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💧=Angst 🩸=Blood/Injuries 🐑=Fluff 🔥=Smut 

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Flags and Labels 🐑

The Reason  🐑 Goodbye 💧 (sequel to The Reason, can also be stand alone)

Requested: “You’re not alone anymore.”  🩸🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you cannot say your soulmate’s name  🐑

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Books and Their Covers  🐑

Communication Breakdown 💧🐑

Gizmo (Drabble) 🐑

No Life Without You  💧🩸

Somewhere Safe 💧🩸🐑

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Where The Sky Touches the Sea Series Masterlist (Hiatus)

30 Days  💧🐑

Every Pilot Needs A Wingman  🐑

Insecure  💧🐑

Longer  🐑

Sticky/Tricky Jar  🐑

To Be Wanted  💧🐑

What Ifs  🐑

Whole Enchilada  🐑

Requested: “It’s two sugars right?” and “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you dream of your soulmate in a past life  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you can feel when they’re in grave danger or emotionally distressed   💧🐑

Fake Fic Title: Panicky Expectant Father  🐑

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman and The Golden Circle)

Whiskey Straight Series Masterlist (Hiatus)

A Statesman Christmas   💧🐑🔥

Fireflies  💧🐑

Love is Blind  💧🩸🐑

Overwhelmed  🐑

Secrets in the Wind  💧🐑

Showed Up in Boots  💧🐑

Requested:  “Any other lies left to tell me?” and “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”  💧

Requested: “Why are you acting like this?”  💧🩸

Requested: “I hope your day gets better.” and “You know, you can stay if you want to.”  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where it is impossible to lie to your soulmate  🐑

Fake Fic Title: Undercover Lover  🐑

Agent Brandy Universe: Featuring Statesman OC “Agent Brandy” First, Time  🐑 Weapons Testing  🐑

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Early Mornings  🔥

Passing the Test  🐑

Tiktok Dancing  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU, matching soulmarks  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU, dream sharing  🔥

Fake Fic Title: Chalk Tasting Hearts  🐑

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Broken Art  💧🐑

Sunflowers and Pink Roses  💧🐑

Requested:  “Let’s just sit in tonight.” and Thigh Riding 🔥

Requested: Soulmate AU where everyone has a “soul animal” that only they and their soulmate can see  🐑

Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards)

XXX-Mas  🔥

Picking up the Pieces - Max Phillips Edition  💧🐑

Who’s The Boss  🔥

HC: Max helping you with a migraine  🐑

Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

Doing Business  🔥

Picking up the Pieces - Max Lord Edition  💧🐑

Working Late 🔥

Fake Fic Title: Conflict of Interest  💧🐑

Requested: “Stay Over”  🐑

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Best Laid Plans  🐑

Bittersweet  💧

Picking up the Pieces - Poe Dameron edition  💧🐑

Think Happy Thoughts  💧🔥

Drabble: Being Poe’s Hairdresser  🐑

Requested:  “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”  🐑

Requested:  “ Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”  💧

Requested: “I’m right here.”  🐑

Requested: “You’re hurt. Please just let it heal.”  💧

Requested: Soulmate AU where you cannot feel lust or sexual desire until you meet your soulmate.  🐑

Misc. Characters

Blue Jones (Sucker Punch)

My Eyes Only  🐑🔥

Jonathan Levy (Scenes From a Marriage)

Attraction and Other Subjectivities  🔥

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Bug in the System  💧🐑

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Requested: “Go back to sleep.”  🐑

Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier)

Requested: “I was just thinking about you.” and  “I want you to have this.”  🐑

Pedro Boys Collections

Pregnancy Announcement HCs  💧🐑

Other Links of Interest

300 Followers Celebration - custom AUs created for followers who wrote in

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[mandoalorian]

Fireworks [Max Phillips x Reader]

Summary: When your boss, Max Phillips, asks you to work late on New Year's Eve, you're infuriated. However, you don't realise what his true intentions are.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mutual pining, colleagues-to-lovers, mention of drink, mention of family, cursing.

