Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Twenty Nine Nothing Really Happened Here

"F/n, come on, get up."

" Nah it's fine."

"What about the coffee?"

" The coffee can go fuck itself for all I care."

"Coffee masturbation.... Now that would be a sight to see."

Frank continued to persuade your tiny fetal ball form to stop being a tiny fetal ball. He sighed, and resorted to picking you up like a handsome cup of tea. To his surprise you were much lighter then he expected. Like, a lot lighter.

" F/n?" He asked.

"Wha-walrus?"

" Was the last time you ate something?"

" Well I'm always eating a tower of dick so..."

"You know what I mean."

"Okay, ya got me, I haven't eaten much for the last three days sooo... Yeah."

"Three da- three days? Jesus you better hope they have bagels or something, I haven't gone for air that long, and trust me it isn't as pleasant as they say."

You finally got out of your ball form and reluctantly got out of Frank's arms. The place that had food on the train did in fact have bagels and coffee, as well as some fruit. You both sat on the ground, sipping at coffee while you devoured the free pile of food. Food. Food is good. So good. Helps you live. Where were you guys going again?

" Where are we going again?" You ask shoving more bagels in your talk-tube.

"Well i told you the tropical realm, but that was a... Fib."

You gasped, banana spurting all over the place.

"Yeah, we're actually going to my new apartment."

"Wait you're... Moving?" You could feel your heart begin to sink. It was so painful, stop it heart.

"Hold on, don't hang yourself up on this, hanging is my job, I'm not moving yet, not in a few months at least, I'm just starting to move stuff in there for when my semester begins."

"So you're bringing me as a moving buddy?"

"Sort of, but that's not the whole reason..." his hand trailed up your chest to rest on your cheek. You felt your face heating up, or was that just his body heat? Is his hand just that warm holy shit. You give his hand a little smooch.

"It'll be nice to be completely alone with you for once," he whispered. You could feel blood drain from your face at the tone he phrases this in. You shoot up, stuffing another mouthful of bagels, and make your way back to your room, but not without dumping some scorching hot coffee on Frank torso, making his shirt wet and clingy, but also managing to burn the shit out of him, audible with a pleasant screech.

You got back into your room and curled into your bed once more. You couldn't sleep, but it still felt nice to close your eyes and curl into the covers. Frank... He wanted to be alone with you? What kind of horrors would arise from this? Would you go through spontaneous combustion? That wouldn't be so great. Or what if you said something stupid? I mean yeah this is Frank we are talking about, but this time you didn't have your apartment to retreat to. And what if everything went well, all lovely and such? Then the inevitable of something sour to happen would be eating at your mind. God this trip might just go to the pits. Hold on, come now F/n, you need to keep a positive outlook on this. If you keep thinking something bad will happen, it will happen. Or is it the other way around? It's probably the other way around.

You hear a ding on the train innercom. The announcer announced that the locomotive would be arriving the destination soon. As if people couldn't look outside and see the train when it stopped moving. Did they think you people were idiots? You got the sudden urge to throw a pastry at someone. Any pastry, even a creampuff would suffice.

Once you felt the train slow down to a supposed stop, you gathered your belongings and made it through the crowds to hop off the train. It was easy to spot Frank in the crowd, he was back to wearing his usual dirt blue shirt and greasy combed hair. You guys were able to hail a taxi to get to the next destination, and woah, was it nice. It was an apartment complex, but it looked much newer and cleaner. Plus there wasn't as noisy road next to it.

"Seems the moving truck is here," Frank mumbled. Of course, a small truck full of supposed things. You weren't sure why, but a sinking feeling in your stomach made itself known. Possibly the worry or what might unfold over the next few days. But then you realized this feeling was in fact not worry, but sudden nausea. With this came you getting on your hands and knees to vomit assorted fruit pulp with coffee infused stomach juices.