Frankie’s under the weather </3
Just Frank being a stubborn grumpy man but also a big man baby when he's sick ☹️ an extension of my 'fluffy frank thoughts" post from a few months ago <3
No warnings tbh, all fluff - reader caring for frank, frank lowk being grumpy.
w.c: 1264 (this was supposed to be a blurb sorry oops)
Frank Castle is a proud man, but you knew that. He hated when he couldn't be the one to do the heavy lifting around the house, literally and figuratively speaking.
You'd been watching him silently for the last two days. His voice sounding a little more stuffy, his movements a little more sluggish. He could feel it too, but hell would freeze over before he would admit it.
"you gotta rest baby..." you try and stop him as he heads out the door to go to work. Your hands cupping his face, you feel the heat radiating off him - and not in the usual Frank way either.
"i'll be fine honey, ain't goin down that easy" he tries to laugh but it comes out as a chesty cough. "Frank please stay home?" you plead with him.
"i'll be back in a few hours baby" he sighs, giving you a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door. You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame watching as he backs out of the driveway.
Almost like you're anticipating he'll be worse by the time he gets back home, you take yourself to the grocery store and get all the essentials to take care of him. Irrespective of how much he was going to try and convince you that he was quote 'fine'.
You've got chicken stock with veggies with pasta bubbling away on the stove - all the nutrients he needs. Along with some hot clove and ginger tea for his throat.
The door clicks open much earlier than expected, you see Frank trudge in. Looking a little sorry for himself, eyes and the tip of his nose red. Just as you expected, a decline from his earlier state.
"ohhh my baby" you coo rushing over to him with a little pout on your lips. You place the back of your hand just under his neck "you have a fever frankie" you say concerned. You turn to open a cabinet and fill up a glass of water.
"what're you fussin for, said I'm fine" he sighs, sounding a little grumpy now.
"okay big guy, can you take this for me please?" you give him your best puppy eyes as you hold out two little white tablets in your hand and a glass of water to try and control his fever.
He looks at them then back up at you "please?" you ask softly again. He sighs, but it comes out as a laboured wheeze. But he's won over by your eyes as he takes it out of your hand, chewing and swallowing them down, fore-going the water. You roll your eyes putting the glass of water back down on the benchtop. "thank you" you say kissing the tip of his nose "yeah yeah, gonna change" he rasps affectionately.
When he comes back to the kitchen in his sweats and his white t-shirt he looks more cozy but somehow more exhausted. Grabbing his hands you lead him to the couch "sit" you gently command with your hands on his shoulders pushing him down to the couch. "wha-" Frank opens his mouth to protest before you cut him off as you walk back to the kitchen
"I swear to god Frank if you move from that couch I'm gonna be mad" you say as sternly as you can looking back at him. Frank puts both his hands up in surrender and a little smirk as he relaxes his head back on the couch. You pour a mug of steaming ginger and clove tea and bringing it over to him.
"here, it'll help with your throat" you much more softer than your previous tone, handing the mug over to Frank.
"My throats fine honey" he says, voice strained, staring at the TV, he looks back at you when he feels your eyes bore into the side of his head. "okay.. okay" he sighs wrapping both of his big hands around the warm mug. His head falls over the steam of the mug as he takes a big inhale of the spicy aroma before he takes a sip and sighs in relief. He looks up at you with his eyes full of an apology for being a grump.
You smile at him, running your thumb over his cheek, your big baby "soups almost done frankie, just stay right here and let me make you better okay?" you coo at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek before heading back into the kitchen. Frank feels his heart warm a little, from the tea that he's sipping on or from the way you love him and care for him.. he doesn't know.
A few minutes later you look over to the couch and see Frank knocked out. His head on the pillow with his dark strands of hair messily matted over his head and the empty mug on the coffee table. You turn the stove off and bring a bowl of hot soup over, gently placing it down on the coffee table you sit beside him. Your hand over his forehead again checking his fever, luckily the medication is working and it seems to be going down a little.
"baby" you whisper, gently patting his shoulder to coax him back awake. His eyes open blearily with a sharp inhale "y'okay honey?" he asks, voice slightly panicked. You smile a little, his first instincts always being to check on you.
"im fiiine frankie, you gotta eat - c'mon, sit up a little for me" you ask. He pushes him self up with a sigh as you adjust the pillows behind his back. You pull the coffee table closer and scoop up spoonful of soup, holding the bowl under the spoon you bring it up to Frank's mouth. He looks down "looks good baby, wish I could smell it" he says
He opens up, keeping his eyes on you with a small grin. He swallows down the first spoonful before taking the bowl from you. "thank you for taking care of me baby" he says, placing a soft kiss on your hand. You plant yourself right beside him, your eyes stay on him as he slurps the whole bowl down. The last one goes down with a big sigh as he places the bowl back down on the coffee table.
"hows your head feeling?" you ask, carding your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes leaning into your touch. "bit better baby, thank you" he smiles, his voice coming out congested. "get some sleep okay?" you say before attempting to get up, but you feel Franks paws pull you back down to the couch.
"fra-" you start he cuts you off
"stay here" he mumbles. You plop back down on the couch back against the other arm rest as he sprawls out on top of you. His big arms wrap tightly around your waist as he settles between your legs, resting his head on your tummy.
You can't help the smile that forms on your face when you look down at him "my big baby" you coo at him, running your hands through his fingers. He replies with a kiss on your tummy over your t-shirt. "you gonna wear a nurse costume for me when I wake up?" he asks trying to be cheeky but his voice comes out groggy. "mm if you're lucky" you laugh.
You stay like that for a few hours, his burly arms staying tightly wrapped around you with the sound of his soft snores filling the room.
He really was your big baby.
a/n: WHO DO I HAVE TO GET ON MY KNEES FOR TO MAKE SOUP FOR THIS MAN PLEASE GOD LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM
