From me to you.
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hackthis_archiveI am notoriously anti-Valentine's Day (I'm pretty much inured to all non-drinking holidays). However, I am also completely enamored of you lot. So. From me to you, a series of drabbles in pretty much every fandom I've decided to mess about in.
Dear Valentine
Smallville
It’s the sort of holiday that Lex pretends doesn’t exist, and he’s doing a rather good job of it until he opens his e-mail and the messages start popping up.
Three from Gabe regarding the plant, one from his father reminding him of a bloody death. Two from exes who obviously still hate him, and one from Clark. The only one that actually counts.
The subject is entitled ‘Follow Me,’ and Lex momentarily ponders Clark’s other life as a cult guru.
Everything is fine until Lex clicks on the highlighted link and the inane music starts up.
His ears are going to be scarred for life, and it's definitely his speakers that are creating the tinny sound, so it must come from the file.
Only Clark would send him an e-greeting on Valentine's Day.
Truth be told, Lex can't quite understand how this e-mail can pop up in his inbox when he knows for a fact that Clark is at school. It's entirely possibly that Clark has been goofing around in the Talon office, and he managed to send it then, but really this is completely outside Lex's sphere of experience so who knows.
However, Lex's experience with archery is a bit better.
He has never played cupid on his laptop, and shouldn't this game come with better instructions than 'fire at random?' And yet, Lex is completely fascinated because who knew Clark was twisted enough to send Lex a game where he can shoot old men with arrows?
It's too much fun. Lex is not going to get anything done for the rest of the day.
His hand moves to the mouse of its own accord, and it takes him at least five minutes to realize that the bleeping isn't coming from the 'censored' flashers on the screen, but the flashing envelope indicating new mail.
When his newest message pops up, Lex can't help but grin in ways he knows he's not supposed to.
He never even bothered to look at the message that came with the game and obviously Clark knew that. That's why Lex now has an unsigned e-mail that says: "Something to keep you busy until I get off."
Lex doubts that Clark means this quite the way it reads, until he reads further along and catches the passage involving himself, Clark, lots of nakedness and Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream.
He's definitely not going to get anything done for the rest of the day.
That must have been Clark's plan all along.
It doesn't matter that Lex doesn't remember reading this in the small print regarding Saint Valentine.
Notes: Yes, this game exists. Go here to do nothing all day.
Harry Potter
There's a tiny pink heart floating around Harry's head when he wakes up, and it's the sort of thing that he automatically knows is only going to cause him grief for the rest of the day. He takes his glasses off and puts them back on three times hoping that he's seeing things.
He's not.
The heart doesn't have any sort of tag attached; it doesn’t even flash a name. The heart just hangs there, shimmering in pink and outlined in gold.
This new development is twenty times worse than the deranged cupid from fifth year, but not as bad as the dream where he goes to Potions in the buff.
The heart hovers next to Harry while he drags himself out of bed and slopes off to the toilet to wash. For one niggling moment Harry thinks of Muggle cameras, and hopes to Merlin that he's not being recorded in the bath. When he tries to grab the heart though, it's like trying to catch the Snitch without a broom. The heart dodges out of his grasp and floats just out of reach above his head.
After several seconds full of fruitless attempts, Harry gives in and goes off to get dressed with the heart hovering close by.
On the upswing, at least it doesn’t sing.
+++
Ron and Hermione look at him questioningly during breakfast and gesture to his latest acquisition, but Harry can't explain what has no reason.
His eyes flit between Ginny and Cho and every other girl in the Great Hall, but none of them are looking, or even not looking at him. Everyone is too busy 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing over their own Valentines, and Harry pays no attention when Hedwig drops several rolls of red parchment in his porridge.
As his eyes glide over the Slytherin table, Harry pretends as though he doesn't see the huge smirk on Malfoy's face.
Of course he would notice.
Sometimes Harry hates his life.
+++
Potions is particularly painful, even by Harry's standards, and Snape takes every opportunity possible to belittle Harry's latest plight.
Rolling his shoulders back, Harry decides that the best way to deal with this problem is to pretend that it's not there. Things only get worse when he's partnered up with Millicent Bulestrode, and Harry not sure how much more he can take.
He never notices the way the heart dims a little, as though it's distressed at being ignored
+++
Harry can be a trooper about most things, but spending all day with this heart flittering around him is really beginning to do his head in.
All through Quidditch practice the heart follows him like a stray dog, and if the twins make one more mocking comment someone is going to end up in the infirmary. It's on his way to the showers that Harry loses the plot.
