nice dinner?” I asked, bringing the cup to my lips, peering over the edge at my amused parents.
“Actually we were just going to stay in this time. Spend the night with our favourite daughter,” my mum grinned, squeezing my cheeks affectionately. I swatted her hands away, pushing her back towards the stove where she was no doubt making heart shaped pancakes for me.
“I’d like to remind you that I’m your only child, and you really don’t need to worry about me. Dominos always has cheaper pizza’s on Valentines Day and Netflix is bound to be playing some sort of rom-com that’ll keep me satisfied,” I smiled, thinking over my romantic plans for one.
“That’s really depressing,” my dad joked, glancing up from the paper he was currently reading.
“That is what single people do dad,” I rolled my eyes, taking my pancake filled plate from my mum and waltzing over to the dining table, stopping short. “Which one of you is trying to make me feel better?”
“What are you talking about dear?” my mum asked, raising her brows.
“There’s a rose on the table,” I placed my plate down, picking the beautiful flower up delicately, turning to face my confused parents.
“Neither of us did it. That was there when I came down,” my dad shrugged his shoulders, joining me at the table with his own plate of fluffy goodness.
“Oh my, maybe you have a secret admirer!” mum squealed, clapping her hands excitedly like a love sick seal.
“How the bloody hell did it get in here?” I raised my brow, suddenly scared for my safety.
“It’s probably one of your friends. They know how lonely you get and probably just want to cheer you up,” my dad reasoned, always the smart one of the family.
“You’re probably right,” I nodded, placing the rose down next to me, going through a list in my head of who could have got it here without me noticing.
“Y’all are such party-poopers,” my mum frowned. She’s always had this idea in my head that one day I’ll be swept up off my feet by the ‘man of my dreams’ and be whisked away to his mansion and live happily ever after. She watches too many Disney movies, as you can probably tell.
“Of course we are darling,” my dad simply agreed, not wanting to make my mum upset anymore. God, sometimes their love is too sickening. We sat in silence for the next few moments, the only sound being the radio that was softly playing some sort of love song in the background and the clinking of cutlery on our plates.
“Well that was filling, I’m gonna get the ready now,” I smiled, placing my dishes in the sink before rushing upstairs and away my from mums disapproving gaze. I bolted straight in my wardrobe, running around like a goose with its head chopped off, trying to find the perfect outfit. Something that says ‘I’m single and I don’t care’. I finally settled on a deep red crop top with acid wash high waisted shorts, my favourite white hightop converse and a cream cardigan. Once I was dressed and looking presentable, I slung my bag over my shoulder, filled with the essentials (phone, earphones, wallet, books, makeup, food) and skipped out of my room, eager to start the day. Before walking out the door, I made the split decision to grab the rose and take it to school with me, eager to find out which one of my lovey dovey friends have given it to me.
“Have a nice day dear,” my mum called from her bedroom, me yelling a “you too” back at her before closing the front door. Seeing as both my parents worked incredible jobs, we could afford to have plenty of nice things. I hated taking advantage of that fact, but when it came to my car, I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. I had started of just driving either one of my parents’ car (with them in it of course), but for my 17th birthday, they had decided that because I was relatively a safe driver, they would get me my own car, and boy did they deliver. They had gotten me a brand new Audi TT Coupé in a gorgeous black with leather interior. This car was my pride and joy and pretty much no one was allowed to drive it, apart from myself (and occasionally my parents). I marvelled at my baby for a few moments before deciding that I didn’t want to be any later to school that necessary, so I made my way to my car, opening my door and preparing to get it, stopping short not a second later. On my drivers seat was yet another red rose, this time with a note attached. I picked it up and slid into my car, opting to read the note in private rather than alert my mum that there was another rose. Scribbled on the small card was ‘take us to school to find the rest’, obviously meaning both of the flowers I had found this morning. I was beginning to wonder who this person was and how they had access to my house AND my car. Shaking off my worry, I placed both roses delicately into my bag before beginning the short yet tedious journey to William Mckinley High. After 10 minutes of loud singing to Beyoncé and several strange looks from parents going to work, I finally arrived at school. I opened the door, checking to make sure I had everything (seriously though, you won’t believe how many times I’ve left like a note or my laptop or my keys or something in the car. It’s honestly ridiculous) before getting out and locking my baby.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna give it a smooch?” a teasing voice sounded behind me, making me roll my eyes.
