#frank adler x you

[levans44]

Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 1)

(aka: how steve and frank would fuck you after a few drinks)

Steve:

Steve’s never been one for PDA—nearly five months since you’ve started ‘going steady,’ but he’s still so polite about touching you, always keeping his hands to himself when you’re out together in public.

But all that changes with a few sips of Asgardian mead at an Avengers soirée, which gives him a high he hasn’t had the luxury of feeling since 1941.  

It’s that point in the night when the party’s starting to wind down—just a small circle of friends gathered around Tony’s living room, jostling about who’s worthy enough to lift Thor’s hammer.

You’re sat next to Steve on the far end of the couch, amused by the group’s shenanigans. You laugh along at all the right cues, chin in hand as you butt in with a witty comment here and there. Meanwhile, Steve can’t focus on anyone else but you, eyes zeroing in on your smile, the way those red lips stretch around the rim of your glass. The soft curves of your body under that little black dress as you cross your legs, leaning innocently into his side. 

With your attention still on the rest of the group, the alcohol encourages him venture out a little. Careful fingers skim across the top of your knee, a quick brush of his calloused knuckles against your thigh. 

You miss it the first few times, but when his hand starts to inch closer and closer up the hem of your dress you turn to look at him, brows raised. You immediately notice the difference in his energy—eyes relaxed, head resting against the back of the couch as a lazy smile ghosts his soft lips. 

Steve, you okay? You murmur away from the group, head cocked to one side. 

Hmm? mmhm. He’s barely nodding, clearly distracted by something else. 

You frown, about to follow up, when a loud crash from the group makes you jump—Tony’s ingenious plans to lift the hammer using the suit had backfired (literally), the propulsion from his glove blasting him all the way across the room. 

The whole group starts groaning at the damage of the crash, and that’s when you feel Steve’s grip on your knee suddenly tighten. With everyone else distracted, he leans forward, hot breath teasing the shell of your ear as he whispers:

Can we go home?

You’re a little wide-eyed and breathless when it finally sinks in. One look at the way his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip, his eyes shamelessly dragging down the outlines of your dress, and you’re shouting some incoherent excuse about an early morning to the rest of the group, grabbing his hand, and dragging his ass out of there.

He can’t keep his hands off of you in the back of the Uber, and as soon as the apartment door closes shut, he sleuths off all pretense of modesty, any sliver of chivalry he was holding onto at the party.

Steve, what’s gotten into you? Is this that stuff you were drinking at the party?

You’re laughing because he can’t seem to get you out of your dress fast enough, painfully hard beneath you as you run your fingers through his tussled hair, straddling him on the couch. 

Dunno. haven’t…  

He huffs out a breath, brows furrowed, pupils blown wide. 

…haven’t ffelt like this in a while. 

Hands dragging up and down your sides, his lips worship every inch of your body. And you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating the moment he leans up to your ear, murmuring oh-so-gently:

Want you to ride me. 

Please.

Brand fucking new, for Steve to voice his needs like that. You pull back, resting a hand against his chest, and he stares up at you like you’re the only person he’s ever known, completely exposed and defenseless. His heart thumps erratically under your fingertips—a reminder of his mortality, that he’s still just a man. Your man. 

You keep him underneath you all night, teasing mercilessly until he’s a groaning, panting mess underneath you—cheeks flushed, hips bucking, nails gripping at the upholstery. He can’t do anything but take it, head rolling against the back of the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock, grinding slow and hard, coming to a complete halt before speeding back up. 

And he’s grinning like an idiot the whole time. 

F-fuck, you feel… you feel so good, a-always so good. 

God, I love you.

He’s a stuttering mess when you finally let him come, a string of broken syllables that spell out your name. 

When he rushes up to kiss you, you grin against his mouth, closing a gentle hand around his neck. Your index finger slides over to his pulse point, just to the right of his Adam’s apple, tapping in time with the rhythm of a heart that only beats for you.

Frank:

Frank drinks when he’s pissed. And today’s just been… one of those days. Repair went south on a boat he’s been working on for weeks, and he was called into Mary’s school (for the third time this month) because she’d snuck her laptop in her bag and got into a fight over it at recess.  

He’s just dropped Mary off to stay at Roberta’s (after a lengthy conversation about ‘keeping that damn laptop at home’). On the drive back, he’s gripping the steering wheel hard enough to leave indents because all he can think about right now is you, you, you. 

He returns to an empty house, and it takes him a few bottles of liquid courage before he’s shakily looking up your name in his short list of contacts, texting you five simple words:

Can you come over tonight?

Like a dog to a whistle, you’re there in under 10. 

He yanks open the door after the first knock, his lips swallowing your soft greeting as he kisses you fiercely, wasting no time as he pulls you into his bedroom. 

Calloused hands drag down your hips, squeezing your ass before he slides your jeans off, pushing you onto the bed. Kissing his way up your neck, lips hovering over your jaw as heavy breaths warm up your skin.

Frank, you alright? W-what’s going on?

You slow him down, fingers grasping at the short hairs on his nape.

He nods against the crook of your neck, pulling back with a quiet sigh.

Yeah, m’fine, I just….

He’s never been great with words, but the familiar strain in his eyes tells you all you need to know. Cupping his face in both hands, you pull him back down, and his grateful lips respond to yours with fervor. His arm moves south, palm warm and heavy against your sex as he cups your mound. Drags his fingers against the wet patch on your panties until you’re arching into his touch and mewling against his mouth. 

He’s desperate too, practically throbbing by the time he hastily shucks his boxers down and reaches for a condom in the bedside drawer. His hands are shaking, unable to tear his eyes away from you—your naked form sprawled on top of his sheets, fingers drawing lazy circles over your clit as you smile up at him. 

And when he finally sinks into your heat, it’s the first time in days the noise in his brain goes silent.

He fills his mind, instead, with images of you. 

Your coquettish grin, delicate lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks as you blink up at him.

I’m all yours, baby.

Whatever you want.

You bring his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek against his palm. Soft, pink lips mold around the tip of his thumb as you suck gently, circling your tongue over the tip, and it sends him over the edge. 

With one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, he drives into you, deep. Hits that one spot inside you that’s got your pretty eyes rolling into the back of your head.  

Fuck, yes. Right there, don’t stop.

Shit—m’not, not gonna last.

Let go for me, baby, I've got you.

He cums with a low groan, collapsing forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out. When the aftershocks pass, you let him stay there for a while, fingers caressing the back of his neck while you listen to his breathing even out. 

He rolls off of you, mumbling a quiet apology, embarrassment etched into his brows as he lets out a low chuckle. 

Didn’t mean to jump you as soon as you got here.

Your chest heaves with laughter as you turn to the side, pink lips stretched into a wicked grin as you look at him dead in the eye.

Frank, never apologize for fucking me like that.

And despite everything that’s gone wrong that day, your words send butterflies to the pit of his stomach, making him blush like he’s a high schooler on prom night.

He’s only known you for a couple months now, and you’re a few years younger—vibrant and affectionate in ways that make him feel guilty on most days. And even though he’s asked to ‘keep things casual’ because ‘he’s not exactly in the best place to commit to a relationship,’ he knows from the light behind your eyes that it’s time. 

He asks you out for lunch the very next day.

author's note: gahh this was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! remember to drink responsibly kidz!!! If you do drink, reply&lmk what kind of drunk you are (handsy, loud, sad, etc) I’m trying to see something lol

also working on a pt.2 w/ ransom+andy but lmk if you'd like to see any other characters!

(update: read pt. 2 here!)

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[brandycranby]

me thinks we need to discuss big beefy men holding tiny tiny babies 🧐

ari having skin-to-skin time with his little one, the surge of protectiveness as they hold his finger in sleep, rising and falling with his chest 😖💕

frank 🥺 best dad/uncle frank with baby mary, covered in formula and spit up but still trying his best while juggling his office hrs and lectures

jakey with his niece swinging from his arms!! glasses crooked!! ik he would be such a good papa 😣 yeah he silly but when he holds that baby for the first time..

andy in the nursery past midnight, standing vigil by the crib and stroking a soft chubby cheek 😭 he just needs to know his baby's ok!!

steve with his baby!! so small!! they take her away for observation bc the serum didnt pass to her and she has to stay in nicu 😫 him looking through the glass and promising to always always keep her safe

@babyjakes bc u put this in my head 😣 @punemy-spotted bc this is totally Steve & Liddol territory, actually everyone heckin' chime in bc im tired of ppl not actually talking on main!!! come shake me by the lapels and yell about baby fever

#AM SOFT TONIGHT #AAAAA #ari levinson headcanon #frank adler headcanon #jake jensen headcanon #andy barber headcanon #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #frank adler x you #frank adler x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #my headcanons

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

There for you - Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Happy Mother's Day to anyone who celebrates it today!

Summary: The first period can be daunting, thankfully Mary has you

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Periods! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“Who’s gonna be the most handsomest pup ever?” You coo as you gently rub some shampoo onto the top of the newest strays head.

In response the little pup wagged his tail, spraying water and shampoo across the back of the bath. He wiggled forward to lick your cheek.

