#can someone gift me a blondie wrapped up with a pink ribbon?

[sluttery-withoutshame]

So I guess this is Gene’s birthday cake?

I feel like someone gifted him Eric for his birthday and wrapped him up in a pretty pink parcel.

[lvmosity]

my only valentine | draco malfoy [1]

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!reader

genre: fluff bc it’s a valentines day special ooh la la

summary: you and draco have been enemies since the start of hogwarts despite being in the same houses, but everyone knows you two secretly like each other. valentines day has arrived and you hope to receive a love confession from one boy only; your arch-enemy nevertheless. however, a minor incident occurs caused by draco and hurts you deeply. will your valentines day be rescued?

word count: 2.5k

warnings: my bad writing + minor swearing

a/n: aahh i know it’s late !!! this was meant to be posted on valentines day but i got caught up in a heavy load of schoolwork so i didn’t have the time to post it until a few days later oof apologies! 

read part two → here 

“They’re at it again.”

“What, again?”

“I don’t know why you’re surprised, it’s practically their daily routine.”

You know exactly who it is they’re talking about, those two can never cross paths without hurling an insult at each other. On a good day, those insults can turn from one-worded to a full-blown essay and the audience likes to tune in and rate it with their reactions.

However, that only lasted for a week as it started happening every second, minute, and hour of the day. At first, everyone found it amusing but by the second week, it was starting to irritate them as it clashed with their studies since the bickering would be enough to stop a class in session. Adding onto to some of the student’s annoyance, they were also the core reason for the many points being deducted from the Slytherin house. It was immoral for students of the same house to hate each other but these two didn’t seem to care.

The only time where their classmates would finally be able to enjoy peace was when they had Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. They saw the two as their saviours knowing the two wouldn’t dare cause a scene in their lessons; they’d be asking for a deathwish if they tried.

But it continued and continued to the point their classmates grew tired and got used to the commotion whenever it occurred, usually letting it escalate and unbothered to stop it. They’d leave it to the prefects or one of the professors to arrive and tell them off. After all, being in the sixth year of Hogwarts, they have little to no time to sit around and listen to silly arguments.

The reason why you knew all of it? Why you were one of the main stars of course, as well as the infamous pureblood blondie himself; Draco Malfoy.

Ah yes, you two are what the group of students were gossiping about. You and Draco were always the centre of attention and it wasn’t a surprise to you when you hear your name slip out of someone’s mouth, Draco’s name following a few seconds after.

You found yourself in the usual scene. You and Draco stood in front in each other, your arms crossed whilst his hands were shoved in his pockets, both staring down at each other as students from all years (mostly second years and a few from your year) circled around. Draco’s goons stood behind him attempting to act as intimidating but it always failed due to how funny it looked. Your two friends stood behind you as well looking slightly frustrated that it was happening again for the fourth time today.

You’d already be on your way to Potions Class, if not for Malfoy sniggering once you three walked past him. You instantly stopped in your tracks and turned around to respond, “Think something’s funny Malfoy?” Your reaction was what Draco was wanted to see since the moment you turned back, he had already made his way over to you.

“Yes actually, I find it hilarious that you’re still choosing to attend Potions when all you ever do is make mistakes,” Draco smirked.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “If you really want to know about mistakes, you should ask your parents.”

The older students drew in a sharp intake of breath once they heard your joke. Some tried to hold back their laughs whilst the younger students glanced at each other in a confused matter; they couldn’t quite catch onto the meaning. 

"You insolent little–”

Before Draco could finish his insult, your friends dragged you by the arms and pushed their way through the crowd. Once you were out of sight, one of your friends drops her grip on your arm and groaned.

“Jeez Y/N! You really couldn’t wait to have another moment with him, could you?” Your friend sighed in annoyance. You knot your eyebrows in confusion, but the blush appearing across your face was telling otherwise.

“If you’re implying that I only fight back for an opportunity to talk to him then you must be mistaken.”

