#i’m about ready to hammer a toaster myself and could really use his big arms hugging the stress away

[nerdieforpedro]

Thank you so much! I love the tags 🤗 Toasters beware! If it will make Frankie appear, we’ll try it! 🫡

Give up the bagel

Frankie Morales x reader

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Summary: It's been rough as of late. The toaster is the last straw. Frankie comforts you.

Warnings: damage to toasters, angst, mentions of mental illness, mainly supportive fluff

Notes: I had a weird day today when I wrote this and I wanted a hug. I feel like Frankie gives good hugs. Reach out when you need help and check in with people close to you. I used prompt #18 from @sirowsky

It was fun. 🤗

“What happened to the toaster?”

You stood with a hammer, over the kitchen counter, crumbs on the floor and an unsuspecting toaster that had three dents in it. 

You were in your sleep shorts and tank. Nothing had gone right this week. The office was drowning in requests at work, you often came home late and couldn’t eat dinner with your husband who picked up your daughter from aftercare and put together the dinner that you weren’t home for. At night, you could only shower, kiss your little starlight as you tucked her in at least and became the big spoon to your sleepy husband’s little spoon. You were careful not to wake him up but you wanted to at least touch him beside your goodbye kiss in the morning. Just to hold him, feel his back, put your face in the crook of his neck. Take in his fresh scent, slightly musky since he showered before bed but all his.

Frankie scratched his head at the sight. He had seen you stressed before, but you both were similar in the regard, normally calm and composted but internally panicking. There are times when you didn’t make any sense to be sure, but eventually you worked out whatever issue you were having. Frankie was your biggest cheerleader thought it, he had learned that sometimes your problem solving would be ruled by emotions instead of logic. At times it worked and other times you found yourself to be self-loathing about your failings despite also telling Frankie that he was doing great when he knew he wasn’t. Your edges had been started to fray as of the last few months. The powers at be had seen your work and loved it so the put you in charge of your own team along with a pay increase. He was so proud of you but it now meant hours would be longer at times and you weren’t laughing as much when you came home. He knew before you went to bed, you were still making adjustments on starlight’s costume. She insisted that the family dress up like Super Mario characters, she had seen the movie and wanted to be Bowser so Frankie would be Mario and you Peach. Those spikes on Bowser were proving to be a challenge but this, how did the toaster fit into the picture? The pilot took a wider look at the kitchen, there were two pans, butter, eggs a bowl, some juice.

Ah…you were making breakfast. Maybe?

“The toaster and I had a disagreement about if the bagel should come out of it. I will have the bagel.” You stated, not in a joking manor. Frankie’s concern grew. This was not something he was familiar with, how can he fix this, is it even fixable? 

“Cariño, put down the hammer and come here.” He walked toward you as you slowly lowered the hammer but did not put it down. His arms wrapped around you and then you set it on the counter. Feeling his warm embrace calmed you down and your eyes watered, tears began to fall. Your shoulders shook with your sobs as Frankie held you, rubbing your back with his broad hands. “It’s okay. I’m right here. What happened before the toaster got on your bad side?” He asked. It was just like him to take you seriously with your madness, to treat you as if you were the most normal person when you often felt far from it. You looked up at him and shook your head. 

“I just wanted to make breakfast for the two of you. I feel like I haven’t seen either of you much and there’s still so much to be done. I shouldn’t have broken the toaster. That was stupid.” Barely above a whisper, you placed your forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When’s the last time you heard it? “I think I should tell them I want to go back to my old job. I had regular hours and I want to eat dinner that my husband makes for me with him.” Frankie ran his fingers through your hair.

“Are you sure? It’s only been a week. We’ll work it out. We always do, don’t we?” He kissed your forehead. You sniffle but smile. This man.

“You just want me to keep working so we can put more money in starlight’s college fund.” You joked, feeling a bit more like yourself. Frankie chuckled.

“You caught me. We gotta start early. She’ll be off before we know it, though can she stay six for a while longer?” Frankie started rocking you softly, soothing you further. Your smile grew, a few strands of your hair stuck to your cheek from the tears. “Te amo mi amor.”

“I love you to. Te amo Fransciso.”