Author's note: This is my second time writing for Max Phillips and I have to admit, it was slightly out of my comfort zone but I hope you enjoy it none the less!

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For @66wookies

Kiki, it was such a pleasure to write this. After this intense year and the anticipating lead up to 2021, I thought now was a perfect time to share this fic with you. I truly hope you enjoy this fic and had a wonderful festive season. With love,

Your Secret Santa (Rach) Xx.

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You hated him. Okay, maybe that was a slight over statement, but you weren't exactly pleased with your boss. It was New Year's Eve and you had plans to spend time with your family like you did every year. You'd go to the beach and watch the firework display before heading back home and getting cozy on the sofa, nursing a mug of your favourite hot beverage and watching the countdown on live television. It was simple, but it was your tradition, and it was important to you.

You had to drop by the office during the break between Christmas and New Year's to drop off a sales project you'd been working on for the past month. Proud of the results, you slipped it on your boss' desk and turned around to leave when a large hand dropped down to the small of your back, stopping you in your footsteps. Your whole body stiffened up and you swallowed the lump that had appeared in your throat. You knew it was your boss, because there was just something so distinct about the aura Max Phillips gave off.

He called your name and you took a deep breath, turning around to face him. His hand slipped from you and he smiled politely.

"I need you to stop by on New Year's Eve… work late." Max said matter-of-factly like you couldn't even question it. You stood there completely dumbfounded, your eyes turning comically wide in disbelief when you saw him spin around and walk into his office. You hurried after him.

"I can't do that," you replied with a small, incredulous scoff, like his suggestion was ridiculous. "I booked in to take a holiday for New Year's Eve months ago. I have plans."

"Plans change," Max sighed, sliding into his chair and casually slipping his feet up on his office desk, crossing over his ankles and folding his arms against his chest. "You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took this job. You knew that you must make your position here a priority."

He was right. You hated that he was right.

"But I have plans!" you repeated in protest, perhaps a little too loudly. Max looked up from the paperwork you handed in and stared at you with a quirked eyebrow. Something about the look on his face made you infuriated. It was like he failed to understand how much this has upset you. "Can't you ask Evan? Or Amanda? Or hell, even Tim?"

"Now, no need to get upset," Max hummed, his tone as condescending as ever. "If I wanted Evan or Amanda or Tim I would've asked them. But I want you."

You were angry. So angry you felt your cheeks burn up with rage. But there was something so personal about Max specifically selecting you. You didn't understand it— truth be told, you were just as qualified as everyone else in the office. You always felt like you didn't particularly stand out from a crowd, but clearly, in this circumstance, you had stood out to Max. In fact, you had stood out the moment Max hired you.

He shouldn't have done it, but it wasn't his fault. When you walked into his office for the first time, bright eyed and prepared for your interview, he found you completely and utterly alluring. You were smiley, perky, and gave all the right answers. Even if you had given the wrong answers, the chances were that Max would've still hired you. He figured he could get used to your irresistible good looks by seeing you every day, but he hadn't really. It had been months and he hadn't gotten over you.

Max was no monster. In the moment, you were filled with blinded rage and you were certain he must've had a heart made of stone— but actually, that wasn't true at all. In fact, you couldn't have been more wrong. After you had stormed out of his office, Max was left alone. He swung his feet off the table, immediately ridding himself of that cocky persona he always displayed, and began to nervously pick at his fingernails. He did feel bad. He did feel selfish. But if he didn’t do this now, he felt like I would simply explode. And that would be messy.

He’d admired you from day one. He loved your charm, and the way you’d waltz into the office every morning and brighten up the room. No one else noticed, but Max certainly did. He tried dumb little ways to win your affection, like bringing you a coffee on his lunch break or the bouquet of red roses on your birthday, but you never took the hint.