Your other friend giggled “Please, everyone knows you have a thing for Malfoy,” she nudged you playfully. “and I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.” She winked and giggled once more.

The blush on your face grew even redder. “Sh-shut it!” you huff and take off, leaving your friends behind so they couldn’t see how flustered you were.

It was almost like every love story out there; a girl finds herself crushing on the bad boy when she knows she shouldn’t, and you definitely shouldn’t have a crush on Draco. You kept that as your top priority to survive through school, you swore to yourself to never fall for that wicked guy with his pompous attitude that always tempted you to punch him. Yet, one day, your heart decided to beat furiously at the touch of Draco’s hands when he tried to grab his quill from you as you stole it for a bit of fun. 

You didn’t know why your heart decided it was time for a bit of change in your life, specifically your love life. Maybe it was to do with Draco maturing body-wise or how you noticed that his looks started to appear attractive to you and you couldn’t help but observe the way he talks, the way he laughs, the way he gives you that smirk. Yeah, you were really crushing on him hard.

From that moment onwards, you found yourself more willing to respond to his insults and backtalk, sometimes slightly saying it in a flirty tone but Draco would be too heated up in the argument to notice. 

Your classmates gradually noticed how you’d react to Draco’s comments, you were awfully bad at hiding your small blushes as he passes by you in the hallways. Or in classes, after your argument was put on hold, you would give a nasty look at Draco before turning away to smile to yourself. 

No one could ignore your frequent stares at the boy and they found that to be quite shocking. However, it didn’t shock them as much when they started noticing that Draco started staring back.

●●●

Valentines Day arrived the next morning and everyone could be seen chatting joyfully, groups of girls could be seen standing by the side of the hallways shrieking at the sight of one of their friends receiving flowers from their admirer whilst a few couples were holding hands and walked down, exchanging sweet words as they smiled and laughed.

In the past, you didn’t care much for the event due to the fact you barely receive any chocolates, cards or flowers. You suppose this was because most guys and girls felt intimidated by you and saw you as someone who liked causing trouble and had a cheeky personality with the backtalk and all. Not that you cared.

In fact, up until now, you were glad you didn’t receive any love confessions from anyone as you were waiting for a specific boy to do it. For a while now you secretly hoped that there was a sign that Draco, too, liked you back because why else would Draco continue picking fights with another Slytherin? He could just really hate you, but you didn’t believe that nonsense.

Your first class of the day came to be Transfiguration. You and your friends arrived at the classroom a few minutes before the late bell, you three somehow managed to push through the many lovesick couples as well as holding your breath in with the overwhelming love potion aroma. Once you thought you were in the clear, you could see a small crowd had blocked the entrance to the room but Professor McGonagall had cleared them out by the time you got to the door.

“What’s happening here?” You asked Professor McGonagall.

Many heads perked up at the sound of your voice to which you noticed that most of your classmates had surrounded your desk. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but you were starting to feel nervous as you felt the many stares of your classmates.

“Oh Y/N! You’ve got something special waiting for you on your desk!” Professor McGonagall cooed, she pointed over and your classmates had moved out of the way for you to see what it was.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realised it was a medium-sized, pink box of chocolates shaped like a heart with a red ribbon wrapped around. Next to it was a bouquet of a singular red rose with a card placed on top. Everyone was grinning and giggling out of excitement.

“You’re such a lucky girl Y/N!” A girl cried out.

“Never thought I’d be jealous of you, I wish I was gifted one!” Another girl sniffled, wiping a fake tear away.

“Ugh, girls these days.” One of the guys in your class said before you hear a girly squeal, “You pinched me!” 

“Shut it Ronald.” You heard a girl say as a small mutter of ‘sorry’ followed after.