"Just do something!" he explodes finally, trying to knock the heart away with his broom. His attempts are futile, and the little heart just keeps flashing and winking.
Like the end of a wand that's trying hard not to go out.
"What's wrong, Potter?" a voice drawls just when Harry thinks it can't get worse. "Don't you like the Valentine?"
Harry's loathe to turn around and face Malfoy because he doesn't need to be reminded that he looks like a git. Still, in for a knut and all that.
Malfoy stands with his arms crossed and that ever-present smirk on his face. Maybe Harry should try and knock Malfoy out with his broom. Surely that will make him feel better.
"Piss off, Malfoy," he says half-heartedly, the sweat from practise causing his robes to stick to his back.
Malfoy tilts his head to the side, looking almost hurt. "If I had known this was going to be your response, I never would have bothered."
Harry had opened his mouth, ostensibly to lob a smart quip, but he closes it again because that's certainly something he wasn't expecting to hear. It's not even something he had considered. He's quiet several seconds, reconsidering. "Is this your idea of a joke, Malfoy?"
"I'd never joke about giving someone my heart," Malfoy snaps, unfolding his arms, and opening open his right hand so the heart can fly into his outstretched palm.
"Oh."
"Is that all you can say? Oh?" Harry watches as the little pink heart flits over to Malfoy and begins to disintegrate into a gold dust. "If that's all I get I can certainly take it away where it won't bother you anymore." The heart becomes fainter and fainter until Harry's sure it's going to disappear at any second.
He has no idea what makes him lunge towards Malfoy so he can bat his hand away. "Don't do that!"
The heart hovers in mid-air, a shadow of what it was that morning, and Malfoy looks at him questioningly as though Harry has an idea of what he's doing. The words start spilling out of their own accord.
"I've been trying to catch it all day, but it won't come to me," Harry explains.
Malfoy is quiet, and Harry can feel himself being sized up. Being judged all over again.
"All you had to do is ask," Malfoy says finally.
Everwood
Amy wants to be Colin's Valentine. She gives him a card saying so.
The card is pink and tacky with poetry and flowers. Colin doesn't know who Walt Whitman is, and he doesn't know what to do with the card.
He sticks it in his locker between the Trig and Chemistry books.
When Ephram comes to his locker to pick up his copy of A Catcher in the Rye, Colin asks him what he's doing that night. Ephram gives him a strange look, but he says he doesn't have any plans.
Colin asks if he wants to hang out.
Ephram says sure.
+++
Colin wants to be Ephram's Valentine, and he tells him so over Papa John's pizza and The Usual Suspects on DVD.
Ephram pauses with a slice of pepperoni and mushroom half way to his mouth, and Colin watches anxiously as the cheese drips onto the Brown's carpeting. He only dares to look at Ephram's face when he hears the thud of the pizza going back in the box.
His mouth goes dry as Ephram licks his fingers clean before giving Colin a wry smile.
When Ephram kisses him, Colin tastes tomato sauce and Sunkist orange soda. It's his new favorite soft drink.
Afterwards, after the kiss, Colin randomly asks Ephram who Walt Whitman is, and Ephram starts to laugh.
Notes: For the philistines, Walt Whitman is/was an amazing, albeit very gay poet. Think like Oscar Wilde, only with poetry, and American.
LOTR RPS
For Kassie and Rabbit
2000 went like this:
Valentine’s Day had never been Orlando’s thing, but the hobbits, at least two of them, insisted that it was as important as St. Patrick’s Day, albeit with less alcohol involved.
Orli wasn’t so sure, but anything was worth a go. He simply had no idea how to go about the means he wanted to achieve. So rather than perhaps asking for help, or even alluding to the fact that he had someone in mind, he drank himself shitless down at the pub and went home alone to ring Atti and whinge about the man he couldn’t have.
2001 was a bit different.
Orli watched and listened as Sean planned the flowers and candy for his wife. He paid special attention to Peter making the reservations for his dinner with Fran. He even dropped a few eaves on Ian’s extremely dirty conversation with Nick.
Dom and Billy were conspicuously quiet about their plans which told Orlando all he needed to know.
He decided that none of these ideas were the correct course of action.
Orli thought about cooking and wooing, a word he had obviously picked up from hanging out with his intended target.
In the end , however, he decided that Viggo was a man who preferred gifts that required thought.
So Orli constructed a ramshackle heart from twigs and leaves and lots of other things that he found outside his trailer. He thought about painting it red and pink, but that was a bit much even with his eclectic tastes. It was enough for him that he was trying.
On Valentine’s Day, Orlando gave this nature-driven heart to Viggo and nearly pissed himself when Viggo didn’t say anything. That’s until Viggo smiled at him and presented him with a photograph that he said he wanted to get framed so he could have Orlando around all the time.
Dear Valentine
Smallville
It’s the sort of holiday that Lex pretends doesn’t exist, and he’s doing a rather good job of it until he opens his e-mail and the messages start popping up.
Three from Gabe regarding the plant, one from his father reminding him of a bloody death. Two from exes who obviously still hate him, and one from Clark. The only one that actually counts.
The subject is entitled ‘Follow Me,’ and Lex momentarily ponders Clark’s other life as a cult guru.
Everything is fine until Lex clicks on the highlighted link and the inane music starts up.
His ears are going to be scarred for life, and it's definitely his speakers that are creating the tinny sound, so it must come from the file.
Only Clark would send him an e-greeting on Valentine's Day.
Truth be told, Lex can't quite understand how this e-mail can pop up in his inbox when he knows for a fact that Clark is at school. It's entirely possibly that Clark has been goofing around in the Talon office, and he managed to send it then, but really this is completely outside Lex's sphere of experience so who knows.
However, Lex's experience with archery is a bit better.
He has never played cupid on his laptop, and shouldn't this game come with better instructions than 'fire at random?' And yet, Lex is completely fascinated because who knew Clark was twisted enough to send Lex a game where he can shoot old men with arrows?
It's too much fun. Lex is not going to get anything done for the rest of the day.
His hand moves to the mouse of its own accord, and it takes him at least five minutes to realize that the bleeping isn't coming from the 'censored' flashers on the screen, but the flashing envelope indicating new mail.
When his newest message pops up, Lex can't help but grin in ways he knows he's not supposed to.
He never even bothered to look at the message that came with the game and obviously Clark knew that. That's why Lex now has an unsigned e-mail that says: "Something to keep you busy until I get off."
Lex doubts that Clark means this quite the way it reads, until he reads further along and catches the passage involving himself, Clark, lots of nakedness and Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream.
He's definitely not going to get anything done for the rest of the day.
That must have been Clark's plan all along.
It doesn't matter that Lex doesn't remember reading this in the small print regarding Saint Valentine.
Notes: Yes, this game exists. Go here to do nothing all day.
Harry Potter
There's a tiny pink heart floating around Harry's head when he wakes up, and it's the sort of thing that he automatically knows is only going to cause him grief for the rest of the day. He takes his glasses off and puts them back on three times hoping that he's seeing things.
He's not.
The heart doesn't have any sort of tag attached; it doesn’t even flash a name. The heart just hangs there, shimmering in pink and outlined in gold.
This new development is twenty times worse than the deranged cupid from fifth year, but not as bad as the dream where he goes to Potions in the buff.
The heart hovers next to Harry while he drags himself out of bed and slopes off to the toilet to wash. For one niggling moment Harry thinks of Muggle cameras, and hopes to Merlin that he's not being recorded in the bath. When he tries to grab the heart though, it's like trying to catch the Snitch without a broom. The heart dodges out of his grasp and floats just out of reach above his head.
After several seconds full of fruitless attempts, Harry gives in and goes off to get dressed with the heart hovering close by.
On the upswing, at least it doesn’t sing.
+++
Ron and Hermione look at him questioningly during breakfast and gesture to his latest acquisition, but Harry can't explain what has no reason.
His eyes flit between Ginny and Cho and every other girl in the Great Hall, but none of them are looking, or even not looking at him. Everyone is too busy 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing over their own Valentines, and Harry pays no attention when Hedwig drops several rolls of red parchment in his porridge.
As his eyes glide over the Slytherin table, Harry pretends as though he doesn't see the huge smirk on Malfoy's face.
Of course he would notice.
Sometimes Harry hates his life.
+++
Potions is particularly painful, even by Harry's standards, and Snape takes every opportunity possible to belittle Harry's latest plight.
Rolling his shoulders back, Harry decides that the best way to deal with this problem is to pretend that it's not there. Things only get worse when he's partnered up with Millicent Bulestrode, and Harry not sure how much more he can take.
He never notices the way the heart dims a little, as though it's distressed at being ignored
+++
Harry can be a trooper about most things, but spending all day with this heart flittering around him is really beginning to do his head in.
All through Quidditch practice the heart follows him like a stray dog, and if the twins make one more mocking comment someone is going to end up in the infirmary. It's on his way to the showers that Harry loses the plot.
"Just do something!" he explodes finally, trying to knock the heart away with his broom. His attempts are futile, and the little heart just keeps flashing and winking.
Like the end of a wand that's trying hard not to go out.
