with chocolate and flowers and the whole nine

Mini Valentine Headcanons

What They Do on Valentines Day:

Attempts something sweet and usually fails. He has no idea what he’s doing. He gets you flowers you’re allergic to and awkwardly makes you a breakfast you can’t enjoy because you have to go to work. But he tries his best every year and it’s adorable. 

Does everything. He buys you chocolate covered strawberries and has flowers delivered to you. He plans a special date and makes fancy reservations before taking you home to cuddle. 

Makes you dinner. Sometimes it’s nothing “special,” just a homemade meal you can eat together. Other years, he’ll go the whole nine yards and get flowers, make dessert, and light candles. 

Says you should spoil him. He thinks it’s dumb that it’s mainly a woman’s holiday where the men typically do all the work. He treats you good every day and buys you plenty of random gifts all year round. It’s his turn dammit. (Also uses it as a good excuse for wild sex.) 

Does absolutely nothing. Literally. He would actually forget about it if it wasn’t for all the commercialized junk everywhere. If you’re really into it and you get upset he’s planned nothing, he’ll buy you flowers the week after but that’s about it.

anonymous asked:

romantic night with sirius would include?

  • he would so be about all of the muggle dates
  • he’d ask Lily and Remus for advice probably 
  • and consult magazines about “The Top 10 Best Date Ideas!”
  • he’d pull out all of the stops
  • dinner (with mood lighting), movies, chocolate and flowers, the whole nine yards
  • he’d act all suave but really he was very nervous because he didn’t quite understand all the nuances of muggles yet
  • but you’d still love it because he was trying (and looked so cute doing it)
  • and late at night, you’d be cuddling by the fire in the common room, and you’d tell him that he didn’t need to do all that
  • you were a simple person and while you loved it, he didn’t need to pull out all the tropes just for you two to have a good time
  • and at the end of the night he’d walk you to your room and lean in for a kiss, which you’d stop and smile at him
  • “Sorry Sirius, if you wanted a muggle date, I guess we should follow the fact that they don’t usually kiss on the first date.”
  • “Does that mean there will be a second?”
  • you lean up and kiss his cheek gently
  • “Goodnight Sirius.”

Title: Take A Bite

Pairing: Jason Crouse and Alicia Florrick.
Prompt: Red Velvet
Summary: Jason introduces Alicia to something new.
Word Count: 2,382
Warning: Light fluff and even more smut (light BDSM; brief, very brief oral sex; vaginal sex; seriously passionate sex)!
Author’s Note: So, this is the first time I’m writing for this pairing. Jason Crouse is just too irresistible and ahhh, this prompt is amazing. Thank you, @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar and @ladylorelitany for this opportunity to write for one of JDM’s rare characters!  I sure hope this is okay! :)

Last gif belongs to mymargulies

Originally posted by may85

“Put down the wine and come here,” Jason said. He was holding something behind his back and it was sparking Alicia’s curiosity.

Slowly, she set the unopened bottle of wine back into the cupboard. Alicia didn’t know why she listened to him all the time. Since starting a new relationship with him, she found herself obliging his demands in and out of the bedroom.

It must have been his eyes. He knew how to use them when he wanted something.

Jason set the small pink box onto the counter. He was grinning now.

“What is it?” Alicia asked.

“Open it and find out,” Jason replied.

Alicia slowly opened the box to reveal a single cupcake. It was red and had white frosting atop of it with red tiny sprinkles. It immediately brought back memories when they were talking about their favorite dessert. To this day, she still didn’t know what led to that conversation, but the cupcake sitting in front of her proved that Jason was listening.

“It’s red velvet,” he said.

“I see that…”

“You said you never got to try it and well, I still think it’s absolutely ridiculous that you’ve never had any. So, I was out shopping –”

Alicia looked up at him, arching a brow. “You? Shopping?”

Jason chuckled, “That’s beside the point. Anyway, back to the story. I wanted to get you a red velvet cupcake.”

“How nice of you,” she smiled.

“Go on. Take a bite.”

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anonymous asked:

Am I being absolutely insane if I request 1-45 of the headcanon meme for Ben x Mal?


Also, I’m never doing all 45 questions ever again.

