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rodrikstark · 3 hours ago
mary's kind of resentful of father's day given her horrible, actual dad, so she'd never tell frank happy father's day, which is fine with him, because he's not her father and he's never pretended to be
but she joins him to do the grocery shopping today, asking him to buy chocolate chips, which she brings to roberta's so they can bake cookies and she can carry a warm plate home, and when she finds frank fixing something in the garage (with fred perched on his work table) he just murmurs a distracted thank you and she gives him a tight hug
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dadplease · 23 hours ago
pretty pink trees. [blurb.]
☆ written for eun's 3k blurb night ☆
[disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this this blog. for more information on this blog’s commitment to protecting minors, read eun’s full statement here.]
summary | frank helps you make a special picture when you start to question your choice in marker shade.
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!reader
warnings | ddlg (daddy!frank little!reader), soft!frank (AWW he's so cute i love him), reader gets a little sad, just so fluffy so soft so sweet love love love these vibes B-)
requested by @bluberryboy | Hi friend! Happy blurb night, I’m so proud of you. Could I request a frank Adler with little reader prompt? If you can make the reader gender neutral that’s great, and if not, totally fine. I was thinking maybe little!reader is coloring with frank, and they accidentally use the wrong color and get mad/sad because they feel like they messed up, but frank shows them that they can still make it into a beautiful picture, and at the end they give it to him Daddy!frank makes me vv happy 😊
an | hi friend omg omg omg i'm so happy and excited to write this for you !!!! yes i left out all gendered words so reader is totally gender neutral here friend, tbh writing frank is something i've been putting off for a long time but this sweet sweet request reminds me a lot of baby and her safe!friend!frank and it just think it's so sweet and lovely, thank you so much friend hope you enjoy!!
"Baby," Frank chuckles as you sit happily on his lap, coloring away in your favorite coloring book. "You made the trees pink?"
At the man's innocent words, your face drops, your light-pink marker coming to a halt over the smooth surface of the paper. "L-looks bad?" you whimper, instantly causing the man to shush you, bouncing you gently in his lap as he quickly goes back on his words.
"No, honey. It doesn't look bad at all. They're very pink trees, sweetheart. I was just a little surprised; you usually make all your trees green." Your daddy begins to panic a little as you don't lighten up at his explanation, his strong hands beginning to rub up and down your arms as he prays to himself that he hasn't brought you to the point of tears.
"You're right, Daddy," you mumble, setting your marker down as your wide eyes gaze heavily over the page. "Trees s'pposed to be green. I-I'm sorry."
"No, hey- wait a minute," Frank tries, picking up a pink marker of his own. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to upset you; I love your pink trees so much, pumpkin. They're so pretty... you know what? These could be cherry blossom trees!"
Perking up a bit at his suggestion, you lift your head slightly, watching in wonder as the man begins to draw tiny buds across the pink-covered page. "Look, see? The pink makes the petals on the branches so pretty! What do you think, sweetheart?" he asks hopefully.
"Cherry b'ossoms!" you cheer, starting to help your daddy as together, the two of you fill the clumps of pink with beautiful petaling blossoms. "So pretty," you add, your precious smile now returning to your face as you snuggle into Frank contently.
"So, so pretty, baby," he agrees, leaning down and pressing a kiss into your hair. "See? It all turned out alright, honey. You're so perfect, couldn't make an ugly picture if you tried."
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avengers-hamiltrash · 5 days ago
Please send in headcanon/drabble requests right no, I'm in a writing mood but have no idea what to write!
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theycallmebecca · 10 days ago
Drabble: The Happiest Place on Earth
Today is day 4 of the Chris Evans birthday celebration that’s happening at @the-ce-horniest-book-club​​ and I had to use Frank for this one. (Sorry Ari!)
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Title: The Happiest Place on Earth
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.
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“What would you like to do for Father’s Day?” you ask Frank as the two of you eat dinner with Mary.
“I don’t know, why don’t we let Mary decide,” Frank suggests, turning his attention to his niece turned daughter.
“Why do I have to decide?” the little girl asks, wrinkling her face.
“Because you’re the reason I’m a dad,” he stats. “Without you, I’d just be a man without a kid.”
He reaches over to ruffle her hair but she dodges out of reach at the last second.
She then sticks her tongue out at him, which makes him lunge out of his chair to chase her.
You shake your head at their antics as he chases her around the open concept living/dining/kitchen of the small house the three of you share.
“I got you!” Frank declares and, a moment later, he reappears with Mary in his arms. He drops her back into her seat and then sit down at his own place. 
