Scared For Him - Frank Castle
Summary: Frank has to go away for work, but you have a hard time with him leaving.
Warnings: angst, slight swearing, mentions of not eating, crying, a little fluff, nicknames
Word Count: 1.3K
You wake up to the sunlight peeking through the blinds of your New York apartment windows. You slightly groan as you roll over, expecting to cuddle into your boyfriend, Frank. But his usual spot is empty. Already cold.
That’s right, you realize, Frank had to leave for another job. This meant a whole week without any calls, texts or even seeing Frank. You had no idea where he was or if he was safe. And knowing Frank, the latter probably wasn’t true.
You grumble as you kick out of the sheets and get ready to start your week. You work remotely, which was basically the only way you could’ve convinced Frank to let you keep working. Knowing that you’re staying inside in your safe apartment, kept him at peace. Especially when he was away.
You start to get ready for work as you get a ding on your phone that a package was left at your door. Your feet slap the floor as you pad your way over to the door. Checking the peep hole quickly and undoing the 5 extra locks Frank had installed for extra measures, you open the door. You find a bouquet of red roses surrounded with baby’s breath and a note.
“See you on Friday. Love you baby
-F”
This was Frank’s routine, on the morning that he left for an extended period of time, he would leave you flowers with a note. You smell them and sigh into them. At least it was only 5 days instead of the original full week you were expecting.
The first days were always the hardest. Memories of the sweet weekend you had with Frank play in your head throughout the day. Sometimes you don’t even get full weekends with him. But this last one, you felt like a normal couple. Just you two doing regular couple things, going out to dinner, going to Target, Frank even took you to get a pedicure. But now he’s gone.
Your work day wraps up and you check your phone. Hoping to see a text from your boyfriend, but like you already figured, there was nothing.
You set your phone down a little harsh and sigh.
You make yourself dinner and sit alone at your table. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you force yourself to eat. Only four more nights, you tell yourself.
By Thursday, your sadness and anxiety has grown, usually the day before he comes home is the easiest. You get all excited, still laced with worry of course, but you are usually consumed with happy thoughts of running into Franks arms or planning a surprise for him.
But this time, just a large pit has been growing and growing in your stomach ever since he left. You’ve spent the nights crying yourself to sleep and barely being able to eat because of how worried you are for him. You know he’s the punisher for a reason, but the last time when he came home and he was almost dead, it had freaked you out to another level.
Friday arrives and you can barely bring yourself to get out of bed. You throw on one of Frank’s sweatshirts, taking in his scent and you have to hold back a sob. You comb your hair and log onto work. Staring at the clock every minute.
Evening time rolls around and still haven’t heard anything from Frank. Though, it’s not unusual for him to get back until late.
You sit on the couch and throw on some random reality tv show, hoping to distract you. You’ve been so sleep deprived this week, you start to nod off.
At 8pm keys jiggle in the different locks of your apartment, but you don’t stir at all as you’ve been practically passed out on the couch since work ended.
Frank steps into your dim apartment, taking his boots off at the door.
“Baby?” He calls, but gets no reply.
He walks further into your apartment as he sees the flickering TV lights and you curled up on the couch.
He squats down next to you and presses a kiss to your forehead.
He rubs at your shoulder, whispering “Baby, I’m home.”
You snap awake and jolt a little bit. Eyes stinging and red from all the crying you’ve been doing.
“Frankie?” You mumble.
“Oh baby, what’s wrong? I’m right here, daddy’s home.” He opens his arms for you.
You grab onto his neck and let out a sob. Shaking against him.
“Aw sweets what is it? I’m right here.”
“F- Fran-kie -I -I missed you.” You could barely speak, feeling like a child hiccuping when they cry.
“Shh shh. It’s okay princess. Breathe for me. Big deep breath okay?”
You listen to him and try to take a deep breath in.
He’s rubbing circles on your back as you hold onto him.
“Frankie’s got you sweetheart.” He coos.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He whispers.
You pull back and get a good look at him. Bruises scatter his face, and more tears stream down your face.
“Frankie” you cry “I -I can’t do this.” You cover your face now.
“Can’t do what baby?” He asks, grabbing your hands so he can see you.
“I hate it when you’re gone. I get so anxious, I can barely sleep or eat. I’m so worried you’re going to get hurt. And and look at you, you are hurt.” You blubber to him.
His face twitches into a frown.
“Nah baby, ’m not hurt.” His face softens “You mean to tell me, you didn’t sleep or eat at all while I was gone, because you were scared for me sweetheart?”
You nod looking down. “After last time, I- I just…”
He cuts you off and grabs your chin to look at him “I know princess. I know it was bad last time. But that doesn’t mean you get all worked up over me and not take care of ya self.”
You sniffle, anger starting to grow inside of you “How do you expect me not to Frank. Huh? I fucking love you so much, I can’t stand the thought of you not coming back one of these times.” You’re almost shouting, not quite, but your voice has definitely been raised a few levels.
His hands go to your thighs, rubbing them.
“Sweetheart..”
“Frank.”
“You knew what this was before we got together. You knew what it’s like.”
“Don’t give me that shit Frank. I’m so tired. I need you in my life. I need you home with me living our life, like you said you would. Don’t you remember what you said?”
“Baby,” “No Frank. You said you would stop, and that was over a year ago. And you haven’t.”
“Shit” he exhales.
He did tell you he would slow down and eventually stop. He did at first but then someone new came into town and that didn’t bode well with Frank.
“Frank, I’m serious. It needs to stop.” You sigh grabbing his hand.
He rubs your fingers “You’re right baby. ‘M sorry I didn’t keep my promise. It stops now. I’m done.”
“You swear?” You look up at him through wet lashes.
“Swear princess.” He replies rubbing his rough index finger down your cheek, wiping a tear away.
You throw your arms around his neck and sob even more. You are so relieved.
He picks you up and says “why you cryin still baby?”
“Just relieved.” You sigh into his neck.
“I love you so much pretty girl. Know that right?” He peppers kisses around your neck and side of your face.
“I know Frankie, I know. I love you too.” You say giving him a peck on the lips.
“A’right let’s get some food in ya mama. Since ya haven’t ate since I left apparently.”
He carries you into the kitchen and sets you on top of the counter, leaving kisses all over your face and neck. Only leaving you for short seconds to grab food out of the fridge.