“Haha very funny. You should become a comedian,” I teased, lightly shoving Blaine. He simply grinned, linking arms with me and tugging me into school, babbling on about all the romantic plans he had set up for him and Kurt this evening, asking for my input every now and then.
“So what about you? What are you plans Ms Single?” he asked, opening his locker and rifling through the mess, searching for god knows what.
“Cheap pizza and Netflix,” I answered, laughing at the disapproving glare I received. “It’s not my fault I’m too fabulous for all these guys!” I flicked my hair mockingly, earning a playful shove in return.
“You live a depressing life,” a new voice piped up, making me turn around in shock.
“Bloody hell, what is with you people and sneaking up on me,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Awww you look so cute like that,” Kurt cooed, placing a kiss on my cheek. I rolled my eyes, linking arms with both of my best friends and pulling them to the office, needing to pick up some new textbooks.
“Hi Dorothy, I’m here to get some books,” I smiled sweetly at the older lady sitting behind the desk, mentally cooing at how adorable she was.
“Oh yes, there right here. This came in for you as well. I had no idea who it’s from.” she handed me my books and yet another rose, no note like the first.
“Thanks,” I yelled, already halfway out the door with the two boyfriends running after me to get an explanation.
“Oh my god do you have a secret admirer!”
“Who do I need to kill!”
“Ok first off it’s not a secret admirer Kurt, I actually thought it was one of you guys, and secondly Blaine, you can’t even kill a spider let alone a human,” I scoffed, placing the third rose safely inside my bag and leaning against my locker, books still in my arms.
“Three roses? Wow, someone really likes you,” Kurt gasped, leaning against Blaine for support.
“It’s probably just one of the glee kids playing a prank,” I shrugged, twisting the lock to open my locker door.
“No one would buy three extremely expensive roses just as a joke,” Blaine pointed out, beginning to fangirl much like his boyfriend. I sighed, opening my door and finding yet another flower tucked inside with a note on my door. Kurt managed to rip it off before I had the chance to grab it, eyes scanning the paper.
“OH MY GOD! I can’t! This is too cute!” he squealed, jumping up and down, effectively grabbing the attention of the entire hallway.
“What does it say?” I asked, taking the note from his hands and reading it for myself. ‘4 roses. 4 letters.’
“Oh wow,” I whistled, knowing exactly what the note had meant.
“We need to start creating a list of who the possible admirers could be. I need to set my honeybun up with somebody,” Kurt continued to babble about the roses, saying something along the lines of ‘its so cute’ and ‘I wonder who it is’ among the gibberish. I simply placed the note and the rose in my bag with the others, picking out the books I needed and walked to class, following the happy couple close behind, lost in my own thoughts.

PC and first class went by quickly with no other random flowers, making me curious as to when the next one would pop up, if there even was another. I was walking to class with Brittany, listening to her go on about how she didn’t need a man and how she made herself happy and all that crap, but I wasn’t really paying attention. We walked into the science rooms, giggling about some failed romantic declaration we had just passed in the hallway, only to stop short. On my chair was a large brown bear, holding a rose in-between its paws.
“That’s cute,” Brittany stated, taking the seat next to mine and stroking the bear, murmuring about how soft it was. I blushed, quickly putting the rose in my bag and tucking the bear under my table for the time being, receiving plenty of weird looks. “Who’s it from?”
“I have no idea. I’ve been getting roses all day, first at my house and now here. It’s really strange,” I muttered, spotting the card tucked neatly into the bears bow around its neck. I pulled it out, glancing at it subtly, not wanting the teacher to know that I wasn’t paying attention. On it was 5 simply letters, ‘I L Y V M’  and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it stood for.
