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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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🎄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.

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theycallmebecca · 6 months

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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡

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

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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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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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headcanon of Frank Adler dating a florist! reader, please! :)

Frank Adler & Florist! 💐xreader Relationship Headcannon

Summary: Frank is dating a florist and what would happen in their relationship

Warnings: none

. Frank would figure out what her favorite flowers are and surprise her with them on dates

. Mary would wanna go smell every flower at the shop

. Frank would think it is adorable that reader would make bouquets of flowers for people at home sometimes

. Reader would wanna know if Frank and Mary have favorite flowers and give Mary a free flower whenever they came by to see her and Frank would compliment her and her work

. Reader would wanna have a garden at home and Frank would wanna do what would make her happy and Mary would help with the garden

. Mary would want flowers in her room and on the table and reader would help Mary pick some out

. Frank admires his girlfriend and what she does and loves how happy she is working with flowers

Here ya go hope you enjoy 😊🤍xx

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 1 year

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You Will Find Me: Chapter. 8

A/N: Oh my word. is this an update? Sorry everyone! It took me this long with this chapter. I couldnt get where I wanted to go. But here we are! Hope ya’ll enjoy this chapter, as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I would also like to thank my three ladies here: @adulting-sucks @hollybee8917 @princessofdarkwinter ! thank you ladies again for the beta!

The door burst open as Sarah barged in with Frank hot on her heels right behind her. Both stood and looked at each other as Frank closed the door. Sarah turned to face him, angry tears pouring down her face as she looked at him.

“Sarah-“

“Frank- I just-“ Sarah started and turned her back towards him.

“Honey, look, I know there are a lot of things. But-“

“But what?” Sarah interrupted. Frank sighed, trying to find the right words to avoid her getting angry.

“I did this because I love you.”

Sarah frowned and glared at him.

“By lying to me?!”

Frank sighed again, placed his hands on his hips, and bit his bottom lip.

“I didn’t lie to you, sweetheart, and I just didn’t want to-”

Sarah stared at him with confusion. Why would he lie? To keep her when she was supposedly living another life with another man who kept showing up in her dreams?

“You didn’t want any of this, so you lied to me?!”

Before Frank could reply, his phone rang. Rolling his eyes, he ignored the call. His phone kept ringing and ringing until he could no longer ignore it. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen to see his mother’s name. Sarah looked at his screen and saw that it was his mother and her future mother-in-law.

“Frank, I suggest you answer your mother. She’s going to call me if you don’t pick up,” Sarah said as she made her way back to the bedroom and closed the door. Frank stared after her for a moment before he picked up the phone.

As Sarah stood in the bedroom, something told her to look, to search through his belongings for an answer, and that is just what she did.

Sarah turned on the lights and began to dig through Frank’s side of the closet. Pulling his hanged clothes to the side, she found unmarked boxes. She grabbed one of them and opened it, horrified to see her suspicions were correct. Sarah dropped the box as more confusion washed over her.

There were more papers of her missing case. She kept telling herself to stop looking, that it would confuse her more. But she couldn’t—paper after paper, newspaper articles, dates on the news broadcast about her whereabouts.

The door to the bedroom burst open, and Frank appeared in front of her at the closet entrance, a look of sadness and concern written on his face.

“I have to leave for a few weeks. My dad is in the hospital, and I need to help my mom with the legal- ". Frank said.

Usually, when it came to Frank’s family, Sarah would have jumped up and asked if there was anything she could do. But this time, she felt like she didn’t care. The only thing on her mind now was his lies and why he did that. And really, who she was.

Sarah stared at him, not knowing what else to say, and walked out of the closet.

“Sarah babe, I know you're mad at me. You have every right to be. But I can’t leave like this.” Frank told her. Sarah turned and faced him.

“You’re right, and I have every right to be mad. I have the right to stay mad at you for lying to me.” Sarah said as she went to get her bag to pack some overnight clothes.