Maybe you hadn’t taken the hint that he liked you because you were too busy yearning over him yourself! You were smitten with Max. Who wouldn’t be? On the exterior, he was cool and collected, smug and suave. He wore these perfectly pressed designer suits and had the most beautiful chocolate brown hair. You swore you always caught his eyes sparkling, even under the dull, artificial office lighting. He was your dream man, but he also happened to be a man you never would’ve imagined ending up with. He had such a big and boisterous personality, and his job was literally his lifestyle. He was so career oriented whereas you were more focused on spending time with your family. Maybe that’s why this hurt you so much.

You laid on your bed, staring at your wall clock as it ticked by with every second. You had to be at the office in half an hour. If it was up to you, you would’ve been at the firework display doting one of your sleek, little black dresses. You huffed out your cheeks, mourning the New Years Eve you could’ve had. But that was when the realization hit you. You looked down at your comfy slacks and sweater and decided that you weren’t going to let Max Phillips ruin your evening. You could still have a good time, even if your plans had changed. You got up, walked over to your closet and picked out the outfit you had planned on wearing tonight.

You slipped into the dress, fastened your heels and grabbed your favourite jacket, pulling it over your body for warmth. Knowing the roads would be busy, you didn’t want the stress of driving, so you called a cab. As you waited outside for your taxi, your feet became submerged in the thick, fluffy white snow and your breathing became jittery from the cold. You almost regretted wearing the short dress but knew once you entered the office, the heat would engulf you and it would be so worth it.

You were right, too. When you had finally arrived at work, you noted that Max had left the heating on for you. You supposed that had been thoughtful of him, all things considered. The front door got stuck, as it always did. You groaned, trying to get it to budge open and took a mental note. You'd have to text Frank in the morning and remind him to get the stupid lock fixed before something bad happens. The lobby was dark but you did notice the small amber light illuminating Max’s private office at the end of the room. You walked down the deserted office space, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you approached the very end. You knocked on his door, which already stood slightly ajar and waited for Max to call you in. After a brief silence, you finally heard Max’s voice.

His jaw dropped when he saw you, but as always, you didn’t even notice. You always failed to recognise the signs that Max was indeed completely enamoured with you. His lips parted slightly in awe and his eyes widened as you slipped out of your jacket and hung it on the coat peg. Max drunk in your appearance like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; he even felt something begin to stir in his lower abdomen. It was a sensational feeling. He couldn’t tear his gaze from you as he admired the way your dress hugged your body and accentuated you in all the right places. You were even wearing that beautiful shade of red lipstick, the same one you had worn at the annual Christmas party. The same one that Max had specifically mentioned he adored so much. That colour suited you so well, it drove him crazy.

"You… you look exquisite," he gulped nervously, feeling himself begin to fluster up. "I didn't realise we were making it formal."

"You always wear your suits," you pointed out. "I figured I could dress up too. I bought this dress specifically for my plans tonight and well, I didn't want it to go to waste,"

Max didn't reply, he was still too busy raking in your appearance. The prolonged silence irritated you slightly and you released a sigh that you didn't even realise you were holding back. "Max, if you don't mind me asking, why am I here?" you quizzed.

"Oh, right," Max replied, an air of apology in his voice. He pointed at the chair that was located on the other side of his desk. "Sit."

You obeyed his instruction, gently sliding into the plush leather seat and crossing your legs. You literally took his breath away. He was going to do it, he was finally going to admit his feelings to you, but he couldn't help but notice the scowl that played across your lips. You looked genuinely pissed off with him. So much so that he figured maybe now wasn't the best time after all.

"What is it?" you raised your eyebrows, waiting for the acting sales manager to say something— anything.

"I-" Max started but he really couldn't bring myself to continue. He just couldn't do it. It would be humiliating for him, and there was no way you'd even feel the same way. His whole idea was a joke and he couldn't have been any less thrilled. "Doesn't matter. Sorry for calling you here tonight. Go be with your family." He told you, finally breaking eye contact and looking down at the floor sadly.

You knotted your eyebrows together. "I'm sorry? What?" you gritted out. You weren't as much angry as you were confused.

