#franktrick

[fobfurries]

Franktrick priest on priest action. Dont worry about it

[gabeilli]

☆ What Do They Make Dreams For? When You Got Them Jeans On? ★

Summary: Patrick buys some jeans from the thrift store — they're worn out and tight, and they're girl jeans as per usual. “They fit better,” Apparently. Well, even if they do fit better, they fit a little too good for Frank. Those jeans do something to him. But for now it's just comfort. Ok? Ok.

Word Count: I dont know

Notes: Franktrick for the masses yawl!!! Open ya eyes! Writing rossporta next so yeah watch out for that. 🤤

Patrick carefully shuts the door behind him, just in case Frank was asleep again, holding a bag of new clothes from the local thrift store. He slides off his shoes and sets them neatly on the rack, glancing inside to see if Frank was sleeping on the couch or not. To his surprise, Frank looks over with a smile. “Hey, Trick! What'cha got there?” He asks, sitting up from his curled up position on the couch.

“Oh, uhm, I bought some clothes from the thrift. I'm going to try them on.” Patrick responds, already heading to the bathroom to change. Frank raises a brow. “Really? They didn't have any changing rooms available? That's weird.” Patrick shakes his head.

“Ah, I see. Well, show me when you're ready! I'll be your judge.” Frank muses, grabbing a handful of chips from the chip bag beside him.

Patrick nods and closes the door behind himself, setting the bag down and slowly taking his pants off. He grabs the first pair of jeans from the bag, putting them on quickly before he can look too hard at his body. It never ended well for him.

“Awh.. I look fat in this...” He whines softly to himself, looking in the big mirror. Frank overhears him through the thin walls of the apartment they lived in. “Trick! You're not fat, come here.”

Patrick winces and slowly opens the door, stepping out in those tight girl-jeans. “Really..? You don't think I look fat in this..?” He asks quietly, fidgeting with his belt. Frank's mouth drops.

He opens it, then closes it, unable to get out any words. “I- Uh- Woah... You're...” Patrick gasps and clenches his fists in disappointment. “Fat? Was I right?”

Frank sits up immediately. “No — Trick, you're gorgeous. I can't even... God, I'm a loser compared to you.” Patrick looks surprised, like he's never gotten a compliment in his life. Frank’s expression softens by a lot. “Baby, come here.”

Patrick sniffles and climbs onto the couch beside Frank, moving the bag of chips. Frank pulls him closer and plants a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “Baby, I'd never say anything bad about you.. promise.” He murmurs, one hand rubbing Patrick's back and the other cupping his cheek.

“Mm.. I guess I'm just too used to everyone calling me chunky.” Patrick hums, curling up against Frank’s side like a cat seeking affection. Frank chuckles softly. “You’re such a cat, Pats.” He teases softly, scratching behind his non-existent kitty ears.

Patrick giggles and snuggles closer. Frank tilts his head. “You know,” He pauses, “We should buy you a little cat hoodie. Cute, huh? Oh, you'd love that thing..” He pauses yet again, “Oh and.. Be prepared for tonight. I like those jeans a lot.” He smirks widely.

“I- Woah..” Patrick's cheeks flush, and he hides his face against Frank's neck. Frank takes that as a ‘okay let's fuck later’, of course he does.

Note to Patrick: Buy more girl jeans. And a cat hoodie.

[abovetherainandroses]

milkshakes & melodies

patrick stump/frank iero | 2.8k words | rated T | complete

warped tour 2005, getting to know each other

“You’re trying to kill time, right?” Frank says. “Then c’mon, hang out with me.” Patrick, seeing no polite way out, says, “Well, okay,” and resigns himself to an afternoon with Frank Iero.

wrote this for my FOB server's event! very niche ship i know, but i hope someone enjoys it <3

read on ao3

[falloutfemboy]

We need more posts in the Franktrick tag STAT

[gee-ky]

name: angelo🌈

Early mornings, or late nights, spent alone. Feather pillows and crisp white sheets. Pulling warm laundry back on after a wash, smelling flowers and chemicals. Novels with the pages creased. Each step is going somewhere even if the result isn’t so clear, each day will someday be a memory and you have nothing to fear.//send me a name and i’ll write what comes to mind

[dabishawks]

dp all my names fuckr (frank angel patrick) i Love ylou

okay fuckr im love u 3

F: finale by tobyfox

R: run dry (x heart x fingers) by patrick stump

A: amsterdam by imagine dragons

N: nice guys finish last by cobra starship

K: king for a day by green day

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A: alexander hamilton from the hamilton soundtrack 

N: not today by twenty one pilots

G: guilty pleasure by cobra starship

E: eyelids by pvris

L: lonely girl by weezer

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P: power of “neo” by tobyfox

A: ASGORE by tobyfox (god damn it toby stop showing up)

T: the election of 1800 from the hamilton soundtrack

R: rock bottom by neck deep

I: i may be rude but i’m the truth by cobra starship

C: classifieds by the academy is...

K: kaleidoscope eyes by panic! at the disco

(send me your name and i’ll make a playlist out of the letters!!)

[fobfurries]

Hear me out…Fratrick (Frantick? Franktrick? Idk)

I literally tweeted about this recently you're a mindreader....pondering them....frick...prank 🤪💭

[calkale]

Itty bitty franktrick sketch for your birthday!!!!!!

THE WORLD IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING PLACE I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS 🙏🙏🙏🙏