“You can stay here. I’ll be at the inn sleeping in one of the extra rooms.” Sarah said and walked out. Frank called out to her, but she ignored him and continued walking away when she felt his hand on hers as he spun her around, making her face him.

“Sarah, please? Not like this.” Frank said as he placed his forehead against hers. The mix of his citrus shampoo filled her nose and would often drive Sarah crazy. But she couldn’t let him get away with it. Pulling away from him, Sarah let go of his hand and backed away from Frank.

It broke her heart to see Frank look sad and upset, but he had brought this upon himself, and he should have known.

“NO, please? Just for tonight- don’t. I-I need you.” Frank begged.

Sarah wiped her fresh tears and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Frank.”

Nat and Steve

Evening rolled around, and dinner time was quickly approaching. According to Andy and the website, the restaurant was one of the top-notch restaurants in Massachusetts. The lines were all out the door, and the reservations were about a month in advance. Lucky for both of them, they were able to secure a seat that was facing the bay. As they headed to the lobby, Nat paused and looked towards the front desk, where a woman was heard talking to a middle-aged lady.

“Beth, is there a room available?”

“Yes, there is, honey. Is there something wrong? You look upset.”

“It's-it's just a lot of things happening, and I don’t want to get into it right now. I want to lay down and take a break.”

“Okay, I’ll have Marcus get your things. The room is 417.”

“Thank you, Beth, and I’ll be back for dinner service. I can help out at the bakery.”

“Honey?” Nat heard Steve say. Nat turned to her husband and gave a smile.

“Sorry, I thought I saw something,” Nat said, giving her husband another smile. Steve looked at her as he took her hand into his.

“Alright, let’s go,” Steve said and led the way to the restaurant. As the hostess sat them at their table, Nat picked up the menu and began to browse.

“The filet mignon looks good.” Steve mentioned, making Nat giggle.

“Yea, it’s the only thing you like to eat besides my cooking,” Nat said, still giggling.

“Hey, you’re the best, okay?” Steve said as he leaned back into his chair. Nat sighed as she, too, leaned back into her chair.

The waiter came by and took their orders. Steve ordered his Filet mignon with steamed veggies, mashed potatoes, and Red Wine Mushroom Gravy. Something caught her eye just as Nat was about to order the pasta.

A dish that Sarah first taught her.

"I'll have the Baked Salmon in Filo Dough, with Pesto Sauce, lemon pepper grilled asparagus, and Lemon Pilaf Rice."

The waitress nodded and left to place their order in.

“Sarah was the one that taught me to cook that dish, too," Nat mentioned. Steve placed his glass of whisky down and sighed.

“Was that why you looked a bit lost earlier?” Steve asked. Nat sighed and leaned back into her chair.

“I thought I heard and saw her, or I don’t know. I feel this might be a mistake.” Nat said.

Steve sighed. “Natasha, we wouldn’t be here if I thought it was all wrong. When have I ever been wrong with the things I found?”

Nat looked at her husband and smiled. “Never. That’s why you and Andy work well together. By the way, does Andy know we are here?”

Steve leaned back into his chair and sighed.

“He knows, but I told him not to come unless we are sure she’s the one,” Steve said. Nat took a sip of her water.

“Okay, so what do we have so far?” Nat asked. Steve ran his hands through his hair.

“Well, we know that this place is co-owned by Frank Adler. And that his fiancé’s name is Sarah,” Steve paused.

“How they met is a mystery. But Frank comes from a wealthy prestigious family in Boston, ” Steve said, leaning back in his chair. Nat sighed and took a sip of her wine.

“Did you find anything else?” Nat asked.

Steve looked at his wife for a moment and sighed. When he read about Frank, he knew there was something off about him, and he needed to do some research, but much stuff didn’t add up due to his family status.

“What’s on your mind?” Nat asked. Steve sighed once more and ran his hands over his head.

“I saw a picture of the two on his Instagram. There’s something off about him that I can’t pinpoint what it is,” Steve said as he ran a hand across his face.

“For you not to figure it out is something new,” Nat said as she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.

