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babyjakes · 2 years
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more than a score.
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | bad grades
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!student!reader
warnings | frank is sfw daddy only per usual, college student!reader, reader does poorly on an exam and gets upset, negative self-talk, frank is so soft we all deserve a frank <3, all those sweet little names he calls her like "honeybee" :'-), my personal math trauma insertion, the title rhyming makes me feel so silly goofy it's embarrassing lol
word count | 1,285
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an | okay so originally this was gonna be steve but thennnnn i kind of just spiralled after seeing a gifset of frank being soft with mary so ;'-) it is what it is lol, i hope you guys like this one!!! this one's for the girlies who are getting their asses kicked by school rn!! i love you and so does frank!!!
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Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door, Frank raised a brow in question as he looked out through the doorway to the kitchen and the rest of the house. From what he could see, most of the lights were off, a strange sight he couldn't remember the last time he had come home to. "Honey?" he called out, his worry only growing as he received no response.
Making his way through the house, he scanned each room for you. Through the kitchen, then the living room, and then down the hallway. When he could finally see the faint glow of light coming out from underneath your shared bedroom door, he sighed a bit in relief.
Pausing to knock, he called out again for you, "Sweetheart? You in there?"
Curled up on the maroon loveseat over in the reading corner, you raised your head weakly off your pillow for only a moment. When you couldn't manage a response, the door opened slowly, revealing a slightly panicked-looking Frank. At the sight of you wrapped up under a blanket in the fetal position, your eyes still puffy from apparent tears, the man instantly rushed over to you, crouching down to sit on the floor beside the couch to bring you face to face.
"Honey, honey, hey-" he fussed over you gently, reaching out a hand to brush back your hair, "what's going on, y/n? You look like you've been crying."
Nodding, you scooted forward a bit to lean your head on your daddy's shoulder, tucking your face into the side of his neck as he hummed, "Hey honeybee, c'mere." Slowly wrapping his arms around you, he carefully collected you off the couch, standing up to take your previous place with you now in his lap as he cradled you. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, "I've got you, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's goin' on, pumpkin? Hmm? Did something happen?"
Not able to face him to give him an answer, you once again tucked your head away into his shirt to hide your face, reaching a hand out to point over in the direction of the end table that sat to the side of the couch. Following your gesture with his gaze, Frank's eyes landed on your laptop that still sat open, the screen having dimmed from sitting untouched for too long. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up, pulling it over to set it on top of your legs as he wiggled the mouse.
As the screen lit up, a knowing look formed on the man's face. Reading over the small table displayed in the opened window, he found the dreaded D score that he could guess brought on your pitiful state. "Oh bubba..." his voice trailed off sympathetically as his free hand came up to rub your back. Looking down at you as you hid away in shame, Frank's face softened. "Sweet girl, can you come out and talk to me?" Feeling a fresh round of tears coming on at the tenderness of your daddy's voice, you swallowed hard, clinging to the safety the darkness of his (now damp) button-down provided. "C'mon, honey. You're okay, just wanna help you feel better, honeybee."
Sniffling, it took everything in you to finally find your voice; it trembled as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy."
"What? What are you saying sorry for, sweetheart?" the man soothed as he continued to run his hand up and down your back over your blanket.
"Kn-know it's a bad score, Daddy. Know I did a b-bad job. Didn't mean to, tried really h-hard and... studied a lot but... just... c-can't do math, Daddy. 'm no good at it," you whimpered.
"No baby, hey," Frank shook his head as he pulled back from you slightly, a gentle hand coming up to hold your cheek to prevent you from hiding away again. "Look at me, bubba. C'mon, this is important." Your eyes remained lowered, forcing him to tilt your chin up ever so slightly to finally catch your gaze. "Baby," he breathed, his eyes so full of love and sincerity. "You did not do a bad job. You did your best," he reminded you. "I know you did, honey. I know how hard you studied, how much you did to prepare. You worked so hard. And I'm so proud of you, y/n. Daddy's so proud of you."
"But..." you protested softly, bottom lip starting to wobble again.
Shaking his head, Frank's voice was the gentlest thing you'd ever heard as he started speaking again before you could finish your thought. "No, sweet girl. No 'but's, Daddy is always proud of you when you do your best. And you can do math, baby. You've been doing this math all semester; it was just one hard test. Now it'll be a new unit, with new things to learn. And if you want, Daddy can help you study and get ready for your next test, okay? We'll both do our best, bubba. I'm sure with the two of us putting our brains together, we can get your grade up with the next exam."
Bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes, you nodded, the promise of having your daddy's help on the next unit making you feel slightly more optimistic about continuing through the semester. "Still think I'm smart?" you asked weakly, a tinge of heartbreak appearing on Frank's face as he stroked your cheek softly.
"Of course I do," he whispered, thumbing away at a few stray tears as they dropped down from the corners of your eyes. "Think you're the smartest cookie I know, baby. But you know what else I think? Something way more important than just being smart?"
"Hm?" you hummed curiously, a genuine smile forming on the man's face as he continued.
"I think you're kind. I think you're loving. I think you're so hard-working, so dedicated. I think you're clever, and funny, and a wonderful friend. I think you've got the biggest, bravest heart. Along with your beautiful mind. Of course I think you're smart, y/n; I think you're brilliant in every possible way. But I think you're more than that too, honey. I think you're more than some silly test score; that's no way to measure how smart you are, anyway. Remember what I told you about those damn SAT's?"
That made you giggle a bit as you nodded. Having been a former college professor, Frank surely had firmly established opinions on standardized testing in the country at large, though a lot of times his views on assessment styles could also be shrunk down and applied to things like the math exam just as easily. "They're a scam, Daddy. They don't measure anything important," you recited what you could remember.
