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AHH! Tattooed Frankie?! 🫠 Did not expect that cliffhanger at all! Holy shit!
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Prisoner!Frankie Morales x Plus Size Reader
word count: 1k
warnings: DDDNE (some topics in this fic might be triggering for some, please be advised), talks of gang affiliation (kinda-ish), special guest 👀. that's all the warnings i'm going to give to not spoil anything. read at your own risk.
note: i'm slowly getting back into the grove of writing my friends so i hope you enjoy and YES there's gonna be a part 2!
“How did you even meet this mystery man?”
“Pen Pals.”
“Oh? Where's he from then?”
“He's in prison…” you muttered under your breath.
She gave you the most judgmental look you'd ever seen on your mother’s face. Something changed only a few seconds later, and she started laughing.
“That was a good joke,” she laughed. You scoffed, tossing down money for your half of lunch and walked out. Everyone had laughed at you when you mentioned Frankie. Said he was either a figment of your imagination or that all you did was tell them a joke. But he wasn't. He wasn't an imaginary man or a joke, he was real - he was just someone who had made a bad decision and was paying the consequences.
You brushed it all off as you pulled into the parking lot of the correction center. You flipped down your visor, fixing your lip gloss before getting out and fixing your dress. It may have sounded and looked silly, but you loved dressing up when you came for visitation.
It always looked the same. You and a group of people sat in a boring beige room filled with plastic chairs and steel tables bolted to the floor, with guards posted at each corner in the room. The door alarm went off, grabbing everyone's attention. As the door opened, a small sea of dark teal jumpsuits filled the room. Everyone stood up, hugging their loved ones before sitting down and talking. You looked up towards the door, and just like always, he was the last one to walk in. Tattoos on display and his dark curls being somewhat tamed by his cap.
“Conejita…” he whispered before wrapping his arms around you.
“Hi, baby,” you smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “How are you?”
He let out a small sigh as he sat down in the chair, placing his hands on the table. “You know. Same old, same old. How about you, amor? How's the outside life?”
“Good. Just got settled into my new apartment.”
“That's good…” his lips turned into a smile as his eyes scanned your body, admiring how your dress defined your curves. “Te ves hermosa…” (You look beautiful.)
“Gracias, amor. Wanted to look nice for you. I know looking at men all day isn't really your style,” you joked, pulling a laugh from his lips.
Your heart swelled at the sound of his laughter, something that couldn't be expressed through pen and paper.
As visitation came to an end, you wanted nothing more than to walk out with Frankie by your side. But you couldn't. You said your goodbyes and shared a sweet kiss. One that you'll cherish until the next time you visit.
—
Frankie sat in his cell, reading over the letters and looking at the pictures you've sent him over the past few years. As his release date got closer and closer, he missed you more and more. Knowing that any day now, he'd get released, and you'd be there to pick him up. A tap on the steel door grabbed his attention.
“Fish.” His close friend and one of his crew members, Benny walked in. “Santiago wants to see you.”
Frankie rolled his eyes at Santiago's name, tucking the letters and pictures back in their safe spot. “What for?”
Benny shrugged. “He came to me personally. Didn't send one of his minions.”
“Shit… Fine. Where?”
“Laundry room.”
Frankie nodded, patting Benny on the back as he walked out of his cell. When Frankie first got here he had quickly gained the respect of most of the men in here, except for Santiago's team. Santiago had connections from the outside that helped him while he was on the inside, and one of those connections was someone serious, which then made some men look up to Santiago as a leader. Just how some looked up to Frankie.
Frankie walked into the laundry room, looking around and noticing he was surrounded by Santiago's crew.
“Fish.” Santiago chuckled as he walked to the center of the room. “Great to see you.”
“This another meeting? I told you I'm not-”
“No, not like that. Wouldn't want you to ruin your chances of getting out of this dump. Which is soon, right?”
Frankie nodded. “Yeah…”
“Pleasure working with you, Fish. Won't be the same without you.” Santiago got closer, handing Frankie an envelope. He shook Frankie's hand and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, “Don't open it ‘til you get back to your cell.”
Frankie tucked the envelope into his jumpsuit, wondering what the hell it could be. Knowing Santiago, it was probably just heroin. Frankie would just flush it when he got back to his cell.
“Anything else?”
“Nope.” Santiago smirked. “Have fun on the outside.”
—
Avoiding the guards at all cost, Frankie walked back into his cell. If Santiago had given him drugs and the guards were to have found it, Frankie's chances of getting out would quickly disappear. He closed the cell door and pulled the envelope out, quickly tearing it open. Thankfully none of his cell mates were there, so no one would see what's in the envelope.
To Frankie's surprise, it wasn't drugs. It was a polaroid. He pulled it out, heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. His hands started to shake as panic and anger flooded his system.
It was you. Curled up on a dirty mattress with what looked like shackles around your ankles. His eyes scanned the background, hoping to see some kind of hint on where you were, but the room was dark. All he could point out were cement walls. He felt handwriting on the back of the polaroid, which made him quickly flip it over.
“Shouldn't have fucked me over.”
His eyes scanned down to the signature scribbled at the bottom.
Dave York.
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