*.✧.*

You’ve always been…not mean, necessarily, just a little snappy. People are fucking stupid and you shouldn’t have to deal with that the wonderful, gorgeous, princess you are.

It’s one of the things Frank loves about you, the permanent pout on your lips. He loves being the one that deals with your attitude and smooths the crease between your eyebrows. He loves being the one you go to to hear yes because you don’t know how to be told no.

Frank can always tell when you’re in a bit of an extra mood. Like this morning when he finds you eating a bagel over the sink and glaring out the window after he gets home from his usual summer morning jog. He can tell by the way your jaw snaps something has got those gears turning over in your head and smoke pouring from your ears. He can’t help but love you all the more when you’re like this — ready to cry over spilt milk and sweat the small stuff.

“Hey, pretty baby,” Franks hand slides down the side of your face to cup the back of your neck. His pretty, brown eyes are as soft as his voice while he watches you stare off into the distance and refuse to acknowledge him.

“Good mornin’.” He smiles down at the side of your face how he always looks at you, so fondly that sometimes you don’t even understand it. And it’s pretty easy for you to understand given that you’re a beautiful, intelligent, sweet angel princess. His big hand around your neck pulls you towards him oh so gently so he can place a kiss on your forehead.

“What’s got my girl so worked up all early, huh?” He murmurs against your head after you let out a big, dramatic sigh. “Was’the matter, baby? Hm?”

God, Frank babies you so good. He’s all big and strong and manly, but always soft and gentle and sweet for you. If it were any other person, you’d side-eye them with a nasty scowl and send them a passive aggressive comment before storming off. But it’s not; it’s Frankie, and his big paws are framing your face with feathering touches and calling you his baby, his angel, his sweet, bratty, gorgeous, girl, and like every other time, it coaxes the real answer from you.

“Todd was in my dream,” You mumble, staring at his chest. Todd is your most annoying co-worker, which says a lot because all of them are annoying. Pretty much everyone is annoying, really, besides Frank. “He was getting on my nerves.”

Frank smiles down at you with a hum, pulling you to his chest so you don’t see the grin that spreads across his face while he tries not to laugh. He made that mistake once, and you’d hit his chest with a cry of ‘Frannkkuuhh!’ and stomped off. He won’t make the same mistake again, not when he gets the chance to hold you and love on you like this instead.

“Poor girl ain’t even gone to work n’ all these people already botherin’ her,” Frank rubs over your biceps, your shoulders, and up and down your back. “S’alright, wasn’t nothin’ real, minds just playin’ tricks on you.”

Frank holds you close, rocking back and forth. He looks down at you, at your pouting frown and sad eyes, and immediately clocks that you’ve pushed past your bad dream and conjured up something else to be upset about.

“What?” He inches his face back so you can stare up at him more comfortably. You glance at his shining, tender brown eyes, before dropping your head back down on his chest with a dejected sigh. “What, baby?”

“J’st wish I could stay here with you,” Your admission is quiet, and pressed against his warm, cotton-covered chest. “N’ never deal with all these stupid fucking people ever again.”

“Yeah, I know,” He replied, a little upset that he can’t solve that issue for you. He may not have to have a job, but that’s because he’s a wanted fugitive/murderer. You are neither of those things, and unfortunately, have to make a living like a normal person. “Almost through the week. Just got two more days, right? Doin’ real good.”

Last one before my break’s over. My friend has been hearing about the Frank/Karen/Matt lore for YEARS but today she decided to LISTEN after watching bnd and inspired this 😃

frankie on the big screen i’m creaming