"Yeah," Max muttered, pointing aimlessly at the door. You blinked profusely. "Sorry." he mumbled again. This was really embarrassing for him. Max Phillips didn't let this kind of shit happen. Max Phillips wasn't the kind of guy to fall in love with his employees— but you had him wrapped around your little finger and didn't even know about it.

"Don't you have family to be with?" you asked your boss hesitantly. Come to think of it, you had never heard Max talk about his family. All you knew about his personal life was that he was excluded from university and ended up finishing his Business Management degree in some quaint and rather illegitimate sounding Romanian college. Max shook his head 'no' and you opted not to prod him any further about it. "Well, I appreciate you letting me leave. But it's no fun staying cooped up in here all night. You're more than welcome to join me and my relatives at the firework display."

Were you mildly annoyed that Max had brought you to his office on New Year's Eve for no evident reason? Yes. But were you also ecstatic that he was allowing you to leave and see your family? Absolutely. You weren't going to deny him, and you were afraid that if you questioned him any further he might change his mind.

Max's eyes lit up at your suggestion. "Wait, really?" He asked, already grabbing his coat and pulling it over his shoulders. "I can drive." His enthusiasm reminded you of the very reason you had fallen for him in the first place.

You giggled. "Of course! Mind, my family can be quite...intense." you warned. Max shut the light and the both of you walked down the empty office to the front door where you tried to open it. But, it wouldn't budge. It was stuck. Your movements became erratic as you tried to yank it open, your fingers clenched tightly around the handle. "Um, it won't open." you said hesitantly, beginning to panic and use all your upper body strength to try and push the lock back. You had remembered the door had been on its last legs for quite some time now… but of course it would only be your luck for it to finally give way on New Year's Eve.

"Let me try." You stepped back and watched as Max jiggled the lock a little. He looked up and down at the door, trying to gauge its sturdiness before slamming his full body into the wooden frame and breaking it down. You screamed, your eyes going comically wide as the door shattered into a million splintered pieces. Max brushed his fitted suit down like nothing had even happened.

"What the-" you gasped, your voice turning incredulously high pitched. "How did you do that?"

"Uh, just a simple shift of weight," Max said, analysing the damage done.

"Gosh, it's like you have super strength or something." you started pointedly at the mess on the floor, your gaze flicking between the rubble and your boss who was just waiting for you to follow him outside.

"...or something," he muttered when you eventually stepped over the mess and walked with him to the parking lot. Max Phillips was not your ordinary guy by any means. He'd love for you to one day learn the truth about him, but for now he'd have to tackle one step at a time and all he could think about was the possibility of finally admitting his feelings to you.

You slid into the passenger's seat of Max's car and he followed behind you. As he turned on the exhaust, you pulled down the interior mirror and padded out the little snowflakes which had fluttered into your hair. As you fixed your appearance, you noticed Max was staring at you from the corner of his eye, trying to be discreet. He waited until you had finished before he started to drive.

The drive was filled with a comfortable silence, the car radio quietly humming in the background as you glanced outside, unable to contain your smile. There was just something so beautiful about this time of year. You loved seeing the way the ground was lapped with snow and the trees which stood tall and bare. It was magical.

Max finally pulled up as close to the firework display as he could get— although it was still around a ten minute walk away. You both slid out of the car, immediately shivering as the cold winter air once again hit you. "Definitely wasn't planning on doing this tonight," Max admitted with a light chuckle.

"You know? Me neither," You laughed back. "Otherwise I would've brought my gloves."

Truthfully, Max didn't feel the cold. There was something about him… it was like he was always cold and so the winter air didn't bother him as much as it would bother anyone else. Max slipped his hand into yours, his fingers curling around yours and giving you a gentle squeeze. You felt your heart rate increase speed under his touch and you looked up at him with confused, glazed eyes.

"Transferring just a little body heat," he explained, but cursed himself as soon as the words left his lips. Who speaks like that? Could he not have just admitted that he's been wanting to hold your hand for what feels like forever? You nodded unknowingly and shot him an adorable grin.

