Summary: The Big Bad Punisher has the stomach flu.
Warnings/Tags: sickness, descriptions of vomiting (not too graphic), hurt/comfort, lots of fluff, husband!Frank, wife!reader(she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 1.3k words
A/N: As someone who has emetophobia, this was kind of exposure therapy for me lmao. This was also an excuse for me to write a sick and whiny Frank Castle. While I like all of his looks in the show, Jon Bernthal with longer hair is always my favorite. You'll see this in most of my writing. Also, this is for flufftober. I just couldn't commit to the full challenge.
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It's after midnight when you wake to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. You and Frank had been together for years now, but you've never seen him get sick like this. He wasn't immune to illness and got the occasional cold. This was different, though. You didn't have to see your husband's face to know that he was miserable.
Mentally preparing yourself to handle this, you got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. You opened the door and blinked blearily as your eyes adjusted to the light. Frank's large frame was hunched over the toilet, and he wiped his mouth with a nearby towel. In any other situation, the sight of The Big Bad Punisher looking so small would've been amusing.
Hearing the door creak open, Frank groaned and kept his back to you. He hadn't felt this sick in ages, and it bordered on being pathetic. As he'd been getting sick, he'd stripped himself of his clothes and was now sitting in a pair of boxers. He rested his face against the towel and mumbled.
“Don't look at me, sweetheart. This is fuckin' pathetic.”
“Frank, baby, you're sick. It's not a big deal.”
Of course, that earned an eye roll from your husband. In his mind, he was meant to be invincible. He was a former Marine, for fuck's sake. Frank had been raised in the typical “nuclear family”. Men were supposed to be the providers and the strong ones. Getting sick felt like a failure. He wiped his mouth again and spoke up.
“It feels like I’m failing.”
That was one of the most vulnerable things you'd heard from Frank in a while. Your heart sank, and you took a moment to process his statement. Kneeling beside him on the bathroom floor, you massaged his scalp though his curls, and he let out an imperceptible sigh. Your soft voice broke the momentary silence.
“You're not a failure, Frank. You never have been.”
Despite the instinct to reject your comment, Frank leaned into your touch and nodded. He was hit with another wave of lightheadedness and his body grew heavier against yours. Your husband would never admit it, but being held like this brought him an insurmountable amount of peace.
Your arms tightened around him, and you pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Frank looked weak in ways you hadn't seen from him before. Rubbing the space between his shoulder blades, the heat from his fever was coming from him in waves. You wanted to make him feel better, so teased him gently.
“My baby boy feels sick, huh?”
“Sweetheart, do not start with that shit. AIn't a fuckin' baby.”
“You're my baby.”
“Whatever.”
Even though his tone was gruff, his cheeks were dusted pink, and you knew it wasn't solely from the illness. His stomach churned uncomfortably, and he bit back a whimper. Frank tucked his face in the crook of your neck and mumbled against your skin.
“I don't want to throw up again.”
“I know, honey. I know. You'll feel better after, though. You always do.”
“Guess so.”
Frank pulled back from your embrace and leaned over the toilet again. He'd been at this for a while, so it was mainly stomach acid and bile. Heaving a few times, he finished up and cleaned his mouth with the towel.
You made sure he was steady before standing up to wet a different cloth. Using cool water, you soaked the fabric and wrung it out a few times. You sat back down next to Frank and pressed it to the back of his neck. He sighed at the feeling and nodded in appreciation.
“Thank you, darlin'. That feels real good.”
“Of course. Are you finished? We can go lie in bed?”
“Yes, please.”
It took a Herculean effort and a minimum of five minutes, but you finally hauled Frank's ass to bed. You'd also taken the time to brush teeth beforehand, which was met with a lot of grumbling. He deserved better than that nasty taste in his mouth, though. Getting him under the covers, you kissed his forehead and brushed a few sweaty curls from his forehead. Your husband was exhausted, and it was written all over his weary features. You were in full-blown caregiver mode now.
“Here's what we're gonna do, Frankie. You are gonna keep your pretty ass in bed while I make you some ginger tea. Your stomach can't handle soup, yet.”
“You want me to just lie here and do nothin'?”
Frank furrowed his brows at the mere suggestion that he shouldn't do anything. Even after all these years, it was still a battle to convince him to rest. He rubbed his temples and groaned. Groaning, grumbling, and grunting had been his way of communication for the night. You nodded in response.
“Yes, my love. I want you to lie there and not move. I'll be back with your tea and a hot water bottle.”
“Great, now I'm like a teenage girl on her cycle. Like a fuckin' chick.”
“I'm gonna pretend that that's not borderline misogynistic and give you a pass for being sick.”
The sheepish look on your husband's face was proof that Frank realized how silly he sounded. He ran a hand over his face and sighed deeply. He wasn't intentionally being grumpy.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I know you're just trying to help.”
“It's okay. Just rest.”
With that, you pressed a quick kiss to his nose and exited the bedroom. You made your way to the kitchen and began the process of making tea. Being a bit of a snob when it came to beverages, you refused to use teabags and stuck to loose-leaf tea. You heated up the kettle and poured the boiling water over the strainer. Letting the herbs steep, you grabbed the hot water bottle out of the drawer and poured the remaining hot liquid into it.
You let the tea sit for a few minutes before balancing both the rubber container and the mug in your arms. Re-entering the bedroom, Frank cracked one eye open to look at you, and a faint smile appeared on his face. It wasn't much, but it meant everything to you. You laughed softly and spoke in a singsong tone.
“I'm back, baby.”
“Took you long enough. Thought you left me, sweetheart.”
“I was gone for five minutes. Don't be dramatic.”
“Felt like a lifetime.”
Admittedly, Frank was being overly sentimental. It wasn't his fault, though. This fever was fucking with his head. You rolled your eyes and set the mug on the nightstand. Placing the hot water bottle over his stomach, you ruffled his curls softly and teased him by mimicking his deep voice.