As if in sync, they each pick up their forks and start eating dinner again, as if they hadn’t just taken a five minute break to chase each other.
It isn’t until after the three of you have finished dinner and are working on the dishes that Mary announces her decision.
“I think we should go to Disney World,” she says. “We can go on the rides, and stuff. But if we made a week out of it, we could go to Epcot too and travel the world. Oh! And see the animals at Animal Kingdom.”
“What do you think, momma?” Frank asks, turning his attention to you. “Think you can get a week off of work?”
“I think that can be arranged,” you reply with a smile.
“YES!” Frank and Mary exclaim, pumping their fist in the air simultaneously.
“What am I going to do with you two?” you ask with a laugh.
“Love us forever,” Marry offers.
“That’s really her only option,” Frank says, matter of factly.
They exchange glances and you feel a shiver race up your spine, because you know that look. That is an Adlers’ planning something look.
Not wasting a single second, you throw the dish towel you were holding at Frank and take off, not even bothering to stay in the house.
They run after you and the three of you run around the yard playing tag for a while before dropping into a tired heap on the front lawn, you on top of Frank and Mary on top of you.
“I love you two,” you tell them.
“We love you, too,” they chorus back before the three of you dissolve into giggles again.
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rodrikstark · 19 days ago
Hellloo! I really love reading your fics, I would like to request the first time meeting Mary with Frank! Thank you for your time, have a nice day!
frank adler x reader (fluff)
a/n: thank you, you're too kind nonnie!! also, thanks for this request, it has ruined me. we're really drowning in frank+mary feelings tn
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you stop at the bottom of the steps leading to the back door of frank’s place. the rattling of his keys opening the door makes it feel too real.
he looks over his shoulder. “what’s wrong?”
your eyes lose focus. “what if she doesn’t like me?”
he bounds back down the steps, encourages you to sit with him, and draws you close to his side. “i won't lie: that’s a strong possibility.”
you whimper. “frank.”
he chuckles. “mary likes like, three people total.” behind you, a gentle meow distracts you from your despair. a one-eyed orange cat squeezes through the crack in the door to rub against your leg, clearly curious. “two, if you don’t count fred as a person.”
you bury a high pitched whine into his neck, scratching fred’s soft fur. “that’s not funny.”
“i like you enough for the both of us,” he mumbles, dotting a kiss to your hairline. “you know that, right?”
fred worms his way into your lap, his whiskers tickling your face as you nod.
frank goes inside to make mary a snack, something that apparently makes her less cranky after a long day at school. you sit miserably in the humid air, scratching your leg nervously and fuming about how his little joke keeps worming its way into your thoughts.
a strong possibility.
an alarm sounds in your head when a yellow school bus turns lazily onto the street, children spilling out the doors once it creaks to a halt. you jerk your head around, wishing frank would hurry.
even from several yards' distance, you can see a deep frown on the blonde girl’s face when she spots you. she marches away from the bus, lunch box swinging.
frank emerges with a plate of celery and peanut butter at the same moment mary gets close enough to ask, “who are you?”
you suck in a breath, introducing yourself then adding: “i’m frank’s girlfriend.”
mary processes this with narrowed eyes as fred leaps off your lap and pushes his way between her skinny legs. she steps closer. “what do you even like about him?”
frank, who had lowered the snack plate to mary’s height, takes it away now. “hey.”
rolling your eyes and reaching an arm up, you nab a couple of celery sticks and hand one to mary. “honestly? there are times when i ask myself that same question.” you take a disgruntled bite out of your snack.
mary giggles at that, sticking her tongue out at frank before spinning and plopping herself next to you. she lets fred lick some of the peanut butter off her celery. “he can be okay sometimes.”
you smile to yourself when frank leans down, kissing the top of mary’s head, then yours. “yeah, sometimes.”
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avenging-fandoms · 23 days ago
Chris’ bruised arm omg imagine if you lived with him, he would so take advantage of being hurt. “babe, can you put the laundry in? i can’t cos of my arm” “honey, can you cook dinner? my arm is sore when I stir the pot” looking all puppy dog eyes at you cos he knows you can’t be mad at him with that face
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chris laid in bed with an ice pack on his arm, his other arm scrolling on his phone. you walk into the room and chris perked up, giving you a smile. "hi sweetheart" you walk over and give him a soft kiss. "can you do me a big favor and put my load of laundry in the wash? i can't do it, my arm hurts really bad" he gestured to his giant bruise and you nod.