"What's wrong, Potter?" a voice drawls just when Harry thinks it can't get worse. "Don't you like the Valentine?"
Harry's loathe to turn around and face Malfoy because he doesn't need to be reminded that he looks like a git. Still, in for a knut and all that.
Malfoy stands with his arms crossed and that ever-present smirk on his face. Maybe Harry should try and knock Malfoy out with his broom. Surely that will make him feel better.
"Piss off, Malfoy," he says half-heartedly, the sweat from practise causing his robes to stick to his back.
Malfoy tilts his head to the side, looking almost hurt. "If I had known this was going to be your response, I never would have bothered."
Harry had opened his mouth, ostensibly to lob a smart quip, but he closes it again because that's certainly something he wasn't expecting to hear. It's not even something he had considered. He's quiet several seconds, reconsidering. "Is this your idea of a joke, Malfoy?"
"I'd never joke about giving someone my heart," Malfoy snaps, unfolding his arms, and opening open his right hand so the heart can fly into his outstretched palm.
"Oh."
"Is that all you can say? Oh?" Harry watches as the little pink heart flits over to Malfoy and begins to disintegrate into a gold dust. "If that's all I get I can certainly take it away where it won't bother you anymore." The heart becomes fainter and fainter until Harry's sure it's going to disappear at any second.
He has no idea what makes him lunge towards Malfoy so he can bat his hand away. "Don't do that!"
The heart hovers in mid-air, a shadow of what it was that morning, and Malfoy looks at him questioningly as though Harry has an idea of what he's doing. The words start spilling out of their own accord.
"I've been trying to catch it all day, but it won't come to me," Harry explains.
Malfoy is quiet, and Harry can feel himself being sized up. Being judged all over again.
"All you had to do is ask," Malfoy says finally.
Everwood
Amy wants to be Colin's Valentine. She gives him a card saying so.
The card is pink and tacky with poetry and flowers. Colin doesn't know who Walt Whitman is, and he doesn't know what to do with the card.
He sticks it in his locker between the Trig and Chemistry books.
When Ephram comes to his locker to pick up his copy of A Catcher in the Rye, Colin asks him what he's doing that night. Ephram gives him a strange look, but he says he doesn't have any plans.
Colin asks if he wants to hang out.
Ephram says sure.
+++
Colin wants to be Ephram's Valentine, and he tells him so over Papa John's pizza and The Usual Suspects on DVD.
Ephram pauses with a slice of pepperoni and mushroom half way to his mouth, and Colin watches anxiously as the cheese drips onto the Brown's carpeting. He only dares to look at Ephram's face when he hears the thud of the pizza going back in the box.
His mouth goes dry as Ephram licks his fingers clean before giving Colin a wry smile.
When Ephram kisses him, Colin tastes tomato sauce and Sunkist orange soda. It's his new favorite soft drink.
Afterwards, after the kiss, Colin randomly asks Ephram who Walt Whitman is, and Ephram starts to laugh.
Notes: For the philistines, Walt Whitman is/was an amazing, albeit very gay poet. Think like Oscar Wilde, only with poetry, and American.
LOTR RPS
For Kassie and Rabbit
2000 went like this:
Valentine’s Day had never been Orlando’s thing, but the hobbits, at least two of them, insisted that it was as important as St. Patrick’s Day, albeit with less alcohol involved.
Orli wasn’t so sure, but anything was worth a go. He simply had no idea how to go about the means he wanted to achieve. So rather than perhaps asking for help, or even alluding to the fact that he had someone in mind, he drank himself shitless down at the pub and went home alone to ring Atti and whinge about the man he couldn’t have.
2001 was a bit different.
Orli watched and listened as Sean planned the flowers and candy for his wife. He paid special attention to Peter making the reservations for his dinner with Fran. He even dropped a few eaves on Ian’s extremely dirty conversation with Nick.
Dom and Billy were conspicuously quiet about their plans which told Orlando all he needed to know.
He decided that none of these ideas were the correct course of action.
Orli thought about cooking and wooing, a word he had obviously picked up from hanging out with his intended target.
In the end , however, he decided that Viggo was a man who preferred gifts that required thought.
So Orli constructed a ramshackle heart from twigs and leaves and lots of other things that he found outside his trailer. He thought about painting it red and pink, but that was a bit much even with his eclectic tastes. It was enough for him that he was trying.
On Valentine’s Day, Orlando gave this nature-driven heart to Viggo and nearly pissed himself when Viggo didn’t say anything. That’s until Viggo smiled at him and presented him with a photograph that he said he wanted to get framed so he could have Orlando around all the time.
