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THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS! Ugh, how I have missed them since reading Endurance 😭❤️ This is the best way to start my Frankie Friday

Hi Al!

I'm back with my Ask games again!

This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.

Character: Frankie Morales

Prompt: cherry blossom

With love,

El

Hi El,

Well this took me bloody ages, but thank you so much for the ask as it set of my brain into a Frankie ✨whirlwind ✨

It inspired a little drabble for the 1940’s Pilot Frankie from my mini series Endurance

It’s pure fluff!

Much love 🖤

Cherry Blossom (580 words)

1940’s Pilot Frankie x f!reader

London, 1948

Frankie dreams of cherry blossoms. On the nights when he’s not awake because of the nightmares, or swaying the baby gently to sleep, he dreams of cherry blossoms drifting through the breeze and catching in your hair.

Of course, cherry blossoms will always make him think of you, those pink petals had been blowing in the wind when he’d first caught sight of you in the Blythe House cottage garden, furious at the wet sheet you were trying to hang on the line that was escaping your grasp.

The sky had been permanently grey the spring of 1944, as if the war had sucked up all the joy and colour, leaving the world in sepia tone. But the pink of the blossom had valiantly tried to remain, despite the constant rain, despite the thick clouds that obscured the sunlight.

There had been a scowl on your beautiful face, mouth set in a hard line as you’d scrambled to catch the sheet. You’d glared at him and he’d known then he was lost forever. He’d never jumped a wall faster.

Today he breaths in the clear, fresh spring air and lets it fill his lungs. Drinking in the promise of longer evenings, blue skies and walks in the park under the London blossoms with his ladies. That’s what he calls you, his little family, the ladies.

Exactly a year ago, you had walked through this very park, Santi in his best suit, holding out his arm to Hannah so she could link with him. She kept repeating that she was ‘so proud’ to be on the arm of such a handsome man, her sweet Scottish burr making Santi preen at the compliments and suggesting to her perhaps he needed to go north of the boarder to find a ‘nice British wife like Frankie’.

You were just married, a wedding procession from the registry office back to your shared house in Belgravia. You’d insisted on walking, wanted to stroll through the blossoms as husband and wife, finally, and let your daughter Theo run ahead excitedly. So pretty in her bridesmaid dress, inherited from one of your little sisters, silk sash around her tummy and wild flowers threaded into her chocolate coloured curls so carefully by Hannah. The mirror image of Frankie… just a different name on her birth certificate.

It was under a cherry tree where he’d first realised he loved you. Stolen kisses in the dark, a hunger that couldn’t be sated that night. He still can’t believe he gets to call you his, that fate had bought him back to you. You were the light that he kept burning bright, even in the darkest of days in occupied France.

He can’t stop the nightmares, the memories that refuse to leave, whispers in the dark of what might have been, what was for so many. But waking up next to you, being able to pull you close and breathe in your scent, taste the salt on your skin, it means he’s alive.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

As you walk through the park, his hand is threaded through yours, you lean into him and press a kiss into his cheek. As is your want, as is your right, now you’re just another married couple walking through the trees and admiring the first signs of spring.

“One year married Lady, who’d have thought.”

“It feels like a dream Frankie.”

Blossoms swirl through the air as Frankie meets your eyes, so much said with just one look, before he takes the breath right out of you with a soft kiss.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.

Warnings: Sexual innuendos and cursing

A/N: @beefrobeefcal issued a prompt and I jumped at the chance. She also helped beta this along with @strang3lov3. As always, I gotta tag @jay-zzle, who once again was kind enough to make a moodboard for this little story of mine, is my main cheerleader and listens to me rant all the time about stories I’ve read and my own 🥰

“Hello and welcome to those who are new to the class! Go ahead and find a spare seat” The woman at the front, Miss Janice said, “This is a very basic painting class and please parents. Let your kids get messy! Art isn’t clean!”

All the kids cheered and you sighed thinking about the stains you will now have to be washing out from Nora’s clothes. Your ex had decided the white sundress was the perfect outfit for her today. Dropping her off here with no time to go home you just had to cross your fingers hoping that Miss Janice had a spare smock for her.

“Mommy!” Nora said, grabbing your hand and tugging you along to a table, “I see Missy!”

Nora dragged you along to the table where Missy and her father sat. This had become a weekly thing, coming to the paint with me class and sitting with Missy and Frankie.

“Hi Nora!” Missy squealed, “Daddy was starting to worry you guys weren’t coming.”

“Missy,” Frankie hissed, looking at her while you could see his cheeks starting to gain a warmer shade.

“No, Mommy was mad at my dad because of my dress.”