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[cirilee]

i just found a text my browser had saved on a word count website, and i apparently typed it last november while being sad - i just wanna have a place to post it, and it explains why i was gone for most of may through november last year.

if you’re interested, u can read, it’s basically just a long long long vent and i wanna save it somewhere :’)

(and if you wanna, you can tell me what u think of the whole thing, maybe share if something like that happened to you too, because man, this whole thing was WEIRD for me)

bottom line is: i’m much better now and have way better friends then back then and in general, i’m a pretty happy person again^^

My parents and me had been fighting a lot the past years. I still love them. For a while though, it was just shouting matches between us. We weren't really speaking to each other throughout january 2019 until april 2019, so i wasn't informed by them that they were planning to mOVE OUT. And the place they wanted to move to only had enough space for 2 people. now my brother and me had 3 months total to find and finance our own flats. i was desperate. 2 months i unsuccessfully searched for a job or a flat or a way to make a deposit for said flat, without any saved up money. an old school friend offered to move out together. i only saw him once every month for group activities. he was nice, but we also had a bit of a history. 3 years ago he had acted kinda scummy and tried to get me to be his girlfriend because "he couldnt find anybody else” - ending in a "movie night with friends" that turned out to be a trap, where the only one spending the night was me because he only invited me. creepy. he apologized and i forgave him and we were chill and it was normal between us. i realize now, that i should have just left him out of my life at that point. but time was running out, so i gave in and asked myself "whats the worst he could do. i’ve known this person for 12 years and the he's part of my friend group" we set up basic rules, how we would pay for stuff, etc. .. we moved in. it seemed fine. then i noticed that he talked A LOT. and he wanted A LOT of attention. after a day of working on my diploma or working at my job, he would assert himself in my room and try to engage in smalltalk. i am not the hermit type. i engaged with him, i joined in on his conversation. but when i was already tired he wouldn't accept "i'm gonna go to sleep". there was always something else he needed to talk about. I was trying to make clear to him that i needed alone time too, but no matter how honest i was, the message either didn't seem to stick, or he'd get upset and start asking me if i hated him. With that, i could have kept up with in the long run. Then he started knocking on my door. even when it was already late and i already told him i was gonna go to sleep. Repeatedly knocking on my door. At some point he just opened the door. It was 1am. I pretended to sleep. I could hear him breathing, it sounded angry. He eventually closed the door. The next morning i confronted him. He argued it away as him trying to warn me that he was going to take a shower, so that i wouldn't use the bathroom. He started commenting on how i wasn't funny enough around him. in that friend group, i'm the funny one :c. but i cant keep up that energy 24/7 (this was supposed to be a home, not a free neverending standup act, for this one guy). that confused him. the next day he asked me if i had depression. My parents had given me a griller/toaster as a parting gift (there’s a backstory for that too but anyways) my flatmate ALSO had that same toaster. He demanded we make up our minds which one to keep. i didn't understand why this was important to him and i hated discussing this useless topic with him so i stored the toaster in my room. He repeatedly suggested i throw mine away (?). One evening i got hungry and decided i'd make myself a toast in my room. So i made some toast. Suddenly he bursts in. And he starts ranting. "why are you doing this are you CRAZY you cant TOAST in your own room thats DANGEROUS you're gonna start a fire, don't ever do that again, we have a KITCHEN for that. why don't you want to use the kitchen you cant just HIDE from me every day, this is OUR flat  and i want us to live TOGETHER!" He didn't stop talking and it overwhelmed me, so (this is embarrassing, but) i actually started crying and i turned away from him so i could try to control myself. and he just started babytalking me "awww its alright i didn't mean to scare you, but you see, you shouldn't have done that". he tried putting his arms around me, i told him to stop. "you need a hug right now" ...... i was so angry i think my brain might have short circuited because the next hour was me just acting the whole way through. i told him everything he wanted to hear. i was so sorry for almost burning the house down and made up some explanation that my parents were still making me sad, so i needed distance. The next big thing involved one of my best friends. she wanted to spontaneously go out for an evening. so i put on some pants and of course: HE appears in my room, asking where i'm going. i was surprised by the question and just answered "going out with Lina" he left it at that. then suddenly: "can i come too?" He threw me off with that question. Lina had said she needed some advice on personal stuff, so I said "no" because i didn't have a better answer. he got ANGRY. i explained. "Lina wants some privacy, i'm sorry" He starts arguing that Lina is just as much his best friend, and that he should be allowed to hear what she wants to say to me. Before i can reply he slams his door shut. "Don't even try to explain yourself", he says. I told my friend while meeting up with her and she began with the sympathetic "you should have said yes" and we argued about it and then she came out with this absolutely horrifying sentence: "you know how he is. you cant be *too* honest with him. he's sensitive. you need to lie to him so he doesn't get mad" it was as if i'd been splashed with cold water. i said i didn't agree with that. that that was actually unfair to HIM. nobody likes being lied to and treated less than. she called him, told him i was gonna apologize and he showed up with the angriest expression i ever saw in his face. he accused me of being depressed and that he now has the burden of my mental issues to bear. This he assumed because one night i told him about me dissassociating sometimes a few years ago. Then he wanted me to promise i would never leave him, because he's afraid i won't be able to pay my part of the rent. the crowning moment was my friend Lina mostly agreeing with him and both of them berating me for not having my life together because i still hadn't managed to find an open-ended contract job, only limited-time jobs. at the end he justified himself by saying he cant stand my parents phoning me. (at that point they had started calling me everyday and showed genuine concern ... i was trying to reform a bond with them) - apparently he resented that. he knew about my parents disciplining me with face slaps as a kid (when i was 9-11 yrs old) (they feel bad about it, and they they stopped doing it fairly early) in that moment my flatmate chose to tell me ..... (hoo boy i need to get ready to type this) .... "i'm concerned about you. if your father would ever beat you, i would beat him  to a bloody pulp" then he repeated "i would beat him/kill him" a few times, VERY agitatedly. it was scary and at that point i was numb. i didn't really respond, i just said "its fine" or something to that extent. the  thing that made me decide to move out (although certainly among many that followed that night) was this: one morning i informed him i was going to visit my parents that weekend. we had started talking again (as i mentioned before and i wanted to meet them without fighting for once). he says "but you're coming back, right". i say "of course don't be so nervous". i go to work. i get a LOT OF texts from him suddenly. i skim through it. he's mad about me calling him "nervous". i don't reply/read bc i am at work. Then he actually CALLS me. i don't pick up.  now i'm thinking: What is so  important, that he has to call me during work.  there's a 4 paragraph essay in my inbox. "watch your mouth", "you have no right to speak that way to me", "you should have more respect". he was mad i called him nervous. i responded that i don't have time to reply. he argued back. at one point i said "if i cant even call you nervous then i'm ACTUALLY gonna stay with my parents" he fiNALLY didn't reply to that. after a 10hour day i come home. i wanna shower. i go to my room, close the door and start undressing myself. of course, there's knocking on my door. i say "No" he flips out. i calmly tell him i'm only half dressed. he flips out even more, says i'm a horrible person who WANTS to fight because my "no" wasn't a good enough answer and i should have explained in full detail why he couldn't get in. he was actually SERIOUS. this was his reasoning for flipping out. he goes away. not even a minute passes by and he hammers his fist against my door again. "OPEN UP THIS TIME I *HAVE* TO COME IN" at this point i'm beginning to get kinda scared  so i say "come in" He comes in and says he needs me to disconnect with the wifi because he needs it for his work. i calmly say "ok" and disconnect my wifi. he goes away, leaves the door open. i stand up to go and close my door. HE ACTUALLY GOES AND PULLS AGAINST ME TO TRY TO PRY IT OPEN AGAIN. eventually he lets go and then he flips out FOR REAL. he starts screaming about how i'm a psycho, and that im crazy and awful and he has been nothing but nice and that he "saved" me and i haven't been thankful enough.

