Dnf Oneshots

Blondie Next Door

Cw: this story will include graphic kissing scenes, angst, and self harm. The story itself will be based around fluff. Stay safe and enjoy!

POV: 3rd person

George had recently moved from the Uk to a quiet neighborhood in Florida. The kind of neighborhood with little cute houses with white wooden planks and a massive front yard. The kind of yard that should have a big oak tree in the center and a tire swing hanging from an even bigger branch that looked ready to snap any second. The kind of yard you would raise a family on.

It was a Saturday, and there actually was a family spending time outside in their yard right across the street from George. A father, two little girls who looked like twins, a mother, and an older brother. This brother had golden blonde hair, strikingly bright green eyes, and tiny freckles all over his face. Did we mention the fact he was, without a doubt, at least 6 foot and muscular as fuck?

Since George had moved to Florida, he caught himself looking out the window to watch this oversized blonde man many a time. He always shook it off, trying to deny the fact he was acting slightly obsessed. The way a fan would when they realized they just moved in next to their favorite singer, but were too big a chicken to say anything.

And to be honest, it was pretty easy for George to stay in denial. That was until at least, on this very Saturday, a knock came from George's front door. George had been in the kitchen, cleaning up after making himself a very delicious pb&j. "One second!" He called over his shoulder as he put the jelly back into the fridge. His British accent was still very potent, and he winced at how blatantly obvious it was just then. He shrugged it off, walking over to the front door and opening it.

He went rigid, seeing that the 6 foot something blonde man he had been practically spying on for the past week was on his doorstep. The blonde's voice was soft and a little husky, yet despite all of that— he sounded both sweet and friendly. "Hey! I saw you moved in recently and wanted to give you a proper welcoming. I uh- baked you some cookies." George blinked stupidly, trying to process what was going on. "Uhh- hello? Is now I bad time? I'm sorry- I could come back later. Although, the cookies probably won't be nearly as warm."  It was a long second before George replied, but it felt like hours to the brunette. "No- it's not a bad time. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting that." He smiled nervously at the man in his doorway, stuttering over his next words. "I'm George, by the way." The blonde smiled warmly, seeming pretty excited to get a name. "I'm Clay. Pleasure to meet you, George."

George nodded slightly, his gaze dropping to the platter of chocolate cookies Clay was holding. "I'd feel bad accepting your gift without inviting you in so... want a tea? Or coffee? Isn't that what you Americans drink nowadays?" Clay barked a laugh, nodding yes. "I thought you sounded British. Seems I was right." George went red, stepping to the side so Clay could step through the doorway. As he stepped in, George closed and locked the front door. Clay had already set the cookie platter down and was facing George again when he turned away from the door. "You moved in like... a week ago, right?" Clay questioned curiously. George nodded, "Yes. One week on the dot, actually. Have you been counting off the days or something?" This time, Clay went red. His gaze averted George's as he replied. George was no genius, but even he could recognize the white lie. "Nah. Just a lucky guess I suppose. I figured you hadn't been here that long otherwise we'd already know each other." George nodded slightly, trying to piece together why this stranger might be lying about this. It was weird-  very weird.

Clay broke the awkward almost silence with an excited exclamation. "You want a cookie? It's my secret recipe." He grinned playfully, his eyes lighting up somehow even more when George nodded. "Yes, actually. They look and smell delicious. Oh, but first- tea or coffee?" Clay just shook his head, handing George a cookie as he approached. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't really serious about that." The brunette nodded reluctantly, taking a bite from the cookies. His eyebrows shot up, and he had to hold in a groan. "Holy cow- what did you do to these things?" Clay laughed, taking a cookie for himself and downing it in one bite. He replied with cookie still in his mouth, and George almost choked on his own cookie in a laugh. "It's my secret recipe. I ain't telling you anything."