“Still feel a “fuckin' chick?”
“I get it, sweetheart. That wasn't the right thing to say.”
“Maybe not, but it was a little bit funny.”
The two of you had moved apartments recently and the thermometer had gotten lost somewhere. It didn't take a genius to know that Frank had a fever - a fairly high one. You dug in the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol. Your husband was always stubborn about taking medication, but he listened to you.
“Open up, big guy. It's Tylenol time.”
“You're lucky that I love your weird ass.”
Frank swallowed the pills and chased them with some of the ginger tea. He hummed contentedly at the taste. You were the best at taking care of him. His previous smile widened into a grin, and he looked up at you with those big brown eyes.
“Get in bed with me?”
“Of course, my love.”
You climbed in bed and the two of you remained there until morning. It was a miracle that Frank's nausea passed so quickly. He'd go on to joke about your “magical powers” and tell Curtis how his wife had healed him. The man could be awfully histrionic. You loved him, though.
warnings: slight smut innuendo (it’s literally so tiny), mostly fluff, (maybe a tiny bit of angst?), frank x reader, 18+ reader
summary: you and frank get stuck on a mountain
a/n: do not steal my work, it’s all my own. 18+ only, minors do not interact!
it was the perfect day to go out and have a snow day. frank and you had been planning the day to go see the snow since you had told him that you’ve never been. he was so ecstatic he had almost convinced you to go that day. but you waited until the weekend so you and him could have the whole day to yourselves.
that day was today. frank drove you two, blasting music up the mountain. he looked like a puppy watching the grass turn into sleet as you both journeyed up.
once you arrived he practically pulled you out of the car.
“frank you’re hurting my arm” you laughed.
“let’s go c’mon!” he yelled at you.
you spent the whole day having snow ball fights, going sledding down the tiny hills, slipping and hanging on to each other. it was perfect.
by the time the two of you decided to calm down and leave he couldn’t help himself snapping a picture of you and your reddened face.
“lemme take a picture baby, please” he pleaded, mockingly, with sad puppy eyes.
“no, my hair is all tangled and wet” you chuckled, covering your face when he brought his phone up to it again.
“you look so cute though” he begged.
he moved your fingers away kissing the tip of your nose, and took a picture.
“come here” he said pulling you into a hug, and turning his phone to capture the moment.
your belly tingled with joy knowing how much this man was yours.
hours spent hanging around in the snow had you both spent. the plans for the rest of the day were to cuddle up with hot cocoa and watch some movies. but that was quickly cut short. hopping into the car frank was struggling to turn it on.
“what’s wrong frank?” you questioned.
“i think the snow froze the engine a bit” he sighed out, “FUCK!”
“it’s fine we can just call someone out here right, or wait it out?” you suggested.
“i have no service and it’s gonna get cold soon” he shook his head.
“i’m sorry” you said, seeing that he was getting upset about the situation, “maybe we shouldn’t have come.”
“no it’s ok sweetheart, we’ll figure something out” he reassured.
it was getting cold sitting in his car on the side of the road, and soon it would grow dark outside. you rested your elbow on the middle console, head falling into the palm of your hand. frank’s hand snaked around and massaged the back of your head.
“i’m sorry honey, i didn’t mean for our plans to end up like this” he spoke.
“it’s okay” you sighed.
frank let his free hand go up to your cheek, and you let your hand instantaneously rest into it, as you have all the times before. i was like an automatic ritual. frank dove closer to capture your lips with his, starting a slow rhythm. it was sweet. but he turned it dirtier than it should’ve.
maybe it was the fact you guys were in a cold growing car, or the fact that he was insanely in love with you that he couldn’t keep his hands off you. whatever the reason may be, it felt good.
as your tongues battled for dominance, your hand slowly and tauntingly grazed up his thigh. then he froze his movements.
“later baby, i promise” he whispered.
you whined at the loss of his touch on you, but knew how teasing he was being with that kiss. you let out a light laugh in spite of it all.
“okay” was all you could muster out, coming down from a heated moment.
frank gave a kiss to your forehead and brought your legs on top of his to massage them while you two waited a bit longer.
after a while he saw the lights of a car driving back in the distance. he quickly stepped out of the car hoping whoever it was would stop. thankfully, they did. frank explained your guys’ situation and asked for directions to the nearest town. thanking the stranger, frank motioned for you to get out of the car.
“what’s wrong?” you asked.
“there’s a town about 10 minutes up that way” he started, pointing the opposite direction you guys had come, “maybe we could hurry and walk over before it gets too dark.”
it was a cold walk, the sun beginning to go down, but by the time you two reached the small town it didn’t matter much. it was a cute little area: a small police station, couple diners and stores, houses and motels littering the streets. it wasn’t much but it was a beautiful sight. frank agreed to stay here for the night and he’d be able to call a tow truck first thing in the morning, but he wanted to fulfill his promise of getting you a cozy night in.
you stopped at one of the diners for dinner, and afterwards walked towards the nearest motel. he made sure to grab a warm slice of apple pie for the two of you to share as well as two fresh cups of hot chocolate.
“see, it didn’t turn out all that bad” he smiled, biting into his forkful of pie.
you replied back by giving him the sweetest peck on the cheek. a sweet gesture, making him blush a tiny bit. loving every second of it.
I swear imma write for majority of Seb's characters at least once. But, an anon had asked me about a month ago if I would write for Frank and here we are! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you thought! Much love! xox
You're packing for your annual trip with Frank as you're finally glad to spend some alone time with him. Ever since he met Daphne, he's been blowing you off to hang out with her.
A knock echoes off of the walls and your heartbeat quickens. You step towards your front door and open it, a smile coming to your lips. "Frank, hey!" You greet the brunette and reach out to grip his wrist. "I'm almost ready."
"Actually," Frank starts as you begin heading back to your room, causing you to stop in your tracks. "That's what I wanted to talk about."
