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You are not happy and Frankie knows it. Feeling his gaze on you repeatedly as he takes the exit for the gate that he is leaving from. Not that you could really get into it again, not with Elise and Tomas in the back seat. The baby, Tomas, deciding that he would start screaming halfway between home and the airport, not happy that he was the slightest bit hungry and he was not immediately fed.
Trying to shush him and get your four-year-old to prop the baby bottle up for her brother was a task in and of itself. Blowing out an exasperated breath as you have to reach back and hold the bottle steady while twisting your body in a way that makes a stitch in your side.
Warnings:Voyeurism, masturbations, sex toys, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, talks of domestic abuse, talks of being held captive, protectiveness, Frankie throwing his rank around a little and it’s sexy, domestic violence, threats of murder.
Comments: Frankie finds that his new neighbor doesn’t close her windows when she’s masturbating. You have moved trying to escape your past and catch the handsome man next door watching you one day, inviting him over in the heat of the moment, a decision that will change your lives.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.
Frankie had noticed that the ‘FOR RENT’ sign had been taken down next door. Noticed it when he had pulled into the driveway after a long day, noticing that the lights had been turned on, but he hadn’t given it much more thought than that. The need for a beer and a shower urgent. Perhaps a beer in the shower after the day he had. Not noticing that someone was moving around, setting up a home while he opens the door to the house and sighing as he takes his hat off and starts toeing off his boots to let his aching feet breathe.
“Fuck I’m getting old.” He grunts to himself and closes the door, emptying his pockets of keys, wallets, mints and his phone, dumping it all on the entryway table Julia had left when she had moved out two years ago. Hanging up his jacket and pulling his sweaty t-shirt over his head as he walks down the hall towards his bedroom.
frankie x female reader (slightly no use of y/n or she/her pronouns just the word sister)
warnings: angst, language, tension, alcohol mention, mention of claustrophobia and slight description of anxiety, and language
summary: you moved away from your family and boyfriend at eighteen. when you come back home for your parents 50th anniversary you weren’t expecting a rekindling moment with a certain pilot.
authors note: THE ENDING IS EVERYTHING AND IM SO PROUD OF THIS FIC! PLEASE LMK WHAT YALL THINK XOXO
They say you’ll never forget your first. First crush, kiss, date, love and heartbreak. However for you, you could never seem to get rid of him. But you weren’t complaining. Francisco Morales was more than your first for everything, he was someone who held more than one could handle- he was your rock. Well that was until the day that “you” ruined everything.
Your parents were known as the sweethearts of your hometown. Marrying right after graduation, they settled in the same town and brought up you and your sister Em. Your parents were involved in everything, your mom being a teacher and your dad being a sheriff. It was hard to blend in to say the least. But there was an ongoing loop. Everyone graduated and stayed home. Your older sister, Em, even became a part of that treacherous loop. And you hated that loop. You always dreamed of big cities, fashion, traveling the world, but mostly just getting out of town. And you had promised yourself that nothing would hold you back from pursuing that. Sadly Frankie thought he could have kept you a little bit longer. But things change- actually a lot has changed since you’ve been back home for more than a weekend stay. Now you were traveling back home for your parent’s 50th anniversary extravaganza. And nothing could help prepare you for the next few days.
Your plane had landed around one in the afternoon. Grabbing your luggage you made your way over to the area where Em said she would pick you up. Looking around you didn;t see her red car. Dialing her number you were ready to direct her to your terminal.
“Hello?” Em said on the other line. She sounded groggy and as if she wasn’t in the car.
“Terminal 47 remember.” You said angrily, Knowing she forgot.
“Shit.” She said, then another voice was heard.
“Babe what time is it?” You gasped at the sound of Pope’s voice.
“Hold on, you first forgot your little sister’s arrival at the airport, and you have Pope in your bed Em! When did he come back? What happened to independency?” You said rather loudly into the mic.
“Shut up. You’re too damn loud.”
“It’s literally tourist season, getting a cab into town will cost me tripple Em.”
“Well don’t call the Millers, they went fishing this morning. You could call-” She said even more groggily. But you hung up the phone before she could finish her sentence.
You couldn’t take your sister right now. You love her most times but she would’ve killed you if you did this to her. You were gonna call the Millers but if they were busy there was only one person you could call. Hearing the phone ring you were ready to hang up. But then he answered.