.... ..

yes, i was in a difficult position. but that flatmate arrangement was made on even ground. he had wanted to move out from his parents for years. i fled and left. called my parents, but they were miles away and laughed it off. i would have probably too. i called my friends. Lina offered to come and mediate. He continued screaming even with Lina there. It culminated with him roaring at me, pointing at the door saying "if you don't like how i treat you, there's the door, leave right now" with lina replying "don't say that, you NEED her money to pay rent!" it was awful, and an eye-opener. the next day, on the way to work, i decided i was gonna move out. and before i could tell him, i get a message from him (!). An ultimatum. he tells me i have 3 options. 1) leave immediately and take my stuff away within a week. i wouldn't have "pay any more than i've already payed" (it was the first day of that month and i had already payed my rent. nice) 2) stay for half a year, but immediately pay him something so that he knows i'll stay 3) stay indefinitely, but set up a " bevahiour contract" with him, so this "never happens again" i told him i'd take option 1 and then i stayed over at a friends house. then at a friends shared appartement. then at dormitary and soon i'm gonna move in with my younger brother. we've been estranged a bit but grown closer through this whole thing. now Lina and him are still friends and lina blames me for "everyone in our friend group" being mad at him. one of her first concerns, was that her birthday parties are gonna be weird now. i am completely done with her as well and don't want her in my life anymore. according to her, I left him with a rent he cant pay  and i should feel bad for that. except i dont. should i though?