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Heres a snippet of a Frank Castle x reader fic me and @hellilovedit are collaborating on hehehe 🤩
“You okay, sweetheart?” Frank asks, a low rumble compared to the surrounding shrieks of joy and pounding tennis shoes running house-to-house high on sugar. “Awfully quiet, hm?” With a squeeze to your hand in his. “Talk t’me.”
You glance up at him, startled out of whatever thought had carried you away.
Your eyes soften when they land on him. A smile tugs at your mouth.
"I'm okay."
Frank narrows his eyes immediately. "That's not an answer."
"It is." You protest.
"It ain't." He argues right back.
A quiet laugh escapes you. The sound settles somewhere deep in Frank's chest.
You look ahead again, watching a cluster of children sprint across a lawn toward a house decorated with glowing ghosts.
"I was just thinking."
"Dangerous." He teases.
"Frank."
"What?" He shrugs. "You start thinkin' too hard, next thing I know you're reorganizin' the kitchen at midnight."
You bump his shoulder. “Yeah that was one time, okay? And you never let me live it down!”
He grins.
For a moment neither of you says anything. You just walk.
Crunching leaves.
Distant laughter.
The rustle of Opal's costume wings every time Frank shifts her higher against his chest.
Finally, you speak.
"I was thinkin’ about this. Us. The three ‘a us I mean."
Frank blinks. "What ‘bout us baby? Everythin’ okay?”
Your heart softens at the worry in Frank’s voice. “Yeah everything's great actually. Just... thinking about..this." You gesture vaguely. "The neighborhood. Halloween. Opal passed out on your shoulder."
Frank's grin widens.
Then you continue. "And you."
Frank swallows. “Me?”
"You're a good husband."
Frank makes a face. " I feel like ..I ain't sometimes."
"You are." you pause. "And you're a wonderful father."
"Now you're definitely lyin'."
You laugh again and smack his arm. He never could take a compliment.
“I’m serious.”
The sound rings through the autumn air, that sound that Frank chases every day of his life.
Frank looks at Opal, then back to you. His smile sharpens.
His girls, his whole world.
Without thinking, he catches your hand again.