“Oh yes thank you so much” you chuckle as you gently push the pup back into the tub.

You began carefully rinsing out the shampoo when you heard the door open behind you, glancing over your shoulder you saw one of the volunteers poking her head in.

“Oh there’s someone on the phone for you,” she tells you, “says it’s urgent”

Your brows furrow “Did they say who it was?”

“Um Plato Academy?” She says with a small shrug of her shoulders.

You curse under your breath, that was Mary’s middle school, why on earth were they calling you?

“Oh okay, yeah, can you take over?” You ask nodding to the pup in the bathtub.

“Sure” she nods grabbing a waterproof apron from a nearby hook.

“Great thank you” you mutter as you quickly dry your hands and make your way out to the front desk.

Your supervisor was already at the desk working at the computer, she gave you a smile before nodding to the phone which had been left for you.

“Um hello?” You say once you pick up the phone.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” A woman on the other end asks.

“Uh yeah speaking” you confirm scratching the back of your neck.

“Okay, I’m calling from Plato Academy about Mary Adler” the woman starts.

“Is she okay? In trouble?” You ask knowing what Mary could get like, and it was only getting worse as puberty hit.

“She’s locked herself in a bathroom and is refusing to come out” the woman on the other end sighs making your brows rise in surprise.

“Right… did she say why?” You ask as you rub your forehead.

“No, but she’s really quite distressed so we were hoping you could come see if she’ll talk to you or take her home?” The woman explains.

“Okay, well um I’m at work so Frank will probably be able to get there sooner than I can,” you tell her.

“Mary’s asked for you specifically,” the woman tells you making your brows rise again in surprise.

“She did?” You stutter in surprise “Right um okay I’ll um-“You scratch your forehead trying to work out what to do. Something was clearly wrong and you wanted nothing more than to go help Mary but you couldn’t just leave work.

Your supervisor then taps you on the arm, getting your attention “You can go if you’re needed” she whispers.

You cover the phone with your hand “Are you sure?” You whisper back.

She nods her head with a kind smile “She sounds like she needs you and we can cope” she reassures you.

Your shoulders drop as you shoot her a grateful smile “Okay I’ll be there as soon as I can” you say into the phone.

When you arrived at the middle school one of the receptionists was waiting for you and took you straight to the bathroom that Mary had shut herself into.

“Do you mind just giving us some privacy?” You ask turning to the receptionist.

“Yeah of course, I’ll be right out here if you need anything” she nods with a kind smile.

You give her a thankful smile before pushing inside the bathroom. As soon as you stepped inside you heard the small sniffles.

“Mary? Sweetie, are you in here?” You call out softly as you walk in.

“Y/N?” Mary sniffled.

“Yeah I’m here, what’s wrong?” You ask moving closer to the stall that you heard her sniffles coming through.

“I got my period” she mutters quietly, her tone embarrassed and upset.

“Oh…” you sigh sympathetically, everything making sense “Do you have any pads or tampons?”

“No, and it really hurts” she complains.

“Okay, don’t worry we’ll get you some pain killers and I have some spare pads in my handbag for emergencies just like this” you reassure her, looking for your bag to find what you needed, you were just about to pass a pad under the door when you paused “mary, do you need a change of underwear?” You ask quietly.

Mary was silent for a moment with the exception of her sniffles before finally whispering “Yeah”

“Okay I’ll get that sorted don’t worry” you reassure her “I’ll be right back”

You head back towards the door, popping your head out and whispering to the receptionist “Does the school have spare underwear for girls?”

A look of understanding crosses her face followed by a sympathetic smile “Yes I’ll go grab a pair” she nods before hurrying off to the office.

Soon enough the receptionist returned with a fresh pair of underwear, straight from the packet, and you were able to pass them onto Mary.

“Here you go sweetie, here’s a bag for you to put your pair in and I’ll chuck them in the wash when we get home, or you can just put them in the bin it's up to you” you offer as you pass everything she needed under the door.

“Thank you” Mary whimpers as she takes them from you.

A few minutes later the bathroom stall opened and a defeated-looking Mary stepped out. Her gaze was set on the floor as she traipsed over to the sink to wash her hands. Once she was done you open up your arms for her, smiling gently when she stepped into your embrace.

“Thank you Y/N” she sniffled.

“It’s nothing, let’s get you home and we can relax, eat any snacks you want and watch a movie,” you say running your hands over the top of her head.

“What about school?” She asks looking up at you.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that grew on your lips, any other kid would be jumping at the chance to skip school.

“No matter how natural and normal they are, periods suck, especially first periods so we’re gonna make sure you’re feeling better and if you wanna go into school tomorrow you can” you tell her, rubbing her shoulders.

“Okay thank you,” she says a smile finally tugging at her lips.

“Good now c’mon I have a secret stash of ice cream at home that even Frank doesn’t know about” you smirk as you wrap your arms around her shoulders and begin to lead her out.

At the mention of her uncle Mary froze “Will you tell Frank?” Worry clear in her eyes.

“Not if you don’t want me to, but he’ll understand, Frank despite how grumpy he can get is one of the good ones, he won’t think it's gross or weird, he might be a bit sad that you’re growing up but he’ll look after you, spoil you” you reassure her turning to face her.

“Really?” She asks her tone unconvinced.

“Yeah, he spoils me whenever I’m on my period so of course he’ll spoil you,” you tell her.

“Okay,” she hums quietly as you continue to walk back out and towards the car “I don’t know how I’d tell him” she admits quietly.

“That’s okay, I can tell him if you want?” You offer as you reach the car.

“Thank you Y/N” Mary sighs in relief, hugging you tightly before moving to get into the car.

You and Mary were curled up together under a blanket on the couch. Bowls of both yours and Mary’s favourite snacks sat on your laps as one of Mary’s favourite movies played.

You had given Mary a hot water bottle for her cramps, something that Fred took full advantage of by curling up on top of it. Mary didn’t mind though, a soft smile curled at her lips as she stroked her hand down his back.

The sound of the door opening had you looking over, Frank frowning in confusion when he spotted the both of you on the couch.

He glanced down at his watch before pointing over at you “Why aren’t you at work?” He questions before pointing at Mary “And why aren’t you in school”

“Why aren’t you at the harbour?” Mary fires back making Frank’s eyebrows rise.

He opened his mouth to scold her but you held out your hand “Mary wasn’t feeling well so we’re having a couch day” you tell him.

Frank's brows furrow again, this time in concern “Oh… what’s wrong squirt?”

“Nothing” Mary answers quickly making Frank shoot you a confused look.

You just subtly nod your head in the direction of the kitchen. Frank lets out a small sigh before nodding his head and making his way into the kitchen.

“I’m just gonna replenish these,” you tell Mary grabbing the half-finished bowls of popcorn and chips.

She murmurs an okay as you get up and follow Frank into the kitchen. You find him leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. His brow arched in the silent question of what the hell is going on.

You put the bowls down on the side before moving to stand in front of him “Mary got her period” you whisper.

His lips part in surprise and understanding “Is she okay?” He asks quietly.

“She feels pretty crap, it caught her off guard the school had to call me because she locked herself in a bathroom,” you tell him, his brows rising in shock.

He grabs his phone from his pocket and you can see him scrolling to see if he missed any calls “Why didn’t they call me?” He asks when he saw he had none. You level him a look which makes him sigh “right”

“She’s just embarrassed,” you say placing a hand on his arms and rubbing it soothingly.

“She has nothing to be embarrassed of,” he says with a soft shake of his head.

“We know that, but she doesn’t know that yet, society still sees it as something gross and weird,” you say with a long sigh.

“Which is bullshit” Frank mutters under his breath looking down.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips as you reached up to gently brush your lips against his.

“I wish she felt comfortable enough to talk about it with me but I’m glad she has you” he sighs wrapping his arms around you.

“It was nothing, now c’mon help me fill these up and we’ll continue our movie night” you say stepping out of his embrace and passing him a bowl.

“You think she’ll want me to join?” He asks sceptically.

“Of course, and what better way to show you’re there for her” you point out.

A smile tugs at his lips “Okay” he agrees.

Once the snacks were refilled, you and Frank made your way back out to the living room. You return to your original spot while Frank sits down on the opposite side of Mary, his arm resting around the back of her.

“What are you doing?” She questioned he sat down and start snaking on the popcorn.

“Joining my girls for movie night” he answers simply.

“But you hate this movie” Mary argues pointing to the cheesy romcom currently playing.

“What are you talking about?” Frank exclaims dramatically “I love this movie” he smirks popping more popcorn in his mouth.

Mary rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, settling back down into the couch. Shifting ever so slightly into Frank’s side. You look over smiling at the two of them, especially when Frank threw you a grateful look.

A couple of weeks had passed since you had picked Mary up from school. It had been a rough few days with her but Frank was just as patient with her as he always was with you when you were on your period.

As you woke you naturally stretched an arm out to Frank’s side of the bed but found his side cold. You peeked an eye open to see he wasn’t lying beside you. You frown in confusion because it was Sunday and Frank always had a long lie-in on Sundays. It could be near impossible to get him out of bed, him often muttering that it was God’s day of rest despite not being religious at all.

