Some fluffy and tooth-rottingly sweet headcanons for a relationship between Frankie Morales and an asexual reader (gender neutral):
There is a STUPID level of mutual pining between you and Frankie.
But Frankie doesn't want to put your friendship at risk so he doesn't share his feelings.
And you're sure that he won't want to be in a relationship with you after he finds out you're asexual. So you don't share your feelings either.
Then the tension finally breaks.
It's Benny's birthday party - bonfire on the beach, plenty of alcohol, good food, and when the karaoke starts, you flee to the solitude of the dark beach.
Frankie comes to find you (and escape too) when the breeze picks up, putting a chill in the air and he saw you slip away without anything to keep you warm.
So he brings along a blanket and some snacks and he finds you on the beach, staring into the night.
You've both had a little to drink - just enough to be pleasantly buzzed. Just enough to lower your inhibitions.
"Got room for one more out here?" Frankie asks, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.
You share the snacks together, hiding from the terrible karaoke (even though you can kind of still hear it from this distance). You sit side by side, your toes buried in the sand, with a full moon on the horizon.
"Hey," Frankie says very softly. He knows you so damn well and you've been unusually quiet lately. "You okay?"
You don't answer for a solid two minutes. And then it just kind of spills out.
"I think I'm in love with you," you whisper.
You can't really see Frankie's face - just the silhouette of him - but you hear his breath catch and you know he's staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Actually, I think I've been in love with you for a really long time but I was just too chickenshit to say anything."
When he takes a breath to speak, you plow on, your heart hammering.
"I was scared because I'm...I'm asexual so I just...I don't care about sex. And every time I thought about telling you, I kept wondering, what if I tell him and it's not enough? What if he doesn't feel the same way? I mean, you and the guys talk shit about your sex lives all the time and I just...I can't give you that and it...kinda kills me inside a little bit."
Frankie reaches over and takes your hand, his skin warm, his touch achingly gentle. It sends your heart racing so hard that your chest hurts.
"What if it was enough?" he asks.
You can barely breathe because your throat is so thick with hope. Frankie rubs his thumb over your knuckles soothingly.
"When two people want to be together, that's enough. You want me. And I want you. So..."
He trails off as he tugs you into his arms, brushing a kiss to your temple.
"I'm yours, if you'll have me," he adds.
Frankie will frantically Google asexuality as soon as he gets home because he wants to understand and help in any way he can. He tries his best to grasp it, though he might not always get a few terms so you'll need to help him out.
Prepare for LOADS of cuddles. This man is a cuddle HOG.
And he's WARM. Like a furnace. Constantly.
Frankie ALWAYS gets up to first to make you breakfast and coffee/tea/smoothie, whatever you want.
The man has mad pancake-making skills. Delicious. Golden and fluffy and picture-perfect every single time.
Totally wears a "kiss the cook" apron.
The guys crack jokes about your sex life (or lack of it) but Frankie doesn't even bat an eye. He isn't threatened or intimidated by the smack talk from his buddies.
And there is NEVER a hint of pressure for sex from Frankie. No questions about "Have you changed your mind?" or "What if we just do X? That doesn't really count, right?"
If you're favorable to something you want to try, explore, or do together, Frankie will let you bring it up on your own time.
Absolutely the "let's stay in" boyfriend. Doesn't like going out that often. It's cozier at home.
Frankie has a fairly strong case of separation anxiety. He understands that it's important for you to have your own life but he just...doesn't like being away from you for very long.
He's not clingy about it (okay, maybe a little).
But he prefers to have you around, even if that means he's tinkering in the garage and you're on the lawn reading. There's something about your presence that calms him and grounds him.
His favorite thing in the world is late at night, with you cuddled up into his side beneath a mountain of blankets, with a movie playing on the laptop. You've long since fallen asleep with your face nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulder. You're warm and soft and it's so peaceful that Frankie considers it as close to heaven as he's ever gonna get.
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