"That's right, baby," he affirmed proudly, earning another giggle from you as he nodded with a mock-serious looking face. "A lot of times tests aren't a great way to measure smartness. I know you were understanding the concepts when you were studying, baby. You did such a good job when you showed me all those problems you did."
"The questions were phrased funny," you admitted. "I lost a lot of points because I interpreted them wrong."
"See? You can't beat yourself up for it, baby. I won't let you," he declared.
"Okay Daddy," you hummed, finally feeling a little more at peace with the whole situation as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him a squeeze. "No more beating myself up, I promise."
"Good," Frank smiled gently at you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "No one gets to be mean to my honeybee, not on my watch."
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rodrikstark · 2 years
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congratulations on 2.5k followers bestie!! 💖🌹
i just want to request something sweet and soft with my Frankie. it can be short i don’t mind just some cute moments, maybe frank takes care of you - or something like that?
frank adler x gn!reader (fluff)
a/n: frank taking care of you???? say no more bestie ✋😌💕 thank you for all your support of my writing, i love you lots!!!
warnings: the vaguest mention of vomiting (seasickness)
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“do you want some?” mary asks, offering her purple water bottle.
“thanks—” you shake your head. “but i think if i open my mouth, i’m gonna—”
her eyes widen with fear, cutting your dread short. “i’ll get frank.”
instant regret. interrupting her uncle requires the boat to come to a lurching stop, exacerbating the current crisis inside your stomach. you grind your teeth and mutter to yourself as frank shuffles to get to you. “mary. don't touch that steering wheel," he reminds her firmly.
“i’m just pretending!” 
frank joins you on the plastic bench along the starboard side, placing a cautionary amount of distance between you. “hey.”
“hi, frankie,” you sing, fake sweetness thinly veiling your distress. you bury your face in your hands.
“here.” his palm feels fiery against your skin. he guides you until your temple rests against the safety railing, and the cool metal makes you shiver. “keep your head there and look out into the distance.”
it’s nice, you guess. the florida sun falling away and patterning the sky with shades of orange that slowly creep towards blue. the boat rocks not-so-unbearably beneath your skull, tilting the horizon back and forth. “you think a romantic sunset is gonna cure me?”
he ignores your quip. typical frank. “do you know what causes motion sickness?”
“no.” you don't really want to know. you just want it to stop.
“you’re feeling motion from the boat, but you’re not seeing it.” he rubs comforting patterns over your spine. “‘cause you keep looking at your damn phone.”
if you weren’t certain that any sudden movement would mean losing your dinner, you’d shoot him a vicious look. “you’re too busy working and not paying attention to me."
watching frank was only so entertaining before you got bored. studying the way he wiped sweat off his brow, only to accidentally paint on some grease in its place. his deep, frustrated groans. and his big strong hands, which tugged up his loose jeans after every time he bent over to—
“your perception,” frank starts, brushing some sweat off your forehead, “doesn’t match up with what you believe you're experiencing.” he punctuates this with a playful tap to your nose. “and your brain doesn’t like mixed signals.”
“sounds very philosophical, professor adler."
“i’ll get us on land as fast as i can,” he promises. “you gotta hold strong for us, though.” 
“and then you’ll pay attention to me,” you mumble happily.
he laughs. “yeah, baby, then i’m all yours.”
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part of my 2.5k follower celebration :)
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masterlist
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Guys....
When and if I reach 2680?
I'll do something for you beautiful people!
I'll do a drabble!
Choose from any of my stories or any Chris characters or the dorkus himself!
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venusstorm · 2 years
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I’m sitting here thinking about playing “guess who” *glory hole edition* with dilf Ari and his friends.
𐐪𐑂 18+
Okay hear me out.
-They’ve been fucking you for weeks now and each one handles you so differently.
-Ari and Curtis would be absolutely filthy pounding into you, filling your tight cunt together until you’re screaming. *they’d also love the feeling of their dicks gliding against each other*
-Lloyd just wants to see you cry on his cock. Let’s be honest.
-Andy and Frank would be such soft doms. They’d motivate you to keep bouncing, Frank shoving his cock in your mouth and guiding it down your throat until you’re gagging. 
“You can take it, Princess. Love when our pretty baby soaks her panties.”
-Andy would try and shove himself in your ass. He’d love how tight it is and he swore you always came faster that way. 
-And Ransom? He loves slapping his dick on your face, smashing you against his balls and forcing you to suck onto them roughly. He’s even tried to shove them in your cunt a few times.
-And then finally, Ari gets the bright idea to put your pussy and ass on display and nothing else.
-They’d fuck you one by one and your job is to figure out which one’s currently behind you.
-They’d be so competitive about it too, trying to see which one can make you squirt the fastest.
-You’re trying to listen to their grunts and moans but the walls are too thick to truly hear who’s behind it.
-And you’re so messy by the end of it, cum coating your backside and splashing onto the wall, your own spend dripping into a puddle.
-And if you get any of them wrong…oh you’re gonna pay for it.
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yeaaa this one might have to become a full story
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔
🎄christmas masterlist🎄
warning - smut, tiny elf male, human reader, stalker behaviour, elf goes flying, elf also using reader as a trampoline, slight somno, slight fluff, reader gets knocked out by dumbass tiny man, a special appearance.
18+ only please, thanks to @lavender-annd-lilac for giving me an idea on what to write for frank, the gif and header aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Frank zooms through your house, his pointed ears twitching as he hears Christmas music coming from the lounge room. An excited grin appears on his face as he heads in that direction. He peeks his head from behind the wall. Frank’s eyes sparkle with glee as they land on your dancing form. Never knowing someone to be so free and beautiful, the room lights up as if you're glowing. For a few moments, he just stares until the shine of something catches his attention.