Hearing the bedroom door creak open you rolled over to see Mary walking in holding a tray full of food, Frank following behind holding cups of coffee.

“Wha-what’s this?” You stutter in surprise, sitting up as Mary put the tray down on your lap.

“A treat for your special day” Frank explains as he rounds the bed and sits down beside you.

“My special day?” You ask in confusion, looking over at Frank to see a twinkle in his eyes.

He then nodded to Mary who suddenly went all shy as she held out a pink envelope for you. You take the envelope from her, glancing once more over at Frank before opening it up. Your breath caught when you saw the card inside.

“You got me a mothers day card” you managed to say, a thick lump forming in your throat as tears collected in your eyes.

“Yeah because you’re there for me and you do everything that a mom does like helping me with my period” Mary explains with a shy smile, fiddling with her fingers “Do you like it?”

“Oh sweetie I love it” you cry “C’mere” you open your arms for her holding her tight when she walked over into your embrace.

You look over to see Frank watching the scene unfold with unshed tears. He’d looked the exact same when Mary had first surprised him for Father’s Day, but you knew this meant just as much to him to see Mary accept you as a mother figure in her life. You reach out to take his hand and squeezing.

He smiled back at you quickly wiping away a stray tear “Why don’t you give Y/N her present?” He suggests.

Mary pulls back from the hug to grab another envelope, a golden one this time, and passes it to you. Opening it up you see it was a spa voucher for two.

“I thought you and Frank could go” Mary explains nodding over to Frank.

A smirk grows on your face “Why would I take Frank when I can take you?”

Mary’s jaw practically drops to the floor “Really!? What about Frank?”

You lean in and cup your hand around your mouth “Why waste it on him when he’s just gonna get all greasy on a boat the next day” you whisper loudly.

“I don’t usually hear you complaining about the grease” Frank huffs.

You ignore him “Plus it would be a nice girl's day out” you smile.

Mary beams back at you, bouncing on the balls of her feet “Yes! I can’t wait!” She grins.

“Me neither now come sit down,” you say shuffling over to make room “and help me eat all this” you smile passing her a pastry that you knew she’d love.

“Thank you Y/N, for everything” Mary smile’s gratefully as she accepts the pastry.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 9: Innocence

Who Makes You Feel This Good

Summary:  Frank loves the sweet innocent ones like you

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, mentions of the brotherhood, teasing, fingering, squirting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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You playfully look up at Frank from the register. He was a strong silent type. He would walk into the library, ask for a specific book, and you would show him its location. He always would comment on how nice you were. Would smile every time you just said, "I'll show you," instead of pointing out the location of the book. And he would slyly rub his hand against your arm, as you walked him to the exact spot.

Watching you as your finger drags across the spines of the book looking for the title. His eyes only on you as you readjust your glasses, and pull out the book, "I believe this is the one you were looking for, Mr. Adler."

"Yes, that's the one," his sight follows the curve of your body before returning to the book in your hand. "It's quite a big book for such a little girl."

"I'm not a little girl," you glance away, playing with your hair, and his hand caresses your arm.

"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you, Bunny?" Biting at your lip, you give him a single nod. "Just how sweet?"

"Um...well...I um..."

"That tells me all I need to know. I'll be back when I'm finished," walking behind you, his hand runs from one hip to the other before he walks out of the library with an arrogant smile. You sigh out in relief, feeling a flood and heat rush to your core. No one had ever made you feel like this. Frank was giving you a tiny bit of attention, and you couldn't help but want to feel his calloused hands all over you.

"Hello?" Your co-worker says. "These books aren't going to put themselves back up," she hated the attention that Frank gave you. Tried to warn you about his kind. "I've told you about those Alphas. They all linger on campus long after they've graduated. Looking for their perfect sweet little Omegas to capture."

You roll your eyes walking past her, and she just shakes her head, "She'll see. Pretty sure he's already captured her. Secrets never stay secret for long."

Frank walks through the door right at closing time, and you try to urge him back out, "Mr. Adler, I'm sorry, the library is closed. It's eight o'clock."

"Seven fifty-eight to be exact. I just want to return the book, and hopefully get another. Won't you help me, Bunny?"

"Uh, I don't know," you look out to the parking lot, and notice only yours and Frank's cars remain. Taking a gulp, you look up at him, "You promise you'll make this quick?"

"Scout's honor," he says, pushing past you. "I was needing to get 'The Secrets You Keep'. Someone suggested it to me," you look at him puzzled.

"That's not your usual book, Mr. Adler," his arm juts out, and he places it on the desk beside you, bringing him even closer to you. "Mr. Adler?"

"Sometimes it's good to change up our normal routines. Like the fact that on Wednesday's you close the library up by yourself, since it's the early closing day. Also, you make sure the doors are locked by seven fifty-eight. Already had turned your key before you let me in. It is locked from the outside. You also only call me, Mr. Adler, while everyone else gets called by their first name. So why am I so special, Bunny?"

"You notice all that?" You ask taking a step back, but his other hand presses up against the counter, leaving you trapped. "Mr. Adler."

"Countess did warn you about me and my friends, did she not? She's not entirely wrong, and not entirely right either. It's an elite group, and we stick together. A bit too close sometimes. But you were warned, but you're curious. I've seen your little research."

"Frank, I..." at the sound of his name coming off your lips, he slowly closes his eyes, and you whimper at how sexy he looks like that. His body presses harder into you, and you get dizzy with lust.

"You know, I could always get you off right here, right now," he lifts you up onto the desk, and is so thankful you're wearing those sweet little sundresses that you always had on.

His hand winds up your leg, until he's flush with your cotton covered mound, "Oh, you are a sweet one. These innocent little panties are drenched sweet Bunny. Tell me," he says, getting closer to your neck. His nose tickles along your heated skin, and you feel a pool of arousal rush to your sex. Breathing heavily, before he ever asks the question. "Bunny, you're making a mess. I want to know, has anyone ever had this sweet little cunt?"

"N-no."

"Just what I was hoping for. We're gonna take this slow then sweetheart. You'll only get my fingers tonight. Don't worry, I'll be back and you can have my mouth," your eyes glance up at him and you give him a pout. "What is it, Bunny? You never had someone tongue fuck you?" You shake your head no, and his hands connect to the elastic of your panties. Dragging them down your legs, before he stuffs them in his pocket.

"But..."

"From now on, if I make you wet, I get to keep them. How often has your virgin pussy been crying for me to split you open? Have you gasping at how stretched that tight little hole is?" Bashfully you look away from him, and his finger quickly runs up your slit and you yip. "That often, huh? Do you ever touch yourself thinking about me?"

You quickly shake your head no, and his fingers flatten on your bundle of nerves, and create slow circles on the sensitive bean. "Have you ever touched yourself?" When you answer no, he pinches the little pearl, and your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. "Aww, you are a sweet little Bunny. I knew you were pure. Just didn't know how pure. I'll have fun with you."

"Frank," you whine as heat radiates through your body. "Frank! Fr-fr-frank!"

"A sensitive little one. Go on, let go. It's one of the best feelings in the world. That is until you have a fat cock to come on," your toes curl up, and your fingers grip to the edge of the desk, as an odd euphoric high flashes through your veins.

Before you can come down, Frank enters two fingers in your tight virgin hole, and you sob out his name. "Shh, shh, you're fine sweetheart. So fine. So tight. Nothing has been in here has it?"

"No! It stings."

"Just for a bit. Gotta stretch you out on my fingers first. Shh, you can do it. I'm taking it easy on you. I could have you leaned up against this desk, while I make you stretch over my dick. You should thank me. We'll get there though, don't you worry," his fingers scissor deep inside of you, and you squint your eyes, trying to find the pleasure that was there before. His steady rhythm makes everything even out, and you let out a guttural moan.

Frank's palm continues to stimulate your clit, while his fingers search for your special spot. When your body jerks at his movements, he gives you a bruising kiss. The tip of his calloused finger runs over the spongy area over and over again, until you can barely breathe. Your body writhes around, as you bury your face into his chest. Screaming out his name, but he doesn't stop. You feel an overwhelming sense of needing something, anything, and unsure of what to do, until you gush, and the most beautiful high courses through your body.

"Would you look at that, Bunny. You're a messy little girl. I'm going to have you on every fucking surface in this library. Just make sure you always close down by yourself," he squats down, and his tongue licks up through your tender pussy, leaving his beard soaked in your juices. "Just remember who makes you feel this good."

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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.

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.

thank you for reading!

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Imagine meeting frank's niece for the first time.

Paring: Frank Adler X Reader girlfriend

"Y/N you'll love Mary she's a sweet little girl and very smart."

You smile back at Frank. "I don't doubt that i would love to meet her Frank, we have been dating for a year so.."

He smiles. "Come on I'm picking her up from school in a few you can come with"

You stand up in the cafe and Frank throws some money on the table and takes your hand in his placing a kiss on it.

You and Frank have been seeing each other for a few years and things got heated a few times but you both love each other, then he asked you out for coffee today and now you were meeting his niece the smartest girl on the planet.