You both walked through the thick snow, hand in hand, and Max paid extra care to make sure you wouldn't slip over on the black ice. Those heels you were wearing looked like a nightmare to walk in. He had your back, and for the first time in forever, you genuinely felt protected.

You spotted your family immediately once you arrived at the display, smiling and shouting them over. Max nervously followed behind you, his hands in his coat pockets. "Hey, I thought you couldn't make it." your mom grinned, pulling you into a comforting hug.

"Well we figured something out," you laughed. "This is my boss by the way, Max Phillips."

Your family and Max exchanged pleasantries as you waited for the display to start. "I'm going to get some hot cocoa from the vendor over there," Max announced. "Does anyone want anything?"

Your family said no but you asked him politely for a cup of your favourite hot beverage. "So," your mother cooed. "What's the deal with you two?"

"What do you mean?" you asked with a quirked eyebrow, but you knew what her tone suggested.

"Are you kidding? I see the way he looks at you!" Your mom explained and you felt a flush of heat swamp across your cheeks.

"I really don't think he feels that way about me," you scoffed and your mother emitted a small hum. "We're just friends and uh… colleagues."

Max came back and handed you your hot drink. You hummed in delight as you nursed the cup, the heat warming your hands and the smell enticing you.

The firework display began, bolts of pretty colours shooting up into the air and exploding into magic. You leaned your head into the crook of Max's shoulder as you both watched the night sky explode into colour. It was awe-inspiring.

Your mother tapped you on the shoulder, interrupting your moment. "The kids are cold," she explained. "I think we're going to head home early and watch the countdown to midnight on the television. You and Max are more than welcome to join us."

You turned to Max, wanting to know what he thought. He dropped a hand to your wrist. "Uh actually, could we have a moment of privacy?" he raised an eyebrow and you hesitantly nodded your head. Your mother smiled understandingly and waved you both goodbye.

"So," you hummed, gently rocking backwards and forwards, a slight awkwardness in your body language.

"I've never actually seen fireworks in real life before." Max admitted.

"Really?" you felt your eyes widen in surprise and Max nodded. "You know Max, I've always thought you were like an enigma. Mystery man. There's so much I don't know about you, but then sometimes, you come out with the most random things."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Max asked.

You thought for a second. "I want to know why you invited me to your office on New Year's Eve, only to let me go home after all. I don't understand. I finished the sales project, done all the work you asked of me…"

Max sighed, cutting you off. "I know," he said. "It wasn't for a work thing…"

You furrowed your eyebrows together in bewilderment, waiting for him to continue. "Countdown to midnight in one minute!" the announcer yelled and everyone around you screamed.

"The truth is, I had to tell you something. Something I've been keeping to myself for a long time," Max began to explain. He felt himself getting nervous but he knew he had to do his best to shake off the anxiety. Now was a good of a time as any. "I like you," he admitted. "A lot. And I've liked you for a long time. And I'm not sure if you feel the same way but these feelings have been eating me up for what feels like an eternity… I never thought a man like me could fall in love but I'm pretty sure… I'm pretty sure I could be falling right now."

You were in complete disbelief. Your boss was admitting he had feelings for you this whole time?

"I invited you to my office because I wanted to tell you, but when I saw how upset you were with me… it put me off," Max sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. If it does, just let me know and we can forget all about it."

He was rambling on, he hadn't even noticed the countdown beginning.

10, 9, 8…

"But I don't want to forget. I want to go into this new year with you knowing exactly how I feel. I'd love to go into the new year with you by my side because shit… I've imagined it for so long,"

7, 6, 5…

"I'm not a perfect guy, in fact, there's a lot you need to know about me. But if you just give me one chance… I promise I won't mess it up,"

4, 3, 2…

"Please."

1.

The crowds erupted into chaos as the final batch of fireworks exploded into the night sky. "Happy new year!" People cheered and screamed excitedly. You pressed your lips against Max's, unable to contain your smile. Your action took him by surprise. After a slight stumble backwards, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his palms on the small of your back.

