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jillsandwhichs · 2 months ago

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Heart on my sleeve

A Valenfield Story, Chapter 6, Impactful

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Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: Jill & Chris attend that R.P.D party they've all had to wait for. Chris gets into a dispute with Irons which leads to Jill comforting him

WC: 2.6k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Jill looked down at her dress. Is she seriously going to wear this? It just doesn't feel right. She's so used to wearing work clothes or casual sleepwear. She's never this dressed up. Then again, it is for an event. Jill has been lowkey dreading this day for the sole fact she has to dress up, but she's already here and there is no turning back. She'll stride in with confidence.

It's 5:25. The party only began almost thirty minutes ago. Chris and the others are most likely inside waiting on her. Yesterday Chris expressed how it'll be nice to have her there and how badly he wants to see her all dolled up. Jill remembers laughing at his words. He's going to be in for a world of disappointment. She looks bad in a dress; That's how she thinks at least.

It's nothing too major either. It's just a black cocktail dress. The flyer said formal/elegant wear is encouraged and this is the best that Jill had on hand.

Opening her car door, she pulled her dress down and fixed it. She doesn't want to look a fool in that place. There are a lot of higher ups and rich people. It's not that she cares about her looks or what people think of her-it's mainly Chris. Jill wants him to find her beautiful. It's safe to say that yes, she does infact care about his opinion, but only his. These past few weeks have changed her in a way; Only with him.

Jill traversed into the building. The contrast of the outside versus inside was intense. Outside, it was quiet. You could hear brushes rustling and birds chirping. Inside was much different. It was loud. Jill heard people talking from all angles. Glasses clinked, people chewed and footsteps were everywhere. It's as if she's hyperactive. This sucks.

She looked around the Main Hall but couldn't seem to find Chris. He could be anywhere. The only person Jill saw and recognized was Richard. He's apart of the Bravo team. He's kind enough. She can ask him where Chris is but she doesn't want to be a bother. He's talking to a group of people and she feels rude just butting in.

Walking over to the drink bar, Jill quickly poured herself a glass of wine and sipped on it. What a relief. She can get a bit buzzed, this is good. She scanned the room again. Yeah, Chris is no where in sight. This is a disaster. It's not that serious, but she doesn't want to appear as a loner. She's a social girl, for the most part. She surely won't be speaking to anybody new though. Chris, that's it, maybe others if they speak to her first.

Jill leaned up against one of the wooden beams attached to the staircase near the entrance of the police station. This makes it so she has a better view of the room(s). She hopes that she'll randomly see Chris.

As she was sipping her cold wine, she was jump scared by a random hand touching her shoulder. "Fuck." She turned her head. It was just Barry. "Hey," He chuckled. "Didn't mean to scare you." "It's okay." Jill laughed it off. "It's good to see you." "Likewise. When did you get here?" "Just now. Five minutes ago at best." "I see. I bet you're wondering where Chris is at?" "Yes, I am." Jill cackled. Barry read her mind. "Heh, figures. Just follow me, we were all in the East side office." "Oh."

Jill followed behind Barry. Her glass was still in her hand but close to empty. She should've done more searching. "You look great by the way. Nice to see you all dressed up." Barry was so kind. "Thank you. You look dapper." Jill chuckled. She meant it. He cleans up nice. Kathy is a lucky lady; She is Barry's wife.

Entering the East office, you saw a couple people, including Chris. It was Kathy, Brad, Chris and some other guy. Chris's face lit up when he saw Jill. She was gorgeous, he can't even try to hide his excitement. He set his Whiskey glass down and ambled towards her. "Jill, hey. I'm happy to see you." "It's great to see you Chris." Jill set her wine glass down and hugged him. Her arms went around his neck. It was definitely an embrace of relief.

Chris hugged her back. His large arms went around her slim waist. "You look perfect." Chris huffed against her ear. Jill smiled but he couldn't tell. That meant everything. "Thank you. You're very handsome." She complimented him back.

He released her but his hands lingered on her waist for a bit until he realized that everyone's eyes were on them. He then let her go and cleared his throat. Jill did the same but she also pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It's good to see you as well Brad." Jill said softly. "Yeah, hi, you look lovely." "You do too." Jill smiled, giving him a nod.

Kathy waved to Jill. "Hi." Jill spoke. "It's nice to see you in person Kathy." "Sure is. Hello Jill." They shook hands respectively.

It felt a bit more awkward now because everyone is being quiet. Jill decided to brush it off.

After they all began talking again, Jill whispered to Chris. "Can we go for a walk? Just us?" "Yes, let's go." Chris whispered back to her and took her hand. No one really seemed to care that they left.

"Kids being kids, am I right?" Barry said to Kathy. "They're definitely going to hookup sooner or later." "Cheers to that." Barry bellowed. Kathy snorted and clinked her glass with his.

"God I felt suffocated in there!" Jill said freely once they got outside through the East side exit. Chris laughed and nodded. "Me too." "Chris, you look great." Jill looked him up and down. "You do too... Really really great." He said breathlessly. Jill gazed up at the sky. It was almost six already. They spent a lot of time just talking and drinking in the East office. Jill and Chris didn't really drink though. Maybe a glass or two.

The sky has a pink and blue tint to it; It reminded Jill of cotton candy. She glanced back down and saw Chris gazing at her. "The sky is beautiful." "It is." He replied. "I almost didn't come tonight." "But it's required." "I don't care. I didn't want to. I don't like social events." "Me either." Chris responded before sitting down on the black steel steps. The steps have a bunch of little holes on each one. It's just how they were designed.

Jill sighed deeply. She did look beautiful. Chris thinks she could be a model. The way that black dress is wrinkled yet so tight on her. It's sexy even. Her flats were a cherry on top. They have a cute little red ribbon attached to them. Her brunette hair was as it always is but Chris found her natural hair to be gorgeous. Everything about her is drawing him in. She's perfect. She's the definition of ethereal.

"Kathy was sweet." Jill striked up a conversation. "She is. She's like the mom of the team." Chris cackled. "Seems like it. I like her already." "Good to hear." Chris smirked. Jill took a seat beside Chris. Their view was out to the black pavement and hedges. It's beside the courtyard. Outside of the R.P.D is kept up daily. It's pretty even. Jill was surprised her first day here by how up kept it was.

"I'm surprised it hasn't snowed today." "Pfft yeah, Winter here has its moments." Chris said quietly. "You aren't cold or anything?" "No, I feel fine, don't worry." Jill said softly, resting her head in her hand. "Good," He sighed, "If you do get cold, we can go inside." "Okay." Jill nodded. She appreciates his friendliness. He's a sweetheart. A dear.

