Summary: just a super short lil self indulgent drabble about frank reminding you of your own strength on/after a bad anxiety day.. Basically i needed this after some stuff so..
Warnings?: vague mentions of mental health/ anxiety struggles. Post panic attack comfort ig? frank just being the ultimate comfort man.
Masterlist
"Ya know.. It aint make you a burden" Frank murmers lowly, sitting besides your curled up frame resting on the bed. The sheets white knuckled in your grip still. One of his hands slowly replacing it as the other moves to tuck a stray piece of hair back. "Not to me. Not to anyone."
Your puffy eyes sit cast at the wall still, barley blinking. A heavy swirl of emotions mixing through them in a way that feels so bone deep it physically hurts. Your mind loud, telling you lies and deceit through pounding beats of your heart and waves of nausea that just.. Dont go away. Its been hours since the last anxiety attack wracked your body and yet, yet you still sit with the shame of it blistering hot in your heart.
Your face morphs, lips ready to form a scoff but frank catches it, cupping your cheek and making you really meet his eyes. Warm, rich chocolate staring fondly at you. "Dont." Frank says, sharper than perhaps the intent as his voice remains unwavering. "Dont do that. I mean it sweetheart, not your fault, n aint nothing about you a bother"
The complete sincerity in his eyes make yours water once again, lip wobbling. "I.. Im sorry.. I cant.." you whimper, throat thick and choked up. On the verge of collapse.
Franks thumbs brush your cheeks, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he shuffles himself down besides you. His large frame open and ready, pulling you in and holding on tight, to ground you when the world feels too much. Like your too much.
"Told you there aint nothin to be sorry for alright? It happens." he murmers, lips pressing to your temple gently. A hand moving to rub your back. His hold offering enough pressure to cease the trembling you hadn't even noticed still there.
"Everythings so big.. And im too.. too scared and i dont know why" you whisper, fists tightening in his shirt.
"I know sweetheart, i know." frank breathes in response. Quiet for a moment before he squeezes your bicep softly. "But its okay to be scared. Hell look at you.. Still here, still pushin, despite the fear. That means somethin'. Somethin it aint ever gonna be able to take away. My girl, Tough as nails"
You hum quietly at that, still not quite sure curled against him and still emotional. Anxietys claws slowly backing away from your heart, your throat, the longer you remain in franks grip. Soothing and comforting, helping to get you through on the days that feel too big.
Always there and always proud, ready to remind you of your own strength, no matter the inevitable wobbles along the road.
Ps- My asks/dms are always open if anyone wants to chat about anything at all. I get it, ive been there and worn the t-shirt more times than i dare count.. But you aren't alone no matter what your brain tells you. Plus, Frank loves you and so do i <3
