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ā Trope De Sept 2023 Masterlist (Fics from this event are also mixed in below in their respective categories)
Sadie Sink and Jon Bernthal finally make an appearance with the cast during a photo call in NYC today - Tom Holland with the cast of Spider-Man Brand New Day ā¤ļøš·ļø
Good morning, Iām thinking about how Frank Castle would react when you ragebait him.
Imagine itās late at night. Youāre having one of those playful debates while curled up with each other, your cheek against his chest, his arm wrapped around you, absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your back.
You donāt even remember how it started, thatās how unserious the conversation is. So why is he still talking, proving his point or whatever? Your man is supposed to let you win!
āNo, baby. You aināt listenin. Lemme ask youāā
To Frankās bewilderment, you hold a hand in front of his face, stopping him from whatever heās gonna say. Truth be told, youād already turned your ears off after the tenth ālemme tell you sumthin.ā
āTalk to the hand,ā you say.
Dumbfounded, Frank stares at your palm for a good five seconds, then tilts his head to catch your eyes. Itās where his gaze always ends up anyway.
His fingers, oh, theyāre still running along your back as he wonders where the hell you got the audacity from. He canāt help it. Youāre so soft beneath his touch, grounding him even when youāre being the biggest hardhead in the world.
āWhatād you say?ā he asks.
You stubbornly move your hand to his face again, lips twitching as you fight the smile threatening to break through. He doesnāt need to know youāve exhausted your points, and thereās no way out but through.
āI said,ā your voice goes up a pitch. āTalk to the hand.ā
āWanna try that again, pretty girl?ā
āTalk. To. Theāā
He cuts you off by grabbing your wrist, and suddenly youāre half-sprawled out on him. You try to wiggle away, but your laughter bubbles out, completely ruining your best effort to commit to the bit. āFrank!ā
His lips curve into a small smirk that you absolutely love any other day, but not right now because itās saying Gotcha.
Then, he presses a kiss to the center of the very palm thatās been shoved in his face, never breaking eye contact. Oh, heās playing dirty, like eleven-olives-in-a-martini dirty, and the worst part is that itās working.
You chew the inside of your cheek, heat creeping up your face as you instinctively scoot closer to him. The annoying act is already gone with the wind, along with your reasons and excuses.
Frank turns your hand over and rests it against his chest so you can feel the steady beat of his heart through the cotton. His voice drops into that familiar gravel, coaxing you so sweetly that you almost surrender.
Or so you think, because he opens his mouth again.
āNow,ā he says, deadpan. āAs I was sayin...ā
Sadie Sink and Jon Bernthal finally make an appearance with the cast during a photo call in NYC today - Tom Holland with the cast of Spider-Man Brand New Day ā¤ļøš·ļø