They were sitting side by side. There was a light breeze going on, it felt so nice. There is a tint of peace to this moment. Jill felt happy, much more than she did before. Being alone with Chris is always lovely. She's so grateful she's gotten the chance to meet him and to get to know the real him. Chris isn't the man these people made him out to be. They just don't know him.

Jill turned her head to look at Chris. She sighed deeply. Chris glanced over at her. "You okay?" "Mhm." "You sure?" "Yeah. I'm just tired and a bit dazed from the wine." Jill giggled. Chris snorted. "I'm sure." He smirked, his head leaning against the black railing. "I also plan to order some Chinese tonight which will make me so dazed and happy." Jill snickered. "Lucky girl. I'm just having leftovers." Jill giggled at his words.

She is lucky, in more ways than just that.

The wind picked up and caused Jill's hair to blow around. She giggled and tried to tame her wild hair. "Gotta love when that happens, right?" Chris teased, watching her in admiration. "Definitely!" She snickered and ended up giving up once the wind calmed down. "Has your hair ever been longer than it is now?" "Yes, in my late teens. I cut it only recently." "I bet it looks beautiful long." "It does." Jill confirmed.

Chris would love to see someday.

He sighed deeply and stared at her. "I know this is random but Jill, I really am happy I've had to chance to meet you." "Me too Chris." Jill gazed at him. The look of love. It's too evident. "I think you're a great guy. Everyone was wrong about you." "You really think so?" "Mhm." Jill nodded while tucking in her lower lip. Chris was practically gawking at her. "You've changed me... Kind of..." "You've definitely changed me." Jill laughed out, smiling even more.

She felt a surge of warmth run through her. Jill knows this feeling. It's the feeling of adrenaline mixed with excitement. It isn't a fearful adrenaline like life or death. No, it's nervousness and shyness; It's an overload. Jill was blushing too but so was Chris. As for him, he hasn't felt this before. No woman has been capable of doing so until he met Jill. He wouldn't call his puppy love as to him, it's much more.

Jill's face leaned a bit closer to his. Their bodies were touching as they sat side by side. Chris brought his face closer to hers as well. Their hearts were both on overdrive. Jill could feel her eyes beginning to flutter shut. Chris closed his. The need to kiss her was overpowering and needed.

But of course, of fucking course, they get interrupted.

Right at Chris went to press his lips to her, they both immediately pulled away when the door just a few feet from them opened. It was Brad. What a fucking idiot. "Chris," He looked back and forth between Chris and Jill. He knew what was up. He chuckled awkwardly. "Irons wants to see you in the Main Hall." "Why?" Chris asked in a disappointed, disearning tone. "No clue but I advise you get going before big man gets mad." Brad the jogged back inside.

Jill looked up at Chris. Her eyes were soft and doe-like. A tint of sadness was clear in them. Chris felt despair. Not only was he not able to feel her lips and touch but now that bastard wants a word with Chris. "I'll be back in a few. Stay put, okay?" "I'll be here." Jill twinkled. "Good." Chris gave her a small wave and as did she.

Once the door closed, Jill let out a deep breath. "Holy fuck." She muttered as she set her hand over her heart. It was pumping so fast. That was such an adrenaline rush. She can't just not kiss him now. She wants to, badly. She hasn't had physical contact like this in so long and definitely not with someone like Chris. Not with someone Jill actually feels something for.

She stood up and began to pace back and forth.

"Hurry up Chris." She whispered to herself.

After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open and Jill turned around to look at Chris. "There you are." She said in a soft tone as she stepped closer to him. "Here I am." His voice was husky. A look of concern appeared on Jill's face. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'm just sick of Iron's bullshit." Chris scoffed and sat down on the steps again. Jill was swift to do the same. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"He sounds terrible." "He is." "I'm so sorry." "It's not a problem. I hope he retires or gets fired." Chris snorted. Jill cackled and nodded. "Me too then." How he feels, she feels. Brian Irons does seem like a total dickwad.

Chris's head shifted to face her. He sighed softly and glanced at the hand on his shoulder. It's so tiny and soft looking. Jill is pale. Chris finds it attractive. "What did Irons want or say?" "He called me a bunch a names and made me give something to Captain Wesker. It was a bunch of bullshit." "So it seems. I wish i could've been with you, I would've given him a taste of his own medicine." "Then you would've been fired." "For a good cause." Her eyes glimmered whilst she hosted a mischievous grin.

He pressed his forehead against hers and hummed. Jill moved her hand from his shoulder and instead to the side of Chris's face. He had a faint stuble coming in. Jill's rosey cheeks made Chris's turn into a peachy color too. She's beautiful. He's handsome.

Chris didn't want to waste anytime. He pressed his lips to hers and cupped her face in his hands. Jill let out a soft, tranquil sound. The sudden kiss was unexpected but also amazing. Jill giggled against his lips and deepend the kiss. She caressed the side of his face and slowly moved her hand to his hair. Chris just held onto her thin face. Touching her like this is what he's wanted since day one.

"I've been thinking about this and hoping for it." Jill said between their light pecks. Chris chortled. "Me too, constantly."

After a few more kisses, Jill pulled away. She was breathing heavily and in a consistent manner. That was so passionate and gentle. Chris was so careful with her. That was something else. Chris laughed and removed his hands from her face. "I promise you that isn't just from my Whiskey." "I know." Jill bit her lip. "And I promise that wasn't just from my wine."

So they both admit it. They kissed willingly. They both wanted it bad. For a few moments, they just looked at each other. Jill was the one to break the silence. "I'm getting a bit chilly. Can we head inside? We can sit in the office, just us." "Yeah, sure, come here." Chris helped her up. "I have a key, we can just enter through here." Chris referred to the staircase and the door at the top of it. "Okay."

They walked up together and Chris opened the door for her. "After you." "Thanks." Jill snickered. Chris conveyed in after her and closed the door. Jill locked her arm with his and they made way to the S.T.A.R.S office together.

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harringtons-cupid · 2 years ago

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Valentines day - Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Wc: 2k

Warnings 18:

Fluff: Established relationship, kissing, gift exchange, dancing. Smut: Public sex, party sex, daddy kink, creampies, clit spanking, squirting, fingering. Cock warming, ear nibbling.

Tagged: @sweet-villain @harrys-four-nipples @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme @josephquinnsbitchywitch @bisexual-byers @urlbitchin

I want to thank @thelastofharrington for their NSFW Steve Harrington Alphabet that inspired this piece of work. I hope it's just as good as the original.

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Valentine’s Day, there was always a party at Steve Harringtons for Valentine’s Day.

You hated it, the intimate time you wanted to spend with him was gone. But as you saw how excited he was, you bit your tongue. Even if you weren’t able to be completely alone with Steve, you knew he would make it up to you.