“Exactly. Something doesn't add up with him nor this relationship.”

“Okay, I’ll stay behind and keep an eye on Sarah,” Nat said. Steve looked at his wife and took her hand into his.

“You have a hunch, don't you?” Steve replied. Nat smiled, “I do. But I need more information, and I feel this might be her.”

Before Steve could say anything, the waiter came by with their orders.

Sarah sat in the spare bedroom on the top floor, looking down at her left arm, a deep scar that she didn’t remember how it got there. She would often ask Frank if he knew how she got it, but he would usually change the subject to that it was the past and that she should move on.

Tears came down as the feeling of pain and sadness washed over her. Like before, the pain in Sarah's heart intensified, and her hand went to her chest.

Visions of a man with a beard came to her. The sunny beach as he held her hand. His face was a blur, but everything about this seemed familiar and calm.

The pain in her heart subsided, and Sarah regained her breathing. As she sat, the images still stayed with her. Usually, they would fade away, but this time was different—just like last time, it happened in the kitchen downstairs.

Sarah heard a faint buzz interrupting her thoughts. Sarah made her way over to the dresser and looked at Frank’s name as it flashed across the screen. He called a few more times, each time unanswered. Sarah sighed as a text from Frank popped up.

Hey honey, I know you're mad at me. But please, call me. If you choose not to, wait for me to come home, and we can discuss it. I love you, Sarah; please know that I love you with all my heart, and everything I did was to protect you.

For some reason, Sarah placed her phone down and rolled her eyes. She wanted to believe him, but Sarah felt he didn’t mean it. Her stomach started growing as she realized she hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. Putting her phone in her back pocket, Sarah walked out of her room and locked it behind her.

She started down the stairs and hit what felt like a brick wall, causing her to fall to the ground as she took the last step when she turned. Sarah heard voices around her as she tried to regain her vision. A redhead and a dark brown-haired man stood in front of her as they looked at her with their eyes wide open.

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bellsnuit · 2 years

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Another Bedroom (Frank Adler x reader)

Summary: After some time in a relationship with Frank, you walk away scared that you will ruin the life he had worked so long to maintain. He despairs because he really isn't good with words… and he's never going to be expressive.

If you like, I would be so grateful if you reblog or comments to interact ( I love to share your thoughts)

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You'd been with Frank for a year, though you spent the first five months on the sidelines: Mary was in college, thus in the public eye, which made Frank warier of her than ever. You understood, and you told him so. He was a nice guy, he was attractive, and there was something about him that just made you look at his face and stroke him.

He was working as a philosophy professor, but he was also still fixing the occasional boat, and that's how you had met him: you had gone to the harbor when you were new to the area, and on the third time, you talked to him. You saw how he looked at you over his droopy glasses, but something in his gaze made it clear to you that it wasn't the first time he had seen you either.

Little by little you began to go more often, even bringing him lunch, just sitting on the dock, he began to open up little by little, as you did with him, and eventually, he invited you for a drink on Friday night. You accepted and ended up at his little house.

When you met Mary, you saw that she was the sweetest girl in the world. The first day you were with her, Frank was so tense but his body loosened up when he saw the girl let out a laugh with you.

And on the weekends, you used to go there, taking care of Mary while Frank started to build himself an expansion of the house so Mary could have her own room. You helped him with the work, or at least to fix the boards while he tightened it up.

And despite that time with him and knowing that you knew him, you were surprised that he remained somewhat serious and tense at all times. It's not that you didn't notice him being happy with you, he was just hard as a rock at times, but when his kisses touched any part of your body, you knew he did love you even if he didn't say it often.

You understood it all when you were sitting on the porch. It was Monday night, and you were waiting for Frank to arrive. You didn't live there, but you did stay for several days: you were too shy and guarded too, assuming that what you wanted might be impulsive or soon.

"Hey honey, what are you doing there?" you looked up at Roberta, clutching your teacup close to your chest.