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Date: 2003-02-14 09:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-14 09:48 am (UTC)Happiness with pizza.. *sigh*
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Date: 2003-02-14 09:58 am (UTC)It doesn't matter that Lex doesn't remember reading this in the small print regarding Saint Valentine.
I like jaded but secretly schmoopy Lex and Clark who sends him the e-greeting that I could so see him doing but this... this is where my heart really melted
"I've been trying to catch it all day, but it won't come to me," Harry explains finally.
Malfoy is quiet, and Harry can feel himself being sized up. Being judged all over again.
"All you had to do is ask," Malfoy says.
Woobie!!!!
and this
When Ephram kisses him, Colin tastes tomato sauce and Sunkist orange soda. It's his new favorite soft drink.
Just made me all sorts of happy.
Who cares if I don't have a valentine, I have lots of loves!
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Date: 2003-02-18 05:02 pm (UTC)When Ephram kisses him, Colin tastes tomato sauce and Sunkist orange soda. It's his new favorite soft drink.
Just made me all sorts of happy.
Who cares if I don't have a valentine, I have lots of loves!
Happy Late VD. Notice the STD in that whole statement? Exactly. *g*
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Date: 2003-02-14 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-14 10:06 am (UTC)*overcome by strange emotion, could be happiness*
Ok, ok. You want some return on your investment? Ima do it! lol
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Date: 2003-02-14 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-14 10:26 am (UTC)Orlando. I'm in love with you.
The HP was too, too cute.
Will you be my Valentine, Z?
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Date: 2003-02-14 03:52 pm (UTC)absolutely *g*
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Date: 2003-02-14 10:27 am (UTC)*adores*
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Date: 2003-02-14 11:28 am (UTC)::: doing happy dance ::::
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Date: 2003-02-14 02:57 pm (UTC)damn you for giving me a little piece of joy, a mother fucking 'bright spot' on such an inauspicious day.
i really do love you.
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Date: 2003-02-14 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-14 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-14 07:19 pm (UTC)hehehehehehe, too funny!
Dom and Billy were conspicuously quiet about their plans which told Orlando all he needed to know.
and i love this line! no, don't ask why. {se}
and i just think this is the sweetest thing! and perfect for orlando and viggio:
So Orli constructed a ramshackle heart from twigs and leaves and lots of other things that he found outside his trailer. He thought about painting it red and pink, but that was a bit much even with his eclectic tastes. It was enough for him that he was trying.
On Valentine’s Day, Orlando gave this nature-driven heart to Viggo and nearly pissed himself when Viggo didn’t say anything. That’s until Viggo smiled at him and presented him with a photograph that he said he wanted to get framed so he could have Orlando around all the time.
thank you!
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Date: 2003-02-15 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-15 01:30 pm (UTC)although maybe it's more like junior high, where it's like, "YOU? -you- like me? me? you? like?" or something like that -.-
and then more blushing and stammering and melting ("OH! you! whoah!") and stuff :D
er, i dunno -.-
i love romantic comedies, if you can't tell.
it's weird thinking of harry as being plucky and adorably dreamy as well as cutely practical (he seems to swing both ways).
Harry can be a trooper about most things, but spending all day with this heart flittering around him is really beginning to do his head in.
wah. he's such a -woobie-, all sensible, but poor dear, some things are Just Too Much even for our intrepid hero >:D<
and it's true. harry -is- a trooper, most definitely. and draco's like a the fly in the ointment, the tangle in his hair, the rain on his sunny day, except you know, cute and secretly irresistible. or not-so-secretly.
i think i summed it all up when i said this is what dreams are made of, but you know, just elaborating as usual~:)
definitely a valentine, because that's all about the dreamiest, most wishful and delightful side of love, isn't it? that hope/feeling that yes, dreams can come true and maybe life can be a unexpectedly perfect?
i dunno. it's that whole cupid thing :D
wah. i should've drawn cupid.
in the end, there's just this (http://www.core.binghamton.edu/~lorien/story/hpics/hdvalentine.jpg), which was sort of like a response valentine to your fic. because, you know. i feel the love~:)
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Date: 2003-02-17 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-17 04:45 pm (UTC)And oh, the HP. The little heart! I mean, seriously man. <3!!11 Is wonderful. And so cute. And Draco is just, perfect. And then ending made me just break into a million sparkly little pieces. Fantastic. *loves*
RPS is good also. I'm not much of a Viggo person, but you know, you really charmed me here. Because, Orlando is, yes. And that's a good thing, and I approve.
Hope your Valentine's Day was peachy. :-D