BE MORE CHILL.

[frankiepucker]

[ZENDAYA, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s [FRANKIE PUCKERMAN]. i hear they’re [TWENTY] and are known as [THE INSOUCIANT] around [NEW YORK CITY]. they're also a [SOPHOMORE] at [NEW YORK UNIVERSITY], and are part of [THE PLAGUE MAGAZINE AND EMPLOYED AT HARD ROCK CAFE]. they’re known to be [INDEPENDENT & WITTY] and [SECRETIVE & IMPULSIVE]. some people say they remind them of [SNEAKING OUT THROUGH THE WINDOW, RIPPED DENIM JACKETS AND DOC MARTENS, CONSTANTLY SENDING MEMES, and SKATEBOARDING AT NIGHT]. only one way to find out! [aj, 27, she/her, est]

full name: francesca ‘frankie’ jayne puckerman nickname: franks, puckerman birthday: june 2nd place of birth: lima, ohio age: twenty zodiac sign: gemini current residence: apartment with zoe puckerman and eli st. james sexuality: lesbian relationship: single education: high school diploma, sophomore at nyu major: literature and creative writing

LIKES AND DISLIKES

likes: skateboarding everywhere, ignoring alarm clocks, skipping class, french fries, writing, painting, pestering her brother brother, and causing chaos. dislikes: thunderstorms, clowns, small spaces, carter july, demanding customers at work, paper cuts, mainstream music, and winter time.

BIOGRAPHY

As soon as Francesca “Frankie” Puckerman was born, it became obvious that her parents were not just Jake and Marley Puckerman, but the entire Puckerman clan. She was the first born of the next Puckerman generation, and with her auntie Quinn only being a couple months away from her own labor process, it also became apparent that Frankie was being brought into the world with a best friend on the way.

Frankie was spunky, fun, and outspoken and her personality only grew stronger and louder as she got older. She took a lot of her dad’s personality traits whenever it came to how she was percieved by the world, but deep down, Frankie’s emotions worked very similiarly to her mom’s. Because of her adopted emotional nature, Frankie quickly found herself going through maturity processes and having little to no outlet appropriate for the feelings that she was beginning to have. Marley was quick to notice, and even quicker to instill a sense of safety in the form of journaling to her daughter. The next thing she knew, Frankie was growing into a rather passionate writer.

However, it didn’t matter how helpful writing was to Frankie, it was hers. She didn’t keep her passions a secret, per say, but with how much of a slacker aura she gave off to her environment, it wasn’t the easiest thing to guess that she was a fan of doing. Writing remained her closest friend and biggest therapist, even through the trying and difficult years of high school.

The Puckerman’s were rocked with the death of half the patriarchal side of the family whenever uncle Noah died. It was something that Frankie pushed to the back corners of her mind, only allowing her emotions to spill out whenever she was in the comfort and safety of her journals. Regardless of her feelings, she needed to be a stronger person than she was for her family, especially her cousins. They were all so young but yet just at the right age to understand how permanent death was. It challenged the entire family, but life continued on. After Noah’s death, Frankie vowed to make sure that his good name and even better life was something that lived on forever. She might have always been Jake’s daughter, but now she was making sure the world knew she was Noah’s niece too.

Frankie never considered herself to be a jack of all trades, but she definitely branched out a lot more in high school than she ever imagined herself to. Between auditioning for a musical and being a member of the yearbook committee, she kept her GPA strong and her social game even stronger. Once graduation rolled around, she was leaving Lima, Ohio in the dust - but with a whole lot of people to keep in touch with.

Now, Frankie is attending New York University and working her way towards a degree in anything related to writing. She had a very good freshman academic year, falling into the adoring eye of one of her professors. While the woman had many students on her roster, Mrs. Lundy always made sure to help Frankie out as best as she could - which explains exactly how Frankie was able to land an internship at Penguin Random House. She has only been a part of the internship for a couple weeks now and regardless of her passion not being in publishing, it’s opened her eye to the writing world - and realizing just how much it pays to have connections.

[puckermanoah]

𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩  // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @frankiepucker​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, March 21st. Afternoonish

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Generic coffeeshop idk

The last week had been an interesting one to say the least. Perhaps not much was happening to Noah directly, but with spring break coming to an end so did other things. Such as her sister’s relationship with her longtime beau. Two years ago, Noah would have said a bleak I told you so, citing that Theo had never stayed around for long in her book, but with the way they managed the handle long distance and a long term relationship, Noah had finally come around to the idea that sure, Theo Beiste would stick around. Until he didn’t. It came as a shocking blow, but the person that mattered wasn’t Noah, it was Zoe. Unfortunately, Zoe had already jumped on a plane down to Florida. There were texts and there were calls, but Noah knew that her older sister just needed time and alcohol. It mended all trauma in the youngest Puckerman’s life.

Now that Spring Break was coming to a close, she made a mental note to visit Zoe and check in on her, but for now, she’d leave things be. If Zoe wanted her little sister, she’d say something. Right now was the time for the Eli’s and Frankie’s of Zoe’s world to be with her. Instead of coddling her older sister, Noah found herself at a coffee shop, sipping on cups of joe with Frankie. “How was spring break? You get up to any cray shit?” The blonde inquired, wrapping her lips around the straw of her cold brew, taking a slow sip. “My mom just talked to me about wedding shit all weekend and,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m excited but damn. It was all wedding this, Theo and Zoe that, the whole nine yards.” 