You furrow your brows and turn to fully face him. "What's going on?" You whisper and Frank lets out a sigh.
"I'm taking Daphne on the trip this year," he bluntly tells you, causing your lips to part in shock.
Your heart breaks in your chest, feeling the lump forming in your throat. "O-Oh, okay," you mumble before clearing your throat. "I-I… have fun I guess."
Frank looks down at you and notices the sadness in your eyes. He goes to say something when you walk away from him. A sigh leaves his lips as your bedroom door slams shut.
He walks closer to your room, hearing your cries through the wooden door. Frank's heart clenches in pain and slowly closes his eyes.
"Y/N," he calls out your name and knocks gently on the door.
"Go away, Frank," you cry while sitting in the corner of your room, wiping the tears off of your face.
You couldn't believe that he's leaving you behind for her. A woman he met almost five months ago. You glance towards the picture of you and Frank that's framed on your nightstand and more tears slide down your cheeks.
The door to your bedroom opens and you glance towards the bearded man. "I don't get it," you whisper to him, hugging your knees closer to your chest. "W-We're best friends… t-this trip is our tradition!"
Frank steps closer to you and crouches. "I know, I know. I'll make it up to you, I promise," he mumbles and you shake your head.
"Then why are you taking her?" You ask him, looking into his blue eyes. "I-I haven't seen you in weeks."
"She's going through some stuff," he tells you and a scoff leaves your lips. You shake your head as he reaches out to you.
You swat at his hand. "Don't touch me," you growl while rolling your eyes. "Sure, she's going through some stuff, but what about what I'm going through?!"
Frank runs his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "What's going on?" He asks, clasping his fingers together.
"I've been abandoned by my best friend," you cry out and sniffle. "Someone who's been my friend for years just upped and left for some girl they hardly know."
"I didn't abandon-"
You roll your eyes and pick yourself up from the floor. "You did, Frank. I-" you cut yourself off and let out a heavy sigh. "I've loved you for so long, Frank. I-I can't keep doing this."
He stares down at you, feeling his heart beating quickly in his chest. "Yo-You love me?" Frank whispers and you give him a small smile.
"I do, yeah," you mutter and slap your hands against your thighs. Silence fills the room and you tuck your hair behind your ear. "You should get going. Daphne's probably waiting for you."
You walk past Frank, your shoulder gently colliding against his. His hand catches your wrist before pulling you back towards him. Your hands rest on his chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Frank leans down and nudges his nose against yours. He goes to kiss your lips when you move your head to the side, his lips landing on your cheek instead.
"Y/N-"
"You can't do that to me," you mutter sadly, taking a couple of steps back. "You should go."
His eyes cast down to the floor and Frank nods his head. "I'm sorry," he whispers before walking out of your place.
Tears well up in your eyes and press your lips together. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you sit down on the edge of your bed, glancing towards your suitcase.
-
Frank glances towards the woman sitting next to him as he drives along the coastline. She smiles at him while grabbing a hold of his hand.
"Thanks for bringing me on this trip, Frank," Daphne mutters while squeezing his right hand. "I really needed it."
He nods his head in response, not saying anything else. All Frank can think about is what you said when he broke the news to her. She loves me… he thinks to himself before letting out a quiet sigh.
"You okay? You've been quiet," she asks him while scooting closer to him, lacing her fingers with his.
"I'm fine," Frank mutters and Daphne leans forward to kiss his neck. His blue eyes stay on the road when her hand finds itself unbuckling Frank's jeans.
Daphne pulls away for a hot second, her hand slipping into his jeans. "You want some relief maybe?" She asks and Frank quickly looks down at her.
"I-" Frank cuts himself off, not knowing what he wants anymore. He'd gladly have sex with Daphne again, but after your confession… he's not sure what he wants.
He clears his throat and grabs a hold of her hand, pulling it from his pants. The brunette lets out a huff and slides back into her original seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What's gotten into you, Frank?" Daphne mutters, her eyes looking over his facial expression. "You'd let me give you a handjob easily before."
"I'm not in the mood, okay?" Frank snaps, narrowing his eyes at the woman. He pulls the vehicle over before quickly getting out, needing to clear his head.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he looks out at the ocean. He's been in this very spot with you almost two summers ago. Guilt begins to course through Frank's veins as he leans against the railing.
Frank pulls his phone from his pocket and quickly dials your number.
You lay on Frank's couch, nuzzling your face into his pillow as you stare at nothing. Tears stream down your cheeks as you think about the good times the two of you had together.
Your phone vibrates against the coffee table and you lift your head slightly, seeing Frank's name on the screen. You sniffle while sitting up, grabbing the device from the table before answering it.
"Hello?" You mumble and grab the pillow beside you.
Frank's eyes flutter shut at the sound of your voice, his hand gripping the rail until his knuckles turn white. "Hey, Y/N," he whispers into the phone, hoping it was loud enough for you to hear.
"Why are you calling me, Frank?" His heart clenches at your words and gently scratches at his beard.
"I-I missed you. I'm so sorry. I really screwed up," he tells you as his eyes glance back out at the ocean.
Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen. "Frank, where's Daphne?" You ask him, your fingers digging into the soft pillow, his scent from it filling your nose.
"She's in the car. I had to pull over… I can't stop thinking about you," he confesses to you, causing your heart to pound against your chest.
Tears freely slide down your cheeks as it grows quiet between the two of you. "I-"
"Frank, come on! Can we go, please? We've been here for almost fifteen minutes!" Daphne yells and you pull your phone away from your ear a bit.
Frank glances behind him, seeing the brunette looking over at him with an annoyed expression on her face. A sigh leaves his lips and gets ready to say goodbye to you when you speak up.
"Come home," you whisper into the phone, causing Frank's chest to clench. "Tell her you forgot you had an appointment or something. I- please come home."
You're full-on crying again, wanting nothing more to be wrapped up in Frank's arms. You squeeze your eyes shut as you wait for him to say something.
