oh absolutely yes. what i would give to have a huge closet tailored specifically to me omg it truly is the dream.
and i feel like frank would eat this upp, when he first comes to your house to visit he cant help but stand in awe at your insanely huge closet. he doesn't know much about clothes or style, but he loves how much you do. he'd sit on the edge of your bed while you cycled through your collection, trying to pick the perfect outfit for date night, eyes focused on you and only you.
"ok frankie, what about this one?" you turn to him, showcasing the third outfit you've tried on. he looks you up and down, debating his opinion.
"hmm i don' know baby, i mean ya look fuckin' gorgeous, you'd look gorgeous in a trash bag, but i prefer the last one, the colour suits your eyes." he'd reply, reaching out to touch your hips, feeling the fabric between his fingers. "but don't think that means i hate this one, believe me i'd rip this off ya in a heartbeat if ya let me doll." he states with a wink, smacking your ass. you can't help but giggle as blush creeps up your neck as you go back to try on an additional four outfits, your dinner plans have absolutely been lost by now but it doesn't matter. you would be happy anywhere with frank.
as your relationship progresses and you fall deeper in love, you make the decision to move in together. you fell in love with a small apartment close to each of your's jobs. it was perfect, but the size definitely made you scared. you knew you would have to sacrifice your closet space and it crushed you, no matter how much you tried to hide it from him. he picked up on this instantly, and had to make it right.
"stay home sweetheart, i'll finish up moving the rest of the boxes, okay?" he places a kiss to your forehead as he leaves, truck full to the brim with your belongings. unbeknownst to you, he and Curtis had been planning to surprise you, completely knocking out a couple walls in your room to make space for a closet for you, one even bigger than your previous. the men worked for hours, being careful to not destroy parts of the apartment that weren't yours. taking the time to fill the space almost exactly the way you had it before, using sneaky photos he took of your closet as reference.
"frankie, what are you doing? why can't i look?"
"you'll find out soon enough sweet girl, just a few more steps and.. open ya eyes doll."
removing his hands from your eyes, the sight before you stuns you, your breath gets caught in your throat as your eyes travel over the space. your clothes organised in colours, dresses, skirts, pants etc.
"i.. i don't believe it. frank, you did this?"
"sure as shit didn't spawn outta nowhere babydoll." he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in as he places a kiss on the top of your head. "ya like?"
"like? frankie baby i love. thank you, thank you so fucking much." you squeal, wrapping your arms around his waist, tears welling in your eyes at the gesture.
"don't gotta thank me for nothin', this is your space, no way was I jus' gonna ya let it go like that f'me. i love ya sweetheart."
"i love you more frank." you say pulling him into a bruising kiss, pulling away you instantly rush to your new closet, running your hands through your most prized items, heart bursting with love for Frank and your new home together.
a/n: i'm so obsessed with obsessed boyfriend!frank, so obsessed with his girl and her interests. ugh id do anything for him. i hope you enjoy this little drabble <3