"Happy new year," you mumbled against his lips.

"Happy new year," he replied, affectionately nudging the curve of his nose against yours.

"I love you too." And with your confession, Max pulled you into another, deeper and more passionate kiss. You knew in that moment you'd be in for a great year ahead.

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I love love love being picked up by my partner, for me its up there in forms of intimacy. How do you think the Pedro boys would react if they were asked by their partner to pick them up?

When You Ask Them To Pick You Up:

Javier: Okay? He doesn’t really get it, and damned if his back doesn’t hurt. He will, but he’s going to grip about it. Our Javi is a bit more subtly when it comes to the form of intimacy. However, he will carry you of a dangerous situation. That’s canon.

Ezra: Do you really want to make this poor man pick you up? He has one arm. He will try his damnest though. He will need help from you in the form of wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Mando: Again, another one that doesn’t really get why you want him to pick you up. There are still layers of beskar and cloth between you. He won’t complain, he won’t say much of anything. Behind his helmet he’s softer than you would imagine, wishing there was nothing between you. 

Catfish: He likes it. He loves being able to pick you up and hold you close. He’s carried heavy packs for miles while he was in the Army, so picking you up and holding you for a few moments is nothing. Plus he loves the smile on your face when he does. 

Tovar: He’s gonna grumble and complain. But he also goes out of his way to pick you up when you don’t say anything. He’s soft for you so he will do it whenever you want. Just don’t expect him not to pretend to hate it. 

Agent Whiskey: Anytime you want darlin’. It’s just another opportunity to put his hands on you. So of course he’s going to put his hands on your waist and hoist you up in his arms. He loves the little intimacies as well.  

Max Phillips: Of course he will. You think he can’t? He’s a vampire. 

Marcus Pike: He adores it. Loves that you want to be close to him and have this connection. For him it’s just another reminder that you are just as enamored with him as he is with you. 

Dave York: No.

Oberyn: He gives you an indulgent smile and proceeds to do it. You are his dove and he will indulge you. All with a playful grin on his face as others look at both of you. 

Max Lord: Our favorite power suit wearing car salesman might have a bit of a soft spot for this. It touches that part of him that just wants to be loved and accepted and viewed as worthy. Every time he hauls you into his arms his eyes close and he gives you a small sigh. 

Marcus Moreno: He loves it. Especially after losing his wife, he knows that you need to make the most out of each day. So this little act shows both you how much you care for each other. 

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I don’t know if requests are open but.. if they are, can I request a first kiss with Frankie (maybe with some weed involved)

If they are not: ignore this ask. what ask?

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

Warnings: mention of drugs, kissing

A/N: Who doesn’t want to kiss Frankie??

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

“Do you remember our first kiss?” you asked Frankie as he laid his head in your lap and looked up at you.

“Of course I do. How could I forget?”

---

It was a spring night. You two had always met up to just hang out, smoke a little, then just talk. Something had always been there between the two of you, but neither of you ever spoke about it because both of you had been thinking the same thing: they can’t possibly feel the same thing I’m feeling.

But it was there.

It was in the looks you gave each other. It was in the looks he gave you when you weren’t looking. It was in the late night phone calls. It was in the way you made each other smile and laugh. And yet neither of you had ever made a move.

There was a hesitation, a nervousness—the fact that a simple kiss could mean so much. Well, of course it would. You two meant the world to each other so a kiss would mean the same. But your friendship, this thing you had built over so many years, was it worth ruining for the sake of a kiss?

“Maybe it wouldn’t ruin anything,” you whispered and Frankie looked at you.

“What?” he asked and that’s when you noticed you had spoken your thoughts aloud.

“Uh...nothing.” Your nails scratched at the chipping paint on the bed of his pickup.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he insisted and you scoffed awkwardly.

“It’s nothing. Really.” You played with your fingers, rocking back and forth. A light breeze swept across your bare arms and you shivered a bit, but not enough to notice. Well, at least you didn’t think it was noticeable.

