#Frankky

[sibmakesart]

that tag stole hours of my life

[intotherumiverse]

★ ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 !!

ღ. synopsis ; one peice characters and the majors and trades they're in !

ღ. featuring ; luffy m. ; zoro r. ; sanji v. ; ussop ; robin ; nami ; chopper ; brook + bonus !

ღ. cw ; weed mention, cursing, shitposting

ღ. notes ; i haven't written in so long I forgot how to so this.... bare w me on this one !

luffy

luffy is an international relation major

all the professors love him and its defintely the only reason he's passing his classes

he has not one clue what going on (most of the time), head empty

also has really good finals grades

like its so surprising to see him pass with a low b high c average

he's really likeable, everyone and they momma wants to hang out with him

usally hanging out with sanji (bc he cooks) or zoro (caus he thinks he's cool)

he tutors with nami and robin sometimes (they're the only ones that can deal with him on the regular)

he's so silly and goofy i love him your honor

zoro

bussniess major but is never doing what he needs to do

classes? not in them. Homework? What's that? he is no where to be found and that should scare you.

he's somehow doing well in class and no one can figure out how he's doing it.

he's the captain of the fighting club (first rule of fight club? no talking about fight club) and he's good with members and running them

he hates the idea of hazing in his club and will kick you out if you try it

he has a special bond with one of the advisors given to him and he defends him like hell

he hangs around luffy bc he thinks of him as a little brother and wants to make sure he's alright

fights with sanji because he thinks its sooooo fucking funny

he's a regualar at the local bar to the point they don't even I.D him anymore they're just like "there's zoro."

sanji

definitely a food science major

he loves trying out new recipes and helping in the kitchen

sometimes when money gets low, he'll have a bake sale and they always do really fucking well

sometimes he'll take apprentenships for "fun" and so he's just racked up expirence in working in different places

his dream job is to have his own resturant where he can create his own dishes and not take any shit from anyone

also (because my sanji is a weed smoker not a cig user) will sometimes make weed pastries and they do so well when he sells them

would be outside on a smoke break but somehow never smells like weed its so crazy

would be the type of student to grumble and complain about homework but still do it anyway (he's just like me fr)

ussop

went to a shopworking trade school (his momma didn't want him to learn nothing after high school so she made him)

he found out later that he like working on different things and keeping himself busy

he also like gardening in his spare time

he's like really good at it and sometimes when his garden is too much for his family, he'll either give it to his neighbors or sell it in the farmer's market

his most frequent customer is sanji because sanji likes the freshest products avaliable

sanji askes him to hang out and try his recipes from time to time and eventually he makes friends with everyone

nami

earth sceiene major with minor in accounting

she is the the most ruthless student you'll ever meet

she don't take any shit from no one regardless of who you are, which is why she makes such a good tutor

she makes sure all her students get a good grade and because she tutors both zoro and luffy, she makes BANK

she also is the pretty girl on campus and all her friends pretty too !

hair done, lashes done, lashes done, face card don't decline, body tea !

she loves hanging out with the group but she'll never tell you that but everyone knows she cares about her people

she's lowkey scary

she isn't afriad to curse you the fuck out when you piss her off

fiercely loyal my girl nami is badddd

robin

history major with a minor in english

knows everything about everything and is one of the best tutors of the campus

she's kinda shy (mostly cause she doesn't like people but she's trying)

luffy thought she was cool and just kept bothering her until she reluctantly accepted

she's a real history buff and can debate her history like no one else

once got into it with zoro for a peice of random history

chopper

struggling medicene major

he looks stressed at all times and somehow is keeping a 4.0 gpa

luffy and zoro will come over with brusises and he just takes one look at him and sighs deeply

he helps in the nursing home with the doctors because he feels happy when people are treated

he doesn't like when people treat him or others differently so he's such a big advocate for anti discrimination against anyone

he likes helping people that most doctors would ignore and people hate him for that

he's not good at taking compliments so its funny to see him react to the compliments

he loves sweets and he loves when sanji makes them so he's always first in line at sanjis bake sale

he's so cute and small your honor

frankky

mechanic (trade school)

a literal grease monkey

he's always making something in his garage and

he makes custom peices for his friends and even sold some to some of the rich kids

besides that he's really cool about things

he's co chill about everything and help fix things whenever the crew needs it

all in all a cool dude

brook

old ass music head

he's one of the best musicains and he's so casual about it

he's a allumi for the school and he takes students every year to train them and teach them what he knows

he only takes like 5 students a year so the spots are very competative and very hard to get into

hes so chill otherwise

the type of mentor to call you out on your bullshit but still

extra little bonus scene!

the gang goes to Jinbe's resturant every week after all they're classes. Luffy had stumbled upon it one day and he just slowly started to get his friends to go their and that's just become their hangout spot since then. Jinbe pretends to hate when they come over but in all actuality, he loves talking to them and getting to know them as a group and as individuals. he loves their energy and will make sure they eat well and they're getting good grades.

no tag list for now but make sure you're supporting the people that are spending time making works for your entertainment !