After all his infamous parties always gave him time to sneak off and be with you, each year the party would be themed with different Valentine’s Day items.

This year, Steve wanted to go for a sexual Valentine’s Day theme with everyone growing a little bit older, this excited you more. Giving you the opportunity to dress sexily for Steve knowing that he would rip it off you in a heartbeat.

He loved public sex, especially at his parties. His bedroom would usually be locked at a certain time with both of you inside, you enjoyed the thrill of hearing people nosily downstairs and fall onto the bedroom door thinking it was the bathroom.

As you helped him hang up love hearted banner with the words “naked people only” as a joke across his doorway, you gazed at him fondly.

You and Steve had been together for a few years but this was the first year out of school and you were excited for the night ahead.

He helped you bake the cupcakes and Valentine’s Day themed food, standing behind you as you guided him with the piping bag in the shape of a penis. His laugh echoed into your ear as he peppered you with kisses.

Disappearing back to your own house, you began to plan out your outfit in your head. Your friends were waiting on your doorstep as you pulled up to your house, all squealing in excitement as they waved the party flyers in their hands.

Their full bags around their shoulders pushing past each other in a flurry of excitement and nervousness, the babble of voices filled your room as you swapped ideas for outfit choices.

Hours later, you all stood in front of the floor length mirror of your bedroom. You were wearing a red lingerie set, over a little black dress that clung to your curves. Your red stockings were covered by knee length boots that just touched below your dress.

Your friends were in similar dresses, their hair in different styles all smiley and giggly as they admired themselves.

The party began at 6PM, bottles clinked on the bed as you poured drinks into cups that you provided. You slowed your drinking as they danced in your bedroom, your mind flashed to Steve and you felt excited to see him.

Disappearing into your bathroom, you snuck your Polaroid camera in with you. Angling it perfectly, you held it with the flash facing your body and smiled. Capturing your outfit in the light, waiting for it to develop before entering your bedroom.

The white bag sat on the table, it was filled with a few Valentine’s Day themed nicknacks as you nearly placed the photo into a suitable envelope and kissed it. Imprinting your red lipstick stain onto the seal.

Your friends were too distracted to notice you, gradually getting tipsier and tipsier by the second. You drank your weak Vodka and cranberry until it was time to stumble over to the party. They all clambered into the back of your car, all giggly and full of alcohol.

When you arrived the party was already in full swing, people were noisily shouting over each other. You were all handed a valentine's themed cocktail on the door, smiling to yourself at the thought that Steve used your idea. The beer pong table had crowds of people surrounding it, the kitchen was full of rambling people eating the food you and Steve had made earlier on in the day.

Your friends vanished into various rooms, all in pursuit of their crushes. You gazed around until your eyes landed on your tipsy boyfriend, smiling as he began to jeer at the sight of you.

Cupping your face with his free hand and kissing you, tipsily looking down at your outfit and whistling. You giggled against his face as you kissed him again.

“I have a present for you” you whispered to him, watching his eyes light up.

Placing his drink down on the nearest surface, he mumbled some words before disappearing off and returning with his own gift bag for you. Pulling you away from the crowds and into his bedroom, you smiled at him. Finally able to hear yourself think, you traded bags both gasping at the contents.

Inside, Steve had written little notes carefully shaped into hearts. Each note was written for a different reason to why he loved it. Surrounded by red and pink tissue paper there was a red velvet box. Opening it, to expose a gold locket necklace with a tiny photo of you both inside.

Throwing your arms around him with joy, kissing his cheeks and lips aggressively before nodding towards his bag. Watching him peer inside, your face began hurting from how much you were smiling. His eyes filled with happiness as he bought out the items, amongst the polaroid photograph of yourself there was a small gold chain, a long love letter and for a joke some condoms.

He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss, knocking both bags onto the floor as you fell on top of him. His hands trailing down your body, underneath your dress and playing with your lingerie. Grinding you against him with his hands, groaning softly into your mouth as your red lipstick stained his lips.

Staying there until a loud knock echoed through the white wooden door, startling you both as Steve’s name was called out. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he adjusted his boxers and opened the door. Not given a second to answer before he was pulled out the room, you laughed at his reaction before placing both bags neatly on his desk and following the commotion.

Steve was being forced to stand upside down on a keg stand whilst the rest of his friends cheered him on, you watched from the balcony in disbelief. Deciding to ignore the boistiorus behaviour, you headed into the kitchen where your friends were lurking around the counter gossiping. They squealed at the sight of you, pulling you into the circle as you poured yourself a drink.

The night got busier and noisier, you were on your 4th drink of the night when Steve found you. He had calmed down since the keg, all smiley and flirty as he flung his arm around you. Pulling you away from your friends, the living area was packed with people kissing and dancing together. Grabbing you by the waist, he slammed his body into the wall as he lifted up your dress and began to kiss your neck.

Moaning into your skin as you cautiously looked around as his hands circled your clit, your cheeks flushing red as you felt yourself moan softly. Closing your eyes tightly as you relaxed into the motions of his fingers, feeling between your wet folds until he managed to slide a finger inside you.

His coat dangled off you as you hid behind the sofa, the other couples were too preoccupied to notice. More people flooded in, hiding you both even more as Steve’s fingers curled inside you with his thumb playing with your clit. His boner digging into your ass as you grinded yourself against him with the friction, groaning into his mouth as you bent your head backwards.

The music grewer louder as so did your moans, gasping as you felt your legs shake. The high of your orgasm crept up on you, shaking against his as you came hard all over your shoes and his floor. He continued until you whimpered for him to stop.

Grinning at you, he unbuckled his jeans slightly letting his hard cock slid down your ass cheek and into your cunt. You both moaned loudly as your dripping cunt took him whole, a few people turned to look at you but Steve stayed still. His cock throbbing inside you until they turned their backs, he began to slowly thrust inside you.

Bending you forward slightly to allow you to use the sofa for support, his cock slid in and out of you as your moans unheard under the gaggle of voices. Biting your lip as his cock hit your soft spot, his hands grasping onto your waist as he thrusted hard inside you.

Your eyes fell onto your group friends as his hand spanked your clit underneath your dress, watching as they began to get closer to you both. Falling onto the nearest chair, you both gasped as his cock was shoved deeper inside you.

Rocking yourself back and forth on his lap until your friends stood in front of you, your dress hid his naked flesh as it throbbed inside you. Mumbling your words to them until they saw someone they liked, rushing away from you.

The second their bodies were away from the sofa, his cock was hitting your walls hard. Your cunt clenching around him as your moans got louder, almost matching the music. Pulling you back to hit his chest, his moans were clearer as his hands moved you on his cock.

“You’re so naughty, riding my cock in public. I bet you’d love to be fucked full of me cum in front of all these people wouldn’t you?” he growled, nibbling down on your ear.