“You’re cold,” Frankie said, immediately shrugging his brown jacket off and moving in front of you to put it over your shoulders. “How’s that?”

“W-Warm,” you said. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes—those deep, brown eyes that looked black in the fading light of the day. “Warm,” you repeated.

“Yeah, you said that.” He grinned and you looked at his lips. Why the hell did you do that? You let out a trembling sigh. You tried to look away. And he was still standing in front of you. And his hands were still on your arms. You could feel the warmth of them even through the jacket.

“Frankie I-”

“I-”

You both tried speaking at the same time. “Uh, you first,” Frankie offered.

“No, you.” You pulled his jacket tighter around you and took in his scent—that woodsy scent you loved so much.

“Okay, well...I’d like to kiss you,” he said. He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I have wanted to for a really long fucking time,” he confessed.

“But?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice.

“I’m afraid if I do I’ll never stop,” he breathed. The breeze picked up again, blowing his dark curls in the cutest way. You wanted to touch them...so you did. He closed his eyes to your touch then turned his head to kiss your palm. He opened his eyes, afraid of what kind of look you might be giving him, but he saw nothing but a smile—the prettiest smile in the goddamn world.

“You don’t have to stop,” you finally said and moved closer to him.

He still hesitated but eventually he cupped your face with one hand and dragged his thumb along your bottom lip gently. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” You nodded and he moved in, his nose bumping yours as your lips touched ever so slightly. His hand shook against your cheek. Your eyes were still opened but his were closed and it made you smile. Then he really kissed you. Like really, really. And your eyes closed as you let him take you away with.

You were flying, soaring. And his lips were so fucking soft. He wasn’t forceful, he didn’t try to stick his tongue in your mouth or anything, he just kissed you. That was all he wanted.

When he pulled away, you followed then giggled sheepishly. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Hm? For what?” He looked at you, at your lips.

“I...don’t even know. Can you just-”

“Kiss you again? Yeah.” You nodded quickly and he kissed you a little harder this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you knew he was making sure it was okay with you. When your tongue touched his, he actually moaned and you knew you would never hear such a delightful sound ever again. You both pulled away again, but then you were back together. You moved a little too quickly and his teeth hit your lip.

“Ouch,” you whispered then laughed and he smiled into another kiss.

“There. All better,” he said against your lips.

How much time had passed? Where were you? What the hell was your name again?

He pulled away and just looked at you, touching your bottom lip again. “We should stop...for tonight.”

You nodded, hoping to find your voice. “Okay...”

“I’ll take you home.” He held onto the side of his truck as he walked up to the passenger side to open the door for you. His legs must have felt the same way as yours. It was like you had forgotten how to walk. Before getting in, you turned and kissed him and he chuckled giddily before closing your door and walking to his side.

The ride home was quiet, but not awkwardly so. You purposely put your hand on the center console where he was resting one of his so that every now and then your pinkies would touch and you would both look at each other and laugh quietly. Eventually, he just laced his fingers with yours and kept it that way the whole ride.

“Well,” he said as the car idled in front of your place.

“Well...” You still hadn’t let go of his hand. “I should get inside. Uh...” You exhaled then leaned over and kissed him. It was a little awkward but you didn’t care. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the best first kiss I’ve ever had,” you told him before giving him a quick kiss and getting out of the car. You had walked all the way up to your door before realizing you still had his jacket. He saw you shrugging it off and rolled down his window.

“Keep it!” he shouted. “I’ll come get it tomorrow...if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me. Goodnight.” You walked into the house and closed the door before squealing happily to yourself. You fell asleep in his jacket that night.

---

“Wait...you slept in my jacket?” Frankie asked, amused.

“I sure did.” You ran your fingers through his curls.

“You still like wearing that one every now and then too,” he said, smiling brightly.

“Yup. I love when you wear it even more though.” You winked down at him and he winked back. His hands rested on his chest as he relaxed on you so you reached out and placed your hand next to his. Your pinkies touched as you looked into each other’s eyes. Then, just like on that night, he laced his fingers with yours and kept it that way.

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