“Nora!” You said, looking at her wide eyed.

“Your dress is very pretty, Nora.” Frankie said, letting out a low chuckle.

“Thank you! Mommy always wants to look pretty for these classes so I wanted to try too!”

You could feel your face getting warm. It wasn’t like you intentionally did it or anything but you couldn’t deny having formed a crush on Frankie within the past few weeks of attending this class. If you wanted to spruce up your looks a little, so what? You just didn’t think your kid would take notice of it. Oh god, has it been obvious? Has Frankie noticed?

“Nora, do you need a smock?” Miss Janice asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“No, I—“

“Yes, she does!” You say, giving Miss Janice a pleading look. Miss Janice smiled and handed one to you to help Nora put it on.

“No one will be able to see my dress!” Nora said, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms across her chest.

“Aw, come on now,” Frankie said, “You don’t want to ruin your pretty dress!”

“Fine,” Nora said, rolling her eyes.

You smiled at him and mouthed a thank you while putting the smock on her. He winked at you with a slight nod of his head. Miss Janice began to show everyone how to paint a rose. Frankie had his brows furrowed, focusing on his paper instead of watching the board like everyone else.

“Daddy!” Missy scolded, “You’re supposed to be painting a rose!”

“Don’t feel like painting a rose.” Frankie stated lowering his voice, “Flowers are boring.”

“Then what are you painting instead?” Nora asked curiously, leaning over to look at his paper.

“It’s a surprise!” Frankie said, hovering his hands over his paper to keep anyone from trying to peek. “Can you hand me that yellowy color?” He asked, nodding his head towards the tube in front of you. Careful of your rose painting you reached for the tube and handed it over.

“Ever heard of goldenrod?” Frankie asked, reading the tube and looking at Missy.

“Been years since I had one of those,” You think out loud. Frankie whipped his head to look at you. “Oh my god!” You say slapping your hand over your mouth.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Frankie eyes you suspiciously while continuing to talk to Missy and Nora. You and your big fucking mouth. Sure, it’s been a while since you got laid but you are in a painting class with your kid, her friend, and her friend’s incredibly attractive dad. Kids being the main focal point. Thankfully they were too into their paintings to hear what you said. You zero in on your own painting of a rose. Gliding the paint brush over and over until you feel like the petal is to your liking.

—

“Alright everyone, time is up for the day!” Miss Janice announces, “We need to start cleaning up. Parents please grab the paint brushes and water cups, kiddos grab the paintings and clip them to the board so we can all see them!”

Nora starts cackling along with Missy looking at Frankie’s painting. Frankie furrows his brows while you both begin gathering up the paint brushes plopping them into the water cup.

“What the heck is that?!” Nora asked, holding her stomach from laughing so hard. You decide to take a look at what was so funny. You’re not sure what it’s supposed to be. It just looks like a yellow peanut with what you think might be wings and some McDonald’s Golden Arches in the background.

“It’s a bird,” Frankie says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh,” You say, nodding your head subtly, “That’s what it’s supposed to be?”

“It looks like a peanut!” Missy said

“It does!” Nora shouted, beginning to laugh even more.

“Yeah, yeah. Go hang the paintings up you goofs” Frankie said, shooing them away.

“Least you tried,” You smile, with a small shrug.

“I guess. Missy’s right though, it does look like a peanut,” He grinned, walking with you over to the now free sink to help clean brushes.

“Hey, you said it— not me,” You laughed.

You dumped the water into the sink, while Frankie grabbed the soap, squirting some in his and your hands. Making small conversation about Nora and Missy, your weeks ahead of you, what you plan to do for the rest of your weekend.

“So,” Frankie started, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Haven’t had a golden rod in a long time?”

“Oh my god,” You groaned, “Listen, I’m so sorry about that. I swear, I didn't even mean to say it out loud.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I could probably help with–” Frankie said, then began to panic, “I mean, like, if you wanted to go do something sometime, or not that’s cool too, not like I’m saying we should have sex or something cause that’s not cool. I’m sorry it was just a stup–”

“Frankie,” You giggle, grabbing his hand to make him stop. He looked up at you bashfully.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tried asking someone out,” He admitted. “My friends keep giving me shit because I keep talking about you and they said I should try asking you out, but I’ve been too nervous to and wow, I just won’t shut the fuck up. What is wrong with me?!”

“I’d love to,” You say before he can start speaking again.

“Really?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, “Go out? With me? Like a date?”

“Duh,” You said, squeezing his hand and winking, “Is there a golden rod included?”

“Haven’t had any complaints before,” Frankie said with a shrug, blushing.