Frank looks over, his face lighting up, when he notices some golden tinsel lying on the floor. An excited squeak leaves his mouth as he sprints toward the object, squealing as he moves closer to it. Frank flops onto the tinsel, wrapping his tiny hands around it as he begins to tug, similar to a cat but much tinier and human-like. 
“So pretty!” He’s so distracted that he doesn’t notice you moving toward it, nor that it seems to wrap around your ankle, causing you to trip and fall. The action causes Frank to be flung into the air, and a panicked squeal leaves his lips. The sound of a thud comes from where you fell, and the tiniest thud comes from where Frank lands. 
Frank groans, blinking away the stars in his vision, a pout forming on his face as Frank wasn’t expecting to fly today. When his vision clears, Frank looks around, his eyes widening when they land on you and your exposed form. The feel of his cock twitching in his small black tights causes his gaze to quickly flicker down, only to look back up again, not wanting to ever look away from the sight in front of him. 
There you lie, near the Christmas tree knocked out from the fall. Your cute oversized Marvel shirt is flipped, exposing your pretty little pussy and your plump ass. 
Frank quickly jumps up, ignoring the slight pain and dizziness in his head. He excitedly runs over to where you lie. He leans forward, and his tiny finger pokes your cheek before he climbs onto your body. 
He strips from his tights, cock throbs as it springs free. Frank feels giddy as he feels a bounce on your cheek. Like a child, he decides to use your ass as a trampoline. For a split second, he forgets about his hardened cock and how he wants to mark you as he jumps up and down. 
Overjoyed squeals leave his lips before he slowly stops and lies stomach first on your body. His tiny hands grip your plumpy flesh. Squeezing and kneading it as he slowly ruts into you, soft moans escape his lips as the pleasure spreads through his body and becomes too much for him. Frank’s eyes roll back, his tiny little hips moving faster than they ever have before. 
Frank opens his mouth, his teeth clamping down onto your flesh as tingles shoot through his tiny body and down to his thick throbbing member. It feels so good that goosebumps rise throughout him, and his heavy sacks begin to tighten when he feels his end approaching rapidly. Frank should feel embarrassed by how quickly this will end, but the pleasure is too overwhelming to care.
Gripping as tightly as he can, Frank grunts as his member throbs and twitches wildly. Warm white cum shoots from his thick mushroom tip and covers your plump flesh. He lies there for a while, catching his breath before he stands, looking down at the masterpiece he created. A joyful smile graces his appearance as he leans down and spreads his cooling seed across your skin. Soft, cheeky giggles escape him. 
Once everything is done, Frank jumps down and pulls his tights back up his lower half before placing a delicate kiss onto your side. He continues to giggle as he runs off into the night, planning for the next time the rest of them will see you. As he exits, his eyes connect with his boss’s, and he shoots the giant man a slight wink and smile, topping it off with a small wave.
The more giant man grunts, strutting over to where you lie unconscious. He bends down and picks up your tiny body, loving how much smaller you are than him, huffing when he notices Frank's damage to your place and your pretty little head. The man cradles you carefully as he begins to walk in the direction of your room, gently placing you down onto your soft bed and tucking you in. Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead gently, wishing you sweet dreams.
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thank you for reading!
feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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theycallmebecca · 5 months
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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡
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If this drabble had a theme song it would be Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero, specifically the line 'Hi, I'm the problem, it's me' because I literally started writing this drabble the day I got this request back on the 18th and the ending eluded me until today...
Never the less, I have prevailed! And I bring you some Frank Adler grumpiness.
Title: New Traditions
Pairing: Frank Adler x reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 
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"What do you mean you think fall is overrated?” You stared at your boyfriend in shock.
“The colors are nice, I guess,” Frank Adler replied with a shrug. “But I don’t get the fuss.”
You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to remind him that he’d grown up in fucking New England, one of the most picturesque places in the entire fucking world to experience fall and then shut it when you remembered why the two of you were even in New England in October.
Mary’s monthly weekend with her grandmother.
You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything about Frank’s mother and tried to mask your face, but you could see Frank’s lips twitch as he tried to fight smiling himself.
“It’s ok, you can call her a bitch if you want to,” Frank said with a grin. “I’ve said worse. To her face.”
“I will not stoop to her level,” you said, pulling your shoulders back. “I’m just glad I’m part of yours and Mary’s lives now and can help you both experience the parts of life that were kept from you.”
“Like what?” Frank asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
“Experiencing fall the way it’s fucking meant to be spent!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, just everything that makes fall fun!”
Frank gave you a look that said he wasn’t convinced.
“Trust me, by the time I’m done showing you and Mary everything you’ve missed, you’ll be begging me to show you more and, not only that, but making a huge weekend of it every single year,”  you promised.
With Mary busy with her grandmother for the weekend, you and Frank went to a local haunted house and then watched a couple scary movies. While he refused to admit he was enjoying himself, you could tell that he was.
By the time you guys were back in Florida, Mary was on board for experiencing a true fall and you knew that would seal the deal for Frank. If there was anything that made your grumpy boyfriend happy, it was seeing his niece enjoying her childhood, something that both he and her mother had missed out on.
You spent the week planning a weekend full of fall-related fun for the three of you, some of which you shared with Frank and Mary, but other parts you decided to keep as a surprise.
When the weekend finally arrived, the three of you got up early and headed out for the first day of fun. You’d found a farm not too far away that had an actual pumpkin patch as well as hayrides, a corn maze, and a farm store.
