Christmas in Coconut Creek
Chapter One - Flight Club
Pairing: Frankie x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6.4k
Summary: A mile high conversation with baseball-hat-inside guy
A/N: full disclosure, this is not my usual and I am shaking in my goddam crocs nervous about the reaction I might get. I understand this may not be fandom canon Frankie, but he’s Kriss canon Frankie, and what are we doing on this site if not writing indulgent delusion anyway?
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It was snowing in Portland in December. Go figure.
You dragged the wheels of your one hard shelled suitcase out of the pile of slush the Uber driver had dropped it in carelessly; right before he left you in a puff of exhaust to fend for yourself at the airline terminal. You wouldn’t miss this. No, for three weeks you were ice and shit-stained-snow free — you couldn’t hardly wait to trade the Sorel boots for strappy sandals. You’d even strategically layered your clothing for the climate change: t-shirt, zip up, baggy old Ducks sweatshirt that you’d acquired from an ex-boyfriend, a beanie that could be easily stuffed into the pocket of your carry on, your least thick pair of black leggings— all of it ready to be removed at the touch down on a tarmac.
This vacation was exactly what you needed. A reset and reinvigorate before the new year so that you could start 2022 off with a new outlook on life. God knew these last two years had been like ripping wax off a labia, (which you had done two days prior, by the way) and Christmas in Oregon just wasn’t the same as it used to be.
EEE yay i was so excited for this!! ❤️❤️
Can’t wait to see where it goes