@rynfiles ; @strawhatkia

[mikeyway-creates]

I'll post the tumblr version here soon enough, but in thr meantime enjoy the ao3 fic if TadJamie I made!

It's trans Tad suffering through his period- a curse that stuck with him even after starting T I'm afraid...It's sift tho, so please enjoy!!!

[midnighticee]

feeling a lot of things rn!

[formulapookie]

💚🧡

Under the cut

Juice franky/mig, 3.1k smut

As he gets dragged to his boyfriend’s motorhome Mig thinks he’s hit the jackpot. Maybe it was immoral, to make a deal with Bez to have him flirt with him in front of Franky just to rile the other up and make him jealous.

Franky is not a jealous guy, he’s protective, yeah, but he rarely shows possessiveness or jealousy, at least to him. But it’s been a while Mig noticed how more touchy he tends to get when they’re close to other people, especially Bez or Luca, which, yeah kinda makes sense since he’s got history with them. Franky will wrap a hand around his waist, or rest his head on Mig’s shoulder, or hug him from behind, or even has him sit on his lap or thigh despite there being free or empty seats next to them whenever those two are close.

And Mig loves it. No one has ever acted this way with him, before Franky no one got so possessive of him, and he didn’t have a proper relationship either, Bez and Luca were more like fuckbuddies. But Franky is much more.

And one thing about Franky that makes Mig go absolutely crazy is how well he eats him out. The first time they fucked, around two years ago now, when Franky had seen how wet he was just from them making out and him telling Mig he was perfect, Franky’s eyes basically sparkled, and Mig vividly remembers he licked his lips before going down on him, making him come from that alone before even fucking him.

So when Bez started being all flirty and touchy with him after they smoked a joint with him and Cele Franky had immediately  tried to get Mig to sit on his lap, but this time Mig had freed himself from FRanky’s hold and sat beside Bez, talking about his tattoos and complimenting him for how “impressively strong you are to get all these tattoos”.

And that made Franky snap. In a way Mig had probably never seen before. There was so much want in those eyes he almost whimpered just at the sight. Then he had grabbed Mig by the arm and dragged him away from the parking lot they were smoking in, saying to the others “Sorry we need to talk about something”.

So that’s how they are currently stumbling inside Frankys’ motorhome, and that’s how Mig can already feel his pussy getting wet.

When he gets pinned against the door Franky just locked he feels overwhelmed already, big hands on his hips gluing him against the cold material of the motorhome, while Franky’s lips smash on his with such a force he thinks his breath is getting sucked from him.

His hands end up on Franky’s chest, trying to find a minimal grip or stability. The older keeps his hands just there, they don’t move, they’re basically making him become one with the door.

“I was fine” Franky breaks away just to immediately going to bite at his neck “with you having fun with Bez, joke with him” the next bite is lower, almost on the collarbone “but I’m not fucking fine with you shamelessly flirting with him in front of me Andre” the third bite is on his jugular, canines sharp against his skin there, if Franky was a vampire Mig would gladly let him bite him and turn him, just to feel those teeth in his flesh.

“Fuck” he’s already whimpering, knees weak just from some making out and the knowledge he’s gonna get a really good treatment once they manage to get to the bed.

Only they don’t get to the bed, Mig gets dragged once again without the possibility to resist, this time to the kitchen, and Franky picks him up and sits him on the counter, placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss, then letting go moving both his hands to tug Mig’s jeans down as he lifts his hips up, discarding them on the floor.

A groan leaves Frankky’s chest when he sees Mig wearing those godforsaken panties he bought in July for their anniversary. They’re dark green and lacy, because of course Mig would go for Franky’s favorite color.

Mig would want to tease him about liking them so much, but he needs him to do something about the heat that’s pooling between his legs. And Franky knows how impatient the other can get, so much so that a few times they had to get out of a dinner with the academy just because Mig wanted it so badly and obviously didn’t even try to wait until he was home.

Franky grabs both his thighs and pulls Mig towards the edge of the counter just a bit to be more comfortable, then lets go of them and hooks a finger in the side of the panties, moving them to have full access to his pussy.

Mig is biting his bottom lip trying not to let out any kind of sound before Franky even gets his mouth on him, but it’s difficult if he makes eye contact with him and he’s met with pure lust on the other side.

In one split second Franky’s mouth is on him, already sucking on his clit, one hand keeping the panties on the side and the other caressing his thigh. Then suddenly the light hold on his thigh tightens, it becomes demanding and possessive, he can see the meat dipping under Franky’s fingers, as he inhales deeply before opening his mouth more and giving a long lick between the folds of his pussy, tasting already how wet he is.