The situation was so embarrassing. You walked towards the gift and you could feel your face getting warmer. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet the eyes of your classmates because you felt so flustered that you could literally melt any second now. Your classmates had stepped a few metres away from your desk as they watch you examine the gifts. To think that someone had gifted you chocolates and flowers was something beyond your imagination, you didn’t think anyone would like you and that got you giddy. Your friends stood by your side and looked at you with anticipation, 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Aren’t you gonna read who it’s from?”

Everyone nods in agreement and eagerly waits for you to do so. They couldn’t help but gossip among themselves trying to guess who it was.

“I bet it’s that guy in Ravenclaw, I saw him staring at Y/N once during dinner.”

“Nah, It’s obviously Rowan. Heard him talk about her in the hallways a few days ago.”

“Or it could be Harry! They’ve talked a few times out of class.”

Gulping, you nervously grab the card and slowly flip it over. Your classmates, your friends and even Professor McGonagall were all leaning over to see who your admirer was. You haven’t a clue as to who gifted you these and you didn’t know how to react once you discover who it is.

“From your only valentine.”

Everyone groaned out of disappointment, some frowning while others whined out an “aww, that sucks.” They make their way back to their seats, leaving you to stand there alone with a blank face. Professor McGonagall gives you a small but sweet smile, rubbing your back as she, too, walks back to her desk. 

You felt disappointed, upset and frustrated. You had secretly wished for a name to be written so you could thank whoever it was after class, whether it’d be someone in your class or someone from another year or house. As thankful as you are to them, you secretly hoped it to be a specific name, you hoped to see Draco’s name.

A loud scoff filled the room as everyone’s heads whip towards the sound. You also turn to see who the perpetrator was and it was none other than Draco himself. You forgot that he was in the room, in fact, you didn’t notice him already seated in his chair when you entered the room. You were too distracted by the commotion to know that Draco was witnessing the whole scene. 

Draco leans back and shoves his hands in the pockets of his school pants. “I can’t believe someone thinks you’re special enough to be their valentines, they must be mental!” He laughs, his two goons joining in. 

You rolled your eyes. “Jealous Malfoy?”

“Ha! Me, jealous? Please, I received my very own valentines gift this morning.”

“You know your mother doesn’t count.”

Several of your classmates snicker at your joke. Draco scowls at you and crosses his arms, now sitting upright.

“I could get a shit ton of girls to go out with me if I wanted to.”

“Language Mr Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall scolds him.

“Any girl who’d want to go out with you would be called desperate.”

Everyone in the room was listening intently now, indulging themselves in the argument anticipating each comeback. Professor McGonagall couldn’t even find the right time to butt in and cut the argument off as you both kept bickering back and forth. 

“Whatever, someone must’ve slipped the poor git a love potion,” Draco said. “There’s no way he would find you good looking without one.”

A collection of gasps and low ‘ooh’s filled the room. You stood there speechless, Draco just called you ugly. Those words stung you and you could feel a slight twinge of pain in your heart.

“W-what?” You choked out.

“Did you really think you could get guys with a face like yours? You’re so clueless it hurts Y/L/N.”

At this moment, no one dared to talk let alone make a slight noise. The tension was so strong you could barely cut it with a sharp knife. Everyone was shocked whilst most of the girls felt offended at his unnecessary comment, shooting daggers at Draco. Your eyes began to water, clouding your vision as you force your mouth shut to hold back a sob but before you knew it, tears start to roll furiously down your cheek.

You make a run towards the door and rush off to god-knows-where but anywhere away from that room, from him. Professor McGonagall tries calling out your name and rushes after you but stopped at the door as she realised she couldn’t see you anymore. She, as well as most of your classmates, shoot a disappointed yet disgusted look at Draco who sits there in silence. Even his two goons fell silent. 

“Well done Malfoy, you’re one step closer to earning ‘dickhead of the century’ gold badge,” Ron said sarcastically. 

Draco shoots back a nasty look. “Want me to sell it to you when I win it, Weasley? Since it’s worth more than your family’s house; you could be doing your parents a favour and they’d finally see something useful in you.”

