#imagine matching ya dom with jamil viper🤧💕💕

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cw: still not feelin 100% with my writing but here's smth to celebrate valentine's day 🤧💕 unbeta'd and cheesy, established relationship fluff

"jamil, would you call yourself the sentimental type or the practical type?"

"why do you ask?" he doesn't look up from his homework.

you make a noise, something between lightly dismayed and exasperated. "…humor me for a bit, won't you?"

he sighs at your petulance. "you know that anything flashy is an automatic 'no.'"

"i know that already! these are the casual options, so are you feeling sentimental or practical?" you sidle up to him, knocking your shoulder against his. flipping the cover of his textbook shut for added measure.

he meets your expectant gaze. there's a very real temptation to play coy, to see what you'd do without his input. but in the last few seconds, you have - once again - managed to stir his heart with easy sincerity.

which was unforgivable, really.

unforgivable how you chipped away at his carefully-crafted nonchalance, how you could elicit that persistent sense of curiosity with the littlest of gestures, how your consideration for him - his position and all that baggage - only intensified the little surprises you brought him.

there's a dangerous temptation to leave it up to you, but that hypervigilant part of him absolutely refuses - in spite of your many good intentions - to have a surprise going sideways.

"if you're thinking of gifting flowers," jamil starts. "you'll have to do it before classes start for the day."

"i'm saving flowers for another special occasion, so stop dodging my question!" and now you were swiping his textbook before slipping away.

of course, he has to give chase.

all it takes is one graceful - dare i say, serpentine - lunge that sends you both sprawled out onto the floor of his dorm room. while pinned under his weight, your arms are vainly stretched away to keep him from reclaiming his stolen book. "i'm not giving it back until i have an answer!"

this only leaves you vulnerable to attack, his fingertips skirting up against your sides, eliciting a shriek that you try (and fail) to tamp down.

"fine. whatever gift ideas you have - " he makes sure to emphasize the plural in that, because if there's anything he's certain about, it is that you aren't rolling up to this valentines' day without at least one gag gift. " - i will only accept if they're discreet."

"okay! okay! i promise i won't embarrass you - mercy!" he lets up. the risk of accidentally getting bludgeoned by his own textbook is too big to ignore.

he doesn't need one of those grand show-stopping gestures. but there's nothing quite as warming as that sort of reminder, that you found him special.

(come the day of hearts, you pass him a small red pouch. there's a mess of ribbons inside all entangled around… a white tube? he undoes the overly-detailed bow and a laugh of disbelief bubbles up from him as he sees what it is.

a menthol inhaler.

there's a small gift tag attached to the ribbon with a note warning against hay fever. in tinier letters, he can almost make out the actual letter. it's a sappy thing that he finds himself rereading at the end of a tiring day, along with a small stack of notes and letters he stashes in a hidden compartment of his nightside table.

of course you'd find a way to make even a little joke sentimental.)

what he doesn't expect is the ten other little gifts you deliver to him throughout the day. but it's safe to say that this was a good start, right?

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