At that point he can’t keep quiet anymore, and lets out a small whimper, making Franky chuckle against his cunt, making him go half crazy with it. He wants it, wants Franky to eat him out for so long he doesn’t even remember anymore where they are.

Franky goes back to suck on his clit, and Mig can’t help but move one hand in his hair, fingers tangling with the growing curls. It already feels so good, the hand not in Franky’s hair is curled around the edge of the counter for some stability, but it won’t be much use once FRanky really gets into it.

And it’s just what happens, with the older pushing his tongue inside, his nose just above Mig’s clit and the filthy sounds getting louder.

Franky is not a forgiving person, Mig knows that, he knows that by pulling that little stunt earlier he’s in for something good, really fucking good.

His boyfriend also decides he wants to kill him probably, because he starts to alternate thrusting with his tongue inside him to sucking and lightly biting at his clit, there is no stability left in Mig, no sense of control whatsoever, he’s just in the hands of the man in front of him, and God does he love it.

Once Franky moves all his attention back to thrusting his tongue inside him Mig alost dies, he’s being loud, he’s pretty sure anyone around the motorhome can hear him moan, and when Franky hums as he pulls at his hair he loses control completely, and comes right on the spot, making a mess both on the counter and Franky’s face, and he would’ve probably moaned again at the sensation of the older taking his tongue out if Franky didn't get up to kiss him immediately afterwards, silencing his sounds.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, yes? I’m not finished with you” “God yes please”

Franky gets a hand around Mig’s waist and pulls him up, they’ll clean up after. Or tomorrow, who cares. The important thing for Franky right now is to have his boyfriend on the bed and moaning under him, that’s all he really wants, to remind him only he can make him feel this good.

So when Mig wraps his legs around him more or less steadily he’s quick in carrying him to the bedroom and not so gently lay him down on the soft mattress, but what he’s quick at is smashing their lips together again, both hands moving to remove the now soaked panties Mig chose were the brightest thing to wear. 

He throws them somewhere random in the room, they’ll have time to find them later when they’re both out of this lust tunnel they got dragged into.

Mig moans in the kiss and grabs Franky’s back, digging his nails in it a bit, knowing he goes crazy for it. Mig is still wearing a shirt, and Franky does a quick work of taking it off, leaving kisses all over his collarbone and chest, then going back to attack his neck and leave a few hickeys on it as well. 

He breaks away after a few minutes of this, positioning himself between Mig’s legs and opening them a bit more just to have easier access.

The he lowers to be aligned with his pussy one again, and starts cleaning him up from the mess he made earlier, Mig still sensitive from it, whimpering at every minimal move from the older, who getting more and more hungry for him.

This time he grabs both his thighs, keeping them open for him, and instead of keeping on eating him out he goes to bite at the inside of Mig’s tight thigh, making his way up to his pussy, leaving marks and bruises on the pale meat of his thigh.

He immediately begins sucking and licking his clit, Mig already half dumb from the unbroken rhythm that’s being set, he involuntarily tries to close his legs around Franky’s head, but his hold on his thighs is strong enough to prevent that, and Mig loves to feel his hands on him, keeping him there, basically gluing him to both the bed and Franky himself. 

The real fun tho starts when Franky lets go of one of his thighs to get two fingers inside of him, making him arch his back slightly, but this doesn’t stop Franky at all, it just gets him needier to get him putty in his hands again.

So he picks up his pace, and two fingers quickly become three, thrusting in and out, deep inside him, while he doesn’t stop torturing his clit. Mig’s head is buzzing, he wants more, he wants to cum, he wants Franky inside, all at the same time, but the only thing he can do is moan and whimper pathetically as his boyfriend brings him closer and closer to insanity.

He tries to get out Franky’s name but it just comes out a moan, loud and high pitched. The squelching sounds coming from the fingers thrusting inside him fill up the room together with his whines, and in that moment Franky stops sucking at his clit to kiss him once more, swallowing his every sound but not stopping fucking him with his fingers, and now everything in the room is spinning, and it all feels like it’s boiling hot against his skin.

Three seconds later he’s arching his back and coming again, but this time is much more than that, he hears Franky chuckle and his body feels completely empty, so he looks down and all the sheets are completely fucking drenched, he’s still shivering from his orgasm and he cannot for the love of God thin he could be more embarrassed than right now.

“Look at this mess Andre my God, if you needed me that much you should’ve told me instead of getting me jealous like that you know?”

Mig’s face is red like it’s never been, his breath is rapid and broken by little whimpers. Franky is looking at the sheets as if they are an art piece, and Mig is not sure if he wants that sensation to come again and have Franky’s eyes shine like this or just hide in the crook of his neck forever.