Just as you had expected, it was an instant hit for Mary. It was a harder sell for your grumpy boyfriend, but, eventually, even he was enjoying himself, though you weren’t sure if it was because he’d gotten into the fall celebration or if it was just because he was happy that Mary was happy.
By the end of that first day, you knew that you’d just stated a new, annual, family tradition.
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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years
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Oh look who’s popped in to say hello, it’s your hubby. Looks like he needs a little cheering up 🥺
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Ohhh my grumpy hubby i love him so much (i love you more tho, my pretty Em)
this makes me want to write a drabble so here I go:
pairing: Husband!Frank Adler x reader
FLUFF
Frank came home tired, after a hectic day. It was late, you were in bed, waiting for your husband.
You could hear Frank entering the house using his key, probably hoping you were asleep, he didn’t like to keep you up late, well unless of course he had other plans (ahem ahem)
Mary was asleep, and you know Frank told you to go to bed as well, in case he was late, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to wait for your husband, you cherished these little moments with him
You opened the door of your bedroom, Frank looked at you with a sigh which was soon replaced by an apologetic smile.
“Hey handsome.” You rubbed his back softly, moving your hand upwards to his fluffy hair which was sweaty at that moment, while he kept his head on the crook of your neck, arms across your waist, holding you close, as the two of you stood in quietly the living room.
“Come on, let’s go in.”
Frank took a quick shower and joined you on the bed. He immediately pulled you close as he nuzzled your face with his nose.
“You should have gone to bed sugar.” You placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I wasn’t sleepy.” Frank smiled and kissed your jaw.
You both cuddled for some time, he talked about his day, you talked about yours.
“I love you Frankie, and I think you’re the best.” Frank tried to speak up but you put a finger on his lips.
“I love you sugar, you’re the best.” Frank captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
“Go to sleep, we can continue this tomorrow okay?” Frank pouted but agreed. Adorable.
Cuddling together, you both soon drifted off to sleep.
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onsunnyside · 2 years
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So I remember seeing an anon ask about boat daddy being in cruel (great idea btw)
But could you imagine reader and the band of dilfs renting a boat out and going on the lake - Jake and his friends could be on another boat or something we don’t really care about him or what he’s doing let’s be honest. But anywho this rented boat mysteriously breaks down in the middle of the lake (Bucky or ari probably pulled out the spark plug, idk if that’s even the right term I’m not a mechanic heh) BUT fear not cause dirty boat daddy frank is to the rescue and arrives at the scene in perfect time and tries to get reader to calm down in his special way -maybe some denim jeans help her out? Eventually the boats get fixed and all is well and we’ve collected a new dilf on the way 🥴
AHH YESS !!
Jacob and his friends use the rented boat bc Ari takes great care of his ofc. fast forward, it breaks down or whatever so the diffs and the boys switch boats, Ari takes them back to the campsite while you're there with Andy and Bucky as they try to fix it, and boom, a handsome soft smiling man comes to the rescue.
His name is Frank and he can't ignore that fact that you're sitting in the lap of a man who looks old enough to be your father (ain't that suspicious...).
Then, Andy being, well Andy, starts touching you through your bikini bottoms, dutifully distracting Frank who's trying to fix the boat with Bucky. It isn't until you start whimpering and riding his fingers that Frank's brain short circuits.
"You can watch, you know. She loves being watched." Andy's got one hand wrapped around your neck, keeping you upright as you meet Frank's eyes. "Fuck, she's so tight, even after you and Ari fucked her."
Bucky licks his lips, entranced by your rolling hips and quivering thighs, "She begged for both of us at the same time, but I think she wants someone different right now."
Andy nods at Frank who's pants have gotten significantly tighter. "What do you say, man? Want to fulfill her wishes?"
Later when you all arrive back to camp (on the now fixed boat), you're missing your bikini bottoms and there's one extra chair for dinner that night.
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paperweight91 · 3 months
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Since I’m off work of the next week, I thought I would open up the asks for some drabble prompts!
Send me a scenario with or without a CE character and let’s see if I can actually drabble and not turn it into a one-shot!!!
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syntheticavenger · 2 years
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WTSGD - CLAY, Alessia Cara
Darkest Blue
Word Count: 500
Warnings: None, angst, some tears.
Frank Adler x Female Reader
Summary | A bad day means needing comfort.
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The sun is already setting when you accelerate, wiping away your tears while you focus on the road. Work is now a distant memory, the echoes of your rude co-worker still ringing in your ears while you weave through the traffic, the sea glistening from your view. Usually that sight cheers you up but nothing seems to work at the moment. You thought you were two steps ahead, finally on your way to a promotion that you’ve been working for.
After all, you’ve sacrificed so much. Your social life is non-existent, scrolling through social media to watch your friends hang out together as you hover over the buttons to react before the familiar feeling of being left out takes over. You can’t remember how many times you’ve had to close the apps to give yourself a breather because it feels like you’re drowning in your sorrows. You’ve put in countless hours to be available for any projects, taking on responsibilities and missing your treasured date nights that you fought tooth and nail to keep.
But as your co-worker reminded you earlier, she’s more of a shoe-in than you. She’s right, you think, feeling a stray tear slide down your cheek. She’s got the boss’ ear and she’s usually picked for the first projects or the one in charge when he’s not present. You stop short of calling it favoritism but the word still lingers in the back of your mind. But to hear it, to have it be confirmed as you leave for the day, still makes you feel small, especially knowing that she’s going on a business trip with the higher ups.
Not you.