“Miss Y/L/N, is there something you would like to add to the conversation?” my teacher asked, making my snap my head up, shaking it furiously.
“No Sir, sorry,” I flushed, tucking the note inside my pocket and away from the sight of any prying eyes.
“Pay attention to the less. I would hate to see you in detention,” he glared, turning back around to face the board. I sat in silence for the rest of the lesson, scribbling down note but still thinking about the flowers, going through a mental list of who could be giving them to me. The bell broke my from my thoughts, making me pack up my things and head to my next class, wanting to get there as soon as possible so I could catch Kurt up. I sat down at the back, placing my things on my desk and the bear behind me and waiting for the fashionista to walk in the room, always late. He finally rushed in, taking his seat and looking at me expectantly.
“There’s a giant bear behind you,” he pointed out, looking at it with heart eyes.
“I know, it was on my seat in science along with another rose and note,” I huffed, avoiding looking at the rest of my curious classmates.
“Seriously, this is the cutest thing I have ever seen,” he gushed, making me roll my eyes.
“I have no idea who the hell is doing this, but it’s getting really strange,” I whispered, beginning to quieten down since the teacher had arrived. She began her boring lesson on how Shakespeare was one of the most prominent persons in our history, effectively making the entire class fall asleep. I had just begun to doze off before there was a knock on the classroom door, making everyone immediately glance that way. In walked a freshmen, holding something behind his back.
“Umm is there a,” he looked at his hand “Y/N Y/L/N in here?” he asked, glancing around nervously. Everyone turned around and looked at me, giving away my location. The boy shuffled forward, handing me the rose and a note before leaving class. Everyone began whispering excitedly, staring at the rose in my hand.
“What’s the note say?” someone asked, making me blink. I glanced down, scanning over it quickly before turning a bright red.
“Leave Y/N alone everyone,” the teacher came to my aid, making everyone groan and turn around, the only person looking at me being Kurt. I simply handed him the note, placing the 6th rose in my bag.
‘I want to be yours.’
“Whoever this person is, I don’t think they’re playing a joke,” he muttered, sliding it back onto my desk. I nodded, placing it in my folder and continuing on with my work, noticing all the strange looks my classmates were giving me. I attempted to ignore them for the rest of class and tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was quite hard when everyone was whispering about what had just happened. I knew that in a few short minutes, this would be circling around the school and become the latest gossip. The bell rang, signalling the end of English and the start of something much worse… Lunch. I reluctantly packed up my things, trying to delay being in the watchful eye of all the other students as much as I could.
“Come on, stop procrastinating. You need to get out there and face the world,” Kurt grinned, handing me the bear and taking my free hand, pulling me out of the classroom and down towards our lockers. Every step we took, I could feel the strange looks I was receiving, some people even making outright comments.

“Why has she got that bear?”
“Did you hear what happened in English?”
“Who would ever like her?”

I tried to block all of the haters, opting to listen to Kurt’s never ending babble, letting him drag me to my locker. He continued to talk whilst I opened up my locker, stopping when he saw the next rose in there.
“I swear to god, how is this person getting into my locker!” I huffed, quickly depositing it in my bag before changing my books around, hoping that nobody saw the 7th flower for the day.
“Maybe it’s someone that’s like really close to you and you just haven’t realised,” Kurt hummed, thinking about the possible candidates.
“Well whoever it is has a lot to answer for,” I sighed, picking up the bear and walking towards the cafeteria, getting in line with Kurt right behind me. We spoke quietly for the next few moments, voicing our suggestions on who we thought the mystery culprit was before I was finally served.
“Can I just get a caesar salad and a water please?” I handed the lunch lady my money, not really paying all that much attention. She got my food for me and handed me my tray, smiling suspiciously.