1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?
In their own beds, because they are teenagers, at school, following the rules. Except for that one time Ben “fell asleep” on Mal’s bed while studying he looked so cute that she couldn’t bring herself to wake him, and then they needed Evie’s help to sneak him back to his room. As for daily rituals, Ben waits for Mal at her locker every morning. He usually brings food, because Mal frequently chooses an extra ten minutes of sleep over breakfast.

2. How’s their teamwork? Do they share well?
Ben’s great at teamwork, he knows how to recognize each person’s strength and then coordinate it to work towards a common goal. Mal’s better at bossing people around because it’s better than doing things herself. So basically, she’s working on it, he’s helping, and there have only been a few minor setbacks.

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?
They are open about their relationship, that cat’s certainly out of the bag after Ben’s coronation. Ben likes PDA, but he likes respecting Mal’s comfort zone even more. Therefore, PDA is generally limited to holding hands and kisses on cheeks.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?
Ben was certainly taken with Mal from the moment he met her (and perhaps even before that). Mal really didn’t have time for love at first sight, she was slightly more concerned with the pressures of her mother’s plans for her.

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?
Bennyboo, of course. He’s actually grown to like it, coming from Mal. He sometimes calls her Mal Bertha, because he likes how it makes her blush. In jokes are generally references to that time she put a love spell on him (she has stopped wanting to flee the room every time he brings it up).

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Famous Last Words

Summary: In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.

A/N: This ended up being a lot longer then I’d intended…hopefully that’s a good thing. I might try and post a chapter Tuesday before I leave but it depends on how much time I have. (At the rate I’m going I probably will.)


Chapter Fifteen

     Phil hated shopping. Granted, he hated anything that involved going out in public and interacting with other people, but there was something about the lights and overbearingly loud music that made shopping a torture in its own right. As a consequence of this his wardrobe seemed to mainly consist of the same three pairs of pants, t-shirts, plaid, and the odd hoodie, none of which struck him as being particularly appropriate for a date.

      Not the he cared that much about the date, but it would’ve been nice to at least pretend that he was making some kind of an effort.

     Phil had finally settled on a pair of jeans with a plaid shirt, figuring that anyone who had an issue with something as simple as his clothes wasn’t someone he wanted to be going out with anyway.

     But now, sitting across from Dan who was wearing a collared shirt and a pair of chinos, he couldn’t help but feel slightly underdressed.

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Birthday headcanons for France

  • This man loves being pampered.
  • Breakfast in bed, cutesy chocolates, flowers, hearts, the whole nine yards.
  • Half the day will be spent lounging around in pajamas, relaxing with soft music
  • Take him shopping. Buy him a present he gets to pick out.
  • He wouldn’t mind if you took him to a 5 star restaurant or a cozy cafe, either place would satisfy him
  • Sight seeing. Exquisite gardens, new art galleries, open air markets.
  • Remind him often of how much you love him, maybe even in French!
  • Don’t forget the cake, preferably homemade. 
  • A rendition of of a birthday song by you would bring him to happy tears

that’s all I’ve got, darling

- Mod Rico

Valentines Day - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


a/n happy valentines day, hope you guys had a fantastic day full of love, or teen wolf.. 

“Happy Valentines Day, Babe!” you heard Stiles yell, as he walked into your room carrying flowers, chocolates, and the whole nine yards. You smiled, this would be your first year with a Valentine, and you couldn’t be happier that it was Stiles. 

“Happy Valentines, lover boy.” you giggled, while wrapping your arms around his neck, placing small kisses on his lips. 

“I have something for you,” you said reaching into your closet pulling out a Darth Vader holding chocolates, and a card. “Happy Valentines Day!” you said, placing it onto his lap. The smile that plastered his face made the countless hours you spent looking for the present worth it. “How do you know me so well?” he said, moving his present, and grabbing you by the waist pulling you down. 

“I love you so much.” you said, grabbing his collar pulling him down to your lips. “I’m happy you’re my Valentine, babe. I love you.” Stiles said, in-between kisses.


