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I refuse to simp for ripoff Casper from the hit game A Date with Death-
our life fandom really saw frederick and went "oh thank god. a white man." and proceeded to thirst over him despite him being a deadbeat dad who dumped his daughter off on her grandparents.
may i humbly request an MC who may not have gotten very many valentines cards with a mutual crush on Qiu? some cute fluff opportunities i think!
Qiu Lin x reader
Valentines
Fluff, romantic
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You’ve known Qiu is popular since the first day. You’ve known that your new. And you’ve known that valentines cards and boxes of chocolates ‘don’t really matter in the long run’ or so your mom has said. But seeing the few simple cards that lay in your hands kind of hurt. A few cards from other kids, but the number stayed the same as most of the class passed out their treats. The class had been passing out their valentines treats in alphabetical order, most having gotten them only for their friends.
The list made its way down to Q, when one of your few friends approached you; Qiu Lin. The apple of your eye, the objects of your affections, and your first crush in fifth grade. You could hear the feet walk across the carpeted floor before seeing them stop in front of your desk as something was placed on top of it. You looked up at them, seeing their cute smile before they walked away to hand out the rest.
While for some, a treat from the Qiu Lin was a simple courtesy, for you it was time stopping. A chocolate bar of your favorite kind and a handmade card. On the brown notebook paper, the same kind that started it all, was a sweet piece of writing. ‘I’m really glad we’re friends! Happy valentines, Qiu Lin.’
The simple card made some blood rush to your face. The only other card that was given to you that day was from Tamarack. It was sweet, but in your heart it didn’t hold a candle to the card from Qiu.
Soon after, school ended. Your small pile of valentines was easy to carry, while Qiu’s larger haul was more impressive. Tamarack’s pile, like yours, wasn’t anything too big. You smiled, catching up to Qiu’s pace. On the top of his pile was a small heart shaped card, the one you had given them. “Thanks for the note, Qiu. And the chocolates…” you said, looking at them before looking forward again. “It’s no problem! Thanks for yours, too.” Qiu gave you a smile also.
All you knew at that moment was that you wanted to spend many more valentines with them. And you would.