"Oh, I'm waiting for Frank. Mary's sleeping and the night is nice" Roberta smiled at you and came over. And with some light chatter, she remarked to you that his behavior could be because you were the first girl she had formally seen him with since he had moved in there with Mary. That caught you off guard, you didn't know that at all, but you didn't manage to respond because the lights of the van dazzled you and then faded by the time you looked away from him.

"What are you doing out here? "he asked leaning closer as he tucked the keys to the van in his jean pocket, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Mary's asleep" you spoke looking at him.

"Yeah, I thought you were too" he looked at Roberta "Everything okay?" he asked shaking his head.

"Of course it is, but go to sleep now it's late" Roberta spoke and Frank nodded, looking at you and shaking his head. You nodded, getting up and walking in with him.

...

You hadn't seen either of them for a week. You felt like shit, physically and emotionally, and it didn't help to realize that on the first two days he didn't write you or care about you, on the third he wrote you, and you answered his "how are you?" with a "fine" and nothing else.

And on Friday morning, Frank was serving lunch - Fridays were all three of us at lunch, but it was already the second Friday in a row that you didn't come.

"Did you break up with her?" the question from Mary as Frank sat down caused him to frown.

"No."

"Did she break up with you?"

"No" repeated this one "As far as I know," he thought.

"Then where is she?"

"I don't know. Working. I'm her boyfriend, not the father" was the longest answer he had given her about you in the last week, every time she asked.

"She hasn't answered my texts since yesterday" Frank looked at her seriously.

"Why are you texting her? It's none of your business."

"Because it's been a week since she's been here and I haven't seen her. And one of us has to be worried about her."

"I am worried, Mary. But she's a grown woman who has her life, too."

"And then she hadn't done any of her life for almost a year and now she's doing them all together?" Frank sighed, holding his hand to his head "Mary, just eat and don't meddle anymore. I'm going down to the harbor, are you coming?"

"No, I'll stay with Roberta who really if she's worried about her."

"Roberta has no idea."

Mary shrugged as she saw how her uncle was getting frustrated "She said she's been seeing her bad for days already and then she disappears"

"She was fine"

"No one who overcooks every evening is fine" and he simply stopped answering the girl and proceeded to eat.

He was going to go to the harbor for a boat to fix, but he just saw Mary: she had gotten used to staying with you on Fridays, and he really had no idea why he hadn't been texted back for two days. He decided, before going to the port, he would stop by your apartment, asking Roberta to watch Mary.

He went up the steps to your apartment two at a time and knocked on the door: you were supposed to be off work by noon on Fridays. Twice he pounded his fists, neither of you answered, then he pulled out of his pocket the copy of keys you had given him. He sighed when he didn't see you and walked to your room, but you weren't there either. He went to leave, but his eyes stopped on the table, coming closer to see the coffee cup half full. Puzzled, he touched the cup and saw how lukewarm it was: you must have left recently.

Voices could be heard approaching and by the time Frank turned around, he made eye contact with two officers. The three looked at each other for a second and Frank noticed how the officers were about to enter the apartment.

"Excuse me, can we help you with something?"

"Why are you here?" asked Frank, feeling his body tense up.

"Do you know who lives here?"

"I'm-I'm her partner" he stammered.

"Oh" both officers looked at each other, "We thought she lived alone. We came to secure the apartment."

"Where is she?" the question was on the nerves.

"We received an emergency call to secure the house. At the hospital, she was taken a few minutes ago."

"What?" the question was in a loud tone. "What the hell happened?" Frank chimed in.

"I'm sorry... we don't have that information ourselves."

"Shit" Frank rounded on them and ran down the stairs, to start his truck before closing the door. Now, he felt like a complete idiot, and he had his nerves controlling his entire body.

The tires of the vehicle screeched as he parked the truck and got in looking all around as if he could find you with the naked eye. And he was afraid, he really was because he was aware that he hadn't been looking out for you, that he hadn't really heard from you for a week. He had to know something was wrong.