JEREMY CLARKSON The Grand Tour is finally ready to head onto TV screens, but I’m blaming James May’s toilet habits for the delay

Clarkson, May and Hammond are about to arrive back on our screens… but ‘why the bloody hell has it taken so long?’

BY JEREMY CLARKSON       29th October 2016 

AFTER a year of work, and about a million air miles, our new motoring show will soon make its debut on Amazon Prime and almost everyone I meet asks the same question: “Why the bloody hell has it taken so long?”
My standard answer is that anything involving James May is bound to take an age. This is a man who takes two hours to have a dump.
But the truth is that it took us quite a long time to actually get started in the first place.
For 12 years, Richard Hammond, James and I had worked together at the BBC which is a bit like being children, living at home.
We drove round corners while shouting, producer Andy Wilman edited it all together, and the Beeb did all the boring stuff — insurance, compliance, health and safety, staffing, and watering the plants in the office.

But then they shooed us out of the door and we emerged into the real world for the first time, blinking like startled teenagers.
Happily, a friend lent us an office in Marylebone and Richard Hammond immediately appointed himself stationery manager. He bought a ruler, some highlighter pens and a batch of paper.

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PREFERENCE #6 {Valentine's Day}

A S H T O N: A moan traveled from your throat as Ashton kissed it repetitively, along with leaving little nips with his teeth and swipes from his tongue. You slid down long the back of the couch, the arm rest supporting your weight. His lips reattached to your own, the red lipstick you had on earlier now smeared on both mouths. 

His long fingers started to slide their way under your dress and as the fabric started to bunch up you were reminded about the additional present you had on underneath. You grabbed his wrists and Ashton pulled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“Everything alright?” He asked, his voice in a low whisper. You could tell he desperately wanted to continue but he also knew that there were limits.  

Removing a hand you traced his jaw line with the tip of your pointer finger. “I think it’s time to unwrap the rest of your present now, Mr. Irwin.”

He couldn’t help but groan as his mind flipped through the endless possibilities of what was under that black dress of yours. 

Gently pushing him back you stood up and turned around, making sure all of your hair was away from the zipper. His fingers traced from the back of your neck to the neckline of the dress, pulling the zipper down slowly. He licked his lips at the sight of the bra’s band. The contrast between the red lace and your skin tone was gorgeous. Once the dress was completely opened in the back he grabbed your hips and spun you around towards him.  Ashton brushed your hair out of the way before pushing the sleeves down the length of your arms, then the fabric down your torso, revealing the front the red bra and how it well it held your breasts. He continued ‘unwrapping’ you, dress slipping further and further down until it passed your hips and there was nothing else to display. 

A small, “Jesus christ”, left his lips as the black fabric hit the floor and you were left standing before him in nothing but a bra. Letting out a small giggle and tucking back a piece of hair you couldn’t help but be happy the he was satisfied with his ‘gift’.

“Have you been like this all night?” Nodding, he gulped knowing that if he any clue of you being naked from the waist down he wouldn’t have been able to control himself in the restaurant. As you straddled his lap, he leaned back against the couch, mumbling a quick, “I love Valentine’s Day,” before your lips met his. 

C A L U M: Most people, you included, would expect Calum to be the type of boyfriend to go all out for Valentine’s Day; flowers, chocolate, dinner, the whole nine yards. So when you brought up the holiday a few days before, you were shocked to here his answer. 

“I’m not really a big fan of Valentine’s Day. I don’t really see the point.”

It had been your first Valentine’s Day together, so of course you wanted to do something special, even if it was a simple movie night. So in the day’s leading up to the 14th, you didn’t bother to plan anything out with Calum, you figured he wouldn’t be interested in doing anything.

As you woke on that Friday morning you were shocked, to say the least, to find a bouquet of flowers on your nightstand. Cal had left a card next to the vase and you plucked it off the nightstand. Simply it said ‘Happy Valentine’s Day! Call me when you wake up- Cal :)’.

After locating him in your contacts, you waited patiently for him to answer. He had mentioned yesterday that he was going to the studio for a few hours in the morning, but you had expected him to leave after you woke up. 

“Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?” he answered, sounding chipper on the other end. 