You two get to his place and the school bus pulls up and mary gets off and sees frank and you holding hands, she runs to frank. "uncle frank" He kneels down and catches her. "hi sweetheart did you have a good day at school?"

She nods and looks at you. "Hello" You smile. "Hi Mary it's nice to meet-" Mary says. 'i have to go do homework"

She runs into the house and sets her books on the kitchen table.

Frank takes your hand in his and you say. 'Did i scare her?"

He smiles. 'Nah she's okay hon come on" You two walk into the house and Mary looks at you and smiles.

You smile back and Frank says. "Mary this is y/n uncle frank's Girlfriend"

Mary walks over to you and says. "Nice to meet ya y/n sorry if i just ran in but i have to get my homework done or Mrs Stevenson won't be happy" She walks back to the table and you nod. "I see, do you need help?"

Frank says. "no she's good right hun?" She nods "yes i'm ok but thank you for asking" Y

You look at Frank and walk to him saying. "She's very sweet" Frank looks at you smiling. "I told you you would like her" he kisses you and says. "What should we have for dinner tonight girls?"

You smile. "I'm ok with anything" Mary is writing in her notebook and says. "Mrs Stevenson was asking about you Uncle Frank"

He looks over at her. "oh? everything ok?"

Mary nods. "Yea she just asked how you are and wanted to go out to dinner with us" You look at Frank. "Dinner?"

Frank sighs. "I used to uh...date her..till i found out she was married i broke things off right away" You nod. "right..."

Frank looks at you. "hon it's nothing like that still, im with you not her she's in the past"

You smile. "I know but i still can't help but feel a bit..um..jealous?" Frank smiles. "nah hon no reason for that" he kisses your head. "it's all good now" you smile. "thanks"

Wasn't sure how to end this...maybe i'll be writing a part two but i haven't seen the movie so i did my best.

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[sarahrogersevans]

Cute request where Mary and little three years old cousin molly (frank and reader's kid) puts makeup on frank while he is asleep. Reader was cooking up some dinner

Little Troublemakers- Frank Adler xreader fan fic request

Summary: Mary and her cousin draws on Frank’s face while he’s asleep on the couch and Y/N is busy in the kitchen cooking dinner

Warnings: fluff, angst, kids being silly

-Frank’s POV-

I just got back to the house from working on my boat and I felt really tired and I heard Y/N cooking in the kitchen and I saw her by the stove and I went over to say hi and I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her and I kissed her cheek and her neck and said “mmm hi baby, watcha cooking babe? It smells good.” She smiled at me and said “meatloaf and Mac and cheese for the kids.” I dipped my finger in the sauce and said “yum, so good Y/N, I’m gonna go take a nap ok?” She hugged me and said “alright honey I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

I went to go lay on the couch and a bit later while I was sleeping I thought I heard giggling and I thought I felt something on my face but I was probably just dreaming so I went back to sleep fully. Mary said “hehe here molly draw the mustache and I’ll get the rest.” Molly nodded her head and said “here this good?” Mary nodded and said “ha! That looks great! He’s gonna love it.”

-Y/N’s POV-

I had just finished cooking dinner and I set the table for us and put everything on the table and I went to find Frank to wake him and I giggled seeing he had a drawing on his face and I saw the girls come out and I said “girls you are trouble makers drawing on your uncles face though.. it does looks really funny..” I noticed Frank was waking up and they quickly sat at the table and I went to hug him and I said “babe.. dinner is ready.” Frank noticed I was trying not to laugh and said “what? What is it Y/N?..” I looked down and he grabbed a mirror and said “oh, well that’s peachy.. Mary? Did you draw on my face while I was sleeping?” Mary burst into laughter and said “it looks great doesn’t it?” He laughed a bit and said “yes it does you’re a natural artist you silly girl but how many times have I told you to not draw on my face?” Mary nodded and said “five times Frank.. I’m sorry, I’ll help you clean it.” Frank shook his head and went to go hug Mary and said “no it’s alright thank you for apologizing Mary no harm done it’ll come off and Molly you drew the other parts hmm?” She smiled shyly and said “yes uncle I did .. sorry.” Frank smiled and said “no it’s ok you did really good you should draw more.”

I love how Frank encouraged Molly he is so good with kids this is why I love Frank so much.

We ate dinner and then I had the girls help me clean up and then I got the girls to bed early so Frank and I could have some time alone for the evening and Frank came out from washing his face and he sat down by me kissing my cheek and said “are the girls asleep?” I nodded my head and laid on his chest hugging him and said “yep both are in bed for the night. He cuddled me close to him and said “those girls drive me nuts but I love how they try to make us laugh no matter how tough things have been lately, I’m doing my best for our family.”

I kissed him and caressed his cheek gently and I said “I know Frank they love you and I do too, I love you do much and we’re proud of you and the girls are doing well in school.” Frank smiles at me and plays with my hair and we napped together for a bit and then checked on the girls before going to bed for the night hoping they’d be alright until morning, Frank and I love our family so much they are both very energetic trouble makers but we love them regardless.

Hi darling! Sorry it’s kinda short 😅 but I hope you enjoy it xx🤍

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[theycallmebecca]

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 🥺🧡

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.

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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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[eulalielatibule]

can we get dad frank on a road trip? 🤭💕

Hehe I can imagine how grumpy he'd be!!

Okay so this being Florida, I think Frank would want to rent an RV for the road trip.

Saves money on staying at a hotel and just makes it a little more interesting.

He gets some stuff to keep you and Mary busy

(and to keep out of his way hehe)

And he's very strict about the schedule.

"Guys we won't be stopping for another three hours, at least try to go to the bathroom."

"No we can't stop to look at [tourist attraction.] It's not on the itinerary."

And of course you tell him to lighten up, it's a vacation you're supposed to be having fun!

And he does lighten up, stops at a few places that you and Mary want to check out.

And one of the stops?

Disney World!!!!

It was a surprise, but Frank had been saving up and he knew the you two would have fun.

And he takes you two fishing too!!

And to national parks and what not.

Admittedly he's bummed out by the end of the trip, and is already starting to plan for the next road trip!

Hehe Cranky Franky 🤭

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[tuiccim]

Water and Whiskey

Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: After over three year away, you finally return home for the holidays. Could a chance meeting with an old crush spark a new flame?

Features: Fluff, Implied smut TW: Family drama (Reader and family are not on good terms.)

A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y writing challenge and gift exchange. This story is gifted to the ever lovely, @beach-daydreaming. I hope you enjoy it lovely! This is my first time writing for Frank. Thank you so much to my beta readers, @whisperlullaby and @awesomerextyphoon!

The security guard of the marina looked at your modest car dubiously as you pulled up to the entrance. Flashing your pass and license at him, he waves you through with a shrug. After coming home to Florida for the first time in nearly three and a half years, you had spent an uncomfortable evening with your family. Hoping for the holiday spirit would lighten the mood had proved fruitless. So, after several hours and more pointed conversations than you could stomach, you had no choice but to escape. You head to the one place where you had always found solace growing up, the water. 

As you walked down the dock to your family’s boat slip, you could see there was only one other boat with lights on further down. The clink of tools and softly spoken curses were unmistakable as you carefully boarded your vessel and made your way down below. It was the same as you always remembered and the bottle of much needed whiskey was easily located. A highball glass, a perfectly square chunk of ice, and a stiff pour had you sighing in relief. 

The night had been taxing to say the least. You had returned at the behest of your family to discuss an important matter. You were hopeful this would be a reconciliation of sorts and looked forward to telling them you were being transferred back to the area. The night had begun smoothly enough but as dinner progressed it became increasingly more obvious that the “important matter” was your need to move up in the world or marry well to stop embarrassing them all. You were a stain on the family reputation, the reprobate that chose to follow your heart rather than the family dictates. 

Your musings are interrupted by a voice from above, “Ahoy there!” 

Your eyes widen as you recognize the voice as smooth as the drink in your hand. You down the liquid contents and grab the bottle before taking the stairs up. 

“Ahoy yourself,” you smirk as your eyes light on the handsome face of Frank Adler. 

“Well, if the prodigal daughter hasn’t returned,” Frank smiles as he looks you over. 

“Yup,” you pop the 'p' while pouring yourself another glass of the amber liquid. 

“Shouldn’t you be home having a fancy dinner?”

“Been there, done that, and lost my appetite. Besides whiskey is a perfectly acceptable alternative to turkey,” you sip from your glass while studying him over the rim. Making up your mind, you smile at him, “Care to join me?”

“Permission to come aboard?” Frank raises a playful eyebrow. 

“Granted,” you turn away coyly and return below. As expected, he follows you. “How have you been, my fellow prodigal?”

"Missing you mostly," Frank quips. 

"Awwww, be still my heart," you sass back.

"How about you? Where have you been?" Frank's voice turned more serious as he found a seat on the couch and watched you fix his drink. 

"Got away, finished school, found a job, and lived my life on my own terms. Not anyone else's. It's been great," you hand him the glass and sit next to him.

"What brings you back to town then?" Frank raises an eyebrow. 

"My family asked me to visit. I hoped this would be a reconciliation but not so much," you shrug and then change the subject. "How's Mary?"

