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You know that Eli Moskowitz is a whirlwind of bright blue eyes and a tough exterior and the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

You also know that Eli Moskowitz can actually be a big softie.

Conflicted, you throw your head back and sigh. It’s Valentine’s Day soon, and you really, really want to ask him to be your valentine - despite his new personality, he still makes you feel safe. He laughs at your dumb jokes and you somehow never annoy him and he’s so reckless and stupid sometimes but he’s still so kind despite the stupid things he says and-

And you think you might be in love with him, as much as you hate to admit it.

Yes, he fights. Yes, he doesn’t think before he speaks. Yes, he smokes (which you hate).

And yes, you really fucking hate all of the above. But when it’s just you two, he’s smiling and he feels like someone you could make your safe place.

He’s silly and he’d probably give great hugs and he could protect you. He’s (somewhat) unafraid to show his emotions, beyond the alpha act at least.

You can’t stop thinking about him, and how he makes you feel and all that he is. Eli Moskowitz is, quite simply, exciting. And he makes you feel alive.

You can practically hear what he’d tell you to do. (“Go for it, pussy, if you like someone that much then I’m sure it’d make them really happy to hear!”)

So you ask him.

At first, you consider sending a meme or something, but that’d make it look like you were just joking, right?

You don’t want to come across as too eager, because ‘Hawk’ would probably be turned off by that (ugh), so you just send a simple ‘You got a valentine yet?”

He probably has. He’s Hawk, for fuck’s sake, he could get any damn person he wanted. He and Moon’s closeness made you green with envy sometimes, but you often wondered how you could possibly compare to a girl as fashionable and effortlessly cool as her.

He opens the message almost immediately, and your stomach jumps like every other time you guys talk, except now, your fear is actually somewhat valid.

“Nah. Wbu?”

You almost roll your eyes as you grin. You wish you could just shake him and tell him that he’s okay and cool as Eli and that he doesn’t need to be Hawk.

“I haven’t either, would you”

You stop yourself. Would he... ‘be down’? ‘Like to be yours’?

“I haven’t either, would you do the honours for me?”

Shit. You actually sent it.

You immediately shut off your phone, palms clammy and heart racing. It’s okay. You could just play it off if he says no. Valentines aren’t a biggie. Are they?

Your phone buzzes.

A notification from ‘Eagle softie’. (You’d forever cringe at it, but, hell, was it accurate.)

“What the fuck does that mean lmao”

He wasn’t that clueless, was he?

Unless he wanted you to straight up ask - which you could never see yourself doing, but you hadn’t come this far for nothing.

“You wanna be my valentine?”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

Yeah, you’d never turn your phone back on now.

It buzzes after an agonising few seconds, and you swear your heart stops.

This message could change everything.

“Sure.”

Oh.

Relief washes over you, but also doubt. What the fuck are you meant to do now?

“I don’t really know what to do now lmao” you admit, fighting the urge to bite your nails. Maybe this was a bad idea. Regret tinges the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t worry, it’s easy. Just regular valentine shit”

Easy. Being with Hawk felt just like that - easy. Having your first ever valentine was daunting, but he somehow washed away that drowning feeling.

He made it easy.

“I uh, haven’t had a valentine before” you reply.

“Firstly, “uh”? You type how you speak? That’s fucking adorable”

He called you adorable, and your mouth reacts before your brain does, a massive smile painting your face.

“Also I “uh” (haha see what I did there?) haven’t either, but I totally didn’t say that”

You can’t help but reply firmly.

“Eli. You don’t need to put on an act around me.”

“Okay lol if you say so. Send me your address, it’s a date. If that’s cool.”

Yeah, now you were freaking out.

“Yeah I haven’t been on a date before either” you hurriedly type, anticipating his reply. Were you being annoying at this point? Would he be put off?

“Great, I’ll make it fun x”

Nope. Just regular Hawk protocol, with a stupid kiss at the end. You’d never admit it, but it made you blush like a wildfire.

“Stop with the kisses before I send you a murderer’s address”

“No. x”

Eli Moskowitz was unpredictable and thrilling and a total badass. You were surprised he’d even agreed.

And in exactly a week, he’d be your valentine and you’d be on your first ever date.

It would help if time could go slower right now, so you could prepare, but you also desperately want to hug him and see him in person and you really, really missed him.