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can we mayhaps get a jfk x reader of him and the reader on a Xmas date??

When I Knew (JFK x Reader)

a/n: ofc!! I love some holiday fanfics lol, merry christmas eve to everyone who celebrates it!

summary: The holiday that Jack knew he'd been denying his feelings for a long time.

tags: this has been edited since posting, Christmas but not explicitly mentioned, no spoilers for the reboot, casual to serious relationship

There’s a soft ringing from your doorbell, the snow outside falls, beginning to settle on your windowsill, a reminder of the season that is soon to come, the holidays that are soon to arrive. You smile to yourself and pull open the door, your adoptive parents are out of town on business, and you’re greeted by the warm and loving, if not a bit dopey smile of your kinda, sorta boyfriend, John F. Kennedy, well his clone, who is barely well wrapped enough for the weather that is beginning to worsen with each passing second.

You gasp a tad, pulling the dark redhead into your house, “Jack, it’s freezing! The sweater alone isn’t enough sometimes, honey.” You laugh to yourself a bit, “Your dads give you a ride or did you walk here?”

He nods, “Walked here but uh, my dads told me to say hi for them!” You nod, smoothing back his hair which had only been slightly ruffled by the winds, which were becoming worse outside as the trees thwapped their branches back and forth. “Well, you should probably stay here until the weather lets up, I can’t have you going missing on me.” You feel his arms wrap around you, and in his left hand is a gift, wrapped as nicely as you can expect from Jack, your eyes light up and a smile meets your lips, “Jack… You shouldn’t have.” You turn to face him as his arms stay tightly wrapped around your waist

“Well… I did! My dads helped me pick it out!” You were thankful for that tidbit, Wally and Carl had always been a positive, supportive influence for Jack, and you knew (despite how he tried to hide it) he appreciated them for that, even when it was time to marathon Will and Grace in their house.

You take the small box from his hand and carefully unravel the bow first, then tear at the seam in the wrapping paper, looking up from time to time as his giddiness teems from every single one of the pores in his skin. Finally, you finish opening the box, taking the lid off of it, and being greeted with a necklace, small, very low-key, with your first initial greeting you as it glimmers from the light of the lamp in your living room. Jack is the first to move as you can’t help but be a bit awed by the gift, it was a very serious gift, a very girlfriend-boyfriend kind of gift. You giggle a bit to yourself, almost at the implication that was now staring you down, like it hadn’t been all along.

He takes the necklace gently, like it was a baby bird that had fallen from the nest, and latched it gently onto your neck. “Well, uh, do you like it?” He seems almost nervous, something that you couldn’t help but cling to. “Jack, I just… I love this, Jack.”

He smiles to himself, looking like he wants to fist pump the air right then and there, “Well, uh… I wanted to ask if you wanted to go steady with me. Like, actually be my girlfriend kinda steady?”

Your eyes widen a bit, you hadn’t expected him to be the one having this conversation so fast, yet you lean into it softly. “I would like that, Jack. Think I’d like that a lot.”

Once again, it is that look, one that you’d beg to see every day of your life, he looks like he wants to fist pump the air and you giggle, pulling his face close to yours and kissing him, he chuckles against your lips and you wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders, and you curse the need for air at this moment as you both pull away from one another, heaving for air, only lightly.

You take his hand, moving out of his embrace, as you lead him over to your couch. The two of you crash softly onto it, lips meeting as you both enjoy the embrace you share at this moment. His arms begin to feel like the best protection from the cold that rages outside of your window, and you can only hope that you have this protection for as long as you can.