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Frank unlocked the heavy wooden front door of your shared apartment, keys jangling loudly in the lock. He tried his best to be quiet, so as not to wake you, but between his heavy grunts and the doors loud creak he was sure you had been waken up.
To confirm his theory, he hears your bare feet padding against the wooden floor, which creaks with every few steps.
"Frank?" you peak your head out from the bedroom doorway, a blanket pulled over your shoulders, eyes heavy with fatigue.
Sleepy (y/n) is Frank's favourite (y/n) mood. He loves how your hair stands up on the side of your head that you sleep on, how you sleep with your mouth slightly open which lets small hums escape every so often, how you snuggle into his side when he climbs into bed and honestly the list could go on and on.
"Did I wake you, princess? Ah shit, I'm sorry," Frank mumbles as he pulls off his heavy coat and walks over to you. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you. "Go back to bed, alright? I'll be in in a moment." He pulls the blanket closer around your shoulders as you nod sleepily, his words not completely registering in your head as you walk back into the bedroom.
Frank watches you go back to bed with a smile on his face as he kicks off his muddy boots and shuffles into the bathroom. He flicks on the light that creates a soft humming sound and begins to brush his teeth. As he brushes, he looks at himself in the mirror. If you were fully awake right now you would go into nurse mode, and insist on cleaning every scratch, cut and bruise that had appeared on his face from his latest endeavours. But, since you were sleeping in the next room, he simply just washed his face and left it at that, which will probably earn him a lecture on infections and what not in the morning.
After finishing in the bathroom he heads into the dark bedroom, where you were laying in bed, already fallen back asleep. You had the duvet pulled on half of your body while the other half of your body was exposed to the cool night air.
Frank pulls off his dark grey jumper and black jeans, leaving them in a pile in the middle of the bedroom. The old bed creaks as Franks' weight dips into the mattress. He shuffles close to your body, heat radiating off of him. Goosebumps had started to prick your skin so he through the duvet over your exposed skin, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.
He watches you for a few moments. With every exhale a strand of your (hair colour) hair would float up and then fall again, just to float back up with the next exhale.
All Frank felt in this moment was happiness. He couldn't care less about anything bad happening in his life right now, all he cared about was you.