"of course, you get that boo boo healed" you wink and kiss him again, taking his basket of clothes from the head of the bed, humming a soft tune as you threw his clothes into the washing machine, dodger trotting up the stairs to chris.
"yn! can you take bubba out please?" chris yelled and you pressed the button on the washing machine, and you huffed softly. "love you!" dodger came down the stairs happily.
you opened the sliding door to the backyard, leaving it open as you turned on the burner on the stove. "chris! dinner!" you yell and he came down the stairs, eyebrows furrowed as he saw the pot boiling. "just stir the pasta while i get the chicken ready?"
chris whimpered as he grabbed the spoon and you bit your cheek as you tried to ignore him. "baby, can you cook dinner? it hurts when i lift my hand to stir the pot" you sigh and drop the knife on the cutting board, the packaged chicken still on the counter. chris gave you a soft smile with puppy dog eyes, lifting his bruised arm.
"chris, do you want me to wipe your ass too? use your other arm!" you chuckle and he laughs, kissing you softly. "i love you, you big baby"
"i love you more, my lovely nurse" he mumbled against your lips and you two got lost in the kiss, jumping away when you heard the pot bubbling over. "oh god, i'm going to lose my job as a chef!"
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rodrikstark · 29 days ago
I looooove your work, especially the way you write Steve and Frank, freaking perfect dude. I feel like I always miss when you're accepting requests, so just in case I miss again...: maybe a frank/reader or steve/reader , and it's the "morning after" and he makes reader pesto eggs, and she's never heard of mixing pesto and eggs before? (Our boy cevans has said that's the only thing he can make well, so this request is totally bending reality and fiction, haha)
frank adler x reader (fluff)
a/n: awww you're so sweet, thank you! also, i really enjoy a specific-ass request and the more i thought about this one, the more this just SCREAMMMED frank and here's why:
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“you want some green eggs and ham?”
you look up from the coffee mug you’re stirring, but your eyes quickly dart away when you see frank rummaging through his refrigerator.
with the early morning, his messy hair, the hoarseness of his already-deep voice, and the gray sweats, you can’t quite form a thought right now. “huh?”
“it’s mary’s favorite breakfast," he says, extracting a carton of eggs, a small jar of pesto, and a container of sliced ham.
as frank twists open the jar, you slink over to him, using your finger to trace down the muscles of his back. “‘cause of the book?”
“nowadays, she says she just likes how it tastes.” he reaches into the overhead cabinets to grab a bowl: a perfect opportunity for your fingers to ghost over the thin stripe of his exposed belly. “but i used to read it to her. like, multiple times a night.”
you lean against the counter, watching as he cracks the eggs and admiring the nostalgic smile gracing his usually grumpy face.
the image of an oversized frank in mary’s bed, his gravelly voice reading the same picture book over and over at the demand of his baby niece about to doze off in his arms, lodges fiercely in your heart, and you’re certain that this isn’t going to be the last time you spend the night at the adlers'.
you admire the morning sun illuminating his hair, and think about dragging him back upstairs before mary returns from roberta's. "want some help?”
capturing your hips in his two big hands, frank hoists you onto the countertop. “just sit there and look pretty.”
before he can start whipping the eggs, you press a delicate kiss to his nose, your legs swinging happily. “okay.”
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avenging-fandoms · a month ago
Hi !! Could u write a Chris evans and reader(an actress) story about them doing the actor on actor interview and Chris admits that he liked you while working on you guys past movie (sorry it this seems confusing)
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“hi, my name is yn yln and i’m here with my best friend in the entire world chris evans” you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and he leaned into you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder and you laughed. “and we’re here to do the.. uhm..”
chris picked his head up and looked at you. “the actor on actor interview” he said and looked at the camera, and you followed with a smile. “clearly yn is excited for this, she forgot the name”
“chris!” you hit his shoulder with the card and he laughed softly. you two turned your chairs to face one another, your cards in your hands and chris laughed as he read through his. “oh boy, i’m saving this one for last” you moved your favorite question to the back, clearing your throat and sitting up. 
“am i going first or are you going first?” chris asked and you shrugged. “you’re no help. okay, yn, what was your favorite part about working on ‘knives out’?”
“putting the pieces together about the story even while filming. it’s just so clever and i just loved that aspect of the movie” chris nodded and you smiled. “and.. obviously working with my best friend”
you had gotten to your last question, and you smiled from ear to ear and giggled as you covered your face with the card. “can you just read it?!” chris exclaimed and you fanned yourself with the card, holding it in your hand. 
