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You Stole My Heart So I Stole Your Shirt

Top!Frank

Bottom!Reader

Summary: When your forgetfulness has you borrowing Frank's shirt, you realize just how much you want each other.

Author: xocasper

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"Shit," you muttered as you peeled back the shower curtain, being greeted with dirty clothes rather than the clean ones you swore you brought in. This wouldn't be such an issue if you hadn't thrown in your laundry earlier. You must've tossed the clean ones in too.

You hastily dried yourself off, wrapping yourself in a towel and rushing to your bedroom to search for something to wear. It wasn't like you were going anywhere, but you couldn't exactly walk around naked until your clothes were dry. You rummaged through your dresser, and luckily you found a pair of shorts. Now to find a shirt.

With nothing left in your dresser, you desperately turned to your closet that you hadn't used in ages. It was more like a storage unit at this point, so you doubted you'd find a top in there. It must've been your lucky day though because you spotted some dark fabric in the corner of the wardrobe.

You gave a triumphant 'aha!' and yanked it out, giving it a once over before tugging it on. It was an old Black Flag shirt that belonged to your roommate, Frank. It must've gotten lost here ages ago, and you knew he was going to give you a hard time for it later.

The shirt fit you well, falling a little below the edge of your shorts, as he was only a few inches taller than you. The design was faded, and despite being apart from its owner for so long, it still smelled like him. You flopped onto your bed and pulled a novel off your nightstand, flicking through the pages inattentively.

It was a Friday night, which meant that he would be home soon with a few movies from the Blockbuster downtown. The clock in your bedroom read 6:15, so you had around forty-five minutes to kill. You gave up on trying to read your book and rolled over, snuggling into your pillows for a catnap.

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"Hey, are you in here?" Frank's voice was muffled through the door, but the incessant knocking was loud enough to wake you. Reluctantly you peeled your eyes open, cringing at the bright light in your room.

"Yeah, you can come in," you replied, yawning as he pushed your door open. He stumbled into your room, observing you as you stretched and rubbed your eyes in hopes of waking yourself up.

"Oh shit, did I wake- That's where my shirt went?" Frank cut himself off and pointed at your (his) top, confusing the hell out of you until you remembered what you were wearing. Glancing down at the shirt and then back at him, you pouted and told him how you had no clothes for after your shower.

"Aw c'mon, you didn't want to walk around naked?" He grinned, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. You knew he was only teasing, but it flustered you anyway. You rolled your eyes at him and told him to shut up before hopping off your bed, praying the butterflies in your stomach would shrivel up and die.

"I'll give it back to you once my clothes are dry; it should only take another hour," you told him, making your way to the kitchen for a snack. He followed suit, taking in the sight of you as he went.

"Don't worry about it. It looks nice on you." You turned to face him and ask what he meant by that, but you didn't realize just how close he was. You tripped slightly as you took a step back, and he planted his hands on your hips to prevent you from falling.

"You think so?" Your question came out softer than intended, and you gazed at him as you waited for a response, studying the specks of colors in his irises.