Ron shoots up with his fists balled up out of anger, ready to lunge at him but Hermione and Harry pull him back down. Hermione whispers to him in an attempt to calm him down, ‘It’s not worth it Ron.”

Draco didn’t flinch. Instead, he continues sitting there in silence, leaning over his desk as he bows his head. Draco couldn’t believe he made you cry, he immediately felt guilty. Surely witnessing your enemy finally cry because of you was an achievement, especially since it was Draco’s goal from the start. But why didn’t it make him happy? Why did it pain him instead? He wished he never said those words; it wasn’t even true and he knows that.

You were the opposite of what he said but he feared at the thought of you knowing his true feelings about you.

i had to cut it here because i feared it would become too long so i posted the other as a part two. also don’t hesitate to send in requests! + let me know what you think about this c:

[poetzproblem]

Have You Ever Really? Part III

A/N: Part III by request. There may also now be a part IV.  Under the cut, or read at FF.Net or AO3.

They don't win Nationals.

They don't even place after Finn Hudson's monumentally stupid attempt to kiss Rachel on stage at the end of their ill-advised duet. Rachel hadn't reacted quite quickly enough to dodge it completely, which had only made her effort to duck away from his unwanted attention even more obvious to the judges.

Santana had nearly ripped Finn apart as soon as they'd gotten off stage, and Quinn suspects her anger and disgust wasn't entirely on her own behalf. She's seemed oddly less antagonistic to Rachel ever since Rachel had come out to them—or maybe it's not odd at all. Maybe Santana actually feels an unexpected kinship with Rachel now over their mutual attraction to the ladies (even if Santana still isn't outright admitting what everyone already knows). Or maybe she just feels sorry for Rachel for nursing a hopelessly unrequited crush on Quinn.

Quinn wonders what Santana would think if she knew that Rachel's crush wasn't as hopeless as everyone believes.

All that Quinn knows for certain is that she hasn't been able to stop thinking about Rachel since she'd serenaded her in glee, and she'd grown more and more impatient and irritated every time that Rachel had scurried away from her in the hallways or sat across the room from her in their shared classes or suddenly decided that she absolutely had to hang all over Jesse St. James everytime that Quinn tried to approach her in glee. So, of course, Quinn had needed to make it clear to Rachel that she expects her to stop acting like a frightened little mouse and start acting like—well, like Rachel fucking Berry. Really? If Rachel has a thing for Quinn, then Quinn should get the same treatment as the boys in the form of thoughtful gifts left in her locker and weird couple's calendars and loud, dramatic (and often musical) declarations of Rachel's undying affection and loyalty.

What Quinn does get immediately following the kiss that missed, surreptitiously tucked into her duffle bag in their shared hotel room, is a foil-wrapped Hershey's kiss (undoubtedly from the craft services table that had been set up for the competing show choirs) taped to a handwritten note that says, 'I'm sorry. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss.'

Quinn feels a rush of warmth spread from her chest all the way up to the tips of her ears, and her eyes dart around the room in search of Rachel, only to be disappointed that she hasn't made her way back yet. Well, Quinn supposes that she'd actually beaten them all here before slipping away again to sulk in private over their loss. She doesn't see Kurt anywhere either, and he's been crashing in the girl's room with them.

Quinn gazes down at the note again, palming the candy kiss and catching her lip between her teeth to contain her grin—a grin that instantly disappears when Santana drops onto the mattress in front of her with a frown.

"That better not be some pathetic love note from Finnvasive." Quinn tucks it protectively against her chest. Santana's eyes narrow on the motion, but she doesn't make a grab for it. "It'd be just his style to come crawling back to you now that Berry dodged his slobbery advances in front of a thousand witnesses."

"I don't think there were that many people there today," Mercedes muses, rummaging around in her own suitcase for something or other.

"Enough for a well deserved public humiliation," Santana scoffs, crossing her arms. "If I was Berry, I'd've slapped him for trying that shit."

