bf of almost a year dumped me so he could be alone and work on himself, got with his longtime female friend a month later, yes the one he told me not to worry about. been crying and panicking and refusing to eat for 6 weeks. but alas, my anakin friends….firefighter anakin is haunting me….demanding to be written…..
i haven’t written in a very long time, i am extremely heartbroken, and this is the only thing that sounds appealing to me. i have lots of ideas for this but not enough energy to write a whole fic, so this is all over the place and not very good, but HERE
living above a firehouse isn’t exactly what you envisioned for yourself. the two story brick building normally would house the bunks, the kitchen, and the living space for the firefighters. but this one went through a remodel, and a strange deal between the local government and a local property owner. it’s noisy, the floor plan is bizarre - but the rent is cheap. and, the eye candy never hurts.
the general rotation of firefighters is ten guys, and shift changes are every 12 hours, with many of them working doubles a couple days a week. because of this, you’ve gotten to know them all decently well over the first four months of your year long lease. they’re mostly polite - the married ones are quiet and don’t make eye contact, and of course there’s one asshole that hits on you a little too much when you walk by. there’s one that’s always caught a little more of your attention though; anakin.
he was silent for the first few weeks, other than introducing himself the first day you went down with warm cookies to introduce yourself as the upstairs neighbor. but you noticed his eyes on you the few times you stopped to chat, and always shot him shy smiles. eventually, he opened up. the stairs up to your unit are upstairs, and slightly steep and rickety. anakin, who makes it a habit to sit on a folding chair outside the station, rushes to help you anytime he’s on the clock and you come home with groceries. this gesture is what cemented him the #1 spot in your eyes.
“who helps you when i’m not on shift?” he asked a couple weeks ago, placing four bags down just inside your door.
“nobody,” you exhale, “but nobody else sits outside like you do” you smile. he frowns.
“from now on, only do trips like this if you know i’m working, i don’t want you carrying all this by yourself” he instructs, and something about his tone leaves no room for argument, so you just nod, and thank him.
one evening, after a long and frustrating day, you absolutely cannot get a jar open. you pride yourself on being an independent woman, but the lid just won’t budge, so after ten minutes of battling it, you begrudgingly pad down the stairs in your slippers and knock on the man-door. anakin answers, knowing if it was someone else, they’d ring the assistance bell.
“what’s up?” he asks, wearing a tight compression shirt and joggers. you open your mouth and look down then up, before quickly snapping back to reality. you meet his smirking expression with a bashful one.
“i can’t open this jar. i’m sorry” you say, holding it towards him. he takes it and opens it immediately, handing it right back to you.
“don’t be sorry, i like doing things for you” he says, his eyes soft and warm. you blush and whisper a thank you - unusually flustered and embarrassed as you scurry off. of course, you bring down a serving of chicken alfredo, knocking on the door again.
“me again, don’t tell the others. i had extra but not enough for everyone” you say, handing him a tupperware container full of the food.
“you are somethin else, thank you sweetheart” he chuckles, shaking his head. “this is not a fair trade, all i did was open a jar”
“it is fair when you factor in how good you looked doing it” you say without thinking, your own eyes going wide at the boldness. his eyes do the same, then he chuckles.
“whatever, you’re the one looking too fucking cute in your pajamas” he teases, blushing intensely. you go to speak. but the alarm starts blaring inside, and the garage door opens.
“fuck” you say, stepping back
“talk later, thank you!” he exclaims, sprinting back inside.
“be safe!” you yell into the door just as it slams shut.
you carry the warm blush of the exchange for the rest of night, after the worry wears off when the truck returns, all of the boys exiting safely.
a couple of nights later, you are all dolled up for a night out with girlfriends. a short black dress, thigh high boots, and a leather jacket. you haven’t felt this hot in a while, and it just so happens that anakin is in his little camping chair outside when you strut down the stairs.
“goddamn neighbor, who are you all dressed up for?” he asks, standing up when he catches sight of you. it’s dusk, just light enough to still drink each other in with your eyes.
“me, myself, and i” you smile, doing a little twirl to show him the whole outfit.
“you’re a lucky girl then, don’t tell me you’re going on a date?” he asks, his normally cocky demeanor failing for a moment. you giggle and shake your head.