"I gotta go, Y/N," he says before hanging up the phone.
Your heart breaks in your chest, the phone slipping from your fingers. You lay back down on the couch and sob into the pillow, wishing everything between you two would go back to normal.
-
Frank pulls into his driveway before resting his forehead against the steering wheel. It takes him a minute to step out of the vehicle. He grabs his bag from the trunk before making his way to the front door of his place.
He unlocks his front door, stepping into the place, and drops his bag to the floor. Frank glances around the room, his blue eyes widening upon seeing you sleeping on his couch.
You clutch the pillow in your hands as a small whimper leaves your lips. He walks over to his couch before crouching beside you. A sigh leaves his lips as he reaches his hand out to you, moving some of your hair out of your face.
Frank smiles softly as your eyes flutter open. A light gasp leaves your lips and you quickly sit up. "Frank?" You whisper, resting your hand on his face. "I-You're here…"
"I'm here," he mutters, leaning into your touch. Frank can see the tears welling up in your eyes and a smile coming to your lips. His fingers wrap around your wrist before pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
Your lip quivers and you move to wrap your arms around his neck. "I miss you," you whisper into his ear, your eyes falling shut. "I miss you so much, Frank."
Frank wraps his arms around your waist, tugging your body closer to his. "I miss you too, Y/N. I'm so sorry for ditching you constantly. I hope you can forgive me," he mutters while running one of his hands up and down your back.
You pull away from him and comb your fingers through his hair. "I can," you whisper and give him a small smile. Frank rests his forehead against yours before completely pulling you off of the couch.
You're straddling his lap as Frank leans his back against the coffee table. You rest your hands against his shoulders as the brunette leans forward to kiss your collarbone.
Your heart flutters in your chest as you move your hands to his cheeks, lifting his face. "I love you," you tell him and Frank's grip on you tightens.
"I love you too, Y/N," he smiles softly, admiration swimming in his blue eyes.
You lean in and smash your lips against his. A short moan leaves Frank's lips as he kisses you back immediately, his hands gliding up your sides. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging gently on the ends of it.
Frank bucks his hips up into you, causing a moan to slip past your lips. You pull away from the bearded man and you breathe heavily. His eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat.
One of his hands moves to your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin gently before he's pulling you in for another kiss. Frank's tongue slips into your mouth to deepen the kiss as he's got a firm grip on the back of your neck.
You grind your hips against his and feel him hardening beneath you. "D-Do you want me?" You stutter out after abruptly pulling away, casting your eyes down at him.
"So badly," Frank whispers while slipping your shirt off. Your chest heaves rapidly as you watch his eyes roam over your chest.
Frank drags his tongue across the tops of your breasts as you run your hands through his hair. Small noises leave his lips while his fingers tug your bra straps down, exposing your breasts to him.
He looks up at you through his lashes before wrapping his lips around your nipple. You moan out as Frank's teeth tugs at your nipple.
"Fuck, Frank-" you groan as his fingertips dug into your ass cheeks. "Fuck me, please."
"I got you, baby," he mutters while flipping you around, your back resting against the hardwood flooring. "I got you."
You and Frank lay on the floor next to each other, silly grins plastering on both of your lips. You bring your hand up to his face and gently rub his chin. Frank's smile widens as you feel his beard scratching against your fingers.
"I love you. I'm so sorry," he whispers and moves his head to kiss your fingers.
Your heart flutters in your chest as you scoot closer to him. "It's okay, Frank," you tell him as he wraps his arms around you.
He chuckles when you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Frank scrunched his face before nuzzling into your neck. "I'll make it up to you for months, I swear. Whatever it takes," he mentions, feeling the vibrations of his voice against your neck.
"Well, the first thing you could do is grab me a blanket. I'm freezing," you giggle, causing Frank to snort.
"Hold on," he mutters and presses a sloppy kiss to your lips before springing up from the floor.
You watch as Frank quickly turns on the fireplace. You bite your lip as he runs around his house naked, holding in your laughter.
He brings out two blankets from his room, setting one down on the floor in front of the warmth. "Frank! I'm over here!" You laugh, causing the brunette to shush you.
"I'm bringing you over here, hold on!" He grins while setting the extra blanket down before walking back towards you. "C'mon, baby."
You grab ahold of his hand and pull yourself off of the floor. A shiver runs down your spine as a slight draft brushes your skin. You lay back down in front of the fireplace as Frank grabs the blanket from beside you.
"Now it's all romantic," he grins while laying beside you, covering both of you up.
You smile up at him, noticing the pink hue dusting his cheeks. "You're really cute," you tell him.
Frank leans in and nudges his nose with yours. "Anything for my girl," he whispers before placing a soft kiss on your lips. "You… you are my girl, yeah?"
Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much as you nod your head yes. "Of course I am," you whisper while resting your head against his chest. "I always will be."
Hey! Could you write Frank Iero x male reader,, maybe gender neutral reader if you dont do male reader,, then Frank gets back home from a tour extra clingy and for his partner, just wanting to sit on reader's lap, face buried in reader's chest, maybe following reader around when they're preparing food for the two
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pairing: frank x male!reader
warnings: major fluff and cuteness
requested: yes
a/n: sorry this took awhile to write! hopefully this is okay :) send more request!!
"y/n!" frank ran up to his boyfriend wrapping his arms around his waist, his head againts y/ns chest.
"hey bubs," hes said pressing a kiss on the top of franks head. his arms tightened around y/ns waist.
"i missed you so much, im never going on tour without you ever again." he mumbled into his chest.
y/n pulled frank back and leaned down leaving a sweet kiss on his lips. frank grabbed the back of y/ns neck, pulling him back down for another quick kiss.
"cmon, dinners almost ready," y/n said grabbing both franks bags leading him inside. he placed the bags down on the bed and went to unpack them for frank.