You whined at his words, grinding quicker against his cock. Gripping onto the chair for support as you heard him whisper ‘fuck’ into your ear, his cock twitched inside you. The chair creaked from the movements of your bodies together, your friends were nowhere to be seen as his tip slammed into your soft spot.

His body shook underneath you, his hands played with your clit hard as you felt yourself move closer to your orgasm. Leaning further against his chest, your moans were directly into his ear as the sounds of you both were drowned out even further by the speakers blaring loudly.

“I’m going to cum Steve” you moaned loudly, he moved his hands from your clit and wrapped them tightly around your waist. Holding you down onto his cock as he thrusted hard inside you, your legs shook as you felt yourself cum.

"Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy" he grunted, his hands digging into your skin.

Squirting all over both of your bodies, coating the chair in your cum. He groaned loudly, as his cock twitched inside you. Using your cum as lube, he thrusted closer to his own orgasm.

Within seconds, you heard him whine into your ear as you felt his warm sticky cum empty inside you. Gasping as you continued to grind yourself against his cock, not moving out of you until his cum was deep inside you.

Catching your breath, you stayed on his lap until you both felt ready to walk through the crowd. Grinning at each other, you turned around and cupped his face with your hands kissing him roughly.

“I love you” smiling against his face, your body dripping with both sweat and cum.

“You know I love you too” he grinned, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

This was a Valentine's Day that would not be able to be topped.

Tidying yourselves up, you pulled Steve into the middle of the dancefloor. Holding him close as you danced to the music, grinning up at him. Your arms dangled off his neck as your eyes stayed on him, you didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as you loved Steve. Your cunt still throbbing from missing his cock inside you, your legs weak as you slowly danced with him. The love drunk look on his face, showed you that he was feeling the same.

“We may have to do that again, later tonight. My cock is already missing you” he leaned into your ear and whispered. Smirking at you.

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etoileholland · 2 years ago

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With love, from me to you

Synopsis: when the student government decides to sell Valentine’s Day balloons and cards, both you and Peter have a similar idea.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

a/n; happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a quick thing I wrote last night at midnight (whoops) but I hope you enjoy!

Valentine’s Day: a wonderful day for many, a dreaded day for some. It all depended on whether you had someone to spend the day with, to gift flowers and chocolates too, to write love letters to, and most importantly, to see who can outdo the other. For some, they were able to partake in the festivities, and for others, such as Peter Parker and his friends, they dreaded the holiday altogether.

“It’s honestly just a capitalist racket.” MJ remarked, taking a bite of her sandwich. It was lunchtime, and everyone congregated in the cafeteria. Even though Valentine’s Day wasn’t until the next week, people were already gearing up for the holiday. Roses and balloons with a card attached were available for purchase through student government, and the committee was pushing the event during lunchtime. The trio watched as the valedictorian hung up the poster advertising the event.

“Tell me about it.” Ned replied before stealing a fry off of Peter’s tray. He ignored Peter’s confused face and popped it into his mouth. “It’s a pointless holiday, really. People should be telling they love each other throughout the year, and not just on one day.” MJ shook her head in agreement.

“Exactly.” She answered, “it’s a dumb holiday.”

The trio nodded their heads as they continued eating and watching their classmates hand out flyers for the valentines balloons with cards attached, or “valentines grams” as they were called. The friend group all had the “sour grapes” mentality—they were bitter about the fact that no one gave them valentines.

“It would be nice to receive one, though.” Peter remarked, taking a fry off of Ned’s plate as revenge. “In all our years in high school, we’ve never received one.”

“We could always buy one for each other.” Ned spoke up, but the disapproving looks on MJ’s and Peter’s face shot that idea down quickly. “It was just a suggestion.”

As lunch continued, the three ate and spoke about various topics. At the next table over, you couldn’t help but overhear what the friend group conversed about. In a way, it was surprising to hear that they hadn’t received one. It seemed as though everyone had received at least one during their high school years—even you had received one.

Even if they didn’t think so, the trio were more popular than they realised. They had a solid group of friends, people knew them by name, they all had a lot of talent and were kind. So it was incredibly shocking that no one had gifted them one.

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“Did you do last night’s homework?” Peter questioned you right as he sat down at the shared table in your chemistry class. “I only did half of it as I was babysitting my little cousin Morgan.” He laughed, setting down his backpack. “She wouldn’t let me do my work because it interrupted her tea party.” His face had a large smile on his face as he recounted his day yesterday. Seeing him happy brought a smile to your own face.

To be honest, when he told you about his days, it made it feel as though he was your friend. Although you secretly wished for more, you were happy with what you got.

“I also didn’t finish my homework, but only because I barely understood it.” You slowly pulled your half completed homework out of your chem folder.

“Oh.” He answered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry about it, it’s not your fault.”

It is my fault, because I’m too nervous to suggest having a study date, he thought to himself.

“Ha, right.” He awkwardly chucked.

Your chemistry teacher walked in from his office with a stack of flyers in his hand. “I was told by the student body to hand out these flyers for the valentine’s grams that are on sale starting today.” He began to walk around the classroom, handing out the flyers to the students. “They’ll be on sale until the 13th at the main office, so make sure you buy one soon.” When he got to your table, he placed a few down and continued walking.

Both you and Peter reached for the stack at the same time, your fingers brushing against his. Electricity coursed through your veins, and you could feel yourself become flustered. You looked up at Peter whose face was the same shade as the pink flyers. He brought one to his face in an attempt to cover his blush.

“So,” his voice came out higher than anticipated, “the valentines grams seem nice this year.”

“Yeah.” You breathed out, “it comes with a balloon and a handwritten card for $5.” What are you, a spokesperson for the grams? You thought to yourself.

“I see.” Peter replied, “it’s a good deal.”

“It is.”

“Alright class, turn to page…”

Your awkward conversation was cut short by the teacher who rambled on about skeleton structures, a subject that began to bore you to death. When you glanced up at Peter, you noticed that he was looking at you instead of the teacher.

“Sorry about that.” Peter whispered to you, his face turning pink again.

“Don’t worry.” You replied as you focused your attention on what your teacher was rambling on about.

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After school that day, you ran into the main office where the grams were for sale. You hoped that you wouldn’t run into Peter, but when you serendipitously saw him walk into the auditorium, you sped walked to the office.

“I would like to purchase a valentine's gram please.” The secretary handed you a card to fill out, and you handed her the bill.

What should I say?

Maybe, “happy Valentine’s Day?” That’s a bit too average.

Or maybe “be my valentine.” You shook your head. That’s way too forward.

As you racked your brain for what to say, you failed to notice the secretary growing impatient. “Please write something honey. There are people behind you who’d also like to purchase one.”