“no sir, no dates for me. just out with the girls. my uber’s almost here” you tell him, glancing down at your phone to see the little car getting closer and closer.
“well, have fun gorgeous. hey, don’t uber home. let me give you my number and just call me when you need a ride” he offers, rocking back on his heels nervously. the proposition surprises you. he pulls out his phone and holds it out to you.
“you want to pick me up, drunk, and bring me home? no strings?” you ask, but take the phone from his hand anyway to type in your number.
“no strings, and if you decide to uber, no hard feelings. i’m off in an hour and i live close by. plus if you call, then i have your number” he smirks. “i wont even go inside your place if you dont want me to” he reassures me.
“i’ll call you” you say, and hand the phone back right as the uber pulls up.
“i look forward to it” he smiles, walking you to the car to open the back door for you. “have fun”
hours later, you are inside the last bar of the night after hopping from place to place. drunk but not sloppy, you hit “call”
“hi there” anakin picks up on the second ring, sounding wide awake thank god. you didn’t want to wake him.
“oh hi handsome” you giggle “does the offer still stand?” you ask, leaning against the wall. the girls are a few feet away in the loud building, standing around a table & finishing the last of the drinks.
“of course it does, where are you?” he asks.
“i’m at tommy’s, is that too far?” you ask, naming the tiny dive bar you have found yourself in.
“not at all, i’ll be there in 10” he answers.
“thank you anakin, see you soooooon!” you drag out, huge smile on your face. he chuckles on the other end.
“see you sooooon!” he mimics, and you hang up.
right on time, he arrives. you wave goodbye to your friends when you get the ‘i’m here’ text, and they all drunkenly coo about what a fun night we had. anakin is waiting outside, and opens the passenger door of his car the second he sees you.
“so chivalrous” you laugh, sitting down & tucking your bare legs inside, thankful for the hot air blasting through the vents.
“for you, yes” he laughs & closes the door.
the curse of drunk yapping hits you the moment he starts driving, and you do not stop talking for the entire 15 minute ride. you talk about the yummy drink at the first bar, about how good the music was at the second, how excited you are to get in bed, how nice it is of him to pick you up, and more. he doesn’t get a word in, just laughs and affirmations that what you’re talking about is cool. you only stop once he parks in front of the firehouse.
“i’m truly sad that drive was so short, i could’ve listened to you talk my ear off all night” he puts the car in park and rotates to look at you. you smile drunkenly at him, reaching and touching his hand on the console.
“thank you for the ride, i apologize for talking your ear off” you say quietly.
“don’t ever apologize to me, i love hearing you talk…. you’re so beautiful” he whispers the last part, reaching his other hand up to touch the ends of my curled but now frizzy hair. you stare at each other for a moment, and you are dying for him to kiss you, but you know he won’t. “let me walk you up, wait there” he says, and you do so he can get out, and walk around to open your door for you.
“you know no one’s ever gotten my car door for me?” you tell him, taking his offered hand to help you up. he looks genuinely shocked.
“seriously? how?” he asks, leading the way towards your stairs.
“i dunno,” you shrug. “one serious relationship, he never did it. just not used to it is all” you tell him, carefully stepping up each stair.
“well get used to it. i’m nowhere near done getting doors for you” he says, stopping at the top of the stairs.
“thank you” you whisper, and he grabs your other hand, facing you.
“can i kiss you?” he asks, moving one hand to my waist, and i reciprocate by stepping closer.
“please do” i answer, and he leans in & presses his lips to mine. gently, and slowly. when he pulls away, you lean in towards his chest and he hugs you tight.
“okay rascal, it’s your bedtime. i’ll text you when i get home” he says, taking the key from your hand & opening the door for you and handing them back to you.
“you don’t want to come in?” you ask, gesturing to the apartment.
“you have no fucking idea how badly i want to. but you’re drunk, and i want to take you on a real date. i will come inside next time” he explains, leaning to kiss my forehead.
bf of almost a year dumped me so he could be alone and work on himself, got with his longtime female friend a month later, yes the one he told me not to worry about. been crying and panicking and refusing to eat for 6 weeks. but alas, my anakin friends….firefighter anakin is haunting me….demanding to be written…..