[frankiepucker]

“If workin’ my ass off all week means getting into cray shit,” Frankie began before she was taking a sip from her cup. “Then I was so ridiculously crazy.” New York City had been nothing but kind to Frankie, and she would even go as far to say it had been kind to the entire Puckerman clan. With all of the younger generation of the family being in the big city, Frankie was starting to feel more at home every single day that passed. Especially with Noah. Sure, the two had always been a certain shade of close to one another, but with the move up North? The shade was absolutely darker and more prominent. Zoe was always her go to, but Noah was starting to climb the ranks. She would always be up for their coffee dates, even if the coffee tasted like shit most of the time. “Is Auntie Q freaking out?” She asked before she was squinting her eyes slightly with a laugh. “Sorry, clarification - is she freaking out more about the wedding or T and Z’s big break up?” Frankie was a fucking fool for gossip - especially of the family variety.

After a couple moments and a lot of anxious sips taken from her cup, Frankie cleared her throat before she was locking eyes with Noah across the table. “Can I speak freely for a sec? No judgements.” With Zoe being gone, Frankie was severely missing her sounding board. Things had been... boring in Frankie’s world, until yesterday. “Candy is back in town. Like, moving here.” It was no surprise in the Puckerman family that Candy Motta had all but ripped Frankie’s heart out of her chest right before she left for college. Frankie hadn’t been an obvious wreck, but to the people who knew her best, it was obvious that the excessive partying wasn’t just simply something Frankie was doing for fun. “She came by the Hard Rock yesterday. Looking for Tracy, of course but,” Frankie spoke, allowing her words to fall off as she shrugged her shoulders. This shit sucked.

[frankiepucker]

tracehummelanderson​:

trying to make himself look busy, trace picked up an already cleaned cup and began to unnecessarily wipe it down. he then shrugged at frankie’s question, “i don’t know, ace of spades won’t be fun without eli or zoe there if you ask me….” tilting his head, trace squinted at frankie as he thoughtfully debated what they could get up to, “mmm, still don’t fucking know, i’m pretty sure this place is eating away at what bits of a brain i have left.” he joked, “i could always see what everyone else is up to? maybe we could tag along somewhere? maybe there’s a party somewhere tonight?” a pause, “we could even try to sneak in some place again like we did last summer. that was fun.”

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“I swear, those two owe us a fuckin’ trip to Ace of Spades once they get back,” Frankie said as she began furiously poking at the terminal. It wasn’t that she was mad that she wasn’t able to join them in Mexico, but just more or less bummed that she wasn’t able to join them. She would give nearly anything to be trashed on a beach right about now. After a brief pause and enough time for Frankie to finish checking out her last order of the night, she turned towards Trace. “Or we could get blasted at Callbacks and show those nerds what real karaoke looks like.” Frankie had never been a fan of making herself look like a drunk fool in Lima, but in NYC? The world was their drunken oyster. “And then sneaking in somewhere. If I’m getting arrested for breaking and entering, I’m going double whammy and adding public intoxication to it too.”

[frankiepucker]

candymotta​:

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Candy felt like she had been standing there for hours – she was surprised that no one had complained that she was taking too long, probably because it had only been a few minutes. The two needed to talk, Candy knew that this much was true, but she was scared of what the other was going to say – there was no way that Frankie was just going to forgive her for abandoning her after the summer. “Now that’s just a lie, I’ve never looked better.” Candy told the other after she said that she looked shitty – as much as Candy wanted to talk to Frankie normally, she wasn’t going to let her talk like that, especially when she knew that she looked great. When Frankie asked for the break, Candy was relieved that the other at least wanted to talk things out and once they made their way outside to the alleyway, she couldn’t help but to wonder if she was about to get stabbed.

As her mind eased down about the location they were at, Candy looked around the place in hopes that she wouldn’t see a rat wondering around – the place was disgusting enough as it was. Looking over at Frankie, Candy could obviously tell that she was getting angrier by the minute, so she probably had to say something before the other stormed off. “Right, okay.” Candy said, clearing her throat as she thought on what to say next – what do you say to someone who you loved so much, but abandoned either way? “Surprise, I’m moving to New York!” That definitely wasn’t the right thing to say and part of her already regretted saying it, so she just shook her head at that, in hopes that Frankie would disregard it. “I know we haven’t really talked… you know, in these past two years. Mostly because of me, but you know. I was busy in Los Angeles, trying to get famous. But it turns out that it isn’t that great there either, it’s just a bunch of earthquakes and Youtubers trying to make a living, and I wasn’t about to sell my soul to Youtube, you know?” She asked, before looking at Frankie for a couple of seconds, before looking around the alleyway again – she wanted to talk to Frankie, but she wasn’t even sure in what to say, which was weird especially since she had been the one that wanted to talk in the first place. “I guess I’m sorry that I didn’t keep in touch for this long… That was shitty of me, I see that now, I know. But… I’m hoping that we can still be friends.” Candy said, looking over at her ex-girlfriend, hoping that she would understand.

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At the news of Candy legitimately moving to New York City and not just simply visiting, Frankie’s crossed arms dropped to be hanging at her sides. She wasn’t a professional by any means whenever it came to dealing with ex-girlfriend’s, but after having a pretty solid end to her senior year alongside Finn? She was sure it was something that she would be able to swing. Besides, New York City was huge. The chances of seeing Candy constantly were pretty low... right? Regardless, she continued listening, recrossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall behind her. It didn’t matter how much she wanted to slap the girl across the face for her blatant inability to apologize whenever she had obviously done something wrong, at least she was talking in Frankie’s direction. Sometimes, she felt pathetic for wondering where Candy had ended up after she left Ohio without so much as a mutter of her plans, but that always just left her feeling lousy and pathetic about herself. New York City was a place where she had blossomed into something more - more than just an angry Puckerman. 