Omg that’s was… absolutely stunning… it gave me a little Italy Kinda vibe at the beginning though . This was just so cute… I just adore this so so much . That last line though Uggh I felt my heart melt… you melted my heart how mean (and by mean I mean nice… ) of you. How dare you make my heart melt. This is 100% going on Frankie’s FA when I update next. Hopefully it’s soonish…
@reblogingqueen thank you sm for your kind words☺️☺️little italy is one of my favorite movies and i can now see the parallels hahahaha. much love mwah
summary : There’s a new maid cafe in town, and Frankie and his friends had to check it out!
word count :1.2k
warnings : the reader wears a maid outfit, reader is thick :3 , implied age gap (not specified), no use of y/n, reader uses they/them, slight fluff!
comments : i actually wrote this for someone else, but since i don’t write for them anymore, i revamped it to fit Frankie! theres another old one that i would like to fit into one of Pedro’s characters but i’m still debating on who hehe lil sneek peek of it, picnic date! (also ill fix the divider thing at the end later sorry!)
Ben learned of a maid cafe that had recently opened, and that it had already received positive feedback the first week it was open, with customers stating that the cafe is pleasant, has great food, and the maids themselves are all pretty. So it was only natural for Benny to invite the guys to the intriguing cafe.
The moment they enter, two maids welcomed them, adressing them as ‘masters’. One of the two approached them with a welcoming smile, escorting them to their seats, dismissing themself after giving them the menu.
They paused to take in their surroundings. The walls are painted light pink, while the floor and ceiling are white. Surprisingly, despite the bright colors, the room feels welcoming and pleasant. The cream chairs and tables also help to pull the space together. There’s also a showcase of delectable desserts, including a variety of cakes and ice cream flavors. The waitresses themselves are dressed in different pastel colored maid outfits.
After a few moments, you approached them and introduced yourself as their maid. You go on to describe the cafe’s set norms as well as the various amusements guests can order, such as a photograph with a maid of their choice. After you’d finished talking, you asked the guys whether they were ready to order, and you took it when they said yes.
“This place is pretty legit, huh. I feel out of place here.” Will states, the others nodding in agreement. As the guys conversed, Frankie eyed you from across the room. The light blue outfit you wore fitting your form to a T. You were chubbier than the rest of the maids, but to Frankie, that just made it better.
“Quit it, you know you’re not allowed to make moves on the maids,” the others said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“What? “All I’m doing is staring.”
“We all know you’re going to flirt with them as soon as they come back.”
“I’m not going to, but it wouldn’t hurt to look.”
“Suure, suure, oh wait! Isn’t there a way to request a photo with them? Why don’t you get one?”
“That’s a little excessive.”
“Oh, come on, it’s just a photo, what could possibly go wrong?”
The conversation came to a halt as they notice your figure approaching their table, laying their orders on the table. Every meal was cutely adorned, with sauces drawn in the shape of animals while the drinks sprinkled with edible glitter. “Wait, before you go, we’d like to request a pic with you.”
Frankie glares at Will, perplexed. “Of course, you can! One of each, yes?”
“Nope, only one, with him.” He triumphantly declares, pointing to a flustered Frankie. You smile lightly, informing them that the picture will be taken after payment is made.
“You. Are. Welcome.” Frankie looks at him, puzzled and slightly enraged. “For what? Embarrasing me?”
“Oh please! It’s a good chance to woo them.”
“Did you forget the fact that i’m not allowed to?”
“Forget the rules! They could be the one or something.”
“When did you get all sappy.”
“Relax, Fish. Just take the damn pic, Will’s paying anyway.” Santi suggests. “Wait, what do you mean im paying?!”
“It’s only fair; it was your idea, and you’re forcing him to carry it out.”
Will sighs, “Fine.”
As they ultimately delved into their meal, the topic faded from their minds. Frankie can’t help but be nervous. He hasn’t dated anyone in a long time, let alone someone like you. Innocent, young and cute, a mere opposite of him.
You visit the four men’s table after they’ve finished their meals, asking how their food tastes and offering them the check while you lay the empty dishes on the tray. You nod gratefully as you accept their pleasant responses and the check, remembering to smile as you depart from their table.
While waiting for their payment to be processed, your gaze is drawn to the man with whom you are about to take a picture. You take note of his features; his cap, which had been off while he ate, had already been reapplied, concealing his dark brown curls. His mustache was neat, yet his scruff was uneven but rather appealing. But there’s something about his dark brown eyes that draws you in. His looks appears rugged at first, but if you look into those eyes, you’ll notice a gentleness radiating from him.
The ding of the register jolts you out of your reverie, and you compose yourself before returning to their table. “I apologize for the delay; we can take the picture now!”