"Rachel is a professional," Tina chimes in with a dreamy, little smile. "I think she handled it the best way she could under the circumstances."

"You would," Quinn mutters under her breath, sending a glare her way.

"What was that, Quinnie?" Santana needles. "Why don't you share with the class?"

Quinn turns her glare on Santana. "Finn is an ass," is all she bothers to say.

Santana snickers. "True 'dat."

"He totally didn't pay attention to his cues," Brittany adds, throwing herself across the bed beside Santana. "Rachel's all about the sweet lady kisses now." She smiles at Santana, who blushes tellingly before glancing away.

"Which is still all kinds of weird, if you ask me," Mercedes says, shaking her head.

"No one did," Santana snaps.

Mercedes holds up her hands defensively. "Hey, I just mean that she's been moonin' over Finn for two years and all of a sudden she's singin' a love song to," she trails off with an embarrassed look towards Quinn. They all know who Rachel was singing to, but it's a truth that no one but Santana has been brave enough to say out loud in Quinn's presence.

"I'm surprised you're handling that so well," Santana muses with a smirk.

Quinn shrugs, mentally putting on her cool indifference like the mask it is. "It's hardly her fault that I'm irresistible."

Santana barks out a laugh. "You wish, Blondie."

"I'm sure Rachel will find someone else to focus her attention on soon enough," Tina offers with what Quinn supposes is meant to be a reassuring smile—it looks fake to Quinn.

"I guess you'd better make sure it isn't Mike," she warns Tina cattily.

Tina's brows furrow in confusion, but whatever she might have said is lost to the awkward silence that descends on the room when Rachel and Kurt step inside.

"What did we miss?" Kurt asks suspiciously after no one says anything for a solid thirty seconds.

Santana rolls her eyes. "Just our pity party for coming in twelfth."

Rachel whimpers, shrinking into herself. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes cast down to the floor as Kurt wraps an arm around her and gives her a comforting squeeze.

Tina reaches out to touch Rachel's arm with a sympathetic smile. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was Finn's," Quinn grits out, scowling at Tina.

"Don't sweat it, midget," Santana dismisses with a bored wave of her hand. Rachel glances at her in surprise before gazing around the room, as if to make sure no one else is actually blaming her for this. When her eyes finally settle on Quinn, Quinn offers her a meaningful smile, subtly motioning to the note still cradled against her torso. Rachel's eyes dart down and then back up, and Quinn knows she's gotten the message by the shy smile on her face.

They don't talk about it. They can't. They don't really have a moment where they can be alone for the rest of the night or the next morning when they're all rushing for the airport and then stuck together on a long bus ride of listening to Santana take shots at Finn while Finn constantly whines about it and Mr. Schuester yells at them all to remember they're a team.

And then Quinn is being whisked home by her mother, and even if she is entertaining the notion of letting Rachel Berry woo her, she's so not letting her mother clue into anything that's going on in her head right now.

But it becomes very clear on Monday morning that Rachel has taken Quinn's encouragement and run with it. There's a gardenia with a green ribbon tied into a bow waiting for Quinn inside her locker, which is just more proof that Rachel had been the one responsible for Quinn's prom corsage.

A fact that's confirmed when Quinn tracks down Rachel in the bathroom to ask her about the flower. 

"I wanted you to have a perfect night," she admits, picking nervously at the strap of her bag.

Quinn smiles, charmed by the admission. "Because you...like me?"

Rachel swallows nervously, nods once. "And because Finn didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about something that was obviously important to you."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I don't want to talk about him. I want to know how long you've liked me." Because this whole thing has seemed a little sudden and out of the blue. Mercedes hadn't been wrong about that.

Rachel catches her lower lip between her teeth and shrugs, looking mildly perplexed. "I'm not entirely sure. I think it's been happening for a while, but I failed to take note of it until…" Her cheeks turn a little pink. "Well, until I just did."