“okay, chris” you looked at him and crossed your arms. “have you ever had a crush on a co-star?” chris fell into a fit of giggles and so did you. he collected himself and looked at you, nodding. 
“i did, yeah” he answered shortly and you looked at him, hitting his knee with the card.
“well you have to spill the beans, who was it?” chris scratched his beard and shrugged, crossing his arms across his chest and connecting his eyes with yours.
"you" you lick your lips slowly, smiling and scrunching your nose softly.
"yeah i hav- had a crush on you when we did that old movie together. way back when we were like.. 20 years younger" you laugh and there was a silence where you and chris just stared at each other, but it wasn't awkward. you then remembered you two were filming something, and you turned to the camera.
"well," you threw the cards in the air, falling all around you and chris, the two of you laughing. "that's all the time we have for today, and all the cards, make sure to go see our movie in theatres on november 27th!"
"yeah, what she said. go see it!" you and chris wave and the camera shuts off, and you helped collect the cards and handed them to the person who gave them to you in the first place, thanking everyone and you and chris left.
you and chris headed into the shared car, and you looked over at chris. "soo.."
"no," he held up his hand and closed his eyes. "i don't want to talk about it right now" you groan and grabbed his hand, shaking it.
"oh no, we're talking about it christopher robert!"
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mr-chrisevans · a month ago
Drabble Prompt Requests
Hey, hi, hello folks! I’ve got some free time for the next few days and I am in the mood to do some writing, so I’ve decided to do some more drabble prompts. I’m gonna drop some prompts below so send in an ask with the number of the prompt you'd like me to write!
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Here are the pairings I’m down to write for:
Chris Evans x reader
Steve Rogers x reader
Colin Shea x reader
Frank Adler x reader
Now for the prompts. Have at it!!
1. “Can you keep a secret?”
2. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don't drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
3. “That was kind of hot.”
4. “I just want to tell you that I love you.”
5. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
6. “Why on earth did you drag me here?”
7. “I called you because I can’t fall asleep.”
8. “Just don’t fuck it up.”
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stargazingfangirl18 · a month ago
mmm, I can't stop thinking about frank. I mean, what a dilf, whatta rugged, boat repairing, beer drinking dilf. sighhhhh just imagine watching Mary for him when he gets a better paying job with longer hours and welcoming him home with a homemade meal and cold drink 🥺 treating him like the gem he is, rubbing the frown from his forehead, kissing the tip of his cock-
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Warning: Explicit sexual content & language. Oral sex (m receiving). 18+ only!
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Frank’s voice was a husky groan that had you pressing your thighs together as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked his cock.
When you swallowed him down to the back of your throat, until you were gagging and tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, he moaned long and loud.
“Fuck, you’re so good to me,” he grunted, rough hand sliding along your soft cheek. “Taking care of me after a long, hard day, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
You moaned your affirmation around his length, bobbing your head as you felt him twitch against your tongue when you eased up for a breath.
“You gonna let me cum down that pretty throat?” Frank’s thumbs swiped the tears from your warm face as you greedily gasped in air.
“Yeah,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as you leaned into his touch.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Frank hummed, tapping your swollen bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Swallow it all, until your belly’s all warm and full of me.”
Moaning, you took him back into your mouth—into your throat—eagerly, reveling in the way Frank’s composure slipped, little by little. Until he was relentlessly fucking your face and then moaning his release, his salty tang flooding your senses and burning your throat as you drank down his pleasure, every last drop.
“Fuck, that was so good,” Frank purred, sagging back into his seat at the kitchen table and watching with a soft, fuck drunk smile as you pulled off of his cock and gave the tip a kiss before tucking him away. “You’re so good to me, sweetheart. C’mere.”
He reached for you, gently urging you onto his lap sideways, his arm circling your back as he leaned in and caught your swollen lips in a slow, languid kiss.
“Love tasting myself on your tongue,” he murmured against your mouth once you parted. “Almost as much as I love the taste of that sweet honey between your legs.”
“Frank,” you gasped, muffling a giggle against his shoulder as you squirmed in his lap.
“Bet there’s plenty of it waiting for me,” he teased, nipping at your bottom lip once you were meeting his gaze again, forehead pressed to his. “I know how much you like sucking my cock.”
He grinned at the quiet, desperate whine that bubble up from your throat. “You gonna let me take you to bed, spread you open, and have my dessert?”
“Jesus, Frank. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
His laugh was a quiet, gravelly rumble that had you shivering as he held you tight. “That’s why you’re my girl.”