But you have to hold your head high, even if the tears well up in your eyes again. This is your treasured date night and you have to put on a brave face. You don’t want to bring this night down with your worries. Not when he’s waiting for you to meet him. As the stars appear in the sky, you pull into the diner, hanging your head for a moment to try to remind yourself to keep it together.
A slight knock on the door jolts you, your beloved boyfriend giving you a smile before his expression falters at your tears. It does you no good to try to keep it together once the door is opened, Frank leaning in to unbuckle your seatbelt, the hint of his faint cologne a comfort as he helps you out of the car.
He does what he always does, holding you close as you feel his hands glide up and down your back as he says nothing, your body pressed against his as his mouth brushes against your forehead.
“Whatever it is, I’m here,” he promises softly, holding you so close that you’re grateful that he won’t let go as all you can do is nod, a lump in your throat as you hold onto him just as close. “I love you and I’m proud of you.”
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babyjakes · 2 years
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | sick
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!reader
warnings | sfw daddy and little relationship, reader has a cold, brief mentions of medicine and nebulizer treatments, one (1) bad nautical pun, frank is so soft it physically hurts 😃
word count | 472
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okay so if you haven’t read my daddy!frank stuff before, here’s the scoop: i only write sfw stuff for frank bc in my mind he is strictly sfw given his role in the movie gifted. something about writing smut for him just doesn’t work for me so whenever i write him as a daddy, it’s strictly in the caregiving role and nothing sexual!! it’s really worked for me and i love the safe!dad vibes he radiates 🥺🫶
so when reader’s sick, the most important thing for frank to do is just be nearby. he knows his baby gets anxious when she’s not feeling well so he cancels all work immediately and stays by her side for as long as she needs 💖
maybe one time reader gets a really bad cough/cold 😔👎 (which i recently had lol) she’s got a runny nose, sore throat, and a bad headache, and it lasts for days 😔😔
frank stays by her side the entire time, mostly snuggled up on the couch during the day. reader’s a little worried about passing the illness into him but he’ll have none of that, “let me hold you, pumpkin. i’ll be okay, need to make sure i’m taking care of my honey bee” 🥺😭
frank’s got the ultimate collection of dvd’s, so she gets to watch all her favorite movies. he also takes a trip to the store to grab all her favorite soft foods: yogurts, puddings, ice cream, soups, etc. maybe he spoon feeds her ice cream as they snuggle, trying to get any food in her just to help keep her strength up. “c’mon, sweetheart. can you take a few more bites for me? know it must feel good on your throat, bubba.”
maybe her favorite stuffie “catches” the sickness too so they need a little care as well 🥺💖 it makes it less scary for reader, to be doing it with her “friend.” so when she has to take medicine, or do a neb treatment, or stuff like that, her teddy bear skipper (see the cute boat pun??🥺) takes a spoonful, gets his own little mask, etc 🥺😭 frank plays right along, knowing it’ll help keep her anxieties at bay
nights when reader’s sick, she get to snuggle up with frank in his bed. usually she sleeps in her own room, since it’s equipped with all her little stuff. but whenever she needs or wants it, frank always lets her join him in his own bed. he keeps a glass of water and a box of tissues on the nightstand, rocking her softly as her eyelids grow heavy. “close your eyes, honey bee. need to get lots of rest so you can feel better soon. the boat’s at the dock waiting for our next big adventure”
🥺💖😭🫶 i LOVE soft!daddy!frank i would DIE for soft!daddy!frank 😔🙏
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stargazingfangirl18 · 3 months
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Pound Town Masterlist
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Pairing: Various CE Fictional Babes x their (different) fem!readers
Summary: In a fucked up omegaverse where omegas are treated more like pets than people, some of our favorite babes make it a little better.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/b/o AU. Some MFM trio pairings. Pet play elements. Various other warnings per story, so be sure to read those.
Status: In progress
🥵 Indicates explicit sexual content. 😈 Indicates dark content
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Forever Home (Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader x Jake Jensen) 🥵
Stray (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)
Obedience (Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Spoiled (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson) 😈
Shelter (Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Rescue (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader) 😈🥵
The Gift (Bryce Langley x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Handpicked (Cole Turner x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Rehoming Strategy (Pete Brenner x Fem!Reader) 😈
Deceive (Frank Adler x Fem!Reader x Nick Vaughan) 🥵
Temptation (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson) 🥵
Relish (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Relief (Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Fem!Reader) 🥵
Invitation (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)
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Drabbles, Headcanons, Imagines, Etc.
When You're Sick (Various Babes)
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jamneuromain · 5 days
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Ari + chest hair + purring like a cat
Thank you dear Hoe Fairy<3
Damn! Ari with his chest hair... a hell of a combination that I can't resist
I present to you:
Lazy Morning
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Warning: Dub-con (since they are married); Actor!Ari Levinson, somno, oral (mentioned just a little), fingering, p in v, fluff and smut.
W/C: ~1.5K
A/N: ...shit I totally forgot about the chest hair part
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A Work in Progress Masterlist
"And the Oscar goes to -" The host paused dramatically, before opening the envelop in his hand and pulling out the sheet of paper that contained the name of the winner for tonight.
"-Ari Levinson, from The Feud!"
The first action, out of sheer surprise, was to look into your soft eyes. Ari saw you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, when your eyes dampened in happiness.
He headed to the stage after kissing and hugging you, shaking hands along the way.
"... I want to thank the director Frank Adler, and our team for making The Feud to happen." He choked on his words, on your name, tears rolled heavy beneath his eyelids, "And to my beautiful wife. You mean the world to me. I love you."
...
Your wet mouth engulfed him inch by inch. Words were a slur of moaning coming out of his lips.
"F-Fuck, honey-"
His cock reached the back of your throat. So soft. So warm.
