Francis Pritchard x Reader: That New Guy Is Trouble
He could feel your eyes piercing into his back, even if he was distracted by a motorcycle e-book. He was pretending to read when in reality he was nervous, reading the page over and over again. Unsure if he should pass it slowlyâŠor fastâŠhe sighed and instantly dropped the book to his lap, closing his eyes. He looked irritated towards you.
âWhat? Is there something on my face [Y/N]?â
You try to keep an emotionless face, your eyes just barely wavering. He was expecting you to say something, but instead you just closed your eyes and shook your head. He took the gesture as one that you were just staring off into space without noticing that you were looking at him. Just as he was about to open the book again, he felt your stare on him again. Seriously, whatâs wrong with [Y/N]?
âListen. If I have something on my face, then just tell me. Youâre raising my blood pressureâŠâ he exasperated then tore his cold stare away from your gaze. It felt like you could see right into his soul. He was about to say something else, until you interrupted him.
âSorry FrankâŠYou just sorta look like some video game character, but I canât put my finger on it. Everytime we hang I canât help but get a sixth-sense like you should be in Final FantasyâŠâ
He wouldÂŽve felt flattered, but your constant sight-intrusion made it nearly impossible.
âUh huhâŠâ This is awkward.
He clears his throat with all the calmness of the world and then just turns away, looking back to his e-book manual.
âYou knowâŠI feel jealous about the new Security Manager tooâŠâ
His breath hitched.
Did [Y/N] justâŠ
âExcuse me?â He was feeling uncomfortable and awkward again. How did you know? Was it that obvious? You tense, afraid of having stepped over a line.
âYouâve just seem so stressed these past few days with the new guy and allâŠâ Your voice became lower so as not to raise attention of others. No one was around at the time, probably on lunch break.
âI meanâŠYou used to always have lunch with us, discuss goals and off topic nerdy thingsâŠbut since Adam started joining us too you just seem to be avoiding the scene.â
âIâm not avoiding anyone.â
You look over your shoulder, checking to see if anyone was in the room before continuing the conversation.
âThen how about joining me for lunch today? To at least get it off your mind for a bit? Just us two playing some Triple Triad?â
âI donât need anyoneâs help, [Y/N]. You have been too busy lately to notice that Adam has been trying to get close to you,â he said, focusing all his attention to you now, âWhy is he even sitting at the tech table to begin withâ!â Â
âThatÂŽs not the pointââ his voice was fluctuating volumes. He was trying to change the topic and his eyes are flicking around frantically, looking everywhere, but at you.
"JustâŠstop talking about it. About himâŠâ
âSorry, I probably crossed your lineâŠâ You knew it was going to be thin ice to bring the topic up.
âNo, Iâm fine. I justâŠ,â his next words were barely voiced, âIâm afraid of losing you, [Y/N].â
âFrankâŠYouâre almost the only person I completely get along with. (The exception is Malik) and if it really bothers you that much then why not talk to him? Maybe youâll get a different impression of him.â
He was silent. This conversation was getting morbid fast. Maybe you should cheer him up.
Maybe he should just go and stand up to leave, butâŠ
but he might need some spaceâŠ
but you werenât wrongâŠ
âMaybe it is what you saidâŠâ he slowly turned around, again looking at you. You slowly opened your arms wide in hopes he would be fine with a hug. Frank looked aside a blush was just barely crawling to his pale cheeks.
âDoes cranky Franky want a hug?â
â[Y/N], itâs not necessaryââ
"I see you smiling over there,â He canât he resist such a cute person.
He sighed, feeling his heart getting faster as you crawled closer towards him. You were sitting a few centimeters away before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.
Your face was instantly against his neck and the scent of womanâs shampoo and motor oil immediately filled your lungs. It was sweet, gentle, and still masculine all together.
âI knew it. You do use woman hair products.â You whispered into hair. His only response was one of those half-laughs where you blew more air out of the nostrils than normal. You were expecting Frank to detach from the hug after fifteen seconds or so. However, it looked like he had other plans.
"Arenât you uncomfortable in that position?â He asked, surely noticing that your arms werenât in natural hugging positions, instead against his hips and ground to avoid yourself from falling on top of him. âYou can put your entire weight on me if you want, Iâm not going anywhere.â
"N-NoâŠ! Itâs notâ!â
He had already pulled you closer to him, making you unbalanced and fall ontop of him. Now you were sitting on his belly, nearly straddling him. For a second, you swore you saw him smile, but it went as fast as it came into your view; that couldÂŽve been an hallucination.
âWe can stay here for a bitâŠâ Frank turned his head to his office blinds to make sure theyâre still closed. âAnd I would love to have lunch with you.â He closed his eyes and rested his head on a pile of papers that were left on the floor.
"I hope you have better cards this time. Itâs not really fun beating you all the time.â
âThanks, [Y/N]. How does Thai sound?â
âFantastic. Oh! I figured out who you look like.â
âIf you parted your hair, you would be Laguna from Final Fantasy 8â
âI knew I loved you.â
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