Quinn shakes her head, a bit perplexed herself. "I don't understand how you could. I've generally been awful to you." She'd slapped her at prom, for God's sake. "Unless...I mean, I get it if it's just a physical thing." It wouldn't be the first time Quinn had been the object of someone's dirty fantasies and it won't be the last. She's hot and she knows it. It's only natural for people who like girls to desire her. And yet the thought of that being all this is for Rachel bothers her more than she can put into words.

"That's not it," Rachel quickly denies, frowning adorably—as if she's angry at Quinn for even suggesting it. "I mean, it's obviously a factor. You're impossibly beautiful." And she blushes again, turning positively red. "But…" She runs her tongue across her lips (and why is Quinn only just noticing how often she does that and how sexy it is?) and takes a breath while she composes her thoughts. "When I told you that you're a lot more than that, I meant it, Quinn. You're smart and resilient and so much kinder than you give yourself credit for. Every time you've let me catch a small glimpse of the person you really are, I've only wanted to know more." She glances down to the floor, looking suddenly shy again. "I want to know you. To know who you are and what you're thinking. And I'm honestly not sure if I've ever cared enough to really know that about anyone else."

Quinn nearly loses her breath at that. "Not even Finn?"

Rachel huffs out a silent laugh. "I thought I did at one point, obviously, but the discovery of who Finn Hudson really is left something to be desired." She shrugs a little sadly. "I'm afraid there was only so much interest I could muster for video games and football."

Quinn bites back her smile. "How do you know the same thing won't happen with me?"

"I don't," Rachel concedes. "But I've seen the books you read for pleasure, so I suspect that you're going to keep me interested in knowing more about you for quite some time."

"More than just what it's like to kiss me?" Quinn husks, stepping closer.

Rachel's eyes widen, and she inhales sharply through her nose. "Did Finn tell you?"

Quinn frowns in confusion. "Tell me what?"

"That I asked him…" She cuts herself off, realization sparking in her eyes. "You were referring to the note, weren't you?"

Quinn's confusion disappears, and she grins ferally. Because she is smart, and she knows exactly what Rachel was about to say. "Did you ask Finn what it was like to kiss me?"

Rachel doesn't answer, but her blush does. "Why are you being so open to this? You should be telling me to stay away from you."

She probably should be, but she isn't going to. "I guess that's just one of those things you're going to have to discover about me." Quinn steps away from Rachel, shouldering her own bag before sending Rachel a wink. "Maybe you'll even get a first hand answer to that other question of yours. If you're up for it."

She leaves Rachel sputtering as she saunters out of the bathroom with an extra sway in her hips and a grin on her lips. It's the best she's felt about herself in a very long time, and if she's being honest, she thinks she's probably been mostly wooed by Rachel already. It hadn't taken much more than that little speech of hers. But Quinn isn't about to pass up the chance to be treated to more of the same.

It's really no surprise to anyone that Rachel once again has a song prepared for glee.

"Just a little something to lift our spirits after our disappointment," she explains, but there's a twinkle in her eyes when they seek out Quinn that Quinn fully understands the moment she begins to sing.

"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted. I fell right through the cracks And now I'm trying to get back."

Quinn barely stifles her giggle at Rachel's song choice. It's not exactly a standard love song, but the message is still pretty clear, especially when she's so obviously singing to Quinn.

"Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my best-est, And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention. I reckon it's again my turn To win some or learn some. But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait. I'm yours."

Rachel's dark eyes are on Quinn while she makes her musical declaration, but then Rachel is grinning and dancing around the rest of the room for the second verse, doing a fair job of pretending this is for the entire glee club. Quinn knows better, and when she glances around the room, she sees all their friends smiling and enjoying the performance.

But at the end, Rachel's eyes come right back to Quinn for her very last—

"This, oh this, this is our fate. I'm yours."

Quinn thinks she's pretty okay with that.

And Tina can suck it.