“Never made you squirt before amore but fuck it was so hot” “Fuck sorry I ruined the sheets I-” “I don’t care about the sheets Andre that was the hottest you ever looked, I would just do it again but I think that if I don’t get to fuck you in one second I’m going to go mad”

Mig just nods and FRanky finally gets undressed. It’s always a sight whenever he gets his shirt off, Mig could stare at him for days like that, and when the jeans come off he can see how fucking big Franky is. The first time they had sex Mig joked about how it wouldn’t fit and God does he still think that, but he loves the stretch that comes with it.

Franky gets rid of his boxers too and wastes no time in closing the distance between them and slip inside him, letting out a deep grunt at the hot and wet sensation of Mig’s pussy around him.

“Always so good, you feel like heaven around me”

Mig wants to answer but Franky immediately starts thrusting into him, making him lose all sense of reality once more. He feels every single centimeter sliding in and out of him and he could die at the sensation, he always feels so good inside him, and he really loves when Franky lets go of his filters and gets vocal like he’s doing right now.

“Kiss me kiss me please”

He loves feeling Franky’s lips on his, and as soon as Franky complies to his request he wraps his legs around his waist and pulls him closer, throwing both arms around his back, scratching him again with his nails.

They keep making out the whole time, Franky picking up his pace every few minutes because he’s as impatient as Mig to come, and when he moves one hand from the matters to wrap around Mig’s throat he feels his pussy tighten around him.

“You like that?” “Fuck yes don’t let go”

Franky only chokes him harder, pace becoming more rhythmic, deep and short thrusts replacing the fast ones he held up until that moment, having Mig cry out in pleasure, actual tears making their way on his cheeks.

“Gonna - fuck - gonna fill you up yeah?” “Yeah yeah whatever you want Franky please” “You are so perfect”

It doesn’t take long, just a few thrusts and they both are coming, Franky still fucking him through both their orgasms, they’re making a mess on those sheets for sure, but right now none of them cares, not when everything feels so hot.

Franky kisses him again, Mig letting go of his waist but not his neck, still holding him close. They stay like this for maybe two minutes, until Franky’s brain lights up with another idea.

“I can’t leave you dirty like this Andre, wouldn’t be very nice of me” “Yeah just grab me a towel I-” “Sit on my face”

Mig gets redder than Pecco’s Ducati, he wants to absolutely disappear and never be seen again by a living soul. Not that he never had this fantasy about Franky but it becoming reality is much more arousing than it should be. He came three times already, he’s not sure he’ll handle a fourth. But Franky’s eyes are as shimmy and bright as they were just prior when he made him squirt, and God does he look inviting.

“I’ll clean you up come on” “You’re going to kill me one day” “I hope not I wouldn’t live without you Andre”

Franky lays down on the bed and Mig tries with all his strength to hold himself up not to go with his full weight on him, but Franky clearly did not joke when he said sit.

“Mig. I said sit” “I weight too much I’d crush you” “What a fucking way to die would that be” “Franky I’m serious” “Yeah me too. If I say sit I mean it. Now please, sit on my face” “Fuck ok ok”

Franky holds him by the hips, and as soon as he starts licking his pussy clean Mig is moaning like he’s never felt this before. This man is gonna be the cause of his death for real one day, he’s hyper sensitive, he can’t fucking understand where his body ends and where FRanky begins, the only thing he can feel is pure pleasure coming from the way Franky is basically making him melt above him, occasionally still teasing his clit while licking their mixed releases away.

“Franky fuck fuck fuck it’s too much God it’s so good”

The older can’t answer, he just keeps going, buried now deep inside of him, leaving prints of his hands on both his hips, and trying to make this as good as possible for Mig.

It could be three minutes or two hours, Mig doesn’t know, all he knows is that he’s close once again, his thighs are shivering and Franky’s using his tongue purposefully teasing him just to make him cum again.

“I’m gonna cum fuck fuck”

Two seconds later he’s painting FRanky’s face white, coming inside his mouth and moaning lousy without even having the force to put a hand in front of his mouth to quieten down.

When Franky moves him to lay on the bed he’s exhausted, he breathes erratically and his legs are trembling, his eyes are still unfocused and he can’t actually believe he just came four times in a night.

“Enjoyed it?” “Fuck it was - it was so good” “Might have you do this more often then” “Please yes” “And next time if I say sit you sit, got it?” “Yeah got it, I’m gonna fucking pass out now”

Franky sits up and quickly goes to the bathroom, turning on the water to fill the bathtub, then returning to the bed and picking Mig up carrying him to the bathroom.