“Sorry.” You uttered as you moved out of the way. The pressure made it harder to figure out something to say, so you sat down on a chair outside of the principal’s office.

After a few minutes, the perfect response came to you. You handed in the gram and left the office, now feeling excited for Valentine’s Day to come around.

—

“May, can I have $5?” Peter asked when he returned home later that day. He saw his aunt preparing dinner, knowing that she would be more willing to accept his offer while she was preoccupied.

“What for?” She questioned, turning off the stove. The pan almost bubbled over, but this was a normal occurrence when she cooked.

“Um, I owe the lunch lady that money.” Peter lied, hoping that May would believe him.

“Nice try, but I added money to your account today. You have a positive balance, so what’s it really for?” She placed the pan back on the stove. It was spaghetti night, so once she finished draining the pasta, she added in the marinara sauce.

“Is it for the valentine grams that are on sale?” She smirked, “I saw the flyer earlier today, and I happen to know that they’re also $5.”

Shit.

Her response need no reply as Peter’s face turned bright red. “Is it for a girl?” May asked in an enthusiastic tone.

“Yes.” Peter choked out. “There’s someone in my chemistry class that I think is really pretty.”

“Well why didn’t you say so in the first place?” May asked before walking over to her purse. She rifled through her wallet and exclaimed “aha!” when she found a $5 bill. “Now,” she paused, walking over to her nephew, “write something thoughtful on it, yeah? Don’t just say happy Valentine’s Day—give it some thought.”

“I will.” Peter answered confidently, “I promise.”

—

Valentine’s Day came quickly, and the student government announced that they would be delivering the grams during 6th period, which was when you had chem with Peter.

You held your breath when you heard the announcement. Peter would receive the gram, and you would have to sit there watching awkwardly. The gram was addressed to him from you, so he would know you got it for him.

You couldn’t be more mortified.

Peter was feeling just as mortified when he heard the announcement. He too addressed it to you from him, so he would have to watch as you read the gram.

—

When sixth period rolled around, you slinked into class. Your heart rate was through the roof, and you knew this would be the most awkward experience in a long time. What if Peter is repulsed by your valentine? Would he cease to interact with you?

You watched as Peter was the last person to arrive to class before the bell rang. He slumped in his chair and turned away from you, his face beet red.

The teacher began his lecture, and neither one of you could look at each other. The tension was thick enough to cut through, but you tried your hardest to pay attention.

Halfway through class, a few students from the student body burst through the doors, balloons in hand.

“Sorry teach, but we have a special delivery for a select few.” A guy whom you think is named Harry began to search through the balloons that he and his classmate Emily had in their hands. After a minute, they pulled out two balloons with their cards attached on the balloon weights.

“We have two grams here, one of which will go to Peter Parker.” He scanned the room for Peter, and he held his hand up a bit. When Harry saw him, he rushed over to Peter as he placed the balloon in his hand. “And the other goes to…” He glanced down at the card. When he saw it was for you, he passed the balloon to you. “That’s everyone, thanks for allowing us to crash the party.” Harry awkwardly laughed, frowning as no one laughed with him. The two left as quickly as they initially entered.

“I wasn’t expecting a card.” Peter whispered to himself. The teacher continued with his lecture, but both you and Peter were preoccupied.

“Neither was I.” You remarked. The card was attached to the balloon, and with shaky hands, you read the card.

Will you be my valentine? ~Peter

Peter? Peter gave you a card?

Peter reached for his card, and gasped when he read it.

Happy Valentine’s Day Peter. Hope the day is as wonderful as you.

The message was addressed from you, to him. At first, he couldn’t believe you actually gifted him one, but he recognised your handwriting.

He was grinning like an idiot with a bright red face.

You looked over at a blushy Peter, and your heart melted. You would do anything to see him this happy.

When class ended, both you and Peter took your time putting away your school supplies. After a minute of silence, Peter spoke up.

“Thank you for the valentine gram. I loved it.”

“You’re welcome.” You answered, “I loved mine too.”

The two of you were smiling, and you wished you could stay in that moment forever. But when students came in and began to sit in their spots, you moved towards the door. Following you, Peter walked out of the classroom after you. When you stopped near the door, he stopped too.

“Oh, I would love to be your valentine.” You replied softly. Even though the hallway was bustling, he heard you perfectly.

“Yeah?” He asked with a shy smile.

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s good.” Peter reached up to rub the nape of his neck. “Are you busy tonight?”

When you shook your head no, Peter’s face lit up.

“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” He asked in a hopeful voice.

You smiled back at him, “I would love to.”

He walked you to class, even holding your books on the way to your class. As you both walked through the hallway, you couldn’t have been more grateful for the student government and their valentine gram campaign.

——

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eddiesgorlie · 2 years ago

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I love the idea of being in high school with Sebastian Kydd, having the biggest crush on him ever before being ropped in by the cool kids at a party to play spin the bottle- of course Sebastian is sitting there smiling at you.

I’m not okay. I’m literally obsessed with this!! Thank you so much for submitting and I hope you enjoy:)

Locker Neighbor

Summary: Y/n and Sebastian have been locker neighbors for the past couple years. She develops a crush on him and it seems as though fate wants them together.

Warnings: Donna (Eye-roll), mentions of vomit, alcohol and pot.

Word count: 1,045

Sebastian Kydd. My locker neighbor and my crush since freshman year. I knew I’d never be lucky enough to date him, he was always super nice to me but it’s Sebastian, he always had girls hanging off of him, just begging for a moment of attention. He did pay attention to one girl though, Donna. Donna and I were best friends all through elementary and middle school but when I refused to become one of her minions, she threw me away. She did always did invite me to parties though, she always made sure to tell me why though- I made her and her hot friends look good, after they look at me, the girls are irresistible.

I was digging my chemistry book out of my locker, failing miserably. It was time to clean out my locker. “Need some help there?” Sebastian asked. “If you wouldn’t mind.” I said with a laugh as I stepped away from my locker. He reached in and almost instantly pulled the book out. “I hate you.” I said with a laugh. “You’re welcome.” He said smiling as he opened his own locker. I looked at him for a moment, appreciating his beautiful plump lips, his blue eyes, everything about him until Donna came up behind us and basically pushed a flyer in my face. “Be there.” She said to me. I looked at the paper, a Valentine’s Day party invitation. “I hope to see you there too.” She said, dragging her hand over Sebastians arm, winking as she walked away.

I looked over the flyer and then handed it to Sebastian. “Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do. Are you going?” He asked. “Uh yeah, probably. I might have some gals to hang out with but if I have some free time I might stop by.” I said quickly. Good lord, I get nervous and this is what I do. He gave me a confused look and walked away with an “Ok.” I just blew it.

