Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Thirty Six Nacho Time Yet

"Could I... Talk to you about something?" Harry Potter asked as Kylo Ren pulled nachos out of the oven withe force, plopping them on the table, sitting across from Harry.

   " I Just killed my father and I'm about to eat NACHOS! THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!" Kylo had obviously forgotten about the subject of parents with Harry.

"-unless you screw it up with what you're about to say," He finished, taking off his mask.

" It's about your... Cousin," Harry began to explain.

"You mean Rei, it's like you're a traitor."

"What I'm not joining her or the Resistance!"

" Yeah, but you're like my best friend, who is currently asking me how to bang my resistance-cousin who scarred my face the other day."

" I'm not trying to- she has a boyfriend!"

" Yeah, yeah, he was part of the storm troopers and battle me with a lightsaber for like 20 seconds, ok let me explain, this perfect nacho chip is Finn, he betrayed the first order and ended up becoming a great ally with the Resistance. This moldy banana, is you, I don't what you've done, because every time  you try to tell me I want to choke you with the force-"

" I've told you I'm a graduate of Hogwarts Academy or Witchcraft and Wizardry and defeated one of the most-" Harry couldn't finish as his windpipe was beginning to get crushed,"- well as if being a part of the Resistance is impressive," he gagged out.

" At least he's been a part of doing something important in this galaxy. What have you been doing? Nothing? Rei and Finn have been together for nearly a whole episode, they live together, they own the millennium falcon, the have a wookie. You have nothing, not even a blaster."

-***-

You wake up from your weird dream with eyes opening painfully. After what felt like a few minutes you sat up to look at the old digital clock in your room. It read 4:24. Great. A little more than two hours before you had to get your day started. The screening of the Star Wars films had taken longer than you expected, and even though you had enjoyed literally every moment of it, it didn't change the fact you got home a bit past midnight. Not to mention you couldn't find any comfortable position for some reason, causing you to stay up for and extra hour. You weren't used to getting less than 7 hours of sleep, so it was going to take a serious toll on you at work today. You tried going back to sleep, but you soon figured out that your body was not going to allow this. So you got up to go into the tiny kitchen you had, you flicked the light on, only to be met with a pink cladded Lycra person raiding the spoiled food in your refrigerator. You were somehow not surprised by this.

" Pink Guy what have I told you about sneaking into my apartment in the middle of the night?" You asked rhetorically, not really wanting to hear what you had told him before. He instead let out a grunt, an apologetic grunt.

"It's ok dude, just... Just clean up after yourself ok?" You sit at the table, rubbing the begs that had been getting deeper under your eyes. He squats in the other chair, making an obscene gesture with the caprisun he dug out of your garbage can.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just... Fucking Frank..."

He knodded, moaning as he pretended to jack himself off with the caprisun.

"He told you? Well... Yeah i punched him, I'm angry at him! I just- I just need to know why. Why did he have to put together this big farce just to get into my pants!?"

Pink guy yelped.

" Lycra, right, beside the point. I want to know why he had to pretend we were in another dimension, why he pretended his hand didn't work and he wanted to kill himself more then usual. I want that fuck-dick to explain himself, but the real kicker is, I also don't want to see him again! Because I feel like i just might kill the bastard on the spot."

Pink guy didn't say anything, which somehow said a lot. You cover your face with your arms as you rested your head on the table.

" I don't know Pink Guy, I... I really like him. Even now I still do. I actually kind of regret punching now. But I- I want to show him that what he did was wrong. That he didn't have to pretend that he would be moving away and that he was going to kill himself if he couldn't get an orgasm if he... wanted to do stuff with me. But like- I've never been in a relationship before! For fucks sake I didn't see another human being for years! YEARS PINK GUY. I... I wish things could go back to normal..."

You look up to see that pick guy was gone. Vulva looking prick, how long had he been gone? It didn't matter, you were just glad you had been able to finally talk to someone. About this. You pulled the cucumber out of your pants to munch away at as you waited for the sun to rise. Then you had decided you would wait a while. Maybe some days. Or weeks. But at some point, you were going to try to get back together with Frank. He was a sexist, racist, disgusting, homophobic(though after the bee-jj you questioned that, okay not really still a dick), bigoted assoholic bitch.

And you somehow loved that.