Pecking your lips, he urged you to your feet, the front of his jeans already tenting again in anticipation as he rose behind you.
Big hands sliding to your hips, Frank guided you toward the bedroom, his lips warm against your ear as he murmured, “It’s gonna be a long night, sweetheart, because I’m not stopping till you’re crying for me, and then I’m gonna ruin you with my cock until you’re crying all over again.”
Whimpering, you couldn’t even string together a response as Frank urged you into the bedroom and toward the bed, pressing close to your back as he swung the door shut behind you both and dug into his dessert.
I meeeean. Have at me, cranky sir 🥴🥴🥴
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rodrikstark · a month ago
frank adler + spring 🌸
frank adler x reader (fluff)
a/n: ooooh look, a frank pov! thanks for the request nonnie :)
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just a few months into your relationship, frank learns that you adore spring
like, a lot. enough that he comes home to the almost sickly sweet smell of yellow-white flowers stuck into vases, decorating any flat surface that happens to sit close enough to a sunlit window
he theorizes that your favorite part of it all is the colors
you don’t even celebrate easter, but you insistently spoil mary with pastel pink, blue, and green chocolates from the store
after she finishes her homework, mary happily snacks on those as you watch youtube origami tutorials together, sometimes chatting, sometimes singing along to your favorite music
and soon mary’s room is full of bright pieces of paper folded into intricate flowers and animals, some dangling off strings attached to her ceiling and walls
and, eventually
you bust out these light, wispy sundresses that almost reach the floor yet do nothing to disguise the silhouette of your legs
how is it possible that you're so soft, frank wonders, as he pushes the baby blue, barely-there fabric up and up and up your legs, your smiling lips dancing across his face
he’s so fucked
he’s so, so fucked
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rodrikstark · a month ago
off to bed
college! frank adler x reader (fluff)
request from Anonymous: hey was wondering if you could do a headcanon or anything really about college!frank making sure the reader gets to be doing on time cause idk I just feel like he’d be kinda ‘strict’ in the whole getting to bed on time and making sure you’re well rested thing
a/n: responsible!college boyfriend!frank adler really just. he doesn’t even just live in my mind. he thrives there
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Go to bed
i am in bed
Go to sleep
you swipe out of your messaging app to take a few selfies of you sticking out your tongue and/or flipping off the camera, illuminated only by the brightness of your screen.
after choosing your favorite, you send it to frank.
Not dignifying that with a response 
Your 8am’s tomorrow. You have a midterm
i’m not worried
just seconds later, a selfie that you and frank took at the new year’s party a few months ago lights up your phone. him in a gray cable-knit sweater that you convinced him to wear, his nose scrunching as you push a kiss into the side of his forehead.
caller id: f-boy⭐💫🌙
you let it ring for a moment, admiring the picture and reminiscing about how much happier you were before this disaster of a semester started.
as soon as you pick up, his stern voice cuts through. “baby girl.”
he calls you that to discourage you from giving him attitude, but it doesn’t work, for obvious reasons. “mmm, hi frankie.” 
“go to sleep.”
flipping over in your bed—clutching your pillow and wishing it was him—you swallow uncomfortably. “what if i can’t?” 
as much as you need the rest, your anxiety about your midterm keeps squirming into the back of your mind. what if all that work you did still isn’t enough?
a low hum. “what can i do to help?”
nuzzling your cheek into the pillow, you sigh. “will you read me one of your stupid philosophy texts again?”
frank chuckles. “they’re not stupid.”
“read the footnotes too. just really fucking bore me to death.”
you hear shuffling sounds on the other end of the line, evoking the image of him tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder, grinning and pushing aside his notebook and computer to crack open his textbook. “you’re gonna do great. i know how hard you studied.”
you can’t even remember how many studying “date” nights you’ve had with frank, where you essentially ignored him the entire time so you could bury your face in your notebook. desperately trying to figure out your lecture notes, as he gave you occasional kisses on the cheek and refilled your waterbottle every couple of hours.
“shhh. no more self-doubt.” he clears his throat. “you ready for some kantian moral theory?”
you smile to yourself, your voice tiny. “yeah.”