"no, ill do that later." frank mumbled pushing y/n on the bed before laying ontop of him. face once again burried in his chest, kissing the fabric that seperated them softly. y/ns hands curled themselves into franks hair.
"ewww, its greasy," he cringed .
"shush," frank mumbled.
"go take a shower, im going to finish dinner."
frank rolled off him and made his way slowly to the shower. y/n went to the kitchen and started making a salad to go with dinner. 10 minutes later frank came running out from their shared bedroom hair still wet and clothes sticking to his body slightly.
"did you dry yourself?" y/n asked when frank hugged him from behind, head pressed against his back.
"quickly, i wanna be near you," he said tightening his hug.
"yes i can tell bubs, how about you let me finish dinner hm?"
"i will help," frank responded, not moving from his position though.
"usually you move and start doing something after saying that hun," y/n laughed, frank sighed before letting go of his waist.
-
after dinner frank quickly cleared their plates before straddling y/ns lap. hands now wrapped around his neck and face in his shoulder.
"is something wrong hun?" y/n asked playing with franks hair subconciously. frank shook his head, hugging him tighter. y/ns arms pulled frank closer to himself.
"i missed you so much y/n," frank said moving his face to see y/ns, he almost crying.
"are you crying?"
"happy tears,"
"awh," y/n pulled frank in kissing him sweetly. their lips molded together perfectly. frank felt at home. y/n made him feel at home, and he was so happy to be at home again. with him.
SONG CHOICE FOR THE SERIES: Here With Me - Susie Suh
WORDS: 1.6k
SUMMARY/PROMPT: You’re a grad student who happens to be best friends with Mary. It’s summer break, and you have no family to go home to, Mary offers to bring you back to Florida for summer break. During the break, you happen to get close with Frank. At the end of summer break, you make a promise to Frank you will keep in touch. Feelings are heavy between you both. The last night of your time in Florida you and Frank have an intimate evening together before you take off in the morning with Mary.
NOTE: This is my first time stepping out of my usual. @ysmmsy had encouraged me to write for Frank, I had been wanting to branch out so I hope this is okay lol.
TRIGGER WARNING(S): Building Sexual Tension | Fluff | Reader Angst | Mention of cheating | Mention of parental death and parental abandonment | Language | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
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Dear Diary
Are you still listening? I know, day one was seriously something else. But he was cute, right? I mean, come on, you can't deny that. Okay, moving on, I bet you want to know what happens on day two, right? Okay, let's do this.
Second Day
Stretching in bed, I sit up and look around; the smell of breakfast hits my nose, causing my stomach to rumble. Running my fingers through my hair, I wander over to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I let out a soft breath; today was going to be a good day. I can feel it. Turning on the hot water, I step in, letting the water wash over my cool skin.
"Y/N! BREAKFAST!" Mary called up.
"One sec! I'm almost done!" I chuckle, quickly finishing up my shower.
After stepping out of the shower, quickly dress, choosing a pair of black denim cut-offs that were a little on the short side and a black tank top. Making my way down the stairs.
"Are those blueberry pancakes?" I smile.
Frank looked over and observed me; his eyes scanned me as he cleared his throat softly and nodded. "Yeah, I hope that's alright." he gave a soft smile and put the rest of breakfast on the table.
With a smile and a nod, I look over his face. "It's perfect, thank you." smiling, and dig right in.
With each bite, it tasted like a haven, the bacon cooked perfectly, the berries juicy, and the pancakes so fluffy.
"Coffee?" Frank asked.
Of course, he would ask with a mouthful. I simply smile and nod, and he makes my coffee. It was as if he knew how I take my coffee for years. I take a sip and let out a sigh of pure satisfaction.
"Thank you." I smile and finish up a quiet breakfast.
Diary,
I'm going to skip ahead, okay? Let's face it, breakfast and lunchtimes were soooooooooo, boring. So, we'll skip ahead to just after dinner; that's when things got a little... interesting.
Continuing of the Second Day
I'm standing at the counter, washing dishes, and Frank comes up behind me, leaning against the island counter watching me, I glance up in the window and catch his reflection staring at me, licking at his lips before he smirks shakes his head, and walks to he, placing a hand on the small of my back telling me I wash he dries. Complying I wash a plate, hand it over, so on and so forth.
"So, tell me a bit about you, tell me something unique about you." He smiles.
"You're putting me on the spot, Frank. I don't even know. Maybe I'm not unique. Maybe I'm just me... prefer my nose in the books, I have a younger sister around Mary's age, so we just naturally clicked. I umm, I don't know. I'm not anything real special." Smiling, I keep washing dishes, occasionally stealing glances of his reflection in the window.
"No, you are special, you just don't see it Y/N/" He smiled, taking a plate from my hand, his fingers brushing against the backside of my hand. Feeling that moment of touch, my face grew hot, and these tremors in my stomach make me feel giggly and giddy. Letting out a soft breath, I smile softly and look over at him as I turn off the water.
"I'm going to go take an after-dinner dip." Instinctually I bite my lip, give a soft giggle, and head to the dock.
Stripping down into my black two-piece, I slip into the water, feeling the cold salty water kiss my skin after a hot day. Swimming around, I don't realize he's made his way out to watch me, not really noticing he's been watching me this whole time, observing the way I move, the curves of my figure.
I look up and gasp a bit. "Wanna join me? I'd say the water's great, but I'm sure you already know." Chuckling nervously, I dip my mouth slightly below the water, moving with the gentle motion of the subtle waves coming in. Shrugging, he stripped down to his swim trunks he had on from earlier and dove in. It was this beautiful dive that made me slightly jealous. A soft giggle left my lips as he resurfaced and looked over my face.
"I feel like there is more to your story, if you have a kid sister, that of which I sure would love to see you, why come out this way? Why not go back home?" He asked.
What he didn't realize, is that was actually a very loaded question. Letting out a heavy breath, I look over his face, bite my lip wading in the water, and run my fingers through my hair. "It's umm, it's complicated."
