Can you do a frank x reader one shot where he spends the night for the first time & they're just lying in bed facing each other and talking?
â⌠What?â he asked before slowly opening his eyes.
I shrugged and chuckled to myself. âNothing.â
I rolled my eyes. âYouâre paranoid.â
âWhy ainât you sleepinâ, hm?â
âYou gonna tell me whatchu were starinâ at yet or what?â
I grinned to myself and ignored the question. âWhat were you imagining when you closed your eyes?â
âWhat, like, what was I dreaminâ about?â
âI donât think you were dreaming; you have to sleep to dream. I mean what I said.â
âI couldnât think oâ much with you starinâ holes into me-â
â-Oh my- Would you shut up about the staring already?â
He chuckled a tired laugh before taking an arm from behind his head to lazily drape it over my shoulder. I moved closer to him and rested a warm hand on his chest. âWas thinkinâ about dinner.â
My brows scrunched slightly. âYou still hungry?â I was amazed; I just sat and watched him work his way through two large servings of spaghetti with meatballs and nearly half a baguette of garlic bread.
âWell, I was thinkinâ about you cookinâ it.â
He shrugged. âBeen awhile since I watched a woman cook dinner for me is all.â
âYou were watching me?â I asked as I wrapped my finger in one of the drawstings of his pajama pants.
âSâat alright with you?â
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. âI donât know, it⌠I guess I find it relaxing.â
I looked up at him. âWatching me cook relaxes you?â
âItâs⌠well shit, I donât know, Y/N-â
â-No no no, come on. Itâs what?â
He sighed with agitation. âJesus Christ.â
I smiled to myself before reaching up to pinch his chin, forcing him to look down at me. âWhat is it? You watchinâ me cook makes you all warm and fuzzy inside?â
âSo you keepinâ me up just to tease me, hm?â
âI wish you knew how ridiculous that sounds: big, scary Frank Castle talking about being teased, as if anyone could ever.â
âYa know I wasnât always this⌠menacing.â At that I chuckled. âIâm serious. I didnât bulk up âtil right before the Marines; middle school and high school I was just a big-eared, tall, goofy lookinâ thing. Couldnât scare a damn fly.â
âOooh, what Iâd do to go back in time and see a tiny Frank Castle,â I wished before I was interrupted by my own laughter. Okay, maybe I was teasing him a little, but just the image of him being the complete opposite of the brooding mass before me was enough to warrant some laughter. He was bringing it on himself at this point! âI-Iâm sorry-â
âYeah yeah,â he said before making me the one getting their face grabbed and redirected. He stared at my mouth and my laughter soon faded. âSâmuch as I enjoy that soundâŚâ
âNot when itâs at your expense?â
I rolled my eyes. âYouâre no fun.â
âThink you had enough fun for a night. Sleep.â
I shook my head. âI donât want to. Not yet.â
I traced a thumb along the lining of his bottom lip. âYou came here tonight. You brought an overnight bag with you, and I saw it and still didnât believe it. I mean, I didnât believe youâd stay, thought you were gonna change your mind and leave after dinner or after I fall asleep.â
âHmmm⌠So you think if you close yer eyes Iâm gonna dash outta here like a bat outta hell?â
âWell I did⌠until you put on pajama pants,â I said with half a smile. âI never knew you slept in pants; itâs usually lights out after youâve been, uhhh, indisposed.â He squeezed my shoulder slightly with a disapproving groan. âI mean, when you donât put your boxers back on, at least.â
âYeah yeah. Still havenât said whatâs keepinâ you up.â
I shrugged. âI just⌠wanna enjoy the moment.â
âWhat? Me stayinâ here got you feelinâ all warm anâ fuzzy inside?â he mocked.
âOh, shut up,â I said with an eye roll before turning over, or at least trying to. The moment I went to roll over he grabbed me and forced me on top of him. âSo youâre teasing me now-â
â-Oh what, alla sudden yer ready to sleep? Hm?â His arms wrapped like boas around my waist before he took a hand to grip my neck, his thumb rubbing its way up and down the side. âNot so fun when the shoeâs on the other foot, is it?â
âCongrats, you proved your point.â
âI take this bratty reaction oâ yours as me beinâ right?â
âWell no shit, I like you staying here!â
âHey now. If youâre nice, I might stay more often.â As much as he tried to hide it I saw a smile playing at his lips.
âYou can be a dick when you wanna, you know that?â
âYou want me to leave?â
âWell shit. Guess I packed the overnight bag for nothinâ then.â
I slapped his hand away from my neck to rest my head on his chest. âYouâre full of jokes tonight, arenât you? You win. We sleep now.â
âI mean, unless you wanna fuck? AgainâŚâ I hesitated a second before glancing up at him. He pondered the thought before letting out a low, deep groan and letting his eyes shut. âAgain: youâre a dick.â He chuckled to himself as he held me tighter, hugging me closer to his body that ran at constant temperature of, oh I donât know, at least 375. I could bake a sheet of cookies on his chest. âItâs like hugging a furnace.â
He reached over to my bedside table, grabbing the remote to my ceiling fan and turning it on. âSame dance every time.â
âI thought Iâd be used to it by now.â
âHm. Maybe after a couple more sleepovers.â
I couldnât help but feel my face warm at the words. Whether or not those sleepovers actually happened weâd have to wait and see, but just the idea that he was finally making himself comfortable enough to humor the thought of spending more nights with me. Hell, even if this was the only time heâd do it, I would still be over the moon. Thatâs why I wasnât sleeping: I was jumping like a school girl on the inside. I didnât think this night would come but it hit me like a smack in the face when Frank strolled in the living room after our usual post-sex shower in pajama pants and an undershirt.
âNow I got somethinâ to dream about.â
âYou dream about me? Huh?â
âA real lady doesnât dream and tell,â I replied with a sleepy smile, my eyes already shut for the night.
âFine with me. If I wake up in an hour to you dry humpinâ my leg-â
â-Excuse the hell outta you! I am not Max, alright?â
âPssh, my Max? Heâd never; that dogâs a bigger gentleman than me.â
âYouâre not lyinâ.â
âGo ahead anâ hop to dreaminâ about yours truly. More like a nighmare, ya ask meâŚâ
âMore like one of the sweetest dreams a dreaming girl could ever hope to dream.â
And finally a silence fell over us. I focused on the whirring of the ceiling fan and the steady rise and fall of Frankâs chest, and before I knew what hit me I was in lala land. Of course, not before wrapping an extra secure arm around Frankâs torso for good measure.
He wasnât going anywhere tonight.