Yawning you rested against the wall behind you, “Oh just fine, thank you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Don’t get out of bed, alright?” Calum instructed. The he quickly added, “Hold on a second, I will talk to you in a little bit." 

You stared at your phone screen after Calum hung up, not exactly processing what had just happened. As you set your phone down you started to hear footsteps making their way up the stairs. Quickly the door opened revealing a cheerful looking Calum. In his hands he held a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of food. A large smile formed on your face.

"Breakfast for my lady.” He set it down next to the bed, then left a kiss on your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Looking over you noticed that your breakfast consisted of toaster waffles with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, a small bowl of strawberries, and some scrambled eggs. 

“You did all of this for me?” You asked, shocked that he was in such a good mood. You figured that he would get you a card at the most, but hey, who would refuse breakfast in bed? 

Sitting down next to you he stole a strawberry out of the bowl, “Of course I would. I would do anything for you.”

Grabbing the fork you took a little bit of the vanilla ice cream. “Yeah but you told me you didn’t like Valentine’s Day.”

“No, I said I don’t see the point. People should love unconditionally all the time, not just one day out of the year.”

L U K E: This year, due to scheduling, you and Luke couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day together. At first the two of you didn’t know what to do; every year you went out to a small Italian bistro down the road from your house. After a bit of thinking, the two of you devised the perfect plan.

That brings you to where you are now; sitting in front of your laptop with a plate of spaghetti in front of you. Luke had called you as planned, via Skype, his own plate of spaghetti (much larger than yours) in front of him. 

“Hey babe, happy Valentine’s Day!” He said excitingly, his smile almost too big for his face, blue eye’s squinting. 

Smiling with the same magnitude as him you answered back, “You’ve said that to me at least ten times today.” 

He dipped his head down, fingers threading through the blond locks. “Yeah, I know. I just want to make sure you’re having a good day since I can’t be there with you.” 

“Well its been wonderful Luke, don’t worry about it. It’s not that big of a deal.”

He sighed, the screen quickly becoming pixelized before correcting itself. “I’m hungry so lets eat and you can tell me all about your day.” You couldn’t help but shake your head at your boyfriend; you swore pasta was his best friend. “Oh, and did you get the package from me? I sent it a week ago so I hope it got there on time.”

While chewing your home cooked meal, you nodded. Earlier today a parcel from Luke arrived on your doorstep. Inside it contained very specific information not to open until your skype date. With it right beside you, you picked it up and shook it in front of the camera.

Eagerly you opened the cardboard box, pulling out the wrapped gifts. Luke continued to eat as you opened each one. He had sent three boxes of chocolate, one of his favorite shirts, and a hand written letter at the bottom. Inside he attached a packet of rose seeds.

Luke started to explain what it all meant. “I know most boyfriends get there girlfriends flowers today but I thought seeds meant a little more. instead of receiving the beautiful flowers and watching them die, you’re going to plant the seeds and watch them grow. Each passing day they will progress and stand taller and taller, just like our love.”

M I C H A E L: Michael was beyond stressing you out. Valentine’s Day was this week and no matter how many times you told him you didn’t want anything, he kept on asking what you wanted. 

“I just want to get you something that you’ll like, you know I’m kinda shit at gifts.” He would argue.

It wasn’t anything personal towards him, you rather just do something with him then receive over priced chocolate and a tacky teddy bear with a big heart on its chest. 

As you walked into your bedroom after cleaning up from dinner you stopped, noticing that Michael going through something on your dresser, and leaned against the wall. 

“What are you doing?”

He jumped a little, turning around quickly to face you. he had on of your necklaces in his hands and you raised an eyebrow. “Trying to find out what kind of jewelry you like.”

Groaning, you crossed into the room, taking the chain from his hand and setting it back with the others. “I’m not asking for jewelry Mikey.”

“Yeah, but if I don’t get you something I’m gonna feel like a shit boyfriend.” You could see the desperation in his eyes and you knew that this was tearing him up inside. 

“Listen, why don’t you just take me out to dinner and then on the 15th we’ll go out and buy tons of half-priced chocolate? To be honest that’s all I really want to do.”

Sucking his thick bottom lip through his teeth, Michael nodded agreeing. “You know what, that sounds like a great idea.”