You motion them to follow you to another room, where they will find a small studio. You explain how this will work to Frankie, “Before we shoot the picture, I’ll let you pick out any props or accessories you’d like me or yourself to use. After the photo is taken, I’ll personalize the photo for you using stickers and markers. If you let me of course!”
Frankie gives you a quiet nod and a little grin to put you at ease. He walks up to the table, which is laden with props and accessories, and the others follow. “Put these ears on!” Ben made a suggestion.
Ben removed his cap and clipped the dog ears into his hair before Frankie could even refuse, while Santi handed you the cat ears. “Do you want me to put the collar on as well?” “No!” Frankie screamed, eyes wide. “ It’s all right!” He averted his gaze to hide his blush.
“Is that all for the accessories?” you inquire, slightly adjusting your dress. Frankie nods once again, afraid that if he speaks, his words would betray him.
Nodding, you gesture him to the set, encouraging him to strike a pose. He hesitantly raises one hand to form a paw, smiling as the photographer takes the image, ignoring the guys’ laughs. You dash to the photographer to get the photograph and present it to Frankie. “Is it all you’d like it to be?” “It looks all right.” “Great! I’ll go ahead and decorate it right now; don’t worry, I’ll be quick!“ Before approaching the desk with the decorating supplies, give him a friendly grin.
You attach the light blue and light brown stickers to match both your clothing, as well as draw a few mini cats and dogs to fit the motif, returning your gaze at the men before you place something else on the back of the picture. You quickly dry the photo by fanning it, wrapping it in a protective film then placing it in a small envelope. Last but not least, you sign your name and a ‘come back soon!’ on the front of the letter.
“Here it is! I’ll take you all to the entrance now!” You hand Frankie the envelope and head for the door as he takes it. “Thank you very much for taking the time to come by! We look forward to seeing you again soon!” You smile as you wave at them and watch them fade away.
He finally arrives at his own house after dropping off his pals at their homes. He took out the letter and opened it, sighing as he sat on his couch, appreciating your gorgeous self as well as your pretty writing and decoration. He was about to put it back in the envelope when he finally noticed the back.
summary: You wake up to find your long time crush, next to you!
word count:2.2k
warnings: reader has memory problems :( lil bit of angst, fluffly too tho always <3 oh and pancakes ! (no use of y/n and they use they/them!)
comments: hi! i’ve been having the most massive writer’s block lately so sorry for the lack of writings. i do have 3 other wips that i’ll hopefully finish soon! but for now hope yall enjoy this one!! (also yes this is a reupload)
As you awaken from your slumber, sunlight enters your eyes through your unusually open window. Your eyes blinking quickly as they adjust to the bright light. Migraine consumes you as you slowly sit up, attempting but failing to recall the events of the previous night.
“Good morning, baby.” A voice suddenly appearing next to you, making you jump. It’s a familiar voice you heard, but your drowsiness makes it difficult to tell who it is. Surprisingly, you slowly turn to face them, only to see your long-time crush, Frankie. It took a few moments for you to realize what he had called you. Baby? Why would he call me that?
Confounded by your staring and lack of response, he placed a hand on your cheek, gently caressing it before slithering his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you in for a quick peck. “Sorry, I have to leave, but I’ll be back later in the evening, okay?”
You nodded quickly, still taken aback by the nickname and now by his kiss. You watch as Frankie gets out of bed, gathers his belongings, and remembers to smile softly at you before leaving the room.
Your body is still frozen as a result of what just happened. You touched your lips as you lay back down on your pillow. You try again and again to recall the events of the previous night, but you’re unsuccessful. Although, this isn’t the first time you’ve forgotten something important. Your mind works in a complex manner, possibly much more so than that of some or more people. Having a tendency to forget minor or major details, events, or even something that has just occurred. But it appears that this is the worst possible time for you to forget.
Frankie had been your friend for a long time, having met you in a bar when you were down and him completely cheering you up. Surprisingly, despite your terrible memory, you can recall every detail of that day. Your friend had nagged you to go out with her, promising you a good time if you came with her. Only for her to abandon you for some girl she met. Frankie had come to that bar for a quick drink, which turned into a long one when he encountered your sulking self.
You aren’t a trusting person, and you initially turned him down when he approached you. What else could he want besides to get into your pants, you reasoned. But a quick glance at his face reveals a gentleness beneath his rugged exterior. So you gave him the benefit of the doubt. What a good descision that was. He listened to you and comforted you until he saw a smile on your face that lasted until the end of the night and more.
