#firststab

ㅤIrritation ran through Julie’s body, mingled with something akin to hurt. He was done talking about it? They’d barely even begun to scratch the surface of why Julie was upset. This always happened, she got upset, and he shut her down when she needed to talk about it most. Did he not care that it was going to bother her until they truly spoke about it?

ㅤ“Yeah, I’m done too.” She said bitterly, her nails digging into her palms, creating crescent moons in her wake. “I’m fucking done with all of this.” She spat, turning on her heel and walking towards the door. “Do whatever you want with the stuff you have of mine.” She waved her hand dismissively. “I just don’t want to see you again.” She was hurt and angry now, figuring if they couldn’t talk about this one simple thing, it was best just to walk away, even if it broke her heart.

FRANK AND LULU'S HALLOWEEN WARDROBE !

1. Tiffany Valentine & Chucky 2. Malaria & Grim 3. Casey Becker and Ghost Face

ㅤJulie would tell by the look in his eyes that he had something planned. Once their feet left the ground, Julie felt his arm wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, and she went willingly, her eyes scanning over his face, wondering what he had planned. Her eyes moved from Frank’s face to his hand, slipping between her thighs. 

ㅤHer eyes slipped closed for a moment, lips parting slightly as his fingers found what they were searching for, and the way he, with ease, moved her underwear to the side caused Julie to gasp softly, arching herself to get more of his touch. His hands went right to work, leaving Julie to hold in any sounds she would have made normally. “Fuck,” she managed in a shaky tone.

ㅤIt only took her a moment or two before her hand was moving, deciding that two could play that game. Slowly her hand crept from his knee up under his shirt to slip into his pants, her fingers ghosting along the outline of his cock through his boxers, teasing him a couple times before she slipped her hand into his boxers as well, wrapping her hand around his length. “You’re so lucky there’s a bar here, so I can’t get to your lap right now.” She teased.

. 𝐐 .   𐕣   |  |  |    ⌞ ❛ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 ? ❜ ⌝ @firststab

. 𝐀 .  𐕣   |  |  | 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 , 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 , [ she smiles , full of 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 * ] pearly whites bleak against flesh , smeared a 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 red . she 𝖌𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖘 - a sound high &&* manic ! ━━ people are 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 , &&* 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 . like , little strings to be 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 . played with ; to twitch to the beat of 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 / lacquered fingers . [ 'cause it's 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 , just so fucking 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 ! ] black lacquered tallons twitch at a pearly rosary , flicking it 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖞 ! * from where it collars a neck .

* ❝ what ? little ol' me ? [ . . . ] 𝚖𝚊𝚗 , i'm 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅 mother teresa . ❞

ㅤㅤ“Frankie,” a sultry voice spoke, as her eyes widened into her signature puppy-dog eyes look. “C’mon, please?” Lips turn into a pout, staring up at him. A new club just opened up in a city not too far from them, and Julie wanted to check it out. “We don’t have to take Susie and Joey with us.” She offered, reaching out to take his hand. Julie leaned in a little, tilting her head slightly. “Don’t you wanna dance with me, baby?” She wanted to dance and have a good time with him, just them for a change.

ㅤㅤsasha was pissed. she was stood on his doorstep, a raging mess of muddied boots and bloodied fists, red ichor dripping from her like tar. usually the blood would just be from her victims, but tonight had been different. she'd been unarmed, caught off-guard, and, worst of all, she'd been alone. pre-frank sasha would've been fine, but post-sasha frank hated it. codependency was a bitch.

He’s trying to hide the smirk that threatened to take over his face. He heaves a breath, standing triumphantly with the basketball. He’d just won the one-on-one game they’d just played, and Frank was being a sore loser. Of course he was. Someone like Frank didn’t like to lose; he seemed to have everything figured out, usually. The fact Joey was an inch taller than him should have given Frank an indicator that he was going to loose. 

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, dude.” Joey said, finally, the cracks spilling over to where his lips turned up into a full grin. “I beat you fair and square, I believe we had a bet too.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJulie’s lips twitched up into a grin at his words. She was sitting half on his lap, so she slipped the rest of the way into his lap, straddling him. “You want a kiss, huh?” She asked, her hand running down his chest, pretending she had to think about it. “What if I told you no?” She asked, knowing very well she would never. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤJulie let Frank sit with that question for a couple of seconds before she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, using her tongue to part his lips to deepen the kiss further. It lasted until Julie needed to pull back for air. “I’d never tell you no, baby.”