“Friends,” Frankie deadpanned with an overzealous smile painted on her lips. She nodded her head for a couple moments before she was clapping her hands together. “Fine, whatever. Crap apology accepted, can I go back to work now?” She was well aware that things were less than over with, but that didn’t mean she was in the mood to stick around for whatever outlandish way Candy was able to make herself seem like the good person in this moment. She was about to walk away, but of course her feelings started taking the lead from her. “It sucked, you know?” She spoke after a couple seconds of silence on her end. With a heavy sigh, Frankie continued speaking, “One minute we were spending every second together and the next, I’m having to be told that my girlfriend moved to the other side of the country.” Frankie’s eyes locked onto Candy’s for a moment before she was shrugging her shoulders. “I think I’m going to need a little bit more than an apology to think about being your friend. Thank God you have Tracy here though, right?” Her words might have seemed playful, but the gaze that she was sending Candy’s way was hardly that.

[frankiepucker]

candymotta​:

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If anyone were to tell that Candy would have ended up dating Frankie Puckerman in the last few months of her senior year and all through the summer after it, she wouldn’t believe it. In fact, Candy would probably have thrown a fit if someone had dared to tell her something like that. But the truth is that it had happened and Candy had truly been happy with Frankie during those months – which was something that she had never expected, especially since the two had spent most of their years in high school yelling at each other during the day, but as soon as there was a party, everything changed for a couple of hours. While the two dated, Candy had been happy during those months, there was no denying in that – she was so happy that part of her had forgotten it wouldn’t last forever. And when summer came to an end, Candy left to LA like nothing had happened – but even she couldn’t forget the amazing summer that she had with her girlfriend.

After two years of not seeing Frankie, Candy had to admit that it was weird to be standing in front of her. There were many things that were left unsaid, but Candy couldn’t find the right words to say in that moment. What do you say to someone that you loved and left behind without looking back? She knew that she had been wrong for doing what she had done, but the truth is that Candy had always warned the other that she would be leaving for LA as soon as summer came to an end – even if she had initially forgotten about that, Candy was still on set on becoming famous and that obviously had backfired. She wasn’t famous and she had lost someone that she had deeply cared about. Had it been worth it? Absolutely not. But Candy wasn’t about to show weakness in front of her, especially when the other seemed to be unbothered by her presence. “Francesca, why don’t we stop these childish games? I know I’ve dyed my hair, but I don’t look that different, do I?” Candy asked, trying to sound as casual as she possibly could – it felt like the two were back in high school, bickering at each other whenever they had the chance, but Candy really couldn’t blame Frankie for acting that way – after all, it was only fair after everything that had happened. As she let out a sigh as she leaned forward, she looked over at Frankie. “Can we talk? You know, somewhere private?” She asked, in hopes that the other would agree to it and not punch her across the face, especially not in front of all of those people – the two needed to talk more than anything and Candy had obviously some explaining to do, especially when she had been the one who had abandoned Frankie.

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Frankie wasn’t sure where in the hell Candy was storing all of the audacity that she had to continue standing in front of her, but she couldn’t help but admit that she was impressed. Whenever Candy had abandoned her after their whirlwind summer together, she had been obviously distraught and heartbroken. Frankie had known of Candy’s big life plans, but she had expected some sort of decency whenever it came to it actually happening - or even just a phone call that things were through and Candy was on the other side of the country. However, it had been easy enough to deal with the fallout of her heartbreak. Sure, Frankie might have developed incredibly unhealthy partying habits during the first couple months of college, but she was fine in the end. Right? 

The moment that Candy spoke, Frankie feared that her eyes were going to fall from their sockets at her tone. Everything was always so easy breezy for Candy Motta and Frankie was starting to wonder if the girl had even cared for her in the slightest. “Nah you look shittier than I remember,” Frankie deadpanned before she was slamming the pen in her hand down onto the hostess stand. She was angry, sure, but there was also a chunk of her that was wondering if there was a single thing that the other wanted to say to her. Her interest only heightened whenever Candy was requesting to talk to her. Frankie stared her down for a couple of moments before she was sighing and looking behind her. “Hold on,” she mumbled before she was flagging down her manager to request that she take her break now. Within a matter of minutes, Frankie had grabbed hold of Candy’s sleeve and began pulling her through the restaurant so they could escape through the Employees Only exit into an alleyway. “You have fifteen minutes. Talk.” The setting might not have been the loveliest place to have a conversation of the caliber she was sure this one was to be, but she didn’t give a damn. They could discuss the heartbreak amongst the rats of New York City if Frankie had it her way.

[frankiepucker]

tracehummelanderson​:

WORKIN LIKE A DOG

WHO @frankiepucker​ and trace hummel-anderson. WHEN saturday, 3/20, after dark. WHERE hard rock cafe.

nobody liked working in food service, and if anyone said they did, they were definitely kissing their bosses ass for a raise…or like, homeschooled. working at the hard rock cafe sucked, but it paid decent, and being coworkers with frankie puckerman made it somewhat worth it. seeing as they had both hung back in new york for spring break, they’d been scheduled to work together pretty consistently throughout the week. now that it was saturday though, trace refused to have anything but fun the moment he clocked out. luckily, things had slowed out on the floor and trace was able to spot frankie getting the bill for a table. he sped walk to intercept her. finding success, he frantically asked, “are you doing anything after this?” 