"Feels good, baby?" You whispered in your sultry voice, "Come down my throat. I want to taste you..."
His hand grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down on his cock. Pushing you down until he was fully seated in your mouth. Until he was on the verge of exploding-.
The sun peeked through the window and the slim creek of the curtains, landing on his skin.
Among the soft incessant buzz of his phone, the faintest of stirring of you in his arms, and the sun, he woke up from slumber.
It took him a moment to recall his memories from last night. Last night was a combination of alcohol, chatting up, and tiring ceremonies.
Right. Ceremony. The Oscar.
Ari scratched his bearded chin. He might have a little problem distinguishing reality from his dream.
The ceremony and the speech, that he remembered. But the fact that you were fully clothed in pyjamas reminded him that the blurry vision he just had - the one where you took him in your mouth - was a dream.
He sighed softly into the back of your neck. The afterparty lasted until three in the morning, and both of you had been too tired to do anything besides getting ready for bed in the early hours. Which led to the fact that he was hard as fuck, and there was nothing he could do about it while you were still sleeping.
You were practically glowing in your sleep, which could be the sun kissing your skin, but still, glowing, peaceful, and he could not believe his luck, marrying you and spending the rest of his life with you.
... on second thought, maybe there was something he could do about it while you were sleeping.
Ari shamelessly slipped his hand beneath your sleeping shorts, prying it down in slow motion, until it was pulled to your knees. His fingers danced around your entrance, carefully rubbing your pussy lips and capturing your clit between his fingers.
You let out a small whine in your sleep, your back pressed to his front a little tighter.
Slick began to gather at his fingertips as he continued his motion of rubbing circles at your most sensitive parts. Ari couldn't help himself but murmur by your ears. He knew you couldn't hear in your dreams, but that didn't stop him from whispering, "So wet for me, honey. I bet you want this as much as I do, yeah?"
As if you could hear him, your walls convulsed and your thighs tightened, before your knee moved higher up on the bed, as if you were granting him access in your sleep.
"Honey..." He murmured, his gaze unwavering, landing on your slick-coated pussy, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're awake and wanting. Such a pretty invitation for me, won't you say?"
He pumped his shaft with the slick on his fingers. The tip slowly sunk itself into your velvety walls, as he grunted due to the tightness.
"Fuck, honey, fuck." Ari panted into your neck. His lips pressed into your soft and smooth skin, trailing his kiss to the point where your neck met your shoulder.
You mewled, clawing his arm that circled your waist, moaning in your sleep: "Ari..."
"Yes, honey, I'm right - umph - here." Ari pushed himself all the way in, his legs wedged between your knees, forcing them to open wide as he bottomed out.
"Ari...?" Your eyelashes batted before blinking your eyes open. Half of your consciousness still drowning in the peaceful sleep you had, and the other half bathing in the wet dream - the wet reality where you woke up with the twisted coil of desire burning in your guts.
The thought of your husband taking you in your sleep only added fuel to the fire. You can feel your pussy clenched down hard on his thick cock when his slow but hard thrust hurt your cervix in the most delicious way possible.
A throaty moan was pushed out of your lips when another thrust rearranged your insides. Your hand clung to the iron clad he had to your waist, preventing yourself from slamming into the headboard.
"Love you so much, honey," He groaned loudly as your body responded to him by moving along the rhythm he set. The filthy squelch as your dripping pussy took all of him in hungrily, pounding the life out of you.
You chanted his name like a prayer when he had you come on his cock, when his cum pumped into you, coating your walls with his spend.
Catching your breath and your mind gradually, your fingers intertwined with his, before turning your head and looking his way: "For a second, I thought it was my birthday."
Ari huffed out a laugh. His beard scratched your jaw as he kissed every inch of your skin he could reach. With the morning sex as a wake-up call, he sure could turn this into a habit for your mutual celebrations. A small smile crept up his lips as he spoke, "I think we have some left-over pie in the fridge, 'course we could make it your birthday."
His phone buzzed again, making him curse under his breath.
"Take it." You teased him softly, tapping your knuckle on his chest, "Otherwise the headline tomorrow would be The Disappearance of Oscar-winner Ari Levinson."
Ari reached his long arm to grab his phone. Scamming through the messages and phone calls, he picked a few to answer briefly before tossing his phone aside, burying his face into your neck, and inhaling deeply.
In a few hours, he would have an interview with Variety, and later iMDb. After that, he would be shipped off to Norway via airplane for his new movie which still needed a few weeks in a god-forsaken forest. While you too had your work later tonight, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you stay with me before I go?"
"Sure." You combed through his hair with your fingers. He grew his hair and beard for his new caveman movie in Norway, and now he was fuzzy all over. Sometimes you wonder whether you have a man for your husband, or that he is merely a werebear that loves to pin you under with his weight, "how much time do we have before you go?"
"My flight takes off at 4:45pm." He grumbled into your neck, "Four, five hours...? When are you needed for work?"
You turned to look at him, "Five-ish."
"Good." His hand splayed possessively over your stomach, "That means we can spend some more time on..." He squeezed your tummy suggestively, "celebration."
You could practically imagine him wiggling his eyebrows as he said so. Chuckling, you placed his hands where they needed to be - your spine, "Celebration should wait," you laid comfortably on your stomach, "someone isn't getting any celebration until they fix my waist - bending me around and all that."
Ari sighed in defeat and started working on the stiff muscles on your back - the fact that he did bend your legs in your sleeping form left him speechless and somewhat embarrassed for springing out on you.
With his magical hands doing their best, it was not long until you started humming in content, and his dick twitched in excitement.
His hands began to descend lower and lower, closer to your ass every time he massaged your back.