Frank gives a genuine smile, "She is a little sasshole."

"Sasshole?" You laugh. "Must take after her uncle."

"Definitely," Frank grins and launches into an explanation of Mary's college classes, girl scout troop, and growth as both a prodigy and a kid. 

"Sounds like she's doing amazing," you study him over the rim of your glass. He looks the same, maybe somehow even more handsome than you remember. You’d always been so attracted to him but you knew his reputation and you were sure you had never been his type.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I'm, uh, I'm moving back."

"Why? Your parents?" Frank’s brows knit together. 

"No, I got a job offer. It's a dream job and I can't pass up the opportunity. Even if it is here," you explain.

"What happened tonight?" Frank asks the question he's had on the tip of his tongue since he first saw you. He knew you being here alone could only mean one thing. 

"Same thing that always happens, Frank. I'm a stain on the family's pristine reputation. I need to move up or marry up in the world and stop embarrassing them with the demeaning work I do." You shake your head at the absurdity of it all. 

"Your family is a piece of work," he shakes his head and shifts a little closer to you. 

"Tell me about it " you roll your eyes.

"Of course, you know about mine. No room to talk."

You laugh and salute him with your glass, eyeing him as he leans in closer.

"You could always start dating me. That would give them another reason to look down on you," Frank winks. 

"Oh no, they'd love that. Evelyn Adler's son! The brother of the brilliant mathematician that solved Navier-Stokes. What excellent stock to produce grandchildren from," you roll your eyes.

"Are you serious?" Franks asks incredulously.

"I don't know," you shrug.

"Is that why you were never interested in me?"

"What?" Your confused stare makes him chuckle.

"I mean, you always kept me at arms length. We'd always talk but you rarely flirted back whenever I saw you at Ferg's," Frank elbows you playfully.

"Pfft, you never flirted with me. Besides, you were looking for a one-nighter and that's not my style. You knew that," you look down at your glass, a little embarrassed.

"What if I had wanted more than that?" Frank asks.

"Frank, we both know that the only person you could commit to then was Mary. She took up your whole life except for Friday nights. That's all you had to give to anyone."

"Yeah," Frank sips his drink while staring into the distance. "Yeah, that's true. Still true in some ways."

"Just some ways?" You raise your eyebrow and shift a little closer to him.

"Yeah. Mary still takes up most of my time but…" he trails off, looking away. 

"But what?" You prompt, forcing his gaze back to yours.

"But now I'm ready. I want to have the same person on those Friday nights. Eventually, in between Friday nights, too."

"What? Frank Adler is ready to commit!?!" You tease him.

"Yeah, I am," Frank scratches the back of his neck as if a little bit embarrassed. 

"Anyone made the cut?"

"I was dating a teacher, Mary's teacher, for a while but it didn't really pan out."

"Sounds complicated," your lips twist.

"It was,” Frank chuckles.

"What about now?"

"Hadn't really been anyone who caught my attention until recently," Frank’s gaze makes your stomach drop. 

"Do tell. Who's caught your eye recently?" You ask.

"Old acquaintance. Showed up out of nowhere. I hear she might even be moving back to town soon."

"Frank," you roll your eyes at his insinuation, trying to hide how you really feel.

"You really never realized I was flirting with you?"

"You never flirted with me!" Your mouth gapes in disbelief. 

"Only every single time I saw you," Frank looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"No, you… We were just friends. You never-" cutting yourself off, you look back on the times over the years you ran into Frank. He was always sweet, solicitous but not flirtatious. He always complimented you but it was just him being nice. He- shit, you realize what an idiot you are. Frank seems to see the realization on your face and smirks. 

"It's not Friday. Where is Mary?" You ask suddenly.

Frank seems caught off guard by the question,"Uh, Roberta has her for the night so I could work late. I needed to have that boat repair done by the morning. Why?"

Draining your glass and setting it on the table, you lean into Frank. His arms immediately go around you. Putting your lips close to his you say quietly, "It's not Friday so I won't be one of your Friday Night girls."

Frank looks at you with a grin, "Shouldn't I take you on a date first? If we're gonna do this right?"

"Frank," you say coyly, "we're the renegades. We do things our own way. Sometimes completely backwards."

"I have some backwards moves I can show you," he teases, nudging your nose with his.

You straighten, smile at him, and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Then let's get started."

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[levans44]

soft spooky headcanons—chris evans characters

soft spooky headcanons (inspired by prompts by @novelbear) in honor of october, for some of my fav ce characters! @brandycranby this is all you babe :)))

steve: steve takes you on a classic amusement park date to coney island. it's the annual halloween harvest and the whole pier is fully decked out with spooky jack-o-lanterns and skeleton cutouts. you even spot a couple kiddos dressed as captain america in the costume parade ('oh look, you should've worn your suit, babe!'). steve somehow manages to convince you to try out the haunted house, and you venture inside, apprehensive. by the end of the ride, you're clutching onto steve's arm for dear life as he shields you (get it?) from all the cackling clowns and chainsaw murderers chasing you down. 'they're just actors, hon!' he tries not to smile as you glare up at him at the exit, still refusing to let go of his arm. it's okay though—he makes it up to you by winning you a teddy bear with a perfect score at the balloon dart. 'show-off' you grumble, burying your face in the soft plushy as he pulls you into his side, kissing you on the top of your head 🧸💕

andy: he's been stressed lately, working overtime at the office nearly every day of the week. you surprise him one night with a pumpkin carving date, which ends up stressing him out even more b/c of the way you're holding your knife like that and '—oh, jesus, honey please watch your thumb.' he'd eventually have to abandon his own and come over to help you, his hand on top of yours as he guides you. you both eventually give up on the carving and settle with some take-out from your favorite place, promising to go and shop for some halloween decor first thing tomorrow.

frank: with mary out trick or treating w/ roberta, you and frank were planning a chill night at home handing out candy to trick or treaters. he didn't have a costume in mind but you'd convinced him to put on a batman mask so you could have matching outfits... he'd be looking in the mirror, complaining about how ridiculous the mask looks when you you'd show up from the other room dressed in a sexy little cat woman get up and, well... he's too busy getting you out of that leather skirt you end up missing most of the trick or treaters at your door 🤦‍♀️ 🤦‍♀️

ransom: it's date night at his place, and your turn to pick the movie. you settle on your favorite horror movie and get all excited, switching all the lights off in his living room and bringing out some cozy candles, plopping down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and his quilted blankie🥰 he grumbles that horror movies are dumb, but he'd never admit out loud that he secretly hates the jump scares... he'd be cursing a lot at first to act like mr tough man around you😤😤 but by the end he'd pull you onto his lap, squeezing you tight and refusing to let go. you'd pretend not to notice the little high-pitch yelp he lets out at a particularly loud jump scare... you'll just have to save it and tease him about it later 😏

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[brandycranby]

CE characters and their attitudes towards your DIY home improvement in no particular order 😌🫶🏻✨️🔨

steve: he's got the enthusiasm !! but little skill !! 💪🏻😁 scrapes drywall off while trying to remove old caulk. unlimited energy so he takes over when you need a breather

curtis: would rather you not do anything. he's got this. go relax, that's not how you should do things. 🤨 please sit down, don't touch the spackle or the box cutter or the drill-

ari: bemused and quiet, hands you things when you put your hand out. will not give advice unless you ask first. rubs you down when you get sore after 😙

frank: excuse you, he's the handyman expert here. crosses his arms and waits for you to give up so he can take over. thinks you're cute trying to lift things 🤫

johnny: steady stream of commentary and hovers over your shoulder. tries to distract you halfway through with ear kisses, is successful 😚

andy: mr stinky house husband, very organized, much plan. has all the tools. trusts you enough to leave you alone but keeps an ear out for trouble 😶‍🌫️

jake: he can help!! he's handy!! less detail oriented than you'd prefer but gets the job done. good with measuring things and heavy lifting heehee 😏

ransom: no. absolutely not. stop trying to find things wrong with his house. convinced that you're going to break your neck changing lightbulbs 🫥

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Hey 👋

Can I give you three promts for the writing challenge?

With Frank Adler, Friends to Lovers and the Dialogue "You're funny, but I can tell you’re hiding something."

Oh I love this and I haven't written for Frank for ages! Thank you for sending in some prompts and I hope you enjoy!

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Locked In - Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: Your usual Friday night with Frank takes a surprising turn

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Tiny bit of Angst!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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“You’re gonna be hanging out with Y/N right?” Mary asks from her spot on the floor as she played with her Legos.

“Yeah… why?” Frank asks slowly frowning slightly.

“No reason” Mary states with a shrug of her shoulders.

Franks hums nodding his head and going back to the work he was doing. Sceptically watching Mary as she continued to play wondering if Mary was up to something.

“Is she coming here?” Mary asks after a few minutes.

“Yeah, then we’ll be going out to the bar like we usually do” Frank nods, Mary was definitely up to something but he couldn’t work out what.

“Will she be here before I go to Roberta’s?” Mary asks hopefully, Frank’s shoulders relaxing, Mary wasn’t up to something she just wanted to see you.

“Depends on when Roberta wants to take you to the movies,” Frank tells her as he focuses back on his work.