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If Frankie had it her way, she wouldn’t work a single day of her life in New York City. The city was far too entertaining all on its own, so working at a literal Hard Rock Cafe? It was pathetic, but it was helping to pay the bills. It wasn’t the worst, but a lot of that had to do with Trace Hummel-Anderson working alongside her. She hadn’t really paid attention to Trace whenever they grew up together, but now she considered him to be somewhere on the spectrum of a friend to her. “Going home and hopefully passing away,” she answered with a light bout of laughter as she started punching in the billing information for her most recent table of the night. Frankie had a knack for dramatics and after being home alone for the past week while her roommates paraded around Mexico? Dramatics were second nature. “Unless you have better plans for me, because count me in. What are you thinking?” She asked, stopping her work for a moment to shoot him a glance. Frankie had to make sure she wasn’t getting excited for nothing at this point.

[frankiepucker]

candymotta​:

WHO: Candy Motta & @frankiepucker​

WHEN: March 20th, 2043

WHERE: Hard Rock Café, NYC

If anyone were to ask Candy where she would be at two years ago, she would have probably answered something Los Angeles or living her best famous life – but what she didn’t expect was to end up in the place where she said she wouldn’t go to: New York. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that this probably wasn’t the best idea ever – mostly because she had disappeared the summer after graduation and she hadn’t been in touch with anyone from high school. And the worst part was that New York was full of people from high school. Either way, New York was a big place with a lot of people, what were the odds of her running into people that she actually knew? Plus, she didn’t even have a place where she could stay yet, she was just staying at this hotel, hoping that she would find a good apartment in a good location where she wouldn’t end up getting mugged – the clothes she wore were too good for it to be taken like that, so she wasn’t even going to try.

Candy was pretty sure that she had seen something about Tracy working at the Hard Rock Café – so what would be better than surprising him? As she made her way inside of the café, taking off her sunglasses as her eyes adjusted to the lighting inside, Candy looked around the place as she made her way to the counter, not even noticing the person standing there. “Hi, is Tracy here?” She asked, hoping to get an answer as she kept looking around the place, hoping that she would see him, but once her eyes locked on the person behind the counter, Candy felt like she could die – it was no other than Frankie Puckerman. “Oh. Hello, Francesca.” She said, before clearing her throat, not sure what else to say in this type of situation.

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New York City had been nothing but kind to Frankie Puckerman, especially in the last year. She had landed a near dream internship (all thanks to one of her professors), gotten her grades up to an almost shocking place, and had landed a pretty easy job. It wasn’t her dream to be working in the food industry, but her jam packed schedule made Frankie look so fucking good in the eyes of her college advisor. Plus, after having such a downward spiraling freshman year after getting her heart trampled on by Candy fucking Motta? She had to admit she was doing so much better. While Frankie could deal without the rude and sometimes belligerently stupid customers at the Hard Rock Cafe, she wasn’t near the edge of handing in her two weeks notice and never looking back.

But maybe tonight was different. 

Frankie was typically a server but after a particularly frustrating night of call-offs, she was having to man the front counter and check in new customers. It was definitely not her favorite, especially considering the fact that she was in no way in charge of her fated tips for the night, but she was managing as well as she possibly could. In the midst of scribbling down the wait time for the next party to be seated, Frankie heard an unmistakable noise and immediately stopped the flow of her pen. After a couple moments of trying to take a single deep breath, she glanced up and met the eyes of Candy. With an exhaled mix between a laugh and a sigh, Frankie shook her head. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she murmured under her breath, trying her hardest to not breakdown on the spot. She had spent so many nights worrying about where Candy went before the anger had settled into her bones. Now, she was pissed. Candy was grown and was fully capable of making her own decisions, especially on where she was to live, but Frankie had guessed they had been close enough (literally girlfriends) for her to have the decency to even just tell her. But that was the thing Frankie had learned - Candy wasn’t really that decent when it came to the important things. However, instead of playing into her emotions and showing Candy just how angry she was with her, she went for a different route. “Yeah, he’s here. Can I have a name to let him know who’s here?” She asked, looking up at Candy and matching her eyes. It might have been low, but they were all about the low blows to one another.

[zoepuckerman]

never a clean break

WHO: zoe puckerman & @frankiepucker​ WHEN: friday, march 19th WHERE: their apartment

statistically, only two percent of high school relationships ended in marriage… at least, that was what google told zoe when she foolishly searched it up during her plane ride home from mexico to nyc. while zoe knew that a majority of the relationships her classmates had in high school would end up in heartbreak, she’d been confident in the fact that if anyone was going to make it out together (and happy), it would have been her and theo. they were soulmates, and in zoe’s eyes, meant to be together forever. unfortunately, life had a funny definition of the word ‘forever’ and a quick stop in lima brought about the end of their two year relationship. it was safe to say zoe was devastated, but not surprised. the arguments and tension had been building for a while, but what she hadn’t realized was that, somewhere along the way, their relationship had stopped being something they fought hard for. regardless of the pain, zoe spent her spring break in mexico with eli (a trip that had originally been intended for her and theo). a couple of days in the sun, on the beach, with her best friend and a drink in her hand had been truly cathartic, but zoe wasn’t naive enough to believe that a vacation was going to cure a broken heart. no. time healed wounds, as did friends… and family. the laughter falling out of eli and zoe’s mouth grew louder as they plowed through the door of their apartment, suitcases trailing behind them. a small frown crossed her lips as she was met with an empty living room. where the fuck was frankie? work perhaps, zoe thought to herself. wherever she was, z knew she’d be home quickly after reading the blonde’s guess whose back!! text. after showering and unpacking, zoe climbed on top of her bed and began scrolling through her various social media accounts… and camera roll. reality in the form of selfies of and pictures with theo slapped her across her face and heart. there was no denying the immensity of how much zoe missed theo in that moment, and just as her finger hesitated over the phone icon next to his name, her bedroom door swung open. frankie’s knowing eyes were enough to cause the tears she’d been holding in to flood like a dam had been broken. “hi,” her voice cracked. “i missed you,” and when frankie’s face softened, zoe’s resolve crumbled. “i think he’s really gone this time, frank.”