“Noo I wanna sleep” “Yeah I know but you have to wash yourself amore, I’m staying here beside you ok? the water is warm, so it doesn’t burn you” “Mh ok ok stay here” “I’m staying I’m staying”

Mig falls asleep in ten minutes after Franky makes sure he’s washed himself, and he leaves just to grab a towel and make sure he can wrap Mig like a burrito inside it, carrying him back to the bed bridal style, then dressing him with a pair of clean underwear and one of his Pramac shirts, making sure it’s comfortable enough for him.

He kisses Mig on the bridge of his nose before going to take a shower, washing away the smell of sex he had on.

He gets back to the bedroom and stares at Mig for a bit before grabbing his own clean boxers from the drawer and putting on shorts, no shirt because he knows Mig enjoys sleeping on his chest, and then slips under the covers, pulling Mig next to him.

He falls asleep pretty quickly too, one arm curled around Mig to keep him close and one hand stroking his hair, playing with them softly.

[thelovetheystole]

Why is John more interested in talking/learning about Robert in the capacity or Aaron's ex but not as a newly discovered half brother?

That part makes this weird to me. You find out your half brother is in prison for murder, but your shared sister obviously still cares about him, and she wants to talk about the family.

But you only want to talk about him in a very negative, and frankky jealous way, with your new boyfriend - his ex.

This storyline is so bizarre! Aaron refuses to talk about Robert (we know why), John doesn't know squat, because he's not interested and Victoria wants to keep Lee a secret, even when knowing it actually makes Robert sound worse.

But yeah, these two are seeing a future together. Where they will just live in ignorant bliss with all their secrets, just waiting, knowing that in less than a decade, if not before, Robert will be out of that prison...

[dee-the-red-witch]

I saw on your pinned post that tipping should be mandatory, and I do tip generously. But wouldn't it be better if tipping stopped happening and employers had to pay a living wage? Or am I missing something?

A living, better yet a thriving wage that isn't just defined by the bare essentials it needs to cover, should absolutely be mandatory yes.

But I've seen people pull out the argument that they refuse to tip, and that it should be on the employer to pay them enough to begin with, which is, frankky, abominable. Until the systems hurting people are corrected, it's on us to make up where it intentionally causes harm where we can. Ergo, tipping should be mandatory.

And besides that, most tipping scenarios are cases where another human being is giving you direct intimate contact and service and treating you like a person because their job depends on it. Yes, I'm talking about fine dining. And tattooing. And art comms. And sex work. All of them require a LOT from the person servicing you. Tips are needed for survival of people who go to a LOT of work on their customer's behalf, but it's also acknowledgement that a lot of this work takes personal investment on a level that really deserves to be recognized and rewarded. So tip and tip well.

[romanarose]

Take Your Time: Chapter 1

Frankie "Catfish" Morales X Fem! Oc (Jana Fernandez)

Chapter 2

Series masterlist

Fic summary: Told through the present and series of flashbacks, Frankie and Jana, his ex-girlfriend and the mother of his daughter, Rosie, begin spending more time together as Frankie attempts to get sober, and Jana becomes friends with the girlfriend of Frankie's best friend. They both say they never stopped loving each other, is the timing right for them to finally have a life together?

Chapter summary: 6 months into his sobriety, Frankkie is still struggling. When Will, Benny and Santi are all out of town and he needs help, he knows he can still call on Jana.

Takes place within Leather and Lace in what I call "TF Romanaverse" but it is NOT necessary to read LaL beforehand. You'll be more familiar with the Oc's such as Jana, Laci, and a little bit of Lorelei, but I wrote this series specifically to be read separately incase you don't read Santi fics, that series didn't interest you, or the content was too dark. Speaking fo which, read the mfing warnings.

Warnings!: Self harm (not a suicide attempt but sure looks like one) cutting, blood, puke, excessive drinking, mentions of drug use and addiction but no more relapses, Frankie feeling miserable. Graffic depiction of the wounds as first aid is being applied. Do noooooot actually do this for first aid. Get them to a hospital. But this is fiction.

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Answering the phone at midnight, Jana already swung both legs over the bed and began pulling socks on. “Frankie? What’s going on?”

“M’sorry. Woke you.” Frankie’s slurred voice answered.

“No you didn’t, the shelter had me on overnights last week, remember?.” Frankie had Rosie, their daughter, most of the week, albeit they stayed with Santi and Laci. While Frankie’s recovery was going well, Jana was still nervous with several days in a row, worried it might overwhelm him. Laci watched Rosie when Frankie worked, and if both were busy, Santi had taken her, impressing Laci very much with his skills with the toddler.

“Sorry” Frankie repeated. “Everyone else is gone. Didn’t know who else to call.”

 “You can always call me, Francisco. What did you take?”

