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[avarkriss]

Small Town

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Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader (no y/n; use of she/her)

Rated: A for All, minimal warnings apply

Word Count: 1.025k

Summary: You and Frankie are best friends, but his feelings for your run a little bit deeper than friendship

From the 200 Follower Prompt list! Two anons sent in: 

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you” with lovesick Frankie

“How much have you had to drink tonight” with yearning Frankie

Warnings: lovesick and yearning Frankie, a lil’ bit of angst, alcohol use

Author’s Note: These two asks worked so well together that they went into the same little ficlet. I really enjoy writing Frankie and will have to do more in the future! I’m still new to this so I dunno if I should tag drabbles...if you wanna be tagged in them let me know?? Please enjoy and be well ~

Frankie adjusted his hat in the rear view mirror of his pickup truck before looking at the bar and sighing. He doesn’t know why you always pick the same place for your birthday, wishing he could shake that high school memory where your older brother found the two of you around the corner of the building, about to share in a first kiss.

The moment was ruined after that and you went on to kiss several far more popular guys before you graduated, taking a piece of his heart with him when you went to college. He took to the army instead, wanting to fly, but just like everyone else he wound back to the same small town, surrounded by the same people, at the same bar, on your birthday.

And for you, his best friend? He’d do anything, even if it meant having to watch Donny and Jayce play beer pong for the ten millionth time while he quietly sipped his beer at the bar, carefully watching you on the dance floor, alert to your surroundings so you wouldn’t have to be.

When he walked into the bar you noticed him immediately, face breaking into a huge grin while you rushed to crush him in a hug.

“Frankie you came!” you said excitedly, bouncing on your heels while wrapping your fingers in his.

“‘Course I did,” he smiled gently at you, noticing your dilated pupils and feeling your hammering pulse course through the vein in your wrist.

“C’mon, come dance with me,” you said, pulling on his hand.

He groaned and tipped his head back, following along with you only because you wanted him to. When you got to the dance floor you spun yourself under his arm, coming back to stand in front of him and bounce to the rhythm. He tried so hard to watch your face, but the way your chest bounced under your clothes kept drawing his eye down, only to snap back up to stare into your smile. If you noticed, you didn’t care.

It wasn’t long before some of your friends came by and pulled you away, leaving him alone in a sea of people he just barely tolerated and only for your sake. He made his way to his spot at the end of the bar, getting his usual beer. He sat against the corner and sipped while he watched you, quietly taking in every luscious curve of your body. The way your chest moved up and down as you breathed; the curve of your hips, popping to a particularly good beat; the round of your ass, swaying side to side as you moved your feet.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he muttered to himself, watching you with your friends; his soft smile turning to a hard line when Donny came by you, surely planning to try another one of his lame pick up lines. You danced with him for a song and Frankie’s beer started tasting worse, so he set it to the side while contemplating what excuse he could use to leave early. He couldn’t watch you go home with someone else.

Again.

Frankie turned to the bartender to pay his tab, still running viable excuses to leave through his head when you appeared at his shoulder.

“You’re not leaving yet are you Frankie?”

He turned to look at you, your eyes wide, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. “Well, I-”

The words had barely started to tumble out of his mouth when you stole the cap off his head, putting it on yours and flashing him a wink before running out of the bar. He rolled his eyes and got up, calling your name as he stepped outside. He heard your drunken giggle around the corner and ran his hand through his hair, breathing out an exasperated sigh.

“Alright,” he said while he rounded the corner. He lost his train of thought while he looked at you in your favorite birthday outfit, half illuminated by the street lamp, eyes covered by the brim of his too big baseball cap settled on your ears.

“Hey Frankie,” you breathed, twisting your hands together while you bounced on your heels a little bit; “you remember the last time we were here?”

“We come here every year for your birthday,” he muttered, the brief memory of the kiss that never was flashing in his mind again.

“Not that,” you said, slowly walking towards him.

“Remember, when we were kids. You had me against this wall,” you said, backing him into the siding of the building.

“And you were leaning in, so we could both try something new,” you whispered, inching closer and closer to his mouth.

You sighed when you felt his hands settle on your waist, surprised when you felt him pushing down.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You blinked in surprise, taking a step back from him. “Only a couple shots Frankie, same as always.”

Frankie’s jaw ticked, unsure just how drunk you were. You were his best friend and he didn’t want you doing anything you would regret in the morning, despite how badly he wanted you right now.

“Keep my hat,” he said, walking away. “It looks cute on you.”

“Frankie wait,” you called after him, heart pounding inside your chest. When he turned to look at you the yearning on his face broke your heart in half, a realization flooding you that after all this time, he had always been there waiting for you.

“Please don’t go,” you whispered quietly, willing the tears to stay off of your face.

“I don’t want you to regret it,” he said, leaning on his truck to look at you, not trusting himself to get any closer. He didn’t have to as you quickly crossed the distance and pulled his mouth to yours, groaning when you felt his arm wrap around your waist. You pulled away from him, eyes wide and earnest.

“The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner.”

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