“Can you ask Y/N to come early so I can see her?” Mary asks.

Frank sighs softly “I’ll ask but I can’t promise anything okay?” He offers as he reaches for his phone.

Mary grins back at him “Thanks Frank!”

Frank chuckles lightly, shaking his head as he quickly texts you before getting back to the work he was doing.

Later that evening Frank was just tidying up the plates from dinner when he heard you knock on the front door. Quickly drying his hands he made a move to open the door but Mary flew past him and beat him to it.

“Y/N!” Mary shouted hugging you tightly before you even had the chance to step inside.

“Hey sweetpea, you alright?” You smile hugging her back.

“Yep, me and Roberta are going to the movies tonight” Mary grins.

“Oh wow, what are you watching?” You ask her with a warm smile.

“The new Lightyear movie,” Mary says making you gasp.

“Well, I am very jealous! I’m stuck with Frank all evening” you smirk glancing up at Frank.

Franks huff shaking his head “well you’re more than welcome to join them” he offers “just because you have a crush on the voice actor” he mumbles under his breath.

“I’m good, maybe another time” you grin “how you doing?” You say walking over to hug Frank.

“Good, ready for a night out,” Frank says with a tired nod of his head.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m here then” you smirk “oh that reminds me I tried to come in through the back door but it wouldn’t budge”

“Yeah the locks busted, someone’s coming out tomorrow, at least it's stuck locked rather than unlocked,” Frank says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Yeah that is lucky, so what time are we heading out?” You ask as you put your purse down on the couch.

“Soon after Mary heads over, speaking of which, Mary have you got everything you need?” Frank calls out looking over your shoulder at Mary.

“Yep!” She calls back as she picks up Fred to give him a cuddle.

“I just need to finish clearing up too,” Frank says gesturing to the kitchen behind him with his thumb.

“No worries let me help, I’ll dry while you wash” you offer with a shrug of your shoulders, Frank goes to argue but you hold your finger up to stop him “Don’t bother telling me to relax because I’m gonna help so c’mon,” you say pushing past him into the kitchen.

A short while later Mary ran into the kitchen “Frank, Roberta’s waving for me to come over, can I go?”

“Sure thing, see you in the morning squirt” Frank nods drying his hands.

“‘Kay!” Mary smiles before turning on her heels to leave.

“Oi don’t we get a goodnight?” Frank questions, his brow raised.

“Goodnight!” She calls back as she runs out the door and towards Roberta.

Frank lets out a huff and he shakes his head “well at least we can finally get out of here” he sighs “I just gotta change my shirt and we’ll go”

“Fine but don’t put on that yellow Hawaiian one, I hate it,” you tell him firmly.

“There’s a fine line between love and hate” Frank smirks over his shoulder, earning a roll of the eyes from you as he disappears into his bedroom.

He reappeared a couple of minutes later in a light blue shirt “right let's go” he says clapping his hands together “there's a beer with my name on it at the bar”

“I’ll second that” you chuckle as you follow him over to the door.

But as he goes to open it the door refuses to open “what the fuck” he mutters trying again but with litter success.

“What’s going on?” You ask frowning in confusion.

“The door won’t open, it seems to be stuck on something,” Frank says trying to open it again with more force.

“Careful! You don’t wanna break it!” You tell him, shaking your head.

“Well, how else are we supposed to get out to the bar?” Frank argues.

“We’re not going to able to go to the bar if you break the door! Look just call Roberta, see if she can help us” you point out.

“Fine” Frank huffs patting down his jeans, frowning when he couldn’t find his phone “were the hell did i-“ he mutters as he turns around to look for his phone.

“Do you want me to call it?” You say knowingly.

“Yeah” Frank grumbles as he continues to look.

You roll your eyes as you open up your purse and start looking for your phone “that’s strange I could have sworn I left the house with it” you mumble as you put your bag down and start emptying its contents, your phone nowhere to be found.

“You lost your phone too?” Frank asks brow arched.

“No, I just forgot it clearly, look we can find yours somewhere, where did you last have it?” You ask standing back up hands on your hips.

“Um, either my work desk or the kitchen” he guesses scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay well you check the desk, I’ll do the kitchen and check your bedroom too, you might have taken it in there when you changed” you sigh heading into the kitchen.

After half an hour of searching the entire apartment, you still hadn’t found Frank’s phone. You collapse back onto the couch while Frank paces back and forth shaking his head.

“What the hell are we gonna do?” He says.

“We’re gonna have to wait until Roberta gets back with Mary,” you tell him.

“That’s gonna be hours!” Frank complains “fahk I was really looking forward to that beer” he huffs collapsing down on the couch next to you.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have this then,” you say leaning over the side of the couch to pull out a bottle of scotch.

“Why’d you have that?” Frank frowns in confusion as you twist open the top.

“Remember last Friday when we took the bottle from Fergs and promised we’d bring a full one back” you prompt taking a swig and passing the bottle to Frank.

“Vaguely” he sighs as he takes a large sip.

“Well that was the bottle, I’ll just have to get another” you shrug.

“I’ll pay for it since it’s kinda my fault we’re stuck” Frank offers.

“Nah it’s fine, it was out of your control,” you say shaking your head.

“Still fahking sucks, I did not plan to be here tonight,” he says with a long sigh.

“Yeah but it’s not like we’re doing anything different, we’re still just chatting and drinking, we’re just not in a slightly run down and noisy bar” you point out.

“True, and technically this booze is free” Frank hums nodding his head as he takes another sip of the scotch.

“Exactly and when Roberta gets back and frees us, if we still wanna we can head to the bar then” you suggest as you take the scotch from him.

“Sounds like a plan” Frank agrees holding his hand up for a high five, which you quickly give.

For the next couple of hours, you and Frank talked, laughed and slowly worked your way through the bottle of scotch. Frank got all his frustrations off his chest and you told him what had been going on at your job.

You let out a long sigh, slumping back against the back of the couch. Frank looked over at you from his position noticing the sad look in your eyes.

“Hey,” he says nudging your knee “What’s up? You’ve gone all quiet,” he says.

“Hm?” You hum looking over at him before shaking your head and waving him off “oh it’s nothing”

“It’s not nothing, my issue of trying to find a specific pony toy for mary was nothing and you listen to me rant on about that” Frank reminds you, hand on his chest.

You chuckle weakly before your smile falls a second later and let out another sigh “remember my ex that left me before I moved here?” You say looking over at him.

“Yeah” Frank hums his brows furrowing in concern.

“He’s getting married this weekend” you mutter before taking a long sip of scotch.

“Oh… I’m sorry” Frank says softly as he reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder.

“I just-“ you sniffle “I dunno I just never expected it to happen ya know… I think I was pretending it wasn’t real but then it just hit me this morning that it- it was real,” you say your hand shaking slightly as you wiped away your tears.

“Hey, c’mere” Frank sighs wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“I mean I’m over him, but I just was so happy with him too and knowing he’s found his person and I haven’t just fucking sucks and it makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me” you ramble.

“Hey, hey, hey there is nothing wrong with you,” Frank say pulling away enough to look down at you, cupping your cheek and tilting your head back enough so you were looking up at him.

“Then why is he getting married and I’m not” you sniffle, eyes glassy with tears.

“Because men are stupid, he was stupid for not wanting you, every man in the world is stupid for not wanting you because nobody can do better than you, you’re this amazing, beautiful, kind, caring woman and men are stupid for not…” Frank says the words dying in his throat, blinking a couple of times as he looked down at you “for not seeing what was right in front of him”

You blinked a couple of times in shock and Frank couldn’t blame you, he was in shock too. But not because of what he said, not really anyway, but because of the realisation he had while saying it. The realisation of what was right in front of him the whole time and how he never noticed it until right now.

“Frank I-“ you started but you didn’t get to finish your sentence as Frank surged forward and crashed his lips against yours.

Your squeak of surprise had him instantly pulling back. His eyes wide with worry as you stared back in shock, your hand raising, your fingers hesitantly touching your lips.

“Shit” Frank muttered “shit shit shit”

“Frank,” you said quietly, too quiet for Frank to hear you over his panic.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so so sorry” he continued shaking his head.

“Frank wait just-“ you say reaching out to touch his arm.

“I’ve fucked it all up, fahk” he mutters shaking his head before dropping your head into his hands.

“No frank you haven’t just-“ you try again.

“I’m so sorry and you’re trapped here, fahk” Frank groans shaking his head.

He heard you let out a small groan before you grabbed his cheeks, turned him to look at you and then crashed your lips against his.

When you pulled back Frank looked back at you in shock “you have not ruined anything Frank, far far from it” you promise him.

“I haven’t?” Frank mutters in disbelief.

“No, no of course not, I was just surprised that’s all I- I guess I never realised how much I wanted that until I got it” you admit with a small shrug of your shoulders.

“Honestly I didn’t either until I said what I said,” Frank says honestly, his hand moving to rest over yours

You let out a light chuckle, smiling warmly over at him “well thank god we got trapped here, I don’t think this would have happened if we’d gone to the bar” you chuckle, thumb stroking over his beard.

