Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Fourty Seven Wet Waffles

If it was one thing you had decided on the surface world, it was that you loved breakfast. You had been gone for a little over an hour, and your small counter and table was packed to the brim with plates of an assortment of foods. Bacon, sausage, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, English muffins, hash browns, a stack of pancakes, a gallon of maple syrups, an assortment of juices and milks, and in the kitchen there was Fr- Joji making waffles while Trevor had a plate, stuff his face with pancakes.

   With this sight and the smell that reminded you of a grandmother's hug, you could safely say your panties would hit the floor if you had any.

  Joji turned to you, smiling offering you a plate of bacon as Trevor helped himself to a glass of milk and more syrup for his pancakes.

   "You know," Trevor began as you sat down, washing the pancakes down with the milk," if I had known your boyfriend was actually a simple caricature of a- may I personally say- absolutely fabulous human being, who had been trapped in another dream like realm for nearly eight months, I would've apologize for all the voodoo dolls I made of him sonnet, because dammit, this breakfast is dank."

  You sighed, and began help yourself to this wonderful feast. Why was this guy being so nice to you? Oh wait, this was probably a I'm-sorry-a-very-important-person-in-your-life-that-you-fucked-is-actually-a-fictitious-persona-of-mine breakfast. You decided it was best to eat this breakfast, he put a lot of effort into it, and Jesus he looks really good in that fucking tight tank top oh my god has he been working his core for the past few months or something holy shit he looks fucking shredded...

   -THE FOOD. The food looks really good... You meant.

   Eventually, Joji returned to the table with a plate of waffles, setting them next to you, and started going at the food. Trevor started talking about how he was thinking of starting his own porn filming studio, and if Joji would want to star in one or two, than Trevor would be willing to pay LARGE sums, equal to the sums to the amount of pussie he'd get. You didn't say much, and your eyes hardly left your plate of food. But when you did, you caught glances of Joji looking at you, and quickly turning back to Tj when he saw you. You started to just listen to Tj, who was actually being fucking hilarious describing a thing called "peppermint porn" and trying to get an accountant that was preferably asexual as to not get distracted easily.

   You and Tj were now cleaning all the dishes a few hours later, Tj had been insistent on doing them, allowing Joji to use the shower. You just kept your eyes on the dishes, drying them and putting them away.

   "You know f/n..." Tj started,"I know you miss.... Frank, but you have to understand, he was never real, Frank was just the part of Joji that was left when he was trapped.

     You didn't say anything, you were not going to cry. Not now. You understood Frank wasn't real but...

You knew he existed.

  "F/n, I know I can be a dick sometimes, but you're my best friend, I always worry about you, so I know this sounds weird... But why not try to date Joji? He's real, he seems like a really great guy, and who knows, maybe he's more like Frank than you think."

In the back of your mind, you actually liked the idea. A few seconds passed, and eventually, it moved closer, ever so closer, to the front of your mind. What's the worse that could happen? Some fucked up shit, that's what. But the didn't matter to you at this moment.

The both of you finished cleaning everything, Tj once again told you to just see how it went, and have you the best of luck. He left, and you let out a deep breath, plopping yourself onto the couch. The bathroom door creaked open-

"H-hey F/n?" He said in that deep voice. That would take some getting used to.

"Um, yeah?"

"I... I just got my shirt and pants wet coming out of the shower, could I borrow something of your's?"

"Sure, no problem," you go and grab an old t-shirt and gym shorts that were three sizes too big for you, slipping it to him without seeing anything.

You go back on the couch, closing you eyes to let the food sit in, deciding what you would do today, maybe some more job hunting, the green ninja thing wasn't doing as much as you had hoped for.

Joji soon walked out, putting his wet clothes in the sink, sitting on the couch on the other side. You look over to him. He looks at you.

"Do you..."

"Wanna go see the jungle book movie?"

"Absolutely, right now?"

"Right now."