[frankiepucker]

“Twenty bucks,” Frankie said abruptly, staring at one of her co-workers. “I will Venmo you twenty bucks right now if you stay an extra hour so I can leave early.” It was her own fault, really. Frankie hadn’t had a lot of hope in the JFK airport’s speediness whenever it came to maneuvering around the facility. With what time Zoe and Eli were landing, Frankie was certain she could stay her entire shift, but she was sorely mistaken. Once deals were made and her Frankie’s debts were paid to her co-worker, she was speeding her way across the city so that she was able to make it home. Truth be told, she had missed her roommates something horrible. While it was expected with her cousin, her reasons for missing Eli were... different and definitely not something she was going to think about anytime soon. Before she knew it, she was barreling through the door, offering a nod and a smirk in Eli’s direction, before she was busting in through Zoe’s bedroom door. As soon as her eyes landed on her, Frankie’s heart dropped to her butt. She knew exactly the look that was on her face, and it was one she had seen way too many times before - tonight was going to be a lot more emotional than she had expected. “Hi Zozo,” Frankie offered as she placed her jacket and belongings on Zoe’s desk, instantly making quick work of climbing onto her bed, next to her. “Missed you so much,” she mumbled, eyes narrowing in on her face before she was sighing. God, she fucking hated Theo Beiste right now. The dude had become one of her closest friends, but ever since the break up, she hadn’t even thought a single positive thing about him. It sucked, but she was always Team Zoe - no matter what. “You don’t know that,” she lied, knowing absolutely nothing of the break up. Things had happened... in a weird order. With the break up happening right before the departure of 1/2 of the Puckerman clan, Frankie hadn’t wanted to make Zoe talk about it. However after a week of the sun, sand, and more than enough booze, there was nothing holding Frankie back. “What happened?” She asked, sitting up next to Zoe’s body before she was reaching forward to wipe the tears falling from her cousin’s eyes. She fucking hated when her family cried, especially with how teary eyed it made herself be. “It stays in this room, okay? You can say whatever you want and no one else is ever gonna know.”

[frankiepucker]

Frankie Puckerman had never once claimed to be a good person. Did she think she was the worst in the world? Absolutely not. She had done some shitty things in life, but most of the time, she was certain that the good things she did in life cancelled out the bad. It was a weird way of thinking, but Frankie had never been the type to fully think her actions through... which might have explained the sinking feeling in her stomach as she laid in her own bed and stared at the ceiling. She felt like crap, but that was to be expected after the caliber of partying her and her roommates had sunk to the night before. The full gang was back together, so it was only fair that Eli and Zoe continue their vacation vibes with getting as drunk as possible. What Frankie hadn’t been expecting was falling into Eli’s bed almost as easily as she had the first time around whenever the night was coming to an end.

The first time it happened, it was a total accident. Too many drinks had been poured and after not finding someone to take home at the end of the night, Frankie and Eli found comfort in one another instead. It had been awkward the morning after, but it was pretty clear between the two of them that whatever had happened was out of entertainment alone. There were no kind of intense feelings that the pair were harboring for one another, especially with who Eli was in Frankie’s world. The past was the past for a reason, but it didn’t stop Frankie’s mind from spiraling from time to time about how she had slept with not one but two of her best friend’s ex girlfriend. However, it had happened again the night before and Frankie couldn’t find it in her soul to give a damn. They were just having fun. It wasn’t serious. But it still didn’t stop her feet from dragging as she left her room, knowing Zoe was gone and a rather awkward (?) conversation was about to take place. “Hey you,” Frankie muttered as she stepped out of her room, immediately clocking Eli eating breakfast in the kitchen. “Is there anymore coffee left?” She asked, not even caring about the lacking of pants that she had on. They had seen more than enough of one another from the night before, so why not be comfortable? @eli-stjames​

[frankiepucker]

candymotta​:

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Candy would have been better off than to talk to some random person that was standing by their locker, but this time, she wasn’t all that mad about it being Frankie, especially since the other was actually agreeing with her – that was definitely a good sign, mostly because she loved when people agreed to what she was saying. “I’m glad you agree, Francesca… Even though I always thought you would end up here, it’s good to see that you actually want to leave this place.” She said with a small shrug, as she kept scrolling on her phone as she talked to the other. As Frankie started talking about graduation and ruining the aesthetic, Candy looked away from her phone to look at the girl, before raising an eyebrow at her. “I would only make it better… And thank you, everyone knows that Sharpay was the best character in those movies either way. I mean, she even got her own movie.” She said with a small chuckle, glad to at least have a normal conversation with Frankie that didn’t involve a screaming match were the two would get too worked up. Once she saw Frankie’s finger putting down her phone, Candy let out a small sigh before she was locking the phone and throwing it inside of her bag again, as she turned her attention to Frankie. It was the least she could do since she had been the one that started the conversation. “Going to LA, becoming famous and never coming back here. That’s my plan and it’ll work. What about you? Who’s going to have deal with the infamous Francesca Puckerman?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at Frankie.