Frank chuckles before suddenly he remembers something, Mary had asked for his phone to take photos of Fred “the little gremlin” he grumbles.

“What?” You frown in confusion, sitting back.

“Mary took my phone, I’m guessing she has yours too because it’s not like you to forget it, and I bet whatever is blocking that door was put there by her when she left” he explains pointing over to the front door.

“And you texted me to come early because she wanted to see me” you add shaking your head “damn that kid is clever” you chuckle.

“God she’s gonna be in so much trouble when I see her” Frank mutters shaking his head.

“Well while her methods were questionable, I’d say she got some pretty great results” you smirk leaning closer, hand running over his chest.

A lopsided grin grows on Frank's face “very true, I’ll still be having words in the morning but in the meantime why don’t we just enjoy ourselves” he smirks.

“Sounds perfect” you grin, taking his hand and following him into the bedroom.

The following morning, both you and Frank were woken by someone knocking on the door. Frank passed you one of his shirts while he slips on a pair of sweatpants.

Frank pokes his head out of the door and sees Roberta standing by the window by the front door, peering in “it's Roberta with Mary, wait here” he says looking over his shoulder at you.

Walking over to the door he points to whatever it was that was blocking it. Roberta nods and quickly moves it out of the way, allowing Frank to open the door.

“Hey when you didn’t come over to pick her up, I was starting to get worried so popped over,” Roberta says as he opens the door.

“I know, something was blocking the door so we couldn’t get out,” Frank says looking down at Mary “what even was it?”

“A bunch of wood that you were gonna make a bench out of ages ago,” Roberta says.

“Hm interesting, you wouldn’t happen to know how that got there would you Mary?” Frank asks arching a brow.

“How would I know? I’m only 8 how I’m too small to move all that” Mary says shoving past him, going to grab Fred.

“You’re funny, but I know you’re hiding something” Frank states following after her “like where you’ve hidden mine and Y/N’s phone?”

“I dunno,” Mary says refusing to meet his gaze.

“Mary this is serious” Frank states “did you even think what could have happened if there was an emergency or a fire!”

“Frank, calm down no harm was done,” you say appearing from the bedroom.

A wide grin grows on Mary’s face when she sees you “yes I knew it would work!” She exclaims.

“So you did do it!” Frank states crossing his arms over his chest.

“Only because you two are perfect for each other!” Mary argues.

“That’s no excuse! Now I want you to go apologise to Y/N for stealing her phone” Frank says pointing over to you.

“Sorry Y/N,” she says with a remorseful sigh.

“It's okay sweetpea, no harm done,” you tell her gently.

“Now go to your room, you’re grounded for the rest of the weekend,” Frank tells her pointing to her room “no buts now go” he warns when she goes to argue.

Mary huffs in annoyance but does as she’s told, stomping off to her bedroom.

“Thanks for having her last night Roberta, hope she wasn’t an issue” Frank sighs turning back to face Roberta.

“It’s nothing, and hey,” she says before lowering her voice “if you wanna unground her, I can watch her while you two finally go on your first date” she winks.

Frank glances over at you to see a smirk growing on your face “would be nice to get out” you smirk.

Frank didn’t even need to think for a second before he called out to Mary “Mary I’ve changed my mind”

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Flowers of Waverley Road: You Can Have It All - Frank X Lavender Masterlist

Needy and touched starved.  The baby of the family, and everyone had moved on, and left you alone in the giant mansion.  Homeschooled, and unable to travel, you are literally always alone.  Left to wander the halls and dream about actually seeing the world.  Heavy security detail whenever you leave the grounds.  You father didn’t think about the builders Ari and Frank who had come to work on the house.  What starts off as teasing Ari, leads into something completely different with Frank.  A man just as touch starved as you, and one that is willing to hide you away from the harsh and cruel world of the mafia.

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy.  Please read ALL warnings before proceeding.  And as always minors DNI.

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Oh what about Frank (from gift) meets mary's favorite college teacher and wants to ask her out.

hi! I hope this is what you wanted!

summary - frank may be a bit nervous.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Frank nervously walks into the classroom for parents/teacher night. Damn Mary for doing this to him. He’ll admit her teacher is cute, and he may have taken a liking to her, but he doesn’t do relationships. But deep inside, he knows he wants to but only with her.

“Mr Adler, it’s lovely to see you.” His heart nearly leaps out of his chest from the sound of her voice. “It’s nice to see you too, Miss.” He clears his throat, embarrassed of the crack in it.

Frank watches as she smiles kindly, “rumour has it, I make you nervous.” A sly smile graces her lips, his face flushes a deep red, and he clears his throat again. “I’m glad you came. Mary has been doing wonderful in this class” we sit as she speaks to him, “usually she finishes the work I give everyone extremely fast, so I tend to give her more advanced work while we wait.”

He nods along, but he can feel himself get lost in her being. His hands are getting clammy, “DO YOU WANT TO GET COFFEE WITH ME SOMETIME?!” He accidentally shouts.

His face goes completely red, both of our eyes are wide, her mouth slightly open from when she was talking. Frank quickly gets up and heads for the door, “Frank, wait! Frank! Jesus Christ, why do you have to be so damn fast?!” He hears her angrily huff before a hand grabs onto his wrists.

He doesn’t turn, but he does stop, “ask me again.” He hears her say, “Frank, ask me again.”

He gulps and slowly turns around, looking shyly into her eyes. “Would you like to go out for coffee with me sometime?” He frowns as he watches her giggle, starting to think he messed it all up.

“I would love to go for coffee with you sometime. How about tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow works.” He replies with a smile, both staring into each other’s eyes.

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Old Habits

Frank Adler x Reader

Chapter 3

Masterlists Chapter 2 Summary: Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don’t die. Chapter Summary: Franks recounts the story of what drove Y/n to leave, though, it may do more harm than good. Warnings- Angst, mentions of miscarriage

Three years earlier When he got home, the television was off and the house was quiet, which was strange, he knew for sure that she wasn't working that night. Usually, on the evenings that Y/n was home, when Frank got in at around seven, the TV would be on even if no one was watching, and his girls would be in the kitchen getting started on dinner. That night, in addition to the crushing stillness, it didn’t seem like anyone was cooking. 

As he set his tool box down on the table near the front door where he usually worked on smaller projects, Frank slowly trudged through the house, vaguely noting the smaller signs of disarray; a few of Mary’s books strewn on the sofa, Y/n’s hospital badge discarded on the worn coffee table, and a opened package near it. 

Instead of going to find either of them, he stopped near the package, moving one of the box’s top flaps to have a peek inside. At the sight of its contents, his shoulders slumped and he released a heavy breath. A stuffed duck and a little yellow onesie, probably sized for a newborn; the sticker from the shipping company proved that it might have been a gift from her parents, probably sent on its way before they’d lost the baby. 

No wonder the house was quiet- Y/n had probably sent Mary over to Roberta’s so she could have some time alone after opening that package. They’d been trying to shield Mary from the entire thing; initially, they'd been waiting for the twenty week scan before telling her, which, in the end, had saved them the heartache of having to explain what had happened after the miscarriage. 

Nineteen weeks and three days, they were almost there. 

Until they weren't.

A late miscarriage- that was what the doctor had called it. For him and Y/n though, it could all be neatly encompassed under one blanket term; the most devastating experience of their lives. He didn’t think anything had hurt that bad since Diana’s passing, and even then, it was still different. At least he’d had the privilege of knowing his sister, but they'd only gotten to hold their son once. Nicolas, it had taken hours to come up with the right name for their sleeping angel, and when they had, it was devastating- naming a child they couldn't take home.

Watching Y/n grieve had been even more heartbreaking; she’d always been the smile through it and keep busy type and it was devastatingly clear that she was struggling to maintain the facade. She'd dove straight into work from the minute she was declared physically well enough and he could see that her efforts to keep moving forward was wearing Y/n thin.

But she also wasn’t letting him in. Only two weeks had passed since the very small send off they'd held for him, just the pair of them, Roberta and their closest friends; Jack and Amanda, and every time he tried to bring it up, Y/n would just push him a little further away. Frank was trying, he was giving it very best, but he could feel the distance yawning wider every time they shared a room.

It was normal, space was normal, he'd convinced himself of it- grief could be very isolating for some. She'd open up eventually, they just needed to get though the worst of it.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Frank continued through their small abode in search of Y/n. Upon deciding that she wasn’t in the kitchen, he headed to their bedroom. Frank didn’t know what he was expecting to see when he walked in, but he did know that two half packed suitcases on the bed was far from it.

Emotional space he understood, but the prospect of physical distance made his blood run cold. He couldn't lose her too.

“Y/n?” He called out to her, audibly confused, tuning to where she stood, taking things out of her side of the closet. “What’s…..”

“Frank,” she gasped, turning with several articles on hangers clutched close to her chest. Swallowing thickly, she paused, standing just a couple feet away from him. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red rimmed, it was so obvious that she’d been crying, probably since she opened the package, and it killed him to see her hurting like that. He wished he could take it away- he wished they didn’t have to go through that at all. “You…..I thought you said you were working late.”

She was going to leave without telling him?