“Jus’ whiskey right now, but that’s why m’callin’ you” 

Phone to here ear, she carefully bundled up a sleeping Rosa in a few blankets, the mild Florida winter making for less of a need for a full coat, especially when she’d have to take it off to buckle her into the car seat anyway. “Whiskey we can work with, honey.” Quickly, Jana back tracked as she headed out the door. “We can work if you relapse too, okay? Never be afraid to call me or the guys, we’re always here for you.”

 Jana had gone back and forth with her feelings on Santi for a number of years, mostly when she was still dating Frankie. Frankie would follow that man to the end of the earth, and pretty much had. That trip to Columbia had been the nail in the coffin for a relationship already strained from addiction, and Jana held it against Santiago for a long while. In more recent times, however, she’s come to see him as an ally for Frankie. Santi and his girl, Laci, as well as Will and Benny had all pulled together this last year as Francisco tried to sober up for perhaps the first real time. Although Jana was not with Frankie anymore, she would always love him. They hadn’t broken up for lack of love, or even for lack of trying, but for the things coke can do to a person, especially a person who recently came into a shit ton of money and nothing to do when his daughter is gone but get high.

“I’m waking Rosa” He sounded sleepy.

“No,” Jana couldn’t help but laugh, looking at her curly-haired daughter, out cold in the car seat. “That girl started sleeping through the night at one month old, she’s a miracle child”

“Yeah. Yeah she is. She deserves someone better.”

She got in the car, hooking up the phone to the speaker. “Stop. You’re a good dad, Frankie, a great dad. I’ve never seen a man play dolls with a kid for 2 hours straight, she adores you. You just need a little help”

“Yeah” It was quiet.

“Frank, hey, don’t fucking go to sleep, we’ll be right there.”

“Don’t wan’ her t’see me like this”

“She won’t, I promise. What room are you in?”

“Bathroom”

“Okay, I’ll lay her down in her crib before I even come to the bathroom okay?”

“Promise?”

“As long as you stay awake, yes.”

“Fine”

“Okay”

Wanting to make sure she paid attention to the road, her nighttime vision not greatJana didn’t talk much, only when she thought he was falling asleep. She parked on the wrong side of the road, quickly grabbing Rose (how did this child sleep so much?), calling to Frankie she was here, and laid her down in the crib as promised. Her room at her uncle Santi’s had a toddler bed, as she was quickly growing, taking after her dad, but this would do fine in a pinch. With her heart about to burst out of her chest, she ran into the bathroom, expecting to find him puking or passed out on the floor. Instead, to her horror, she found him in his underwear, slumped up against the tub and the wall, blood on his arms and legs.

“Frank!”

Thinking quickly, Jana grabbed one of his towels and wrapped it around the two deep cuts on the inside of his wrist and the one on the outside. There were a few others on his legs, but it was clear the wrist was more imminent a danger. “I’m calling an ambulance, hold on” She instructed as she placed his hand over the towel. “No” Frankie mumbled. “No ambulance” “You tried to kill yourself Frankie!” Jana shouts, the smell of alcohol and puke was raw in the bathroom, permeating her nose and she vaguely registered his crumbled up shirt as the source of the vomit, and assumed he must’ve thrown up on himself in the binge. Frank grabbed her hand, finally looking at her. “No, I didn’t” Eyes wide and panicked, she looked at him intently, gritting through her tensed mouth. “Then what the hell is this!”

Closed his eyes again. “I don’t know. Wanted to feel something, punish myself, I dunno”

“Hey. hey.” Gently tapping his cheek, Jana kept him conscious. “You need to stay awake.”

“No hospital” He reiterated. “They’ll lock me up and I swear to god this is only going to get worse.”

Jana considered for a moment, then reached for her phone. “Fine, but I’m calling Will” The older Miller was as close to a doctor as any of them knew, starting as a combat medic before he quickly rose in the ranks and eventually joined Delta Force as Tom handpicked his team. Throughout the years, they had called on him in lieu of an actual doctors visit, as the man kept up with trainings and taking classes. He could probably out do a doctor at this point, but much of his training was in formal. Frankie did not like this plan either, shaking his head. “No, they’re out of town visiting their cousin or something. Don’t wanna bug em” “It’s Will or an ambulance.” Jana gave him his choices, but as Frankie seemed to struggle to choose between being hospitalized or being a bother to the people that mean most to him, Jana calmed her tone, taking Frankie’s flushed and puffy face in her hands. “Francisco, Will loves you, so do Benny, Santi and Lace, so do I. We want to help you. You aren’t a bother, you aren’t a burden, Will would want me to call him.” Dodging her eyes, he gave a quick nod, consenting to calling Will. Jana pressed the facetime option on Will’s contact page and within two rings his face appeared on the screen. “Jana? What's wrong? Is Rosie okay? Are you?” He had clearly been sleeping, and it warmed Jana’s heart that he answered so fast, worried something happened to her or Rosa. That’s what she liked about Frankie’s friends. In the past, she could barely get the care she wanted from the men she dated, and their friends barely acknowledged her, if not being flat-out creepy or making racial comments. The Millers and Santiago, for all her and Santi bicker, had been nothing but respectful and welcoming to her, and she liked to think she welcomed back. “We’re fine, it’s… here” Jana flipped the camera to show Frankie. The poor man looked humiliated, but she’d handle that later. “He won’t go to the hospital and insists it wasn’t an attempt, I need you to look at them and tell me if we can handle it here.” Will was a combat medic. He’d seen way worse, hell, Jana knew. Hell, he’d seen worse on himself and his friends, including Frankie, but he was obvious not prepared for this, and despite his ability to keep calm in this emergency, she heard his voice shake, just a bit. “Okay.” Scanning up the cuts on his legs, Will confirmed those weren’t a risk, but he had seen the bloody towel around his friends wrist, and told her to unwrap it. She had to pad the blood away for him to even see how bad it was.