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rodrikstark · 2 months ago
College!Frank helping you revise for finals and every time you get something right he’s complimenting you and telling you things like ‘good job angel’... frank adler runs my head🥺
college! frank adler x reader (fluff)
a/n: i guess it's time for me to reveal my probably(?) hot take headcanon that frank is good at math. sorry to those of you that hate the subject but i don't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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“convergent or divergent?” frank slides you a practice problem that he wrote in the corner of your scratch paper. his blue eyes peek at you playfully from behind your math textbook, which he has opened up to the solution in the back.
you whine a little. “i don’t know.”
frank didn’t even need the solution, because he took this calculus course in high school. not to mention his mom is a world-renowned mathematician, and his sister isn’t far behind. 
he yanks the arm of your chair until it rolls closer to his side, then presses a firm kiss to your temple. “you can’t think like that, sweetheart. your final’s in two days.” his tone is serious, and you know he’s right.
sighing heavily, you put your elbows on the table and squish your face between your fists. after a minute, you mumble, “well, cosine is bounded.”
frank takes a piece of chocolate from your backpack, unwrapping it and popping it in your mouth. “yes, it is.”
you click your pen a few times, chewing. “so...” you use your pen—glittery purple against frank’s plain black ink—to scribble out a new series, jotting down the abbreviated theorems you’re using along the way.
he places a much more tender kiss just behind your ear and a warm hand on your thigh. “look at you.” his low words make you shivery all over.
“frank, we’re in public.” bashfully, you push at his shoulder with yours. “it converges.”
“that’s my girl.” he applies more pressure on your thigh until your whole chair spins to face him. “look how easily you did that, all on your own.”
you scrunch your face a little. “yeah. i did do that, didn’t i?”
“even with me distracting you.” he leans in close, his hands moving to gently frame your face. "maybe we should..." his lips graze yours as he breathes, “take a study break?"
you grab the table with your left hand, planting your foot at the bottom of his chair until he rolls away helplessly, stifling a laugh.
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rodrikstark · 2 months ago
How about Frank being frustrated and not being able to button up his shirt so reader steps in and helps him 🥺
frank adler x reader (fluff)
a/n: [steeples fingers] so, i wrote another steamy frank headcanon. why? why do all these frank prompts HIT ME SO HARD??? we’ll never know.
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you wake up to an exasperated sigh, frank’s weight dipping the mattress.
you blink a few times in the semi-darkness, then prod at his hunched-over back with a finger.
“frankie, here, lemme—"
“i got it, sweetheart.”
you throw off the blanket and crawl to where he sits on the edge of the bed. still a little drowsy, you clumsily swing your leg over his lap, settling onto his big thighs, which are covered by the thin fabric of his pajamas. “hands stiff again?”
frank doesn’t look at you. “yeah.”
“i'll do it,” you whisper. your hands drag up the wide area of his chest before landing at the edges of his light shirt, near the second button from the collar. “but you gotta thank me for each one.”
frank lets out a quick sigh, his eyes darkening at your low tone, but nods. head angled down, he watches your deft fingers.
you do the button, then frank looks up—still avoiding your eyes—to plant a kiss on your lips. “thank you.”
lazily, you close the next button. 
his plush lips touch yours, lingering a bit longer and pressing a bit deeper this time. “thank you, sweetheart.”
after the third button, you can feel frank staring at you openly. refusing eye contact, you deliberately halt your movements until he grudgingly murmurs his thanks.
satisfied with yourself, you wiggle happily in his lap. his hands fly to your hips.
another button, and frank places his kiss in the crook of your neck instead, tugging the collar of your shirt to the side, his whispered words ghosting against your skin.
only two more. hands wander to the hem of your pajama shorts, squeezing your thighs almost to the point of pain.
you can barely slip the bottom button through the hole before frank turns abruptly, launching you until your back hits the mattress. he follows you, knocking out some of your air when his chest meets yours.
“you…” his jaw clenches for a moment before he laughs. "are gonna kill me one day."
“that’s not what you’re supposed to say to me,” you scoff, still amazed that you have any authority left in your voice as he laces his fingers with yours, gripping and pushing.
he grumbles as he lightly bites the skin of your collarbone. “thank you."
