Valentine Bruises: Prussia and Reader:

That morning was like any other winter morning, it was too cold.  An eerie quite settled over the land like the blanket of snow outside and the smell of peanut butter wafted through the air.

You sighed and sat up.  Your mom would come in any minute waving a plate of peanut butter and toast, there would be no denying it and your day would begin.

So instead, you snuck out to the kitchen, grabbed the piece of toast and stuffed it in your mouth on the way to the bathroom, not caring if it was meant for you or not.

Once you brushed the peanut butter from your teeth, washed your face, and combed your hair, you went to get dressed.

Now here's the problem, it was Valentine's Day, the one day of the year when girl's lockers were stuffed with candy and roses and a couple was making out around every corner.  You didn't want to look out of place so you drew a heart on the back of your hand, pulled on a red knit sweater, applied some lip gloss (for once), and spent a few extra minutes on your hair. You still looked casual, at least presentable and "Valentine's Dayish."

At school you tried to stay away from the kissing couples and not eye the over flowing lockers.  One girl's locker was so stuffed with roses that some of the petals squeezed out of the vents and when she opened it they spilled out onto the floor and surrounded her knees.

You didn't expect anything for Valentine's Day, maybe a piece of candy and a card from one of your friends, if they weren't too busy with their boyfriends.  So naturally you were surprised when you opened your locker and waiting for you was a dozen red roses and a card.

At first you thought it was a trick, though your face burned with anticipation. You picked up the card and it read:

Dear (Name),

I am allowing you the honor of going out with the awesome me.

-The Awesome Me.

You nearly scoffed, but your cheeks turned bright red and you giggled. He didn't have to sign the card for you to know who it was.

It was Gilbert Beilschmidt; popular for being the most egotistical boy in school. His cockiness usually overrode his charm.  He was nice enough, but boy did the "Awesome" thing get on your nerves.

That's when you scowled, and crumpled the edge of the paper. You stuffed the roses back into your locker, and stomped off to class, not noticing the "Awesome" Albino hiding behind the trash can, upset with your "answer".


During class, you usually sat in the back row, giving you space to doodle and not be the center of attention.  Even though you were now sitting in the far corner, you still felt like someone was watching you. You had a certain idea what pair of searching red eyes it belonged to and it was confirmed when the teacher said, "Mr. Beilschmidt, would you like to share what is so interesting?"

Gilbert smirked, "(Name) (Last Name)."

Your face turned dark red and you bowed your head, trying to sink into the corner shadow and away from the whoops, cheers, wolf whistles, and disgusted scoffs from the crowd.

"Thanks a lot, Gilbert," you muttered hiding your face behind your hand and eyeing the popular girls who looked back at you with disgust.

One thing you did like about Valentine's Day was that the meaner girls who would actually fight tooth and painted nail for a boy, actually already had boyfriends…for that day anyway, leaving you alone while you stood at your locker reading over yet another message from "The Awesome Me."

This one was different from the other,

"Dear (Name),

You're about as awesome as me. Would you like to go out?

-The Awesome Me

You were still sore about the earlier class antics, and stuffed the note in your pocket. It's not that you didn't like Gilbert and you could stand his "awesomeness" on most days. But couldn't he show some charm and humility when asking a girl out, especially on Valentine's Day?

The rest of the day was memorable.  During study hall, a box of chocolates appeared with your name on it, with a letter cockier than the last one, it started out being more about him than you, and using "awesome" like a period. And every time you went to your locker there would be a new note and either candy or flowers.

"Where did he get all of this?" you thought, opening the box of chocolate covered cherries.

At the end of the day you were ready to scream and were in no mood for going out with anyone!

Of course that meant that when Gilbert walked up to you, wearing a cocky grin and holding another bouquet of flowers, you nearly cried.

"Fine!" you cried, when he stopped in front of your locker. "I'll go out with you! Just leave me alone!"

His smile turned to happiness, "Really?" he asked.

You groaned, "Yes," and slammed your head against the locker. Then you remembered the magically appearing flowers and candy. You turned to him, "Where did you get all of the flowers and candy on such short notice?"

Gilbert chuckled, "There from all of the girls who want a piece of my awesomeness."

And that is why; Gilbert is covered with bruises and you almost went to jail on Valentine's Day.