"You know, I think the massage would perform one hundred percent if you take your sleeping shirt off." His hand glided dangerously close to your core, before shifting his position and muttering by your ear.
"God, you're awful." A breathy groan left your lips as the knots on your back untwined.
"Too bad, you're not going anywhere," Ari lowered himself to kiss your bare back - this smooth bastard had just flipped your sleeping shirt upwards to grant himself better access, "Mrs. Levinson."
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saiyanprincessswanie · 7 months
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Hello all,
I’m looking to read more variety of characters by Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan. Don’t get me wrong I love Steve and Bucky and I will continue to read them as they are my favorites. But I want to read more of the following characters either by mutuals or new authors that I haven’t read before. Looking for oneshots, drabbles or headcannons.
Here are some examples of characters:
Andy Barber
Ari Levinson
Cole Turner
Curtis Everett
Frank Adler
Jake Jensen
Lloyd Hansen
Mr Freezy
Ransom Drysdale
Chris (Destroyer)
God the bounty hunter
Lee Bodecker
Nick Fowler
So if you or someone you know writes for the characters tag me in your work or send it to me in a DM.
Much love Missy
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Sleepy Prompts Masterlist
A collection of short request drabbles with sleep-themed prompts.
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Andy Barber #33
Alpha Steve and Little One #40
Bodyguard Steve Rogers #31
Alpha Steve and Little One #38
Curtis and Honey #17
Bucky Barnes #30
Alpha Steve and Little One #1 and 3
Andy Barber #7 and 8
Frank Adler #10 and 34
Ari Levinson #40
Nick Gant #43
Steve Rogers #9
Ari Levinson #22
Sleepy Prompt List
Main Masterlist
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theycallmebecca · 1 year
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Drabble: The Five Step Plan
Well this story for @the-slumberparty turned into a BEAST... I can't tell you the last time I've written something this long... it took a few days, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
As I mentioned, this is for @the-slumberparty and the Week 3 challenge to try something new in regards to tropes. The prompt I used was baby/child acquisition, but with exes to lovers.
In the end, this story turned into an AU version of how Frank Adler ended up as the guardian for his niece Mary. So not only was it new tropes for me, but also more dramatic and emotional than I normally get. Hence the warnings.
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Title: The Five Step Plan
Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some language, AU version of how Frank became Mary's guardian, minor character death but mostly dealing with the fallout from said death
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 
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The call came in minutes before Frank was due on stage for a discussion panel at a conference.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Adler, there’s been a car accident," the police officer said. "Your sister's car was sideswiped and she did not make it.”
“My niece? Mary? Is she… is she ok?” he panicked.
“She’s fine, she wasn’t in the car,” the police officer answered but there was a hesitancy in his voice.
“What's going on?!” Frank demanded.
“She was the one who called to report it,” the police officer said. “It happened right in front of her.”
“Oh Mary!” Frank cried out, his heart breaking in two for his 13-year-old niece. “Where is she now?”
“She’s currently at the hospital, she insisted on riding with her mother,” the police officer said. “She threatened to sue the city for child abandonment if they didn’t take her with… she said you were in California.”
“My wife,” he heard himself say. “I’ll call my wife, she’ll come get Mary and do whatever needs to be done.”
“Give her my number, I’ll wait for her call,” the police officer said, his voice sounding relieved.
Frank mumbled goodbye and then hung up, totally numb. His sister was dead. Gone forever and…
“Mr. Adler? They’re ready for you,” a voice said from behind him.
Frank turned and somehow managed to say, “I can’t. I have to leave. My sister…” He couldn’t say the word, so he just said, “accident. Bad.”
Then he fled. It wasn’t until he was in the privacy of his hotel room that he called you. Technically, you were still his wife, even though the two of you had been in a trial separation for almost six months. But he knew you loved Mary, too, and would drop everything to rush to her.
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You got to the hospital less than twenty minutes after hanging up with Frank. The police officer was waiting for you and within minutes you were reunited with Mary.
The teenager was wearing her signature brave face until she saw you, then she melted, the events of the afternoon catching up to her. You rushed to her side and gathered her into your arms, giving into your own emotions as she sobbed.
Eventually, the police officer cleared his throat and apologetically said that there were some legal things you had to take care of on behalf of Frank before you could take Mary home.
“I want to go, too,” Mary said, standing up. “I don’t want to be left alone.”
You nodded your head and gave the police officer a look that said not to argue. After all, Mary had already seen her mother immediately following the accident.
An hour later, you unlocked the front door of Frank’s condo, the place you’d called home for five years. You ushered Mary to the master bedroom and then held her until she cried herself to sleep.
It was only once she was asleep that you called for more help, asking your best friend to go to Mary and her mom's apartment and get their cat Fred and pack a bag of clothes for Mary.
You knew Frank wasn’t the biggest fan of cats, but you also knew he wouldn’t make his niece give up her cat, not after losing her mom.
As you waited for your friend to show up, you wandered around the condo and eventually realized that Frank hadn’t changed a thing in the six months since you’d moved out.
It made you both mad and sad that he hadn’t changed anything, because it just reaffirmed to you the choice you’d made to walk away. You weren’t a materialistic person in the least, but you wanted to be loved and appreciated and Frank wasn’t good at expressing love or appreciation. You’d hoped your walking away would wake him up, but it clearly hadn’t.
You heard Fred yowling in protest before your friend knocked on the door. Getting up, you let her in and took the cat carrier from her.
“Shh, Fred,” you whispered to the cat. “Mary needs you.”
The cat quieted instantly and didn’t fight you as you pulled him out of the carrier. You carried him down the hall to Frank’s room and set him on the bed.