Frank scoffed, “That’s the best you can do?” He nudged to the suitcases, both half filled with her things. Ducking his head, he sniffled quietly, “I don't understand why you’d just…..is it something I’m doing? Is it not enough? Is it too much?”

Dumping the clothes in a pile on the bed, Y/n approached him quickly, reaching out to grab his forearms, her touch soft and comforting, “No, no. God no, its not…this doesn’t have anything to do with you,” her voice broke pitifully, “I can't do it anymore. Its just….this whole place, reminds me of what we lost. Every time I look at you, all I can think of is how I’ll never know if he  has your eyes or your smile; every time I look at you,” a hitched sob escaped her lips, “It hurts.”

Losing his sister fractured his heart, losing their baby boy had pulled the pieces apart but having his fiancee tell him that looking at him hurt felt like a semi was doing laps over the remains. 

Without even trying, he was the reason for her pain.

Stumbling aimlessly, Frank’s knees buckled when the back of his thighs hit the bed. With a lump now caught in his throat, he sank to the bed, barely managing the words, “I don’t understand.”

She’d always cried so quietly, and that evening the sound of her uncontained sobs were no different, short, shallow breaths escaping her throat. “Neither do I.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Frank rose suddenly, eager to make her stay, he loved her. Mary loved her. “We can get through this, we can see a therapist or-”

“I just need to get away for a while, okay?” Get away- as if she were running from him. Escaping him, their family.

Through his tears, he watched as Y/n eased her engagement ring off her finger; a small, princess cut diamond on a simple, white gold band. They were only a couple months shy of their wedding, though, that probably wouldn’t have been happening any time soon. “Why are you giving it back?” Frank stood when she offered the ring, stepping back so she couldn’t hand it over, “If its just for a while, why are you giving it back?”

“Because I can’t keep it right now,” she sniffled, swiping at her tear stained cheeks with the back of her hand, “Please just take it.”

A shuddered breath seeped off lips, “I can’t.”

Stepping closer, Y/n reached up and slipped the ring into the breast pocket of his shirt, standing a little higher on her tiptoes so she could press a kiss- which he eagerly reciprocated- to his lips. “This isn’t goodbye,” she whispered, the tips of their noses still touching. 

His hands sought her hips and he leaned his forehead against hers. “Feels like it is,” his voice broke, and when he tried to kiss her again, she broke away right when he moved to deepen the endearment. 

“I promise its not,” Y/n licked her lips and turned away. For a couple minutes more, he just stood there, hoping she’d turn around or maybe change her mind, though, when she resumed her packing, through soft sobs and shaking breaths, Frank dragged himself out of the house- he needed to get away for a while too.

Present Day “So she just never came back?” Bonnie asked after he’d finished his painful recount. 

Frank pondered for a moment, eyes cast to the creme carpet as he leaned forward with elbows pressed into his jean clad thighs. "Yeah," sighing softly, he blinked quickly. "She was….struggling," back then, it had been hard to understand, but looking at it after all that time had passed, it was clear that she'd only been doing what she thought would help her heal. 

The ‘how’ of it though, was still a mystery to him- Frank had wanted them to grieve together, heal together. They'd lost their child together, and then they’d lost each other, he couldn’t make sense of that part. Why not choose to lean on him? Why not try to protect what they’d been left with? How could she just give up them like that?  He didn’t understand, but he couldn’t bare to let Bonnie, or anyone else, make Y/n some kind of villain. 

"That doesn't excuse what she did," Bonnie rose from the bed, coming over to affectionately clutch his shoulder, but suddenly defensive, he shrugged away. 

"Its not about-" Shaking his head, he stood, shuffling away from her and deserting the near empty bottle on the table, "I told you, its complicated."

Bonnie knitted her brows, "Why are you defending her? She left you, and that must have been horrible for Mary," it was, Mary had cried for almost a year when they'd stopped being able to reach her, and even if they rarely talked about Y/n, he could tell that his niece was still holding onto the hope that she'd come back. "I can't believe you're so….chill about this-"

“I’m not chill, it fucking hurts!” He yelled and she jumped, Frank felt a little guilty, but he couldn’t just stand there and let anyone talk about Y/n like that. “You have no idea what she went though- I don’t even know,” he pointed furiously at his chest. “But I do know that it was awful for both of us. She just….she did what she needed to," even if it broke his heart a little more every time he thought about it.

Bonnie furrowed her brows and dropped her arms, turning away from him, “Hurts.”

“What?” He scoffed. 

“You said it hurts,” she shook her head, “You’re not even over it yet,” her shoulders slumped and she rubbed her hands over her cheeks, “So what the hell are you doing with me?” When Bonnie met his gaze again, her eyes were shining and his guilt was doubled. 

Licking his lips, he approached her, reaching out for her arms, only for Bonnie to flinch away. “Its not like that,” his rasped words didn’t seem to stick the landing, and so, Frank added, “We lost our baby, it always gonna hurt,” his voice cracked and he hated the sound of it, “But I’m here with you because I want to be with you, today was the first time I’d seen her since then,” well not really. He and Y/n had still seen each other after she’d left; Mary used to visit her apartment, and they’d still been a couple back then- sort of. They used go to dinner, get drinks or go to the beach once in a while, that was why he’d been so confused when she’d just upped and left without warning. 

He was absolutely not going to tell Bonnie any of that though. 

Exhaling heavily, she shut her eyes for a minute and shook her head again, “You haven’t seen her since then,” he almost thought she believed him- until he realized it wouldn’t have even mattered, “But this evening you two just….clicked.”

His shoulders slumped and Frank found that their argument- or whatever it was- was becoming more exhausting by the minute. Before then, their relationship had been so easy going, even if he’d tried to keep some distance between them, things had been going well. It was light, fun and casual, exactly what he thought was a good way to come off a decade long relationship. “We were just catching up.”

She rolled her eyes, “I saw you two; talking like the rest of us weren’t there, they way you gave her you drink-”

“She doesn’t like margaritas, I was just trying to be nice,” he defended incredulously. 

“Well that isn’t your problem anymore!” Moving over to her sandals again, she didn’t even sit down to put them on, instead shoving her feet in and bending awkwardly to quickly close up the straps before snatching her phone and purse, “You don’t even see what’s wrong with any of this and I should not have to explain it to you,”  as she headed to the door, Frank followed a few paces behind, trying to apologize and ask where she was going. “I just need too…..” Bonnie yanked the door open, huffing frustratedly, “I just need to clear my head,” and with that, she stalked out of the room, harshly shutting the door behind herself. 

When she left, Frank shoved his hands into his pockets and threw his head back in a groan; that had not gone well. None of that would have happened if he’d said something beforehand, he knew that much; then it wouldn’t have been a shock to Bonnie and he would've been able to explain in a way that didn’t hurt her. As he trudged back towards the center of the room, still letting the whole thing turn over in his mind, Frank found that the last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts. 

Forging his shirt from earlier, he put his shoes back on and checked his back pocket for his wallet with one hand while grabbing his cell with the other. Satisfied, he left and locked the room without thinking and headed down the hall; he wanted to talk to someone- someone that understood, someone that he trusted. Someone that was five doors down. 

Not the best decision, considering he and Bonnie had literally just fought about her, but Frank was being honest with himself, she was the only person he wanted to see.

Even after so long had passed, after long days- and after good ones too- her shoulder was still the one he wanted to lay his head on.

With his head down and fists balled in the front pockets of his jeans, he slowly made his way down the hall, trying to think of what he could say to make her feel better after what had happened downstairs- he also wondered if she even wanted his comfort. And if she’d offer hers to him. They’d been getting along so well at the bar, but he wasn’t sure if it had been hurt, anger or embarrassment that had caused her to flee from the table after Jessica’s slip up, and all three of those, in his mind, warranted very different approaches. 

Frank must have been just a couple feet off from Y/n’s room, when someone calling out to him from behind made him turn around. “Hey, where you headed?” It was Jack, who’d apparently been waiting for an elevator, though upon calling out to him, had started approaching instead. 

Shaking his head, Frank waved off the question, feigning nonchalance, “Its nothing, I was just gonna….I was gonna-”

“See Y/n?” He raised his brows, appraising Frank with intrigue, “I’m not sure you wanna do that, Mandy and some of the other ladies are in there with her. They’re saying some pretty nasty things about you.”

Frank frowned, “Really?”

Jack scoffed a chuckled, stepping closer so he could sling an arm around Frank’s neck, in a brotherly hold, something that had become their 'thing' during their college years, “No," he scoffed humorously, "But she is upset about what happened. Come on,” they started walking towards the elevator, “We’ll get some beers and I’ll help you unfuck things with Bonnie.” As they stepped into the elevator, Jack moved his hand in favor of gently slapping his shoulder. 

Frank scoffed, attempting to play things off, “How do you know things are fucked up with Bonnie?”

“Aren’t they?” 

Frank shrugged, admitting begrudgingly, “They are.”  

“Exactly.” The rest of the ride down was spent in silence, and as Frank contemplated it some more, he decided that if he did want to fix things with Bonnie, then maybe drinks with his best friend was better than seeking solace in his ex fiancee. 

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