“Okay, you did not just call me a Lima Loser,” Frankie said as she narrowed her eyes in Candy’s direction. While the other could be fun and challenging, she could also just be downright annoying... but then again, so could Frankie. It was kind of their thing throughout the last year of school. They would bicker, act like they hated each other, but all it took was a party for the both of them to toss their inhibitions to the wind and start behaving a whole lot friendlier with one another. It was just nice that it was happening sober now, and in public. “She got her own movie because she was smokin’ hot, Candy. You might get a short series if you were really Sharpay,” she teased, knowing that their bickering was like a dosage of serotonin to their bodies. It was obvious that Frankie wasn’t alone in enjoying moments like this, especially with how much it seemed Candy was always seeking them out. Frankie’s eyes followed Candy’s movements like a hawk, pleased that she was finally putting her phone away. While she wasn’t incredibly vocal about needing attention like some people, it was always something she craved - and Candy was giving her just that. If Frankie hadn’t been interested in the conversation before, she absolutely was now. “I have no doubts it’ll work,” she started before she was hiking the straps of her backpack up farther on her shoulders. “I’m going to New York. With Zoe,” she paused for a moment before she was staring down at the tiled floor beneath their feet. Frankie didn’t really talk about her plans after high school, especially not anything further than how excited she was for New York’s night life. “I’m doing some writing shit in the city, so who knows, maybe we’ll both be wickedly famous one day.” Fat chance, but Frankie could dream. “You gonna like, go the acting route or just going to try and act up enough to land a reality show deal?” Frankie asked, an amused smirk pulling on the corner of her lips.

[zoepuckerman]

“i just think you’re being stupid,” zoe said with a small shrug and a wide smile. the reality of the situation at hand was that it didn’t matter what the conversation zoe and frankie were having, because it always ended in one of three ways: zoe pissed off, zoe pissed off, or… zoe pissed off. zoe puckerman had always had a short fuse, but it was virtually nonexistent whenever francesca puckerman was in the picture. zoe stabbed her fork at her dull, half-eaten salad before pushing it out of view. some jv cheerio would surely pick it up. “alright. you gonna update me on what’s going on in your crazy ass life or what?” between the heightened cheerios practice in preparation for competition season and frankie doing… whatever the fuck she was doing, the cousins hadn’t done the best job at creating time for each other, but as far as zoe was concerned, that was about to change.

[frankiepucker]

“Oh I’m being stupid?” Frankie asked as she folded her hands on the table and glared dramatically across the table. Ever since she could remember, the screeching sound of her cousin’s voice had almost become a safe place. They might have fought nearly every single day, but their words were typically always empty. “Yeah, I’m actually probably being stupid.” Frankie had missed moments like this. Whether it be cheerleading or dating or dealing with break up’s or... whatever they had been up to lately, the pair had obviously been drifting apart from one another. She wasn’t worried by any means, especially with Frankie having almost complete dibs rights to Zoe after graduation, but this was nice. “Literally nothing,” she deadpanned with a shrug of her shoulders. “Mom keeps trying to take me to Columbus to go college shopping but I told her that can’t happen without you.” There was a pause as Frankie allowed the nice and gentle moment occur before she delivered the rest of her words, “your bitch ass will absolutely have some shit to say about whatever I end up getting.” Frankie laughed before she was reaching across the table to steal a crouton from Zoe’s salad. “What’s up with you? T gonna like, actually propose or some stupid shit instead of promposing?”

[frankiepucker]

TEXT: frankie & lj

LJ: hey homo

LJ: u up🥵

FRANKIE: sup dickhead

FRANKIE: why u thirst textin me rn im gonna tell ur gf

[frankiepucker]

tagging: frankie + @crhqstarters​ where: lima bean

Frankie Puckerman had never been the type of person to live her life fully present. Whether it be the existence of headphones blaring music into her ears or an overwhelming high taking over her brain, she liked the world better whenever she was seeing it in a blurry kind of fashion. The day in question had Frankie situated at a table in the Lima Bean, “doing” her homework while she waited for her drink to be made. She hardly had the motivation for homework anymore, but she was trying her damnedest. She would never hear the end of it if she ruined her chances of going to NYC with Zoe at the end of the summer. “Oh shit,” Frankie called out whenever she saw Benji the Big Bitch holding a drink at the counter. She hadn’t heard the name that he had called, but with business being rather slow, she assumed it was hers. “Thanks,” she commented before she was taking a large drink of the iced beverage, immediately scrunching her nose. “This tastes like fuckin’ shit, what did you do?” She nearly demanded before she was glancing at the cup and seeing a name scribbled on it... that was absolutely not hers. Glancing to her left, she saw the person in question. “Oh, I-I,” she began, immediately yanking the headphones from her ears and letting them dangle to the floor. “Sorry? Shit,” she laughed before making a move to hand them the drink. “It tastes really good. I should... drink swap? Want mine or?” This was why her mom was always telling her to pay more attention. 

[candymotta]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Candy Motta & @crhqstarters​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Monday, March 1st

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: WMHS

Graduation was only two months away – and Candy couldn’t wait to get out of high school once and for all. There was nothing left for her in Lima besides for her mom, so she wanted to go to LA where she knew that she was going to be famous and live her best life there. But first, she needed to survive the next two months – as she was walking down the halls of McKinley High and after seeing some loser crash into another one in their skateboard, Candy leaned against the lockers next to a familiar face. Looking over at the person that was standing by their locker, Candy let out a small sigh. “Do you ever get tired of this school? Because I know I can’t wait for graduation, so I can just leave this place. Don’t you feel that way?” Candy asked to the person, raising an eyebrow at them – it wasn’t usual for Candy to just start talking to someone like that, but there she was, watching the people walk past the halls and talking to each other. “Do you think that I’ll be able to wear a pink gown for graduation? Because I’ve seen that red gown and I know it’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Pink is just my color and Remington should just know that.” She said with a small smile, before reaching for her phone that was on her bag as she started mindlessly scrolling on Instagram.