“Oh my god,” Kurt mumbled, making me look at him in confusion. He pointed at the food tray, making me glance down and gasp. There, lying on the tray, was the 8th rose, again with a note. I thanked the lady, rushing off to our usual table, struggling with the combined weight of the teddy, my food and my bag.
“So how many is that?” Blaine asked when he saw me, noticing the flower resting on the tray.
“It’s the fucking 8th rose. Who the bloody hell is doing this?” I almost screamed, frustration evident in my voice.
“I dunno, but whoever it is, obviously likes you enough to spend that much money,” he mused, smiling at the thought. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was pointless to talk to my best friends about this, seeing as they were both love sick fools.
“What on earth are you doing with a bear?” a new voice piped up, making me flush.
“Y/N has a secret admirer,” another voiced added one, making me groan in embarrassment.
“Is that a rose?” someone else asked.
“She’s got another 7 in her bag,” Kurt answered, taking his seat next to his smiling boyfriend.
“This is ridiculous. If its one of you idiots fess up now,” I huffed, glaring at all my friends sat around me. Brittany was busy playing with the bear, Klaine were holding their hands up in defence, Santana was raising her perfectly plucked brows and Rachel just looked annoyed.
“It’s not any of us,” Santana finally spoke, picking up the note attached to the last rose. She scanned it for a moment, chuckling slightly. “Whoever it is really likes you.” She handed it back to me, opting to eat her food rather than contribute to the conversation. I read over the note, smiling slightly.
‘You were 8 when you moved here, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better.’
I put the note in my bag with the others, jointing the conversation at hand and avoiding Kurt’s inquisitive gaze. He can be such a nosy little shit when he wants to be, and I know he wants to find out who this person is even more than I do. But alas, lunch ended and so did my time with my best friends. I threw away the remainder of my food, allowing Brittany to carry my bear to our next class, which happened to be gym. Nothing could possibly go wrong in gym, or so I hoped. We deposited our belongings in the locker room and had gotten change fairly quickly, now sitting on the benches outside.
“So what’s it like having a secret admirer?” she asked, beginning to braid my hair.
“It’s strange. I mean, it could literally be anyone at this school. It could be Ben for all we know,” I screwed my face up, trying to get that image out of my head.
“I think it’s sweet. I would give anything for someone to do that for me…” she sighed, hands faltering in my hair.
“I’ll do it for your birthday if you want me to,” I smiled, making her immediately brighten up. She happily chatted for the rest of class, continuously braiding and unbraiding my hair, seemingly content with what she was doing. I let her talk, tuning in and out of the conversation and adding a comment when it was needed. It was only when coach blew her whistle that we stopped. Brit helped me up from the floor, linking her arm with mine and leading me back to the change rooms, talking adamantly.
“Y/N?” a timid voice spoke, making me stop walking and look towards the gym doors. Everyone else stopped as well, wanting to see what a freshman would want with a senior like me.
“Um, yes?” I asked, slowly walking towards her. She rushed forward, handing me a rose before running out of the building, not wanting to be there any longer than she needed to be. I sighed, stomping off to the gym rooms and tucking it into my bag, slightly annoyed that it happened in front of everyone again but still quite happy considering someone was putting a lot of effort into the gesture. I quickly got dressed, running out of the change rooms with my book bag smacking against my leg and the bear tucked under my arm, trying to get away from the, once again, strange looks I was receiving. I stood in front of Blaine’s class, anxiously tapping my foot. He finally emerged, laughing at something some student had said before I roughly pulled him away, running towards the glee rooms in hope of some privacy.
“Woah what the hell?” he squeaked, narrowly missing bashing into a sophomore.
“9. There’s been 9 mother fucking rose and I still don’t know who it is!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
“Ok, ok calm down. I know how annoying this must be. But just think, at the end of the day this person will probably appear and sweep you away on a romantic date and that’ll be the end of the mystery,” he soothed, pulling me in for hug. I huffed, groaning into his shoulder in annoyance. “Come on let’s get to practice. You know Mr Schue will kill us if were late again.” And with that we were off, fast walking to the music room. We burst into the room, giggling like teenager girls until we noticed the silence.
