FilthyFrank x Reader Oneshots

Ravioli

You were on a date with Frank. He was sat across from you at a fancy restaurant.

The waiter came by and asked what you would like to eat.

"How good is your fucking ravioli?" Frank asked.

The waiter stared, hesitated, and replied,"Uh, pretty good."

Pretty good.

Pretty Good.

Pretty Good.

Heeeyyyyy.

Anyway, you ordered and the waiter took your menu's and left. "Frank why'd you swear at the waiter?"

"I doubt they serve Chef Boyardee here." He said.
"If you wanted Chef Boyardee, you should've just bought some & I could've made it for you, dumbass."
"Yeah but I wanted to get out today."
"Frank, people have been staring at you since we left the house today. You do not look like a normal human."
"Hey don't be fuckin racist."

The waiter came back and set your food down, then Frank's.
Frank stared down at his ravioli.
"W-what the fuck is this?!" He looked up at the waiter.

"Sir it's what you asked for, ravioli."
"Yeah, b-but it's not Chef Boyardee. THE FA MILY RE C IPE!!!!!!"
"Sir we can get you something els-"
"NO! FUCK YOU!"

You walked silently to the car with Frank beside you.
"Well, thanks for getting us kicked out, cunt."
"Did you fuckin see that ravioli?! That-that wasn't Chef's!!!!"

That night, Frank laid next to you and cried himself to sleep.

Ever since then, Frank has had PTSD. Even to this day, he can't step foot into an italian restaurant without having a vietnam flashback.