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part of my 600 follower celebration :)  [requests closed]
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siezethewrites · 2 months ago
Late Afternoons With Steve || S.R
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Summary: This is just a cute short lil drabble about lil domestic moments with our favourite star spangled man with a plan. No real plot and not much happens I just thought it was cute 🥺 Hope you enjoy !! Also this is not proofread so it’s probably v v messy I was just too excited to post it so don’t hate meeee
Warnings: None just pure fluff
Steve Rogers x Reader
Your favourite time of the day was the late afternoon without a doubt. The spare room in the left wing of the compound caught the sunset perfectly and welcomed the gush of light with open arms, the spotlight almost always focusing directly on that right corner where the long desk overlooked the window. His favourite spot. It was the same everyday at around 5:30, the light, the tones, the warmth, it all transformed him. He phased away from the stoic patriot soldier he was made into, to everything he really was. You were aware of how much you stared and how you should probably reign it in but when your eyes fixated on him during these hours, the same thought entered your brain every time. Suddenly within the second, it wasn’t the sun lighting up the room anymore, it was him. His skin dripped gold, the only thing cutting through the honey was the crystal in his eyes. He’d look up at you from whatever book he was reading or whatever Wikipedia page he’d be browsing in hopes of connecting with the futuristic scope he’d awoken in, and you swore everytime his eyes met yours, you fell in love all over again. For him, you were a safe space in an otherwise chaotic world. He loved afternoons like these, special time carved out specifically for the two of you to bask in the presence of eachother. Steve had been around the world and back fighting justice and whilst he was extremely devoted and skilled at his job, sometimes when he was away on particularly lengthier missions, he’d have to force himself to concentrate. No matter how many bad situations he’d punch his way out of, his mind always always circled back to you, to you and moments like these.
“What’s on your mind beautiful?” He spoke before he looked at you, leaving you a glorious couple of seconds of admiring him before his stare caused you to bashfully retract your line of vision, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. Just like always.
He let out a quiet chuckle before finally closing the laptop in front of him and joining you on the bed. Once he sat beside you, you wasted no time in crawling up beside him and tracing your fingertips along his jawline. His hand came up to hold your wrist tenderly as you explored the outlines of his face.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he spoke up after a while, his voice was hushed, intimate words only meant for your ears despite the two of you being the only ones in the room.
“Not even a fraction of how much I love you Steve” you matched his tone and leaned forwards, connecting your lips together in a slow tender kiss. Without any words spoken you shared an exchange that you both knew would be timeless. You filled each others hearts and no one could take that away from both of you, afternoons like these reminded you of that.
And that’s why afternoons were your favourite time of day.
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theycallmebecca · 3 months ago
Drabble: I Do, You Do, She Does, Too
This is for HBC Lucky in Love and @the-ce-horniest-book-club​​​
This is for the day 19 prompt, odds.
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Title: I Do, You Do, She Does, Too
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.
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You and Frank stood looking at each other, your hands enveloped in his.
“I know a lot of people thought the odds of me settling down were slim to none, but here I am,” he started and then corrected himself when his niece, his “best man”, cleared her throat. “Here we are.”
From behind him, you saw twelve year old Mary nod her head.
“But here I- we- are,” he continued, catching himself. “I knew you were different the moment I laid eyes on you. And I knew you would change my life.”
“OUR lives!” Mary corrected, loudly, to the amusement of everyone gathered.
Frank sighed and turned to look at his niece, giving her the well practiced glare of a father.
“She isn’t just marrying you,” Mary retorted, seemingly unaffected by the menacing look. “She’s marrying both of us. We’re a packaged deal!”
Letting go of Frank’s hands, you motioned the young girl forward. “You’re right,” you said as looked at her. “I’m marrying you both, I’m choosing you both to be my family forever.”
Feeling your maid of honor touch your elbow, you turned to her and accepted the box that you had planned to give Mary at the end of the ceremony, but now seemed like a better time.
“Mary Adler, in front of everyone here, I want to promise to be the best aunt mom,” you told her. “I know that there will be times when that means you don’t like me very much, you may even hate me at times, but know that I will always love you and nothing you can do or say will ever change that.”
Handing Frank the box, you opened it and pulled out the locket that your mom had given to you on your thirteenth birthday.
“This locket has been in my family for over a hundred years,” you told her. “It’s passed down from mother to daughter and today, I get to continue that tradition.”
“I’ll take really good care of it,” Mary promised as she stared at the locket. “Can I wear it now?”
“Of course,” you replied. You helped her put it on and saw tears in the inner corner of her eyes.
“I love you, too,” Mary said and then looked at her uncle. “I won’t interrupt you any more.”
“Thank you,” Frank said with a soft laugh. Leaning down, he kissed the top of Mary’s head.
Then instead of having Mary stand behind him, he pulled her next to him and took one of her hands in his, then he took one of your hands with the other. Following his lead, Mary’s other hand found yours and Frank finished his vows with the three of you connected like the family you were officially about to be.
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writing-what-writing · 3 months ago
For @the-ce-horniest-book-club Lucky in Love Theme Month!