[frankiepucker]

“Absolutely,” Frankie deadpanned her answer as soon as she heard the first round of questions that Candy was firing off in her direction. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if Candy realized whose locker she had ended up next to, but Frankie would not waste an opportunity to hate on Lima, Ohio. She absolutely would miss her hometown whenever she was ass deep in New York City next year, but for now, she was the number one Lima hater. “I think getting out of America’s asscrack is going to be a good thing for us,” she further explained as she closed her locker, turning to face Candy head on. “No way.” Frankie’s eyes naturally rolled whenever she was in the presence of the other girl, and it was no different right now. “I think Remington is searching for hell to freeze over twice before you mess up the aesthetic of graduation. But good luck, Sharpay Evans.” As much as she didn’t want to, Frankie found Candy annoyingly entertaining. She was abrasive and outspoken and fucking annoying but in the fun kind of ways. As the other girl began mindless scrolling through whatever social media was stealing her attention, Frankie scoffed slightly. “Oh c’mon,” she started before she was resting her index finger against the edge of Candy’s phone, pushing it down and nearly demanding attention back on her. “We were having our first moment in months where we weren’t screamin’ at each other, don’t ruin that now.” A pause. “What’s Candy Motta doing after high school anyway? ‘Cause I know you’re not rotting away here.”

[frankiepucker]

santosnessa​:

🦋

VANESSA WAS SKEPTICAL of just who frankie puckerman had become based off this interview. she wasn’t convinced that this was the badass, clowning, drug dealer everyone seemed to speak highly of. that doubt was playing clearly across her unimpressed expression. it wasn’t until frankie uttered a simple statement that the tense discomfort broke. ‘there’s no leash, by the way.’ she informed. v could no longer suppress the smile that had wormed it’s way on to her face. “noted.” she said flatly, but locked eyes with frankie as she did. in an instant the vibe had gone from stiff to charged. well aware of her current situation she knew it wasn’t wise to meet the other with a flirtatiously challenging stare, or cross her legs, or flip her hair at just the right moment in an attempt of driving frankie wild, but she did it anyway. though she was crouched deeply within the closet, and could easily dismiss the curiosity of a freshman aged nessa as just that, there was part of her that was confident in the fact that she was so ahead in her little game of chess, she could “slip up” and have fun…just to see how the other would react. 

now crossing her left leg over her right, v folded her hands over her knee and answered, “it’s a tournament.” leaning forward again, she playfully whispered, “by the way, when you said you had better questions i didn’t think you meant like…fucking fondue for two level questions. isn’t this supposed to go in the yearbook?” she laughed. while she kept her gaze level with frankie’s, it became painfully apparent that she wasn’t the only one putting out vibes. part of nessa wanted to stand up out of her chair and demand frankie leave her alone and never speak to her again, but the other was thriving in this sort of energy, and didn’t want to cut their time short. removing her hands from her knee, she reached up and tightened her ponytail as she continued to “interview” frankie in turn by asking a tough question, “why’d you pick me? you could’ve asked sage…”

While Frankie was starting to settle her nerves with their current predicament, nothing could have prepared her for the sense of ease that came with catching the shift in V’s body language. It was nice and honestly just made Frankie feel like she wasn’t a complete loss whenever it came to girls. The ego boost she needed. Plus, no matter how much Vanessa tried shoving her straightness down every jock’s throat, there was definitely something else happening here. Frankie wasn’t one to pressure, especially with the... weird past that they shared, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to bite back.

“Tournament,” Frankie whispered before she was near dramatically scribbling that ‘note’ in her notebook. She wasn’t even sure she was going to get enough information out of this interview to write an article, but she could guess enough shit about speech and debate to make it somewhat readable. “I could only wish to have the riveting journalistic skills as Joey,” Frankie said with a smirk as she tilted her head to the side. This had stopped being about the yearbook the second Nessa started playing back with their little game. It was a good back and forth. Speech and debate, who? Frankie’s eyes nearly glazed over as she watched Vanessa literally just... exist in front of her that she nearly missed her question. “Why you tryin’ to hijack my interview?” Frankie asked with a tilt of her head before she was placing the pen behind her ear and folding her hands together on top of the table. “Sage is great. We love Sage,” a pause. “But I don’t think Sage would be able to deliver such a fun interview like you are right now, V. Next question,” another pause occurred as Frankie glanced back down at her mostly blank page of notes. “What’s your uh-,” Frankie grabbed the pen from behind her ear before she was drumming it against the table before looking back up at V. “What’s it like wearing that uniform every single day? Don’t get me wrong, hot, but isn’t it a bit much sometimes?” She mostly just wanted to toss out a very non-subtle compliment, but who cared. Frankie could just claim she was helping Zoe with her articles and couldn’t pass up the chance for this exclusive Vanessa Santos interview. Besides, Cheerios skirt were a whole lot better than speech and debate talk. Especially on her.