February 14th

It was the night of the party and I was nervous to say the least. I hadn’t seen Sebastian since the word vomit day. I’ve said the wrong things out of nervousness before but never that bad and it was the look he gave me when I walked away. “Carrie, what do I wear?!” I cried, my entire closet was on my bedroom floor at this point. “How about the white one with the little hearts on it?” She asked over the phone. “It’s basically lingerie!” I said, looking at the short, fitted, V-neck dress with lace trim. “You’re trying to catch his eye, right?” She asked. “I guess you’re right.” I sighed. “Thanks care.” I said. “Of course.” She said and hung up. I put the skimpy dress on, it fit really nicely. I put on a little pair of red heels and a white cardigan. I checked my hair and makeup one more time in the mirror before walking two houses down to the Ladonna household.

If you wanted me to be honest, the party was raging, music playing loud, red solo cups at every turn. I avoided some drunk puking high schoolers and made my way into the house. It was crazier inside. There were kids on tables, even more red solo cups, joints being passes around. It was insane. Not my kind of party. I decided against getting punch since I didn’t feel like being trashed, so I went for a brownie before I saw one of the stoners grab one. Pot brownies, great.

I walked through the party until I spotted Sebastian, he was sitting on the couch, a girl on each side of him, both doing everything they could for his attention but he wouldn’t give it to them. He sat looking at the fireplace in front of them until he turned to look at me. “Y/n!” He said, waving me over. “Hey locker neighbor.” I said, walking over to him. “Hey neighbor.” He mumbled, looking over my body. “You look nice.” He said. “Thank you.” I said smiling. I rocked back on my heels as we sat in an awkward silence, those girls finally figuring out he’s not interested. “This party is crazy, I um wa-” I was cut off as Donna grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “We’re playing spin the bottle. You land on Walt, he’s lonely since the break-up. I’m getting Sebastian.” She said and she was right, she was great at landing on someone specific. I nodded and we all went down to the basement and sat in a circle in a rather large group of probably 20. Donna made sure to squeeze next to Sebastian and I sat across from Walt, waving at the nice friend.

Someone set the bottle down and the game began. After what felt like hours it was Donna’s turn. I watched the bottle spin, and spin, and spin… until it landed on a random guy. She missed, never have I seen her not get who she wanted. We all watched the awkward kiss and the bottle was passed around again until it was my turn. I was supposed to be aiming for Walt but no, I’m going to Seb. I watched as the bottle spun 4 times until it slowed, pointing to Sebastian. I looked up, an excited look on my face, meeting his knowing smirk. I slid on my knees over to him, stopping a good distance from him. He tilted his head, the smirk still pulling at his lips.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him before crashing his lips onto mine. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, inhaling his musky scent. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, I granted him permission and our tongues massaged against each other. I had tunnel vision at this point and forgot anyone else was in the room as I sighed against his lips, him obviously having the same idea as he hands grabbed my ass. “Oh my God, get a room!” Donna yelled, storming out. we quickly pulled back from each other, our eyes staring into each other’s. “Donna’s right, we might need a room.” Sebastian said. “Yep, agreed.” I said with a nod as he helped me up after him.

Do we need a part 2?👀

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featherby · 2 years ago

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Be My Valentine? (Toad x Reader)

You are a teacher at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, and Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. While your students are busy preparing for the dance, you have something else on your mind—the flowers left on your desk with no name attached. Will you figure out who left them before Valentine’s Day, or will you be chaperoning alone?

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You walked down the hallway of the mansion to your classroom, dodging the dangling pink and red paper hearts that hung from the ceiling. Valentine’s Day was coming soon, and the students had planned a party. Decorations were plastered on every wall, surrounding bright pink flyers announcing the time and place: 7 PM, the dining hall. For the night, the tables would be shoved to the side and stacked with snacks and drinks, the rest of the room filled with confetti, streamers, and balloons, lights dimmed and music blaring while they celebrated.

You would probably be chaperoning, camped out by the wall, making sure no one spiked the punch.

It would be nice to have someone to spend the day with, you thought. Spending it alone wasn’t anything new, and therefore wasn’t especially painful, but it would be nice. Different. A little less lonely.

It was…fine. You had time, the whole rest of your life, to find a partner. And even if you didn’t, it wasn’t that big a deal. You functioned just fine on your own. But you had to admit it would be nice.

Valentine’s Day was a reminder of that.

You stepped into your classroom and flipped the lights on. A burst of color that wasn’t usually there caught your eye as the room brightened.

There, on the desk, was a bouquet of flowers. Red carnations, purple asters, tiny white flowers sprinkled in between, all arranged in a vase. You stooped to smell them, their sweet perfume making you smile. Beside them, you noticed a blank red envelope. You picked it up and slid the card out—a simple one, a red heart with Be my Valentine? in gold on the front.

Inside, in small, crooked handwriting, it read:

I wasn’t sure if I should do this or not, but I decided I might as well try. I think you're great. You smile at me whenever you pass me in the hall, and it makes my day every time. (You probably smile at everyone, but I still like it.) I hope you have a happy Valentine’s Day.

You smiled as you read it. Such a sweet note.

With no name on it.

You checked over the rest of the card for a signature, the back the front, the envelope, inside and out. You looked the bouquet over for a card tucked between the flowers. Nothing.

You sighed. That was just your luck, wasn’t it?

The door opened, and you looked up. The janitor, Toad, walked in, a stern look on his face that grew sterner when he saw you at the desk.

You smiled. “Morning.”

He nodded, hovering in the doorway a moment, before grabbing the trash can from beside your desk.

You looked at the flowers again while he emptied it, turning the vase, hoping to find something hidden between the petals, if not a name, then a clue of some kind.

Toad replaced the can and made his way back toward the door, head low.

“Wait,” you said, before he could leave.

He turned around, hand on the doorknob. “Hmm?”

“Did you see anyone come in here this morning?” you asked. “Someone left me these flowers, but they didn’t put their name on the card.”

He frowned, a deep crevice forming between his eyebrows. “I didn’t. Too busy running back and forth cleaning up everyone’s messes to see anything,” he grumbled.

Your heart fell. “Oh. Thanks.” You sat, head propped on your hand, gazing at the bouquet as he let himself out.

Toad shut the door with a huff and put a hand to his forehead. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit! He knew you got to your classroom early, but he though he still had a little time. As soon as he’d left the room that morning, he’d changed his mind about leaving the flowers and the note. It could only go badly. At best, you’d never find out it was from him. At best, you’d be disappointed. At best, you’d be disgusted.

But it was too late to trash the whole idea now.

No one had seen him leave them. No one knew he was planning to. There was a chance you might not figure it out.

