Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Twenty Six I Want To

The first day you could tell it was really going to suck having fractured ribs. First off, you had to sit up when you needed to sleep, which sucked even more due to the fact you had to rest a bunch, not to mention every time you needed to sneeze, cough, or hiccup you had to hold a pillow against you. Frickity, you felt numb, those painkiller really did their job. Luckily you were still about to get up and go to the bathroom, but you had to be very careful. Frank was nice enough to bring you some take out later that day, and as promised, T.j. brought you a new R-18 yaoi doujinshi. But then you had to whip out your iPad to see if it was safe to masturbate with fractured ribs. Surprisingly this wasn't a question asked a lot, so you decided to wing it. It was okay.

It was night out. You had managed to fall back to sleep after jacking off seven times. But at some point, your body made you wake up at the feel of a presence. At first you flinch at the sight of a silhouette, your heart racing into a self defense mode. You relax when you recognize the shape of it. Frank makes his way a bit closer to your bed. Is he shirtless? You cant tell.

" Franku... Are you alright? Whats the matter?" You whispered, you began to grow more curious why he was here. Maybe he was going to kill you? He could easily of had a knife, and it wouldn't be the hardest thing given your state.
But you paused your wonder when Frank spoke.

" F/n... Can I... can I stay here F/n? Please... I really want to stay here... Can I?" His voices sounded so... Heart breaking. It still held the cancerous gravel it would always carry, but the tone was just so... Scared? You didn't know a voice like his could sound scared. He was scared the other day... That one night... But here it sounded more unsure, probably due to him asking this question.

" Fr-frank did something happen? Did someone other than Red Dick try to cook again?" you asked, this had happened before. But you didn't hear any late night explosions. And it didn't smell of toxic fumes.

" Nothing happened F/n, just go back to sleep okay? Ignore me," then it finally hit you. How could you be so blind? You shifted a bit to let Frank gain better access of the tiny bed. He did his best to avoid any position that would negatively affect your injuries.

"Nerkkeeshfamic."

" Goodnight f/n."

~***~

Your eyes opened slowly to reveal the light that had poured into the room a while ago. You saw frank pressed against your leg, drooling on it a little, but you didn't mind, he looked sort of cute. When he woke up you both sort of stared at each other silently, god his lips were so full, like someone injected cherry Kool aid into it. A part of you wanted to bite those lips and see if you could suck the Kool aid out of, but you decided now was not the right time.

The rest of the day went on pretty uneventful, you nor Frank brought it up, even though you really did want to bring it up. You got ready to sleep a little earlier this night. A part of you really hoped Frank would come, but then another part kept telling you that he wouldn't in order to save you from being disappointed. You looked at the clock. 10:27. He was here around 10 last night. Jesus had time passed that quickly? Maybe he was still coming though, who knew?

A little while later, you looked at the clock again. 10:49. You decided Frank wasn't going to come, so you adjusted you pillow pile you slept sitting up on, and tried to start going to sleep.

But after a while, you heard your door open, your heart began to race a little, but you kept your breathing somewhat normal. They made their way to you room. You heard the whisper.

" F/n?"

"Hm?"

" Can I?"

"... Sure Frank."

Once again, he nuzzled his way under the covers, and you both drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up and saw he was laying across his lap. He looked so peaceful. You took your hand and gently stroked his cheek. And once again, you both did not talk about it.

This went on for the entirety of your recover. You enjoyed every night of it, the feeling of him pressed against you, the warmth of his breath and heartbeat, the weight of his limbs sprawled across you, and how most of the bottons on his shirt became inexplicably undone when he woke up. After five weeks, you were able to do most of the things you were used to doing. It was your first day going back to work, and at work you gave it a hundred percent, going as far as to make sure no kids were stealing stuff from the shop. You were given your paycheck for partial paid leave, it was rent and bill time today, that meant you had to stalk up on ramen for the next few days.

When everything was said and done, you had about 50$ left of you paycheck. Great, this was going to have to supply food for the next week. Meh, you could pull it off. You got back from hunting small animals for protein and chromosomes. But you saw an invitation on the foot of a dead pigeon on your in front of your door. You began to eat the pigeon and read the note.

"You are invited to a trip to the Tropical Realm, all expenses paid, please respond within the next hours or else.

Yours Truly,
Mite of Society; Papa Franku"

At first you wanted to say no, you didn't want to miss more work. But the you remembered that time didn't exactly apply when in other realms, plus your manager did really care what you did. But a weekend with Frank? Would you both be alone, or maybe some of the other guys would be with you and him. You didn't know, but your face began to flush at the fantasies that flickered in your head.