Drunk In Love
Frankie Morales x f!reader
W/C: 1.8K+
Warnings: Language, Friends to lovers? F L U F F 🤍
Summary: A little liquid courage reveals some big secrets.
A/N: So I was tagged in a post with a possible prompt idea and I couldn’t let it go so here’s my little twist on it. (Prompt will be in red yall!) Thank you @kteague and @icanbeyourjedi both for your endless support, ilysm! Likes, reblogs, any love appreciated. Enjoy!! 💜💜
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“Has anyone seen Frankie?”
“Upstairs in Ben’s room I think. That liquor is finally starting to hit him.” Will snickers as he throws a few more beer cans into the trash bag.
Tonight was all about celebrating Benny’s huge win during his latest fight. A total underdog going in, he had crushed the competition which ultimately called for a celebration. Everyone had stopped by at various times throughout the night except one person. The only person Frankie longed to see and talk to. They all knew your work had been hectic lately and the chances of you coming out were slim, but Frankie held on to that slight glimmer of hope with every passing guest through the door.
“Come have a shot with us Fish!”
“Yeah! She would want you to be having fun!” Benny called out.
The guys loved teasing him about his growing crush on you. Knowing he was too chickenshit to actually say anything, with or without you here.
“Very funny cabrón. Just give me the damn drink.” That was nearly a few hours ago.
Santi took the steps two at a time until he came upon Benny’s rec room. It was a work in progress but the essentials were there. Including a new giant plush beanbag chair that had become a favorite amongst the grown men. Benny and Frankie always fighting over whom would be able to lounge on it during get togethers. He was slumped deep into the cushion with his phone above his head completely entranced by the screen.
“What ya lookin at there Fish?”
“Hmm,” he looks over at Santiago with eyes half lidded and a bashful grin. He’s seen that look from his best friend before. Frankie is definitely feeling good.
“Wait, is that?...”
“Yeahhhh,” he lovingly sighs, followed by a small hiccup. “Isn’t she just the most beautiful girl in the world?” turning his phone more towards him. Frankie had been going through a hidden photo album when Santi walked in. It was a little something he had put together for particular moments like this. Moments when he was just simply missing you. The picture was from the state fair a few months back. You had on your favorite yellow sundress and signature white sneakers. ‘Cute yet casual’ he remembers you saying. You were fully enveloped in some cotton candy when he snuck the picture. The web of sticky sweet treat making you giggle as it hit your tongue, changing it to a bright shade of pink. He had never seen something so pure in his whole life.
Santi watched as his friend gushed over the photo. If heart eyes were real, Frankie’s would be their poster child.
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“No, Santiago. I love her.”
Santi’s eyes widen at his friends direct admission. His own shit-eating grin creeping on to his face. FINALLY he thought. He knew Frankie was a little tipsy right now but from the way he, along with everyone else in the group, had seen the two of you dancing around each other it was about time someone admits it. Plus, you know what they say; the only people to ever tell the truth are children and drunks.
“You should tell her man!”
Frankie’s head snaps in his direction as if it were so obvious.
“You’re right hermano! I gotta tell her!”
Frankie stumbles with his phone, the device looking smaller in his big hands as he begins to smash out a text to you.
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You didn’t know how long you were out but by the small amount of drool starting to gather and make its way down your face you would assume it had been a while. You had dozed off at your laptop. Knowing your friends were all having fun without you while you prepped the last PowerPoint for your huge project at work was in hindsight a little sad, but as of tomorrow afternoon you too could properly celebrate. You had been so busy with work lately, there hadn’t been a chance to see or spend time with any of your boys. You missed the rowdiness. You missed him. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend in this way but the idea of Frankie’s warm embrace was enough to send you into a blissful sleep, that is until your phone startled you awake. Slowly perking up when you saw it was an incoming text from him.
Mi cielo! You awake?
You look at the time on your phone. It was almost 1am. Before you could answer, another text comes in.
It’s late of course you’re not…
Busy workin. Now sleeping. My beautiful brainy girl.
Your face flushes at the endearment. Say something!
Frankie! Hi! I’m awake. Are you okay? It’s late. Did you make it home?
Cielito! Better now that I’m talking to you. This party’s lame cause you’re not here.
Hahah I’m gonna tell Benny you called his party lame.
I’ll tell him myself! LAME. BENJAMIN. 😎
I miss you guys! I’m sorry I couldn’t come out tonight. Tomorrow though! I’m gonna need a drink or two!