“Fish, you should really get stitch-” “No” Frankie was having none of it. Jana turned the camera back to her. “Can I take care of it here?” “Jana, he should really-”

“Yes or no” Will sighed. “Can you give him stitches?”

Jana glanced to Frankie, bleeding heavily and looking absolutely wrecked. She wanted him in the hospital, in the safety of doctors but she also knew he had seen a lot, and hospitals made him anxious. Plus, there was no doubt in her mind that for someone who valued quality time so heavily, a mandatory lock up for a suicide attempt, or whatever this was, would only make him worse.

“Yeah, I think so. ”

Will was not thrilled, but allowed it. “Go get his first aid kit, I’ll walk you through it.” All the guys had ‘first aid kits’ that were the size of small hospitals, thanks to Will. He instructed Frankie to keep his arm raised and gently keep pressure on the wounds. Jana knelt beside him. “Can you stay like this for me? While I get what you need?”

Eyes wide and wet, he looked up at her an nodded.

She kissed his forehead and she got up. “Good job, I’ll be right back.” Taking the phone with her, she went to the kitchen where she knew his first aid kit was. “What’s he on?” Will asked. “Just liquor, Helluva lot of it, and whiskey if I’m smelling it right.” “He’s been sober from coke for six months, maybe it’s time he stops drinking too.” “One bridge at a time, Will. He still has cravings, let’s give him a break.” Jana continued gathering what  she needed and washing her hands thoroughly. “He tried to kill himself while drunk, Jana!” She looked directly at the camera. “How about you deal with your alcoholic brother, I’ll deal with Frankie, okay?” Jana snapped. A pause. She knew she wasn’t supposed to bring that up. “Sorry-”

“Let’s get him stitched up, we can talk about this later.” Sighing, she rinsed her hands and turned the faucet off with her elbow. “I’m sorry, Will. I’m just a bit freaked out.”

“I understand. We should probably talk when Ben and I are back, discuss it with Santi.” Jana wasn’t sure how she felt about talking about Frankie and his problems when he wasn’t around. “Yeah, with Frankie.”

Will nodded on screen. “With Frankie.”

Frankie, of course, had things for stitches, the over-anxious man he was. With Will’s guidance, the cuts only needed on each, enough to close the wound a bit. The bleeding slowed, and after disinfecting and bandaging the wound, and thanking Will (as well as promising to update him throughout the night), Jana found herself propped up in the bathroom wall, covered in blood, Frankie’s head on her lap as she played with his hair. Her instructions were to keep him awake for a while, since he lost so much blood, but this was proving difficult as the alcohol ran through his system.

“Where did Santi and Laci go? Laci didn’t mention going anywhere this weekend.” She asked. Santi’s girlfriend had begun volunteering at the women’s shelter Jana worked in, and the pair had become fast friends. Frankie mumbled, trying to stay awake. “It was snowing somewhere up north, Laci missed the snow, so he took her up there to some fancy hotel for a few days. Private hot tub, rose petals, room service. Whole shabang.” Jana couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at that. “She’s really got that boy whipped, huh?”

To her relief he smiled back. “Yeah but he’s got her wrapped around his finger too.” “They're really cute”

“Yeah, they are.” Frankie’s smile faded. “I’m sorry. That’s what you deserved. Someone who could be like that for you. Take care of you.”

