Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Seven And Now It's Starting

You start to dream. You're in a field or white fluffy stuff. The sky was sort of green. Someone is sitting on a stool a couple yards in front of you. They are looking down at something. You walk over to them. Your dream doesn't let you see there face, but you can see it's a young man. Short, messy black hair. Torn jeans, a white t-shirt. You peer at what he's doing. It was a small electronic device, and your dream-mind somehow knew he's was creating a song.

"What are you going to call your song?" you ask.

He flinches a bit, startled by your voices. But then he chuckles a little bit. "I'd rather not tell, it's not like you're going to hear it."

His voice is vaguely familiar, but either way it was pleasant. "Your not going to show the song to anyone?"

"Probably not."

"So... is that why you're here? So that no one will see your creations."

"Partially," He replies,"But everyone has there deeper reasons."

A small breeze blows through the field.

Then, as if on cue, everything becomes dark red. All you can hear are a bunch of loud buzzing noises, and what sounds like a suffering child repeating " All will fade and shut like his." You see him again, the young man, but he's lying on the floor, twitching all over. You try to reach out to him, but you can't move anything, all you can do is watch as you begin to feel hands tighten around your throat, and a voice begins whispering in your ear, what it is, you cannot tell. For a split second, you feel yourself being impaled by something.

And what could easily have been forever, you knew you were alone in the void.

You eyes snapped open, you gasped and coughed as you fell out of bed. You curl into a ball onto the ground and begin to stutter out random words between your sobs. Tears begin to sting you eyes, and start to roll down your cheeks as the nightmare continues to replay in your head. Your confused, tired, scared, weak.

And alone.

But then a pair of arms wrap around you caring-like , and you can hear Frank's voice. He's speaking in that other language you can somehow understand. Japanese, it's apparently called. Saying things that basically mean "It's okay f/n, Franku is here, you're safe, you won't get hurt." And... his voice has hardly any trace of its usual raucous tone. It's much more modulated, and very soothing.

You calm down after a couple of minutes, and so there the both of you are, sitting on the floor in a small bedroom, his arms around you. It hits you like a large leak that you are pretty much cuddling Frank. A guy, who just yesterday you a: did not know his name and b: ran away from. You were beginning to feel a Disney princess complex building up here. But then you had a second realization; You didn't care. you honestly did not care. You had just been a fucking scary acid trip of an experience. You've earned this!

A question then pops into your head. Just a simple question.

"Fr-Franku?"

He looks at you with a face as calm as one like his can be," Yes f/n?" he asked in the same, buttery voice.(Oh and yeah every time he speaks in Japanese ill just put it in italics, i dont wanna remind you guys constantly because i know not all of you are brain dead.)

A blush begins to cover your cheeks as you gaze into his brown eyes. Your heart begins to beat a little quicker. Ask it already!

"Do you... do you always fall unconscious out of the blur?"

He stares at you with a blank expression for a few seconds, and he switches back to his usual gravel- like voice,"Oh! Uh, well, sometimes my body-body finally realizes just how hell of tired it is, so it sort of just stops. And my mind is like 'ah great, this bullshit again' so it just follows."

You chuckle a little bit and nuzzle into his shirt. It smells sort of earthy, and like every good thing, that has been cooked in that apartment. Frank returns the show of affection by putting his hand on your head, and begin to pet you. After a minute of this however, your Lycra flesh-hood slips down, revealing your h/c hair. An expression of surprise grows on Frank's face.

"I had no idea Lycra-people could do that," he says as his hand hovers over your hair, not sure weather to touch it.

"I honestly have no idea either, but I just always assumed I could do it cuz im half-human n' stuff."

"You're... half human?"

You nod in response.

"That explains so much."

You gaze into each other's eyes for a while. It's unusually quiet outside, but the city lights provide enough luminescence for him to make out all the feature of your face. Your e/c eyes, your s/c complexion, the way you sort of have helmet hair from constantly having the flesh hood, the little scare on your cheek... and your soft lips...

He places his hand on your hair, feeling its texture.

He kisses you.

A simple kiss. You both simply have your slightly parted lips together, and he tilted his head a bit to gain better access. No passion, no force, no heavy breathing, no tongues. At first, you don't know what to do, you've literally have never been in a situation like this before. But then you remember some of the soft-core stuff from your comic books. You let your eyes flutter shut, and your hand slid up his torso to rest on his shoulder. His breath didn't really smell like anything, except maybe a hit of tobacco, you were surprised and thankful for this. And you both stayed like that. For how long, you didn't know.

But if I'm going to make an estimation, I'd say about 3 to 5 minutes of smooching went down.

You both part from one another. You look at each other for a couple of seconds, but then you suddenly become fascinated in Frank's shirt button. Your not really sure where to go from here- so you manage to squeak out "Did we just..."

"Yeah, and lemme just say, that I'm just- I am so sorry."

You feel your face rapidly heat up, so you try to nuzzle deep into Frank's chest. God damn embarrassing. But Frank only chuckles, and brings you in for another gentle embrace. You and him stayed like that until you drifted away into a dreamless slumber. Just asleep, not dead.