He’d just have to hope you stayed in the dark.

Inside, you looked at the flowers and smiled. Things were looking up, at least. You moved them to the corner of your desk by the wall where they wouldn’t be knocked in the floor and turned on your computer. Right now, you had a class to teach.

The mystery could wait for the afternoon.

***

No one had any idea who left you the flowers. No one had seen anyone in the hall that morning. No one had seen anyone coming or going with them through the front door. No one knew anything.

You carried the vase back to your room on campus, placing it on a table near the door. It had been silly to get your hopes up, hadn't it? Anyone could have left them, and the odds of you figuring out who were slim to none.

It didn’t really matter, you supposed. But the upcoming holiday had swayed you. Valentine’s day was made for this, making people want romance any way they could get it. For a minute, you thought you could be one of those people, happily in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, all those hearts and roses and candies feeling like they were made for you. It was embarrassing to admit, even to yourself, that you had been a little more than excited to see those flowers on your desk. Maybe hopeful, maybe something more.

You picked up the card and reread it for the dozenth time. You smile at me whenever you pass me in the hall. They were right—that could be anyone. You passed by just about everyone each day, on the way to your classroom, the cafeteria, the dorms. It makes my day every time.

Well, maybe if you’d signed your note, I could make your day again. You sighed and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Alright, let’s narrow this down.

It wasn’t handwriting you recognized, so it wasn’t a coworker you were close to. It was probably a man, but you couldn’t be sure about that based on handwriting alone.

Then it hit you: The bulletin board.

You could check there. Of course. Months’ worth of notes were pinned up there from the faculty, sign-up sheets, questions, requests, announcements, most of them written by hand, and most with names attached.

You picked up the card and set off.

Most of the pages on top were about the dance—sign-up sheets for chaperones, shopping lists, another flyer like the ones in the hallway. None of the writing on top matched your card. All too thin, too neat, too curly, too stiff. You lifted the top pages to search underneath, scanning over the tapestry of old notes.

A few letters caught your eye.

The paper had been covered by others; now only the very end peeked out. You tugged it free from the pin holding it in place and slid it out.

I don’t suppose we could just give them water this time instead of punch? Or anything that isn’t sticky? After the last party, it took me three days to get the floor clean.

—Toad

And that was it. Same crooked letters, same wide e’s, same smudged ink.

You’d found your man.

You let the papers fall back into place on the board and tucked the note you’d pulled from the bulletin into the card. As you turned to head back to your room, a half-smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Toad. You were a little surprised. He didn’t seem to like… well, anyone. He kept to himself, glared at everyone, including you, and acted like everyone around him was nothing but the source of a mess he’d have to clean up later. You did your best to be nice to him, but it never seemed to make a difference.

Until now, of course.

He’d said his piece. Now it was your turn.

You walked back to your room on autopilot, the familiar halls nothing but a blur hidden behind your thoughts. What to do… The Valentine’s dance was the next night—the students and faculty alike would be preoccupied. Not much time to plan anything, but you weren’t about to let that stop you.

As you got ready for bed, a plan took shape in your mind. It might be a happy Valentine’s Day after all.

***

You picked up the bag from the counter and slung it over your shoulder. A glance at the clock told you the dance was set to start in an hour—plenty of time to spare.

You walked down the hall, scanning for Toad’s whereabouts. Students dashed back and forth, showing off their dresses, looking for their friends. You smiled. They deserved a good time. It’s a hard life being different—any joy is worth savoring.

You rounded the corner and spotted Toad’s janitor’s cart parked outside a classroom door, stacked with buckets and bottles. Inside, he stood near the back of the class between the empty desks, sweeping tiny specks of confetti into a pile.

You knocked on the door. “Are you busy?”

He grumbled something you couldn’t hear, then crouched to hold the dustpan in place while he swept the little paper hearts into it. “I am actually, so whatever’s been spilled or broken, I’ll get to it when I—” He looked back over his shoulder, the sour frown on his face vanishing to surprise when he saw you. “—get to it. Er. Hello.” He stood and shuffled around you to the trash can, dumping the confetti inside. “I didn’t realize it was…” He loaded the broom back onto his cart. He took a moment to think, fiddling with the bottles on the cart, then looked back at you. “What did you need cleaned up?”

You shook your head. “Oh, I didn’t need anything cleaned up. I just wanted to know if you were busy.”

He stared at you, unblinking. “Nothing that can't wait, I suppose. What do you need?” He clutched the edge of the cart in his hands to keep from fidgeting.

“Well, I really liked the flowers you got me,” you said, noting the slight change in his facial expression at the words—his eyes grew wider, his jaw tensed. “And I thought your note was sweet. So I was wondering if you might like to have a picnic with me on the grounds. While everyone is busy won't bother us, you know.”

He blinked, expression measured and unchanging. “How did you figure they were from me?”

“You have distinctive handwriting.” You smiled. “So. Picnic?”

“I, um, I mean, I would—” He swallowed and started again. “I’d love to. Yes.” He grinned. It was the first time you’d seen him smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Great. I’m ready whenever you are, but I figure you need some time to finish up here.”

He glanced down at the cart and his grimy uniform. “Give me just a few minutes. Please. I promise I won't take long, I just—”

“That’s fine. Take your time. I’ll wait for you by the front door.”

He swallowed, forcing himself to breathe. “Right. I’ll meet you there. I won't be long, promise.”

“I wasn’t worried about it.” You laughed and waved as the two of you parted ways. A few steps down the hall, you glanced back over your shoulder to see him jogging along with the cart, keys jingling on his belt. You smiled and headed for the front door.

You hovered there, watching the students congregate, laughing with each other, twirling their skirts, fixing each other’s makeup. They all looked so happy, so excited—and for the first time in a long time, you felt the same.

***

Across the school, Toad panicked.

He scrubbed the grime from his arms and face in the bathroom sink. He ran his fingers through his hair, willing it to look something like presentable. Dis he have any clothes for this? Could he find some on such short notice? Christ, why did I agree to this? He shook his head to dislodge that particular thought. Because I bloody want to do it, that’s why! He turned off the tap and looked at himself in the mirror. This would be fine. it would be great. At the very least, it wouldn’t be awful. Unless you decided that you hated him, but what were the chances of that?

He decided not to answer that particular question.

Forget it. Just get changed and go find her.

***

You glanced at the clock on the far wall. He would be here any minute. Unless he had decided not to come, of course, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on the possibility. The students had disappeared into the dance, the music faintly thrumming through the doors, the pink and red lights reflecting through the windows.

You swayed to the music, eyes glued to the clock, lost in thought. This would be fun, right? A nice change of pace for both of you? You didn’t know Toad very well, but no one here really did. He seemed antisocial, like he’d be happier if everyone at the school disappeared or dropped dead and left him alone. But no one really wanted to be all alone, did they? They just wanted someone who treated them well, the way they wanted to be treated.