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Frank hadn’t fully considered what a blessing Mary was in his life until he almost lost her. When he first got her, Frank had been so nervous and scared. Would he be a good parent? Was he what Mary needed?
It turned out that Mary was exactly what Frank needed. She made sure that each day wasn’t the same boring routine, keeping Frank on his toes. Plus, with how smart Mary was, Frank would always have a challenge to help keep her life as normal as possible. His life would never be the same, and Frank was grateful for it.
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rodrikstark · 3 months ago
rodrikstark’s 300 follower celebration!!! [REQUESTS CLOSED]
send me a character + one thing you love about them
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💕 i feel like, two seconds ago i hit 200. and now i have 300!!🥺
💕 TO CELEBRATE: send me a character + one thing you love about them and i'll write a short lil headcanon/snippet
💕 examples: steve rogers + his shield, sam wilson + his smile, peter parker + being smart
💕 physical features are welcome, but no explicit smut requests pls (not against the idea!! but i likely have followers who are minors)
💕 steve rogers is My Love, but i’ve tagged some other characters i also love. request whoever you like :)
💕 requests will close after 25 prompts requests closed!
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— s. rogers + his smile — b. barnes + his smile — w. maximoff + her accent — s. rogers + his endgame!hair — p. parker + his rambling and stuttering — j. storm + his sarcastic attitude — s. rogers + his arms — b. barnes + his eyes — w. maximoff + her hands — n. romanoff + her endgame!hair — s. rogers + his cheeks — n. romanoff + her fighting style — b. barnes + his dog tags — s. rogers + his soft artsy side — j. storm + his cockiness — b. barnes + his big huggable body — s. rogers + being playful and lovey — f. adler + his tattoos — s. rogers + his protectiveness — j. mace + his intelligence — s. rogers + his IW!hair and beard — f. adler + his tropical shirts — s. rogers + his motorcycle — w. maximoff + her smile — (preserum) s. rogers + his eyes
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writing-what-writing · 4 months ago
First “I Love You”
For @the-ce-horniest-book-club Week Of Love
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When Frank opened his eyes, his first thoughts were of you. A smile crossed his face as he thought about you. Frank grabbed his phone and sent a text.
Can I come over?
It wasn’t long before you responded. Of course!
Immediately Frank got dressed, grabbed his keys, and drove over to your apartment. When you opened the door, Frank kissed you passionately. You immediately kissed back, grinning against his lips.
“What was that for?” You asked, giggling as Frank pulled away.
“Because I love you.”
Such a simple statement, yet one that completely blew you away. You kissed Frank again, gentler this time.
“I love you, too.”
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stargazingfangirl18 · 5 months ago
I got one line, "My eyes and your nose will look the cutest in a little boy. Or girl. I'm not picky tbh."
Also big fan, hugs and kisses!
Thanks, beauty!! Just for you! ❤️🙏🏻😘
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“My eyes and your nose will look the cutest on a little boy. Or girl. I'm not picky tbh,” you said as you joined Frank on the sofa.
He chuckled as you leaned into his side. “It’s not enough to riddle me with internet slang in our texts, you need to speak them aloud too?”
“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’ as you glanced up and gave him a cheeky smile. “Sorry not sorry.”
Frank sighed, his eyes narrowing a little. “You’re lucky you’re carrying my child,” he said, big hand smoothing over your pregnant belly.
Your look was haughty, your eyebrows raised. “Excuse me? What was that you just said to your wife who is seven months pregnant and hasn’t seen her own feet in god knows how long? Who has a little tiny human growing inside of her, using her bladder as a bean bag chair? Who spent four of the last seven months with her head stuck in a toilet every single morning?”
Frank actually shrank back a little, an apologetic smile curling his lips. “I’m lucky you’re carrying my child?”
You blinked, crossing your arms over your big belly.
“I love you?” He tried again, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Then another, and another, until the furrow between your brows was gone and you were only side eying him instead of glaring.
“Nice recovery, Frank,” you drawled.
“You know I love you,” he murmured, smoothing a hand over your head.
You harrumphed quietly, eyes fluttering as he curled a hand over your shoulder, gently kneading your muscles.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted.”
“That would require moving,” you slurred sleepily. “I’m good here. Please?”
“Whatever you want,” Frank whispered, gently drawing his knuckles down your cheek.
Making sure not to disturb you, he turned to tug the throw blanket from the back of the sofa, gently draping it over you. Reaching for the TV remote, Frank turned the volume all the way down, hand settling on your belly as you slept.
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