Baby I’ll buy you ALLLLL the drinks! 🍹🍻🥂
I’m holding you to that Morales! Oh, did you need a ride home or anything? I’m guessing YOU’VE had a few? 😉 Lol
It was late and you were still willing to come for him. The gesture alone solidified his next actions. Just go for it Francisco!
Always caring for me. Someone should care for you…
And who do you suggest that be?…
ME OBVIOUSLY. Always cared for you.
Know why I call you mi cielo? Cause you’re my sky, my heaven on earth, my everything.
I’m sorry. Santi said I talk too much. I don’t care tho. My love, I am intoxicated, but I just wanted you to know…my real feelings.
You were at a loss for words. How do you respond to that? You see the bubbles start to form on the screen, anticipating what he may say next. He seems to be writing forever but they stop. No indication of a new text coming in and that sinking feeling hits you like a truck. Did one of your best friends and the man you were harboring a huge crush on really just say all that? Was any of it true? Or just drunk talk?
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“ …so amazing. wanna marry you one day, make all the babies. We’d have fun with that part 😉 travel the world I CAN FLY US and just everything with you…” Frankie slightly slurs out as he types away.
“WHOAAA HOLD ON FISH!” Pope snatches Frankie’s phone from him, quickly erasing everything he just wrote out to you.
“Look, I’m glad you’re coming to your senses but if you text her all this, instead of telling her in person, she’ll never believe you. Plus, it’s late and you’re a bit drunk.”
“But I love her even when I’m not drunk!”
Santi barked out a laugh at the serious look on his friends face.
“I know buddy, but you’ll thank me later. Here, look at these pictures of her for right now.” Santi pulled up your Instagram account to the photos from your birthday hike. It was you and all the guys, the accompanying pictures in the post were of an individual photo with each of them. Frankie scrolls to the one of you and him. His arm around your waist and yours around his neck as you posed cheek to cheek. This one was a favorite of his and also in his secret album. He zooms in to your face and kisses his screen.
“Goodnight cariño.” Frankie whispers as he shuts his eyes. The soft beanbag hugging him as he drifts off to the photo still being displayed on his phone. Santi sees this as the perfect opportunity to snap a picture and send it to you, knowing you’re probably wondering what the hell was actually going on.
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It has been about twenty minutes now and not another word from Frankie. You had moved to your bed to try and get some sleep but it was useless. Should I call him? No this isn’t an over the phone conversation. Ugh just another thing to overthink tonight. You toss and turn trying to get comfortable when your phone on the nightstand lights up.
“Pope: 1 Attachment”
You quickly unlock your phone to a picture of Frankie curled up as best as possible on the beanbag chair. You let out a small snicker when a message pops up:
As you probably know, our Fish is a little outta it. I remember my first drink lol but in all honesty, everything he told you tonight is true. I don’t mean to spill his secrets but the man adores you. As you see from the attached picture, he fell asleep with your photo pulled up on his phone. I’m also keeping the picture I took for future clowning opportunities. It’ll make a great story at your wedding 😏 okay goodnight!
You sat in bed on the verge of happy tears. Texting one final thing back:
Make sure he gets to a proper bed please. You know how his back is.
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Despite getting only a few hours of sleep, you managed to get through your presentation at work and killing it. You decided after to cut the day short and surprise Frankie. You pulled up to the Miller’s place and let yourself in, running into Santiago in the process.
“Hi there!” he says to you in a playful voice.
“Hi Santi. Ummm, is Frankie still..?”
“Yeah, lover boy is still passed out in Ben’s room. Go wake his ass up. You’re the only person he probably wouldn’t yell at for disturbing his beauty sleep, el borracho.”
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Opening the door as quietly as possible, you find Frankie still sound asleep. Walking over to him, you find enough space to sit down on the bed next to him. He looks so peaceful, the curls from his now longer hair look just as soft as they are wild. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through them, sweeping a rogue strand from his forehead. He inhales sharply at your touch, slowly opening his eyes while leaning into you.
“Cielo, hi.”
“Hi Francisco.”
“I’m not dreaming am I?”
“No hermoso, it’s me. I’m really here.”
“About last night…”
“Did you mean it?...”
The eye contact between you is consuming. Your heart strumming erratically from the look he is giving you.
“Every word.”
Frankie doesn’t overthink it, pulling you down to him in the most passionate kiss, pouring every thought and feeling he’s wanted to convey to you since you’d first met. Your head is spinning from the euphoric rush of finally feeling those plush lips against yours. You giggle as you start to pull back, not before he peppers your face with sweet little pecks.
“You have room under here for me? A sweet, yet drunk dork kept me up late last night and I could use a little nap.”
“For you mi cielo, always.”