“Frank…” He shut his eyes, and Jana thumbed away a tear that ran down her cheek. “Honey, no. I don’t need what Laci needs. I don’t need to be taken care of like that. You cared for me in all the ways I needed you too, and you continue to provide for me and our baby. You were a good boyfriend, you really were. I was really, really happy with you, that’s why we decided to have Rosa” Jana leaned down to press a kiss into his hair as his eyes remained locked shut. “You gave me the most precious thing in my life, and if I didn’t love you enough already, I’d love you simply for that. Look at me, sweetie.” With a soft touch, she coaxed his eyes open. “I love you, I always loved you and I never stopped loving you. I promised you that when I left. You are an excellent father and a loving, good, kind friend. If I can’t be with you as a partner, I’m happy to be your friend, for the rest of our lives.”

Looking at her, Frankie nodded. “I never stopped loving you either. I’m sorry. I know i’ve said it 1000 times but I’m sorry. For the coke, for how I acted, for going to Columbia when you told me not to, for everything that happened after…” “It’s okay, honey, I forgave you a long time ago. I know as well as you do that addiction is an evil illness” “It doesn’t mean I didn’t make mistakes-” “I know, you made mistakes and so did I. It’s okay. You’re not a bad person, Francisco.” He closed his eyes again, wincing this time. “Oh fuck.” Jana, having been through enough nights of the two of them drinking together in their youth, especially back in the army, knew what that meant. “Okay, up.” She helped him get over the toilet bowl, rubbing his bare back as he threw up. “Pope’s never gonna leave town again. Gonna start camping outside the house” “Pope can suck my dick, Frankie” Jana replied, an smiled when she heard him chuckle. “I’m serious.” But she was laughing too. “If you need him back off a bit, I’ll talk to him.” Frankie shook his head. “I like… I like having them around, I just don’t want to interrupt his life.” “You aren’t, I promise. He loves you very much, and much as he likes to pretend he’s a rolling stone, I think it’s become apparent with Laci around he’s a caretaker at heart.” Frankie mumbles “Like Han Solo”

This causes Jana to laugh. “Yeah, yeah like Han Solo.” “I’m sorry” Frankie spoke between dry heaves. “I’m really trying to sober up.” “Take your time. God knows you held my hair back enough times, Azúcar, I’m just returning the favor.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“You exist, Frankie. You don’t have to earn me, who you are is enough.”

Jana got Frankie set up on the living room floor, plush carpeting and the blankets she laid down giving enough comfort while simultaneously keeping him on a firm surface. After getting him to rinse out his mouth and drinking some water, he was put in the recovery position (confirming to Will via text that it was done) and she covered him in a warm blanket, after putting a pair of pj’s over him, to spare him a bit of dignity if nothing else. For the next half hour, at 2 AM, she cleaned up the bathroom of blood and vomit, showered his blood off her and helped herself to his clothes, threw hers and Frankies messy clothes in the wash with the bloodied towels, redressed his wounds as he slept, and did the dishes for good measure. One less thing for him to worry about in the morning. And he would worry in the morning. They got through that hard part, but it was all far from over. Jana laid beside him, getting under the covers on the hard floor and got just close enough to where she’d wake if he started to choke or vomit or anything, but didn’t want to encroach on his personal space.

It was far from over, to be sure, but Jana planned on working with him, Will, Benny and Santi, and being there for him every step of the way. He wasn’t her boyfriend anymore, but he’s always been the love of her life.

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I knoooooow an intense start to a series!!!! But I really hope you guys like it! LMK if you'd like to be added to the tag list!!! @milkymoon2483 @trinkets01 @welcometostayingawake

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[coach-mchorse]

Frankky comes across as not-evil because the group is up against our competition for the title of Ladrinde's Next Top Bastards

Now about my boy Phoenix! He's my favourite and most relatable boy. Cries at least once every page of his backstory and I have absolutely cried during a session playing him.

He's a dumbass himbo who flirts with every attractive NPC, which resulted in me being called a Thirsty Slut when he left ditched the other PCs in the bar to go rail a waiter named Jean Pierre

[thisiskatsblog]

You aren't an advocate when you support an antisemitic misogynist homophobic conspiracy theory and are an active participant in spreading it. Calling you on your bullshit Kat

Your arguments aren’t worth shit when you aren’t supporting them with any evidence or logical reasoning. You aren’t worth shit and you probably don’t even believe you have good arguments if all you dare to do is come here on anon. You’re a sad pathetic wussy full of bullshit, “Anonymous”

[knoxprox]

Look you can not like terms like “cinnamon roll” in reference to a character or think its “cringe” (altho cringe is fake) but saying that seeing someone use it “ruined your entire day” is dramatic and childish.

Fuck off, grow up, and let people enjoy things. Let them interact with them how they want without being made to feel bad about it.

[bottlecap-press]

From Frankkie’s chapbook, It Was Good Until It Wasn’t, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/good

[lesbianpulpfiction]

make yourself using this picrew and reblog with your picture! here’s mine 🌿

[frankkie]

I'm Openly Fake, You Can Not Expose Me....

Frankkie

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