(This is for you, anon! I dunno what Iâm gonna call this ship, but for now... Dake? Yeah, sure, weâll go with that. I know it looks really short, but this is a 4 page google doc.)
Valentines day. The day of love, as most people would say. Well, for Dustin Kropp, it was the day of nervously sitting in his seat during his last class of the day and bouncing his knee, waiting for Jake Dillinger to come into class. Dustin had a huge crush on the alpha, and he never told his friend group, but heâs pretty sure they already knew. The skirt-clad boy had stood up all night prior, making a valentine for Jake. Was he gonna give it to Jake? Yes, but no. Dustin had a plan. He gave the valentines card, perfectly made and garnished with a rose and a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates, to his favorite teacher, Ms. Jane. Dustin and Ms. Jane would talk often after class and she would help him with issues. She used to be the school guidance counselor, but they needed more teachers, so she volunteered to teach English. She already had a degree, so she was set for the job.
Anyways, Ms. Jane knew about how Dustin was gay, and about his crush on Jake. She was basically his best friend. He knew he could trust her. He never really had an adult figure in his life he knew he could trust, so when he met Ms. Jane, it was practically destiny that theyâd become friends. Ms. Jane had even taken Dustin shopping to get him some more girly clothes, since he was a femme gay and he liked looking pretty. Dustinâs parents were very close-minded and didnât like anyone or anything that had to do with the LGBTQ+ community, so Dustin was glad he had a second mother at school who loved him and cared for him. Thatâs not to say that Dustinâs biological parents didnât care for him, no, they loved him to bits, but they loved the fake him, while Ms. Jane loved the real him.
Ms. Jane would hide the girl clothes for him in her supplies closet, and would let Dustin choose an outfit at the beginning of each day  and escort him to the locker rooms to change. Dustin walked to school extra early to do this. Ms. Jane even encouraged him to try out for cheerleading. Not only did Dustin make the team, he became the captain of the team!
Because of everything Ms. Jane has done for Dustin, of course he would trust her with the task of giving Jake the valentine. The plan was: Ms. Jane would stop Jake before he sat down, and would hand him the valentine and say it was from a secret special anonymous omega that really appreciated him, and then she would tell Dustin all about Jakeâs reaction at the end of class. Dustin had thought through every scenario until he came up with this plan, and was really proud of himself for finding one with minimum bad outcomes.
Dustin kept his eye on the door, looking down at his desk and peeking through his long hair to see the door, so it didnât look like he was staring. Thatâs when he sees Jake Dillinger, and all his tall glory wall through the door. Dustinâs heart skips a beat as Ms. Jane softly calls Jake over to her desk and hands him the valentines with a smile on her face, showing off her bright white teeth as usual. Dustin is so glad he looked up just in time to see Jake walking past him with a huge smile on his face. Bigger than his generic Jake Dillinger Grinâ˘, and that made Dustin so proud of himself. He smiled at Ms. Jane and continued working on his worksheet, his adrenaline still running a million miles a second.
After class, Dustin strolled up to Ms. Janeâs desk with a small smile on his face, âWhatâd he think?â The short (4â3 ft.) omega asked his teacher, who was a beta. âHe knew it was you,â Ms. Jane replied, causing Dustinâs stomach to drop, and his face to turn a bright red, âWh-What?!â He stuttered out, covering his face with his hands. âWhen I gave it to him, he said he could tell it was from you because of your handwriting, also⌠your scent.â Dustinâs head was spinning, he was freaking out. His crush of 2 years knows that he likes him, and it made him smile?! âWhat is going on?!â The small omega wondered, being snapped out of his thoughts, quite literally, by Ms. Jane snapping her fingers in front of his face, âOh, hush, Dusty! Itâs alright, hun! He wanted me to give you this,â She says, handing Dustin a sticky note, clearly taken from Ms. Janeâs pad, that had Jakeâs phone number scribbled onto it, with a small note in the corner, âItâs cute how oblivious you are.â
Reading the note made Dustinâs face even redder, and he literally fell over, landing in a cross-legged sitting position. Ms. Jane chuckled at him, and offered him a hand, but he refused. âDustin, this is a good thing! Youâve liked him since forever, and now you know that you have a chance! Why donât you text him tonight and start a conversation, see what happens, huh?â
âBecause my parents go through my phone. Theyâll figure it out. I canât have that.â Ms. Jane sighs and opens her drawer, pulling out her cell phone, âHere, kiddo, use my phone, alright? Just⌠donât break it. I donât really use it for much anyways.â She says with a soft, reassuring smile. Dustinâs eyes widen, âWait, really?â He asks, pinching himself to make sure heâs not dreaming. Out of all the things Ms. Jane has done for him, this has to be the most noteworthy. Ms. Jane nods softly, causing Dustin to spring up from his seat on the floor and hug her tightly, âThank you so much, this means so much to me, Em.â
The entire walk home, Dustin spends texting Jake. Heâs smiling and he feels safe talking to Jake. He doesnât feel nervous anymore, like he did at first, and heâs having a normal conversation with him. About cats. Jake absolutely adores cats, and he owns 4. Their names are Peanut, Butter, Jelly, and Sammich. Dustin finds it adorable how he named them like that. Right before Dustin gets inside, he stuffs Ms. Janeâs phone into the pocket of his cargo pants, which, by the way, he finds ugly as hell. He hates that the only safe place to wear the clothes he feels comfy in is at school, but itâs fine. At least he doesnât have to face the wrath of his parents if he wears the ugly clothes.
His dad stops him at the door, holding his hand out, âYou know the rules.â he says, and Dustin reaches into his backpack and hands his dad his phone. Dustin races upstairs and pulls out Ms. Janeâs phone, finishing his conversation with Jake, before turning it off and stashing it under his pillow. He hears a knock on his bedroom door, and his mother comes in with his phone in her hand, âHere you go honey bunch! Donât forget to turn it in at 7:30 tonight. Also, dinner will be ready in around 20 minutes, and you seem like you need it. You look so frail! Have you been eating at school?â Dustinâs worried mother asks, inspecting Dustinâs figure, âYes, mom. I just have a quick metabolism, donât worry. Iâm alright. I promise you that Iâm eating enough.â Dustin assures his mother with a smile, receiving a kiss on the forehead from her. âYouâre just getting shorter every day, arenât you?â She jokes, âOh, Iâm only messing with you. Iâll leave you alone now, I have a casserole to tend to.â She said, waltzing out of the room.
Dustin sighs and goes into his closet and flops onto the bean bag chair he has inside there, locking his closet door. Heâs been told multiple times heâs not allowed to do this, but he doesnât care. He has to. He needs the alone time. He closes his eyes and lays back, taking a mental break. Today has been an emotional roller coaster, and he needs some time to recuperate before going on another ride. Dustin takes a deep breath and smiles, thinking about how Jake wanted to see him again. He wanted to go on a date with Dustin! The thought of that made Dustin so happy. He opened his eyes again when he heard his mom calling for him to come eat dinner. Had 20 minutes really gone by so fast? Regardless, he got up and went downstairs and sat at the table, going through the motions of the prayer and then dug in, only managing to eat half of the plate of food. His mother seemed worried, but she didnât say anything about it, letting him go upstairs, âRemember, Dusty! 2 hours and you bring the phone down here!â She shouted up at him.
Dustin grabbed Ms. Janeâs phone and hid it in a sock in his sock drawer, burying it further in the back so it canât be easily seen. He goes ahead and brings his phone downstairs early to earn a few brownie points with his dad, not only that, but he was exhausted and needed sleep. He covered himself up and smiled to himself, rethinking the days events. This is the best Valentines day heâs had in a while.
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