You sighed. You needed this date. And maybe Toad did too.

Beside you, someone cleared their throat.

Your eyes broke away from the clock, and you looked over to see Toad standing beside you. He held his hands, clutched together, in front of him, shuffling where he stood. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You smiled and straightened up. “Sorry, just thinking.”

“It’s fine. Sorry I took so long, I just wasn’t…” He didn’t know how to finish. He’d been trying to make himself look presentable, or at least as presentable as he was capable of looking. Someone you wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen with. But, he thought, failing that, this would do. He wore a light blue button-up shirt with a red bowtie and suspenders. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it—they made him stand out too much, more than he already did.

“Don’t worry about it. You look great.”

His heart skipped a beat. “No, you look great,” he blurted. “You always look great.”

You smiled as his cheeks went red. “Thank you. Ready to go?”

He nodded stiffly. “Yes. I’ll follow you.”

You held the door open, and he kicked himself for not opening it for you. The two of you walked in silence across the grounds, a comfortable silence for you, a madly uncomfortable silence for Toad. Should he say something? What? What would you want him to say? He couldn’t decide, so he made up his mind to wait until you said something—no sense in making a nuisance of himself right away.

Across the yard, the star-speckled sky spread out above you, the moon’s glow shining on the path. You stopped at a spot between two trees, their branches reaching out for each other above you.

“Is here okay?” you asked.

“It’s fine with me,” Toad said a little too quickly, cringing at himself.

You sat your bag against one of the trees and unrolled the blanket, spreading it out over the grass. You sat and pulled containers of food, drinks, and utensils out.

Toad stood, staring down at you, shifting back and forth.

You looked up and saw his uneasy squirming. You felt the same, as much as you hated to admit it—a little nervous, a little unsure. It was nice to know you weren’t alone in it.

“Sit,” you said, smiling and patting a spot on the blanket beside you.

Your voice startled him out of his stupor. “Right. Sorry.” He sat, careful to leave a gap between your leg and his.

You finished pulling the boxes out of your bag and sat it aside. “I didn’t make anything very fancy,” you said, popping the lid off a box of small triangle-cut sandwiches. “But I wanted to make it nice, you know?”

He nodded. “I wish I’d known about this sooner. I’d have—” He frowned. “I don’t know what I’d have done, but I would’ve done something.”

You laughed. “You could have known about it earlier, if you’d put your name on your card.” You nudged him, and he flinched away. Not the reaction you wanted. “And you did do something. You got me flowers.”

He tilted his head. “I dunno if that counts quite the same. Flowers versus making a whole meal for two.”

“It’s not a competition, first off. And I happen to love those flowers, and that note, so don’t talk bad about them.” You gave a fake scowl, then laughed. “And if you really need to even the score or whatever, I’m sure you can think of something.”

“Suppose so.” Toad fell quiet and stared down at his lap.

You nudged him again. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He sat up and looked you in the eye, but in a split second, he broke your gaze and looked back down. “I’m just…”

“What?” you said softly.

“I’m sorry it was me and not… somebody better.” He shrank into himself. “You're probably disappointed. I can't blame you if you are.”

You frowned and turned so you were seated facing him. “I am not disappointed. And I'm not sorry it was you. If I had been, I would have just acted like I never figured out who that note was from.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.”

He glanced up through the hair hanging in front of his face, wide dark eyes reflecting back the moonlight. “You don’t have to say that, you know. It’s fine.”

You huffed. “I am not just saying it, I mean it. Whether you believe me or not, it’s the truth.” You looked him up and down. “And I don’t care what I have to do to prove it.”

He gave a short laugh, still looking down, not meeting your eye. “You know, I almost believed that. Easier to believe it when it comes from you, I suppose. Probably nicer to me than the rest of this school combined, if I'm honest.”

“That’s their loss.” You shuffled a little closer to him and rested your hand under his chin. He flinched, locking his wide eyes with yours. You smiled. “I didn’t mean for this to make you upset. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?”

He blushed and sputtered out a few syllables, none of which managed to form words.

You traced your thumb along his jaw. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

The words came fast and clear, and Toad cringed at the desperation in his voice. But before he could apologize or even linger too long on the thought, he found your lips pressed to his, soft and warm and sweet, everything he had hoped for, but a hundred times better. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he felt nothing but you against him.

You pulled back, hand still resting on Toad’s face, to look at him. Relaxed, eyes closed, lips parted, a trace of a smile on them.

His eyes snapped open and his mouth shut. “Um. Was that…? Did you…?” He couldn’t find the words to finish his questions.

“It was, and I did.” You pressed another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Did you?”

“Yes. Very much.”

You smiled. “Good. Because there’s plenty more where that came from. Hungry?”

You opened the rest of the boxes and the two of you ate, little sandwiches, fruit, crackers and cheese, and chocolate-covered strawberries. You told him about your life, about your hobbies, about the multitude of awful and hilarious things your students had done since you started work at the institute. He told you horror stories from his time as the janitor, things he’d seen in the Brotherhood, his interests and ideas for the future.

Eventually the food ran out and your glasses went empty, but you didn’t feel like leaving just yet. You leaned in beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, fingers intertwined with his. He leaned his head on top of yours and squeezed your hand.

“So, when can we do this again?” you asked, closing your eyes and sighing happily.

“Whenever you want.”

You laughed. “No, not whenever I want. You're busy. And you said you wanted some advance warning next time. So I’m leaving it up to you.”

“You might not want to do that.”

“Why not?”

“If it’s up to me, it’ll be tomorrow.”

You let go of his hand and wrapped your arm around his waist. “Works for me.”

He looked surprised. “Does it?”

“Mm-hmm.” You snuggled into his side. “When and where?”

He paused, hand resting on your back. “…Can I be absolutely absurd here?”

“Of course.”

“What time do you eat breakfast?”

You smiled and laughed. “Around seven.”

“Meet me in the kitchen then. I’ll have something ready.”

“Don’t overextend yourself, okay?” You squeezed him and looked up to meet his eye. “I know tomorrow’s going to be busy for you, cleaning up after the dance and all.”

“Don’t worry, that can wait until after breakfast.”

You frowned and nudged him. “I’m being serious.”

He nodded. “Alright, I won't lose sleep over it or anything. But I am gonna do something.”

“I’ll allow it.” You nestled back into his side and closed your eyes, then felt his arm creep around you, his hand finding a place to rest on your hip.

The chill of the February air crept over you, and you knew you shouldn’t stay out here much longer. But for a few more moments, you could enjoy this.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you whispered, holding Toad a little closer.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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