He went to the counter and repeated your name twice as if with the first one the woman couldn't take care of. "She was admitted a few minutes ago" Frank turned his head toward an approaching nurse "She called 911 and when they arrived, she was unconscious. She's in the ER" and without further ado, this one saw the door indicating that it was the ER. He walked toward it, turning a deaf ear to what the nurses were saying. He saw several curtains separating certain spaces, and those that were open, none of them had your face. You opened the first two, only to see two different people: an older lady, and a child.

"Hey, mister!" he even turned around, opened the third curtain, and your body relaxed in a certain part. The doctor fell down beside him.

"It's... it's my girlfriend, it's my partner" he whispered and dropped his head as he caught his breath. He felt the stares, but walked over to you and sat up to take your hand. He had his eyes closed, feeling guilty and like shit, totally stressed out. He took your hand, and you stirred, causing him to quickly raise his head to look at you.

"Frank?" you swallowed as you looked at him.

"Hi" he brought a hand to your forehead and ran a few strands "You've got all your hair down, do you have anything to hold it up? I think I must have some tie in the van."

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I haven't heard from you in a week and I went to your apartment, the officers came and" he let out a breath "God, I felt like my heart was pounding out of my chest"

"Frank I'm fine. Go with Mary."

He frowned "No, no, she's fine. But you're not, I... I don't know what happened. Did something happen?" your stomach completely knotted, watching his face pucker and furrow his brow, totally devastated, "I thought you wanted your space, and that... well, I understand that Mary doesn't have to be your responsibility and it's mine, so I wasn't going to force you to be in the house either, or insist on it. And it's totally fine that you don't want that, I know you're shy and it's hard for you to adjust, you don't have to do anything, but it already felt like you lived there, and you moved away for a while and I -" you'd never heard him talk so much, but that wasn't exactly what had filled your eyes with tears. He stopped talking and sighed "I don't know, I thought you didn't want to anymore, but today I find out that you stopped responding to Mary, that Rebecca noticed you badly before I could and... if you're really going through something, you can really say so. Whatever it is I can help, or it can be fixed."

"Frank...I chose to be in your life and Mary's" you mumbled, sitting up in bed. "I chose to stay after seeing all that you could give me and what I could give you."

"So what happened?"

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, but you knew you had reached a point where you would have to tell him. "Frank, I'm pregnant" you watched as he tensed his whole body. His whole damn body and pulled back a few inches. You let out a breath "I know it's not what you want, I don't even know if you once wanted it but I couldn't control it. And Frank, I know how hard you've worked so hard to give Mary a good life and I didn't want...I didn't want to give you any more trouble. Both were finally having peace."

He leaned his back in the chair "Did the doctors tell you you're pregnant?"

"I found out two weeks ago" he raised his eyebrow and you just bit your cheek before continuing "Then I started having strong symptoms, and I...Frank, I didn't want things to get complicated and I stayed in my apartment"

"So what happened today?" despair was in your body, seeing no expression from him. As if you hadn't told him you were pregnant, as if he hadn't noticed that he was the father.

"Frank..."

"Just tell me what happened today."

"I felt really bad, fucking bad. And I- two days ago I can't go to work, I sat down to drink my coffee, my blood pressure dropped, and I don't know, I could only call the emergency" you really didn't remember well, and the fact that Frank hadn't said anything about the pregnancy, made you want to yell at him. Could he ever be a little more expressive?

"And it never occurred to you to talk to me?"

"So what, so what Frank?!" he looked shocked at your tone of voice.

"I don't know but at least let me know I'm going to have to put another damn room together!" you scowled at him and he looked at you blankly.

"Frank, you're going to do dad."

"And I didn't- I didn't have it in the plans. Neither did you, I guess. But that doesn't mean you have to get up and leave without saying anything because I thought you were going to leave me! God, half your stuff was at my house, I thought you moved out, and then you stop going! I thought you were going to leave me!"

"I wasn't going to stay there and make your life miserable!"

He opened his mouth, indignant at what you had said "Please! You live in my house and spend all day with Mary, how do you think you're going to make me bitter?"