From then on, he turned into one of your closest friends. He was nothing more than a great friend at first, always willing to be there when you needed him. But as you spent more time with him and got to know him, feelings began to emerge. So it’s a little heartbreaking for him to suddenly be in your bed, kissing you, and you have no idea why or how he got there with you. Did he kiss me last night too?
From then on, he turned into one of your closest friends. He was nothing more than a great friend at first, always willing to be there when you needed him. But as you spent more time with him and got to know him, feelings began to emerge. So it’s a little heartbreaking for him to suddenly be in your bed, kissing you, and you have no idea why or how he got there with you. What happened last night?
It feels like an eternity waiting for Frankie to arrive. You couldn’t wait to ask him about what happened the night before. But hold on. What if he gets hurt because I forgot about it? Clearly, he had a good night last night. But, on the other hand, I can’t just accept the fact that I’ve forgotten what might have been my first time with him. You spent the entire day trying to remember, retracing your steps around the house, but nothing came to mind.
You eventually stopped trying to remember those events, choosing instead to clean the house and make yourself more presentable for Frankie. And then, before you knew it, the bell rang.
“Hey, bought us food.” He gave you a kiss before letting himself in, putting the bag of food down before sitting down himself. “I was thinking we could watch-”
"I have something to say to you, Frankie.” You sat down next to him, hesitantly taking his hand in yours.
“Are you all right?” He notices your worried expression and frown. His hands caressing yours helps to calm you down a little. “Yeah, I just have something I need to tell you.”
“Of course, anything.”
Taking deep breaths, you muster the courage to tell him, “Frankie, I have terrible memory problems. I forget things very easily, to the point where I sometimes forget what just happened or even an entire day. I can’t keep it under control, no matter how hard I try.”
"That’s fine, honey. If you forget something, I’ll always remind you.” He carressed your cheek, leaning in for a kiss.
“No, wait a minute. I’m not finished yet.” You hold his face a little longer before proceeding. “I- I don’t remember what happened last night.”
“What?”
You let go of his hand, averting your gaze from his perplexed expression. He waits patiently for you to continue. “I have no memory of what happened last night. I tried all day to recall something, anything, but nothing came to mind. I don’t know why you kissed me this morning and why you were in bed with me. I figured something happened last night for you to do that, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t recall it.” Before proceeding, you take a deep breath “Did i say something to you? Did you say something to me? I just need to know what happened, and i’m really sorry that i forgot.”
Frankie paused for a moment, slightly saddened that you forgot, but as you said, you didn’t forget on purpose, and he knows it. "Hey, It’s all right, I’ll tell you what happened.”
The ring of the doorbell drew your attention, and you dashed to it, opening it to reveal Frankie. "Hey! What brings you here? Come on in.” You lead him into the house and then sit down on the couch, where he joins you.
“I have the day off today, and what better way to spend it than with you?” He envelops you with his arm, snuggling you close. You laugh, feeling your cheeks warm up. “You came at a good time, you know! I was about to start making pancakes!”
“Great! Let’s get cooking!” He stands up and takes your hand in his, leading you to the kitchen. The two of you prepared the ingredients and utensils. You also grabbed two aprons, one for each of you, and gave one to him.
Frankie notices the words ’kiss the cook’ on your apron. “Nice apron,” he says as he bumps his hips against yours. You frown, checking your apron, “Hey! A friend of mine got this for me.”
“It’s cute.” He mumbles as he stirs the ingredients in the bowl. “You’re also cute.” He looks down, confused, and discovers that he, too, was wearing the same type of apron. Then, above his head, a lightbulb went off. He smirks as he dips his finger into the batter and smothers it on your cheek.
Slowly turning your head in shock, you dipped your fingers in the mix and lathered them on his face. “Oh, it’s on.” He dipped his hand into the mixture and grinned at you. You stood on the other side of the counter, anticipating his next move. Frankie walks slowly around the counter, with you mirroring his movements. When he suddenly quickens his pace and sprints to you.
The both of you reached the sofa, one by each end. You swiftly make your way to your bedroom and hid behind the door. Minutes past and Frankie haven’t come in the room. You peak out the door, nothing. Sneaking through the hallway, no sign of Frankie yet.
When you get to the kitchen, there’s still no sign of Frankie. All of a sudden, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place. “Ha! I’ve got you!“ He says this while smothering both of your cheeks with batter, one arm still holding you in place.
As Frankie gently pokes and pinches your battered cheeks, laughter fills the room. You slither your way around his arms and turn to face him. You froze, your face only a few inches away from his. His gaze fell to your lips, parting slightly. Slowly, the distance between you two narrowed, and your lips finally intertwined.