"You act as though I don't have time."
"More like I don't want to bore you."
"How do you know you're going to bore me? Why are you here? Why did Mary drag you along?"
Feeling defeated, I look over his face and clear my throat. "Mary knew I couldn't quite face going home. I was bound to stay at the college over break, though technically, unless you're working on campus or on the sports team you cannot do that, totally not permitted. I was willing to find work. I umm." Shaking my head. I'm having a hard time finding my words. He looks me over and moves closer to me, and it's almost like he's telling me it's okay without telling me it's okay. "I was seeing this guy, my sister really liked him, he was great with her, we're all each other has after well, we're all each other has now. Anyway, I found him in bed with the neighbor when I went home for spring break. I figured maybe it was my fault, I forgave him. What a mistake I was. I get a call from my sister telling me not to come home, for my own sake. At first, I didn't understand why she would tell me that, and then he calls me, tells me he's been fucking around with my sister..." pausing, I look down at the water, and then look back up. "I'm not mad, I can't be mad. Do I wish she would find someone else? Yeah, absolutely, but I'm not mad at her. I'm mad at him." Licking my lips, he reaches for my arm.
"God damn, I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"What about your parents, are they still around?" He asked me.
Letting out a sharp breath, I look over his face, "Umm, no. Dad left when we were young, and mom passed away. Dad wants nothing to do with us, doesn't even know he has a second daughter."
"Ahh, scumbag dad. Got it. I'm sorry... none of that can be easy I'm sure." He looks over my face, and I don't know how to respond.
The only thing I can do is break down. After keeping it quiet for so long, it's like I was slapped with a wave of emotion that I can't even bring my mind to understand. Frank reaches out and pulls me close into what feels like a loving, caring hug. I bury my face in his neck, my arms wrapped around him tightly like my life depended on it, and the tears flow for a bit and then stop.
He slowly pulls away, and he looks over my face, his thumb brushes against my lip, and my eyes search his. The urge to lean in and kiss him is so heavy right now. I clear my throat and look down at the water. "I'm going to go hop in the shower, wash this saltwater on me... thanks for listening. It was nice to talk about it and have someone listen rather than judge."
"Yeah, of course. I'm always willing to listen." He smiled and headed back with me.
Stepping out of the water and climbing up on the dock, I grab my clothes and head to the house. I can feel him behind me, staring as I walk, feeling his eyes on me. The urge to jump his bones, totally real right now. Walking up the stairs, I hop into the shower. Not realizing I didn't close the door all the way, I strip down and get behind the frosted shower curtain. Glancing over, I see Frank watching me as I shower. But I don't say anything. I don't want to, I can't bring myself to.
By the time I finish my shower, he's gone, or so I thought. He's just moved across the hall, still has a view, but I can't quite see him.
"Uncle Frank, what are you doing? It's late..."
"Waiting to use the shower love, getting some water?"
"Yeah, super thirsty."
"Go to your room, I'll get it for you."
Hearing the exchange between Frank and Mary, I smile, hearing him walk down the stairs, I get dressed, and head to my room across the hall and sit on the bed. When Frank comes back from getting the water for Mary, he stops by my room and smiles, searching my face. "I had a thought, maybe tomorrow, you could go into town with me? I need a few parts for the boat... Maybe you'd like to join me?"
With a smile, I nod. "I'd like that, Good nite Frank."
"It's a date..." He pauses shakes his head and I chuckled. "I umm, yeah. I'll see you in the morning. Good night Y/N."
Frank slightly closes my door for me, and I watch as he walks into the bathroom, not quite closing the door all the way I peak in, seeing him behind the shower, I lick my lips and gently close the door for him and head into bed. My dreams tonight, I have a feeling will be something wicked.
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General fluff with The Legion
starting with a cute cuddle bundle of all the legion
Imagine you just got back from a very hard trial (whether you’re a killer or survivor) and so you’re angry, tired and irritated. All you want to do is chill out with your friends/partners and curl up with them to go to sleep.
Susie is the first one to comfort you when you walk through their door at the lodge, she can immediately tell when you’re not in a good mood or just need somebody to hug you. She’s all over you straight away, pulling you to the sofa and grabbing a blanket to drape over you.
Susie always wants to talk and have a chat, so she will most likely engage you in a conversation. She is a chatterbox so if you need to take your mind off of things, she’s the best person for this! But she probably won’t understand if you don’t want to talk, however, if you simply pull her into a hug she will get the gist and be quiet, only for a little while though.
Julie is a bit colder and harder to persuade to snuggle with you. If Susie is there first she’ll force her to come and cuddle and Julie can’t say no to Susie, she just can’t.
On the other hand, if Julie is the first one to see you and no one else is around, she might just give you a hug and let you snuggle with her for a little while, until another member of the legion appears, then she’ll push you off her and act like nothing was going on. It’s only acceptable to be soft in her eyes if others aren’t there or are doing it first.
When Joey sees there is a big bundle of people being close and intimate with each other, he’ll join in almost instantly. He will probably jump on top of you all so beware of the incoming cannonball.
If Joey is the only one with you, or even if others are around, he has no hesitation in providing you with some comfort or snuggling with you. He lacks the physical affection as much as anyone in this realm and has no issue with showing it. Anything he does in terms of softness is not hidden and he shows it with absolutely everyone he cares about.
Frank, obviously, is the hardest to get in the cuddle bundle. He will look at you all weirdly and avoid coming into contact with any of you. The tricks the other three try and use to get him to join you all don’t work on him, and he’s able to ignore the majority of their pleads. Except, if you ask him to join, it’ll really tug on his heart strings. One look at your face and he can’t resist. You best believe he is squeezing himself in between anyone and everyone to be next to you because he only is able to soft when he’s next to you.
now over to mr morrison who makes out he doesn’t like snuggles
When/If it’s just the two of you, he will originally start out with one arm wrapped loosely around you, acting as if he doesn’t actually want you to be close to him. Even if you’re curled up against him and being soft with him, he won’t have it.
