Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Sixteen Are You Sure?

"Frank... why? Why? Get off please..."

"Are you okay? Some crackhead in the hall told me there was a robbery and shooting at an IHOP! Did you go to the IHOP?! Was the shooter black?! WAS HE BLACK GODDAMMIT?!"

You began to furiously squeak as you cursed at Frank and shoved him off you. He continued to examine you from a few feet away. Whilst you were impressed with that sudden feat of strength, you were also surprised at Frank's childish concerns, as well of how fast the news got to him. Like, wow, crackheads must have super hearing or something. Geez.

" I'm okay Frank, I didn't get hurt. I did have to go through that asshole trying to do the robbing thing though... So I kind of want to wrap myself in a blanket and sort of just give up today," but the. The thought of Trevor kissing Salamander Man, causeing your spine to shiver at how fucking uncanny that is and remember some advice he gave you," aside from that, can I ask you something?"

"Neh? Okay I admit it, I was the one who through watermelon your windows."

"That was you?! The fuck man! And the watermelon was old and grainy and shit! Disgusting! But no, that not what I wanted to ask you. Frank- "

"Yes I will marry you," he says.

"Can you not," you say, getting frustrated that he won't let you finish your sentence. Like- come on! It's only one more second!

" Frank, what is exactly are we?"

"Well you're a half-Lycra half-Human hybrid whoes-"

"No I mean, in this relationship, what are we, are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Because I can't really tell."

" B- boyfriend and girlfriend? N- n- no, I would exactly call us that...

"Franku, your face is turning pink like that shitty partially cooked shrimp, you do consider us that."

" No! I just... Mmn... God fuck it!" He proceeded to curl up on the floor and start sobbing in a fetal position. You don't want to deal with his bitching at the moment. So you take a quick shower ( and you sure you lock the door- no one murdering you or doing the do in here!). When you got dressed in fresh clothes, and decided you didn't feel gross, you went back to the living room/ kitchen to find Frank acting really out of character because story is poorly written, and remaining curled up in a fetal position. You sigh, he's doing it again. And so you sit on the floor next to him and wrap a comforting arm around him. And start making beeps that sound like bubble wrap popping.

" You're hopeless. Come on man, if your really that uncomfortable with it, how about we just call each other friends with benefits for now?"

Frank looks deep as fuck into your eyes and starts blinking rapidly, " You'd really do that for me?"

" Anything for a FRIEND!" the both of you laugh insanely to the shitty joke you just pull, probably interrupting one of your neighbor's masturbation sessions- how dare you!?