He made soothing cat noises as he walked towards Mary and then he snuggled up close to her. You held your breath until you saw Mary’s shoulders visibly relax and knew that Fred was exactly what she had needed.
Leaving the room, you helped your friend with the rest of Mary’s stuff, putting it all in the guest room.
“Do you want me to stay until Frank gets here?” your friend offered.
You shook your head and said, “We’ll be fine.”
Your friend gave you a look that said she didn’t believe you, but she gave you a hug and made you promise to call if you needed anything.
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It had taken Frank nearly twelve hours, but he was finally home. He took the stairs two at a time and quietly let himself into the condo since it was nearly 5 in the morning.
He set his bag down and he made his way to the guest room, where he assumed you’d put Mary to bed. He was surprised, therefore, to find the door open and the room empty save for things he recognized from Mary's room from her apartment.
Turning towards the master bedroom, he crossed the hall and turned the handle slowly. Stepping inside, he was surprised to find Mary alone, though a telltale purr alerted him to the presence of Fred, too.
He was annoyed for half a second before it dawned on him that of course you’d put Mary in his bed. The girl had been through a traumatic experience and you’d both agreed to take her some place she knew that wasn’t home. He hadn’t been there, but the bed had smelt like him, which would have helped calm Mary more.
Stepping out of the room, he pulled the door closed and made his way to the heart of the condo, only seeing the blankets folded up on the couch as he passed.
Hearing noises in the kitchen, he followed them and found you in the kitchen starting coffee and wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.
You finished with the coffee pot and then turned towards him, your face showing the same grief that he knew his own showed, too.
He crossed the room and wrapped you in a hug, both of you giving into your grief.
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You’d been in the waiting room the day Mary had been born and she had stolen your heart the first time you'd held her. She wasn’t your niece biologically, but she had been the one to make you an aunt and the two of you had had a special bond because of that.
Therefore, there was no way in hell you were going to abandon her when she needed you the most. Even if it meant having your heart rebroken nearly every day loving a man who would never love you back the way you deserved to be loved.
The first few weeks had been the hardest. The funeral had been planned and then had taken place. You and Frank had packed up his sister’s apartment, all of her things going into boxes in his garage while Mary’s stuff was unpacked in the guest room.
Then, at the will reading, you and Frank had found out that his sister still had you and Frank named as Mary’s legal guardians. You'd known she’d made the change following their mother’s passing, but you’d assumed she would have changed it when you and Frank had separated. Obviously, she hadn’t.
“I’ll move into my office,” Frank offered one evening after Mary was in bed and you were preparing to go home to your apartment. “You can move into the bedroom. It’s the only thing that makes sense when you’re here all day.”
You wanted to argue, but you were starting to get worried about Mary. She was seemingly just going through the motions and you were sure having both you and Frank within reach at a moment's notice would be helpful.
“Ok,” you said. “For Mary.”
And thus, that weekend, you moved back into your old home and went to bed in the bed that had been yours and Frank’s. The bed that smelled like him and made your heart hurt even more.
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After you'd moved out of the condo, Frank had spent as little time there as possible, choosing to stay late in his office at the university over being bombarded with memories at the cold, sterile condo he lived in.
Now with you back in the condo and the addition of Mary, and even Fred, the condo was quickly becoming the place that Frank wanted to be. He adjusted his office hours at the university, mostly so he could take Mary to her therapy appointments, but also so he could spend time with the two of you.
Losing his sister had made him realize that he had been a fool to let you go without a fight. Thanks to a few therapy sessions, he had an idea of where things had gone wrong and he was determined to fix them.
Step one was spending more time with you, and Mary.
Step two was proving that he still loved you.
Step three was proving that the two of you couldn't live without each other.
Step four was getting you to fall in love with him again.
Step five was recommitting yourselves to each other.
He was going to do it.
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You were looking through your list of text messages for something for work when you saw Frank's sister's name and guilt flooded you at the message next to it.
Promise me you'll never give up on him.
The two of you had been catching up, just days before the accident, and she'd sent that message and you hadn't replied.
"I'm sorry," you whispered to her spirit. "I should have replied, I was just scared."
Despite the awkward situation of being a sister-in-law and friend, she'd been as supportive as she could. She never pressured you for information, but was always willing to listen when you needed to talk to someone who understood Frank as well as you did, if not better.
"You're probably laughing up there," you muttered. Not over being gone from her daughter, of course, but over forcing her brother and you back together with no option but to spend lots of time together.
To Frank's credit, things were different now than they had been before you'd walked away. He was more attentive and, while he wasn't overzealous with his emotions, he wasn't as stoic as he had been before. There was not a single night that he sent Mary to bed without telling her that he loved her.
The changes you saw in him, made your heart hurt a little less each day and gave you a little more hope that things would all work out in the end.
"I promise," you whispered. "I won't give up on him."
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It took six months of hard work, but Frank successfully got through the first four steps of his plan to get you back. It hadn't been as simple as he originally outlined, at least not after he'd let you in on the plan and you'd made your own suggestions. But in the end, the two of you had made it to the other side stronger than ever.
On the anniversary of the day you walked away from him, the two of you decided to renew your vows in a spur of the moment ceremony with just you guys and Mary in the backyard of the house you'd purchased together.
Mary insisted upon you both dressing up and said she'd take care of the wedding vows, which turned out to be a pair of wedding themed mad libs that she had gotten you both to fill out under the guise of being bored.
Needless to say, the intimate ceremony had been perfect, even though you and Frank had been crying from hysterical laughter rather than the normal emotions associated with weddings.
But finally, once you had all calmed down, you and Frank had sealed the crazy vows with a kiss.
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