After a while, when he starts to get sleepy himself, he’ll gradually start holding you tighter. You can tell he’s almost asleep because his hands twitch a lot and it’s like they’re feeling out for you in his tired state.
Try starting up a conversation with him and he most likely won’t respond because he’s either 1) embarrassed for being so soft and doesn’t want to look at you, or 2) he genuinely is almost asleep and his brain didn’t acknowledge what you said.
The very few times he engages in pillow talk with you is normally after he has had a hard day himself and needs to vent to get everything off of his chest. He won’t say too much, just general things that have annoyed him so that you can help rationalise his thoughts, and, to get some compliments from you, which he would never admit to in a million years.
Once he is fully asleep he is the one that cuddles into your chest, and curls up into your body. His arms drape over you and pull you closer to him.
Frank even reaches out for you if you’re not there or if you move away from him to breathe for a few seconds, cause he is kinda suffocating.
He doesn’t know any of the above that he does whilst asleep and if you told him he’d never believe you, so you keep it a secret. You think it’s kinda cute anyway.
There are times when Frank will be soft when he’s not asleep or in a state where he’s not really in control of his actions and where his inhibitions take over. But, in these times, he normally wants you to run your hands through his hair whatever length it is, and massage his scalp. You may have a conversation whilst this is going on, or you may lay there enjoying the silence.
He is a touch starved baby so secretly enjoys all the fluff and attention but again, could never admit to it.
Whatever you do, just, don’t mention how soft he is around you or point it out because he will turn cold and probably ignore you for a good while.
Chapter Summary: Everyone heads home for the holidays.
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x OFC, Frank Iero x OFC
Word Count: 2020
Warnings: None?
A/N: I needed something fun and cute to write with low pressure so that I could stop worrying about a more serious piece I’m working on for a bit. This five-part crossover series was the result! It’s cheesy and fluffy and is probably akin to something you’d see on the Hallmark Channel, but that’s how I intended it to be. Thanks to @razor-tothe-rosary for your help and encouragement! Enjoy reading, everyone!
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Emerson normally hated flying, but today she didn’t mind the airplane ride. She was heading home to Jersey to celebrate Christmas with her family and help her mother execute the perfect wedding. Not only was she reuniting with her family for a less hectic schedule over the next few weeks, but Jeff had agreed to come for Christmas. They had resolved their differences, and he was going to meet her in Jersey after his trip to Orlando.
She stepped off the plane and headed right for baggage claim. There was no reason to dawdle when Jeff should be waiting for her. After two phone calls, though, he didn’t answer.
Emerson told herself not to panic; he was on a business call or waiting to see her, or had forgotten to take his phone from airplane mode. She walked confidently through the crowd until she got to the carousels dealing out suitcases as they were unloaded from the airplanes.
When she had her bags and had moved on to the sidewalk, she still hadn’t spotted Jeff. Sighing, she found her phone and called him again.
“Em, listen, I can’t talk long. I’m in a meeting.”
“A meeting? Jeff, you’re supposed to be in Jersey. Remember? Christmas? With your girlfriend?”
He sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m going to make it. Listen, I just -- maybe this is better. We’ve been fighting and our lives are going different ways. Maybe we need some time apart.”
Emerson choked back tears and swallowed down the lump in her throat. “So you don’t think you’re going to make it, or you knew all along you weren’t going to make it? I mean -- did you even buy a plane ticket?”
Jeff sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ve really got to go.”
Emerson held the phone up to her ear for another few seconds, even after the call disconnected. She didn’t know what to do. If she called her mother, Tanya would be upset and dramatic, and Emerson couldn’t handle that right now. Who else was she going to call?
Frank had told her he would be in Jersey for Christmas, too, maybe he was available. She bit her lip, trying to decide if it was too early in their acquaintance for a cry for help. Finally, after a few minutes of looking at her phone and dropping it back into her pocket, she exited out of her Uber app and dialed Frank’s number.
“Emmy,” he greeted, smile evident in his tone. “You back in Jersey?”
She swallowed hard. “Um, yeah, I am. I don’t want to bother you -- if you’re busy, I totally get it. It’s just -- I’m stuck at the airport, and I can’t get a hold of my mom. Are you available?”
“Yeah, of course. Give me about thirty minutes, okay? Be there in a flash.”
“Thank you,” Emerson said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m on the sidewalk outside of baggage claim.”
Frank described his car so she would know who to look for, and also promised to call when he got close.
Emerson sat down on a bench and finally let the tears fall. Her career was at a great point, but she was homesick, even being on Jersey ground. And her love life … she had known for a while that Jeff was pulling away, that things weren’t good, but she had thought it was just a rut. She never expected for him to leave at all, let alone like this.
She hadn’t heard Frank call her, she was crying so hard. Next thing she knew, an arm was around her shoulders. She looked up to see Frank sitting next to her, so she quickly swiped the tears away.
“I’m sorry, my phone was in my bag, and I --”
Frank interrupted her apology. “Don’t worry about it. Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?”
She pursed her lips together. “Jeff’s not coming. He was supposed to meet me here at the airport, but when I called him, he told me he wasn’t coming. I think it’s over.”
Frank’s arm tightened around her shoulders. “He wasn’t really nice to you, from what I know. Not that we know each other well enough for me to be saying this, but maybe you’re better off.”
“You may be right, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
“Fair enough. C’mon, we’ll hang out before you go home. Then your mom won’t freak out -- which I’m guessing is really why you didn’t call her?”
“Busted.”
Frank took her hand in his left and pulled her suitcase with his right. “Stick with me, Emmy. We’ll get you through this, together.”
Through her lingering tears, Emmy smiled. Together didn’t sound so bad coming from Frank.
Vanessa, Americus’s agent followed Americus around her room while she packed to leave for Ohio.