For a brief moment, your lips molded together, until you drew away from him. "We should clean up.” Frankie nodded as he watched you slither away from his arms and disappear into the hallway.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, noticing your sloppy figure and pancake mix-smothered face. “Oh god, it had to happen with me looking like this?” You sighed as you washed your face and tidied your hair, then went to your closet. You rummaged through it and found an oversized shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants for Frankie.
When you get to the living room where you found him, you hand him the clothes and tell him, “You’ve got some batter on your clothes, so—you can use my bathroom.” He took the clothes and nodded, then proceeded to the bathroom.
You decide to wait for him in your bedroom. You had to talk about that kiss; it had to mean something, you reasoned. Maybe it’s time to let it all out.
Frankie emerged from the bathroom, freshly dressed and clean. He notices you sitting on the bed and decides to join you. “So, about that kiss.”
“Y'know, I’ve been thinking about doing that since I walked in the door.”
“Really?” you blush, averting your gaze a little.
“To be honest, I came here to tell you how much I like you. I just can’t stand seeing you with other people. I want to be with you and treat you better than those idiots.”
“They weren’t that bad,” you chuckle.
“Oh, please! They were a fool to let you go. I’ve always thought that if anyone were to be with you, they would be the luckiest person in the world; god, you’re always taking care of people to the point where you don’t take care of yourself. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Every touch you send relaxes me in so many ways. It’s upsetting to see them mistreat you and leave you.”
"Maybe you’re right about some of them, but sometimes it’s me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was dating them, and I couldn’t bear the thought of them wasting their time on me, so I broke up with them. I’m not as great as you think I am, Frankie.” you take a pause “I dated them because I didn’t believe I stood a chance with you. I thought you were a great guy from the first time we met, comforting me—a complete stranger at the time—for no reason. And as I got to know you better, my feelings grew stronger. But there was never a good time for me to say it or act on it.”
"I get that. In fact, I did the same thing. Dated other people to distract myself from my feelings for you, but it never worked. It’s stupid of me to realize this now, but I’m not going to waste any more time.” He envelops your hands in his, “I’m not afraid to say that I adore you in every way. I want to be the reason to your gorgeous smile. I know I’m not the best person, but I promise I’ll treat you well.”
Your cheeks warmed up at his words, tears threatening to spill over the euphoric emotions you’re experiencing. Instead of saying anything, you let go of his hands and placed them on his face. "Can I kiss you?”
“I’d be a fool to say no.”
Your lips molded with his once more, and your hands moved to tangle themselves in his hair. His arms are wrapped around your waist, gently pushing you onto the bed.
Frankie pulls back, hovering above you. “I love you so much,” he says as he gives you a short kiss.
“I absolutely love you, too, Frankie Morales.”
“We talked and cuddled the rest of the night. Eventually we fell asleep, and the rest is history.”
Your memories began to flood back to you. Your feelings and actions have finally returned to your mind. When you look down at your hands, emotions take over and tears flow from your eyes. “I mean everything I said, Frankie. I know I forgot it before, but I now remember saying and doing everything, I promise, I truly do love you.”
“I know, baby.” He pulls you into his lap, hugging you close. “I’m neither angry nor sad that you forgot. I know you were speaking from the heart last night, and I don’t doubt you for a second; I love you.”
The two of you relaxed in each other’s warmth, wrapped together till the end of the night.
Warnings:Voyeurism, masturbations, sex toys, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, talks of domestic abuse, talks of being held captive, protectiveness, Frankie throwing his rank around a little and it’s sexy, domestic violence, threats of murder.
Comments: Frankie finds that his new neighbor doesn’t close her windows when she’s masturbating. You have moved trying to escape your past and catch the handsome man next door watching you one day, inviting him over in the heat of the moment, a decision that will change your lives.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.
Frankie had noticed that the ‘FOR RENT’ sign had been taken down next door. Noticed it when he had pulled into the driveway after a long day, noticing that the lights had been turned on, but he hadn’t given it much more thought than that. The need for a beer and a shower urgent. Perhaps a beer in the shower after the day he had. Not noticing that someone was moving around, setting up a home while he opens the door to the house and sighing as he takes his hat off and starts toeing off his boots to let his aching feet breathe.
“Fuck I’m getting old.” He grunts to himself and closes the door, emptying his pockets of keys, wallets, mints and his phone, dumping it all on the entryway table Julia had left when she had moved out two years ago. Hanging up his jacket and pulling his sweaty t-shirt over his head as he walks down the hall towards his bedroom.
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