“Uh, sorry we’re late?” I tried, hoping that someone would speak. Kurt looked at me nervously, glancing down at the seat of my chair next to him. “I swear to Jesus, if that’s another rose I’ll kill someone.” Everyone immediately shuffled away, revealing that there was indeed a single red rose sat on my chair, this one with a note. I breathed deeply, walking over to it and picking it up, sitting down in the spot it was previously in.
“This is insanity,” Rachel finally spoke, breaking the awkward tension in the room.
“You’re telling me,” I mumbled, reading over the note.
‘You must be going crazy right about now.’
“Does anyone know who it is?” Mercedes piped up, eyes flickering between my face and the flower in my lap. I shrugged, not having any idea as to who it could be.
“Alright, enough of this flower talk,” Mr Schue cut in, making everyone turn to the front. The time went by fast and soon enough it was time for the last period of the day; soccer practice. A lot of people just did normal academic class but for those wanting to possibly get a sport scholarship, we were allowed to do a sport during last period, and I had chosen soccer, seeing as it was a long time hobby of mine. I knew that nothing could go wrong during this lesson, so I set about getting changed into my uniform and started doing laps, opting to spend most of the time running rather than dicking around like everyone else seemed to do.

*~ skip to the end of practice because I’m lazy and this is already long enough ~*

I let out a puff of air, finally getting my breathing under control. I had spent pretty much the entire lesson running around the field, content to listen to my music and jog. I wiped my forehead with a towel, beginning to gather up my things to go and have a shower. It was then that I saw it. The 11th rose, tucked safely into my sports bag, no note this time. I rolled my eyes, rushing to put it with the rest of the flowers before stripping off and showering, softly singing to pass the time. Once I was free of sweat, I turned the shower off, drying myself off and changing back into my regular clothes, shoving the sweaty ones into my locker. I’ll come back tomorrow and take them home to wash but for now, I had way too many things to worry about. I gathered up my bag full of roses and the teddy bear and headed out, eager to get home and sleep. I waited outside Klaine’s class until the bell went, lightly tapping my foot against the wall to pass time. The ear piercing bell finally sounded, signalling the end of the school day and the end of my misery. I avoided the rush of the students, waiting patiently for my favourite couple to emerge from their class. When they finally did, they were smiling brightly, linking arms with me and happily skipping towards the front doors.
“What’s got you two in a good mood?” I asked, immediately regretting asking.
“Well schools over and now we get to properly celebrate,” Blaine sighed, making heart eyes at his equally excited boyfriend. I screwed my face up, knowing exactly what they meant by ‘celebrate’.
“TMI,” I muttered, hearing them both laugh in response. They pushed open the doors, following the crowd of students that were just as excited to leave. It was then that I saw him, smiling cutely at top of the steps, coffee in one hand and the final rose in his other, holding it out for me to take.

“Bloody hell I totally knew it was him!”
“You owe me 20 bucks!”
“Why didn’t we think of him?”

I barely heard my friends commenting things behind me, already halfway towards the grinning boy.
“Hey,” he whispered, handing me the flower, chuckling slightly at the bear tucked underneath my arm.
“After all this, all you have to say is hey?” I raised my brow, looking up at the smug looking boy. He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I see you got my gifts,” he gestured to the bear, making me scoff slightly.
“You were driving me mad. I couldn’t figure out who it was,” I shook my head, looking down at my converse clad feet.
“Are you happy it was me?” he asked nervously, biting his lower lip. I stared at him for a moment, my lips beginning to turn up into a smile.
“I couldn’t think of a better person,” I finally said, throwing my arms around his middle, not being tall enough to reach anywhere else. He let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around me and holding me for a moment, warmth making me smile even wider. “Thank you Sebastian. You’ve truly made this the best day ever.”

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