[frankiepucker]

santosnessa​:

🦋

ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED between frankie and nessa was long behind them. at least in vanessa’s eyes it was. but that didn’t stop things from being tense. if she were to bet twenty dollars, she’d be willing to put it up that things would be rigid with herself and eli like they were with frankie right now. while v would like to have faith and trust in people, the reality of life was that people weren’t to be trusted. they were subject to slip ups and messes and error, and as much as it pained her to admit, even she was susceptible to all of those things. with a little glimmer of her liking of girls in the hands of people like frankie and eli, there was absolutely no way she trusted them to keep that secret. humans were opportunistic, just like they were fallible, and she didn’t doubt that her image could suffer if either one of them decided to get testy. 

so if frankie wanted to play speech and debate checkers, nessa would play the chess of life. at frankie’s taunting remark, v scoffed and raised a brow in turn, “it’s your interview, ball’s in your court.” she said as if she couldn’t care less. leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs and answered the first question, “it’s fine, i like proving people wrong and twisting the more conservative arguments i’m given. like once i argued we should ban all abortion and give men mandatory vasectomies instead.” placing her elbows on her knees, she leaned forward and challengingly tilted her head as she asked frankie, “do you like, actually like doing this shit or is that stuffy ex-girlfriend of yours still got you on a leash?” it was petty, and a low blow, and definitely a clear indicate she’d forgotten the reason she was here. nessa couldn’t seem more unbothered as she leaned back in her seat before asking another question, “is that the best question you’ve got?”

Frankie felt like an absolute idiot. It had been one of her worse plans to interview Vanessa, but she had misinterpreted what her body was telling her that she needed. Things between her and Vanessa might have been fleeting and a little while ago, but it still didn’t erase the way that Frankie was feeling weirdly out of her element. Finn had been her girlfriend for a brief amount of time, but Frankie’s utter lack of game? It was all the proof necessary that she had actually had some true feelings for the girl. Now, she was left looking like a bumbling idiot. She needed to step up her game. She needed to do something so Ness didn’t start thinking she had become a fucking loser. “Dangerous statement,” Frankie said with a laugh, her nerves hopefully not being too apparent in the way the noise sounding leaving her body. Come on Francesca.

“I mean I see nothing wrong with those things, so you won the debate in my mind,” Frankie said with a smile before she was jotting some notes down in her notebook. It wasn’t a lot, but she could spin it well enough. However, any positivity that Frankie might have been feeling quickly left her body whenever Ness was speaking her next batch of words. With a laugh, Frankie rolled her eyes before she tried defending herself as much as possible, “do I want to write for the schools yearbook? No, but I like writing enough to do that,” she paused for a moment, allowing her eyes to glance over all of Vanessa’s features. She was still definitely hot. “And there’s no leash, by the way.” It was an unnecessary add-on, but maybe the best way to start feeling like herself again was to act like she was nothing more than Frankie Puckerman. Not someone’s girlfriend. As Nessa leaned back into her seat, Frankie leaned more against the table in between them. “No, I have plenty of good questions. Next question, do you know you’re in an interview right now and not a speech and debate meet...? Are they called meets? Tournaments?” Frankie smiled as soon as she met Vanessa’s eyes, tilting her head to the side. The interview was shit, but at least Frankie was having fun.

[daphnes--corner]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: kaden fabray & @frankiepucker​ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: sunday, february 21st, sometime in the evening 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the view

a big perk of going to mckinley is that you’re always being kept up to date with the latest gossip, whether it’s true or not, something is always circulating. and kaden felt like he generally was pretty good at keeping up with it, but this time he had dropped the ball. the past month his mind had been focused on hockey, school, and his weird on-again thing with heidi, and he found out far later than he thought he should’ve about the recent news with frankie. why had she not told him? but then again, did he feel like talking to people about it when he had his first break up? he knew the answer was no, but he also knew he probably would’ve felt a lot better just talking to someone. so, to make up for his lack of cousinly duties, he sent frankie a quick text that he was picking her up in 5, no ifs, ands, or buts. the drive up to the view was quiet as kaden racked his brain for what to start with. was anyting really a good opening for this thing? “i heard about you and finn,” he said slowly, pausing to glance over at her. “what happened? if you don’t mind me asking,” kaden wasn’t usually one who liked to talk about his feelings, but it was because of this trait that he knew bottling it up would only make it worse. “i know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but sometimes you need to, y’know? i’m not gonna say i know exactly what you’re feeling, but i can say i’ve been in a similar situation. it fucking sucks, and i’m sorry you’ve gotta go through it, franks,”

[frankiepucker]

As Frankie’s phone buzzed next to her on her desk, she ignored it. She had been in a writing slump for the past week and a half and the last thing she was going to do was allow herself to be distracted. But once her phone was buzzing again, she gave in and read it. Kaden was... coming to get her? Right now? Without a text back, she got dressed and started heading downstairs. What the fuck had she done? Kaden and her typically hung out and it wasn’t a big deal, but things felt... weirdly serious? Regardless, she got into the car and said nothing more than a couple greeting lines. It wasn’t until Kaden was saying his piece on why she was actually in his car with him, and she couldn’t help but sigh. She didn’t want to talk about it because truthfully, the whole situation made her feel like an idiot. She had put so much confidence in their feelings being enough for the relationship that now that it was over? She was just stuck with weird residual feelings and an uncertainty of how she was supposed to act now. No matter how short their relationship had been, it wasn’t just a whatever kind of moment. “Okay chill out Dr. Phil,” Frankie said with a rolling of her eyes, trying to buy as much time as she possibly could. Kaden was family, which meant that he had a one way ticket to Frankie not being a closed off monster towards him... which just made moments like this weird and awkward and unnatural. “I dunno what you want me to say,” she began with a shrugging of her shoulders before she was looking out the window. “Things just didn’t work. We’re too different or somethin’.” That was true, sure, but Frankie couldn’t help but wonder if it had been something else. “Finn deserves something more than... she’s the school President.” A laugh. Frankie didn’t really think any negative thoughts about herself, and no matter what her feelings were about the break up, she couldn’t stop wondering if she could have fixed something before it all came tumbling down. “I’m still kind of... confused on it?”