“I told you. I haven’t felt grounded in months. I need to go back to Columbus. Need, emphasis on need.”
The other woman groaned, leaning against an open space on the wall. “But you have two shoots before Christmas, and one before New Year’s.”
Americus sighed. “It can’t be about shoots anymore, Ness. It can’t be about shoots and parties and meetings and appearances. I don’t know who I am anymore, but it’s not this -- this person who plays the part of the elite crowd.”
“How much of this has to do with you running into that guy you know from when you were a kid?” Vanessa asked, frowning as though she might have been on to something.
“None of it,” Americus answered. She rolled her eyes. “Not all of it. I’ve been feeling this way for a while and seeing Tyler just cemented that I need to do this. Tell them I’m sick, tell them I quit -- whatever you have to do. But I’m not going to be there for those shoots, and I’m not doing anymore appearances and interviews until I figure some things out.”
She zipped her bag and shouldered it, grabbed her camera bag and her backpack, then turned to Vanessa.
“The sooner you get me to the airport, the sooner I can get home and figure out what I’m doing with my life.”
Vanessa groaned again but followed her client out to the car for the drive to the airport.
Emerson checked the time on her phone. “I should get going. I can only convince my mom of a plane delay for so long.”
Frank smirked. “You ready for that?”
“I don’t know,” Emerson sighed, setting her head against her hands. “I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with Christmas and a wedding and a break-up.”
“So don’t deal with it yet,” Frank replied, matter-of-factly. “Come hang out with me. I know a killer record store not far from here, you can crash in my guest room. Nothing shady, I promise.”
Emerson surprised herself by how appealing she found his offer. She licked her lips and thought about it before slowly nodding her head. “I mean, maybe my flight gets re-scheduled. Or something.”
“Or something,” Frank laughed, “that’s a good one. What do you say, Emmy?”
She loved that he called her that. No one had ever shortened her name to anything but ‘Em’ before. “Okay, fine. But I don’t want this getting out, okay? We have to keep a low profile. I really don’t want anyone thinking we’re hanging out to boost up my career or anything.”
Frank rolled his eyes and gathered his keys. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
Emerson grabbed for her purse and followed Frank to the car. The record store sounded exciting, right up her alley -- and who knew what else the night would bring.
“Okay. This one,” Frank said, pulling Bon Jovi’s Keep the Faith from the stacks of records. “Best record Bon Jovi ever made.”
Emerson rolled her eyes. “No way! Slippery When Wet.”
“No way,” Frank said, waving her off and sliding the record back into the pile.
“Seriously? Are you even from Jersey? Like, for real?”
Frank laughed. “You’re funny. Genuinely funny.”
“I am,” Emerson nodded. “Thank you. You’re fun to hang out with.”
Frank smiled. “Yeah. I am.”
“Well, I’m going to buy these, and then we can get you home, if you want. I’m sure you have family to hang out with or something.”
“I’ve got a free evening, actually. When you called -- I, uh, sort of canceled the plans I had with my friends. So if you needed me …”
Emerson’s cheeks hurt, she was trying so hard to keep her smile reined in. “I appreciate that.”
“Sure.”
It took some deep breaths stepping up to the register, but Emerson managed to stamp down the butterflies and her nerves, remind herself that she had just broken up with Jeff that day, and that there was plenty of time to get to know Frank -- and she also reminded herself of exactly what she had told him, that she wasn’t going to get involved in anything that might make it look like she was trying to climb the fame ladder.
Americus had been in town for a couple of days and decided it was time to get some Christmas shopping done. After two days of doing absolutely nothing but hanging out with her father, and it was time to get out in public.
Once she was seated behind the wheel, she dialed Tyler’s number. He answered on the second ring.
“Hey, kid. Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” he greeted.
Americus couldn’t help but smile to herself. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to be back in Columbus so soon. I’m going to do some Christmas shopping, and my dad said he saw you at church last weekend. So … yeah. I’m calling to see if you’d like to go Christmas shopping with me.”
Tyler chuckled. “Christmas shopping?”
“Yes,” Americus relied confidently. “What’s so funny about that?”
“I don’t know. Just picturing the new you going Christmas shopping. Figured you had someone to do that for you.”
Americus rolled her eyes. “Are you in or not?”
“I’m in.”
“Good. I’m already in the car. I’ll come pick you up.”
The mall was packed, but Tyler and Americus hardly noticed anyone else. A few fans approached the both of them for pictures and autographs, but it didn’t ruin their hometown reunion. They laughed and joked, just like it was old times, all the while crossing things off their Christmas shopping list.
“What do you want for Christmas?” Tyler asked her when they sat in the food court to take a break.
Americus shrugged. “Being home is pretty much all I wanted. Getting back on the ground, figuring out who I am.”
Tyler sipped from his soda. “C’mon. There’s gotta be something.”
“I don’t know. What about you?”
Tyler took a deep breath. “I want you to come on the next leg of the tour with us. Mark will handle the video portion, and I want you to do our photography.”
Americus’s mouth dropped open. “Ty … you haven’t even seen any of my work. Just because I said I like to take pictures, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Except that it does. I don’t have to see your work now, I saw it when we were in photography class in high school together. You were always taking pictures, of everything.”
“It’s not the same.”
He leaned forward. “You asked what I want for Christmas. I’m telling you. I’m offering you a job behind the camera.”
“How about I’ll consider it. Honestly, genuinely consider it. How’s that?”
Tyler pursed his lips together. “I’ll take it as a stocking stuffer. In the meantime, how about you and I go to Josh’s Christmas party together next week? Not like, together-together, but you can come with me.”
Americus smiled. “Okay. I’m in. Do I get to wear an ugly Christmas sweater?”
“If you want to,” Tyler laughed.
“For my Christmas present, will you wear one too?” she pleaded.
Tyler shook his head. “Only for you.”
Americus nodded and smiled. She had a lot to think about, but it was going to be a very good Christmas.