"You were having a stable and- God, Frank, you even want a baby!"

"Sure it wasn't on my list but that doesn't mean I can't take responsibility! I'm an adult who decided to let you into his life! I'm someone who wants you to wake up next to him! And I'm insecure as shit, but that doesn't mean you have to walk away!"

"You're barely talking! I can't guess your feelings" the talk was turning into an argument when the curtain opened, leaving a scowling doctor and a machine, "Sorry, guys, but I can't let you scream in here" Frank sighed, realizing. "May I be allowed to do the ultrasound on the baby?"

"Yes, please" you saw Frank who almost begged with that. You looked at him, and he looked at you "What?"

"Do you really want this baby?"

Frank shook his head, ignoring the doctor who was setting everything up "For God's sake, I'm telling you I already thought you were moving into my house with me and Mary. I told you I'm going to make another room. I want you, and if it means having a family too, I'll take my chances. I want it."

...

"(...) So I told her I wasn't going to be friends with her anymore" you nodded looking at Mary, who had been telling her argument for fifteen minutes.

"And you're not going to be?" you asked, sitting back in the chair as Mary denied putting her ice cream in her mouth. She lowered her gaze for a second and so did you, watching as your few months old daughter was sucking on your nipple. You stroked her hair.

"Are you done with that story?" both you and Mary looked up, seeing Frank standing on the ceiling with his hands on his hips. He was sweaty and his hair was a mess, but he had insisted on finishing fixing the light in the other room he had made while you were pregnant. "Even Eva's asleep already," he teased her and you watched as Mary rounded her eyes.

"She's asleep from waiting for her father to stop watching if he falls off the ceiling."

Frank wrinkled his nose to head for the moveable staircase and climbed down. "I'm done" he saw the new room next to Mary's, then pulled pointing to it "Must have light by now" he assured as he walked over to you and you handed him the glass of water. He thanked you by shaking his head and took a long drink and sighed as he finished, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss on your lips. Simultaneously, he ran a hand over the baby's head. "Mary, will you check to see if the light comes on from inside?"

The little girl nodded to run out and you smiled. "It worked!" shouted Mary from inside after a few seconds and Frank nodded, wiping his arm across his forehead to wipe away his sweat. Mary hopped out.

"Do you guys mind if I take a bath and we go for a walk?" Mary looked at you and you nodded. "Got it" this one walked inside, but not before messing up Mary's hair.

"Frank!" she complained and you laughed.

"If you want I'll braid your hair."

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Frank Adler Masterlist

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i swear i’m not ignoring anyone’s requests i’m getting to all of them i promise 😭

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

Put it on my Tab

Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky.

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank.

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze.

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top.

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?"

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer.

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.”

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.”

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.”

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip.

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…”

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift.

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.”

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off.

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip.

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you.

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side.

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile.

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek.

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen.

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.”

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle.

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice.

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly.

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her.

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor.

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically.

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock.

She shook her head.

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her.

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed.

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her.

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down.

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.”

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her.

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.”

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word.

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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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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Drabble: The Five Step Plan

Well this story for @the-slumberparty turned into a BEAST... I can't tell you the last time I've written something this long... it took a few days, but I'm happy with how it turned out.

As I mentioned, this is for @the-slumberparty and the Week 3 challenge to try something new in regards to tropes. The prompt I used was baby/child acquisition, but with exes to lovers.

In the end, this story turned into an AU version of how Frank Adler ended up as the guardian for his niece Mary. So not only was it new tropes for me, but also more dramatic and emotional than I normally get. Hence the warnings.

Title: The Five Step Plan

Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: some language, AU version of how Frank became Mary's guardian, minor character death but mostly dealing with the fallout from said death

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The call came in minutes before Frank was due on stage for a discussion panel at a conference.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Adler, there’s been a car accident," the police officer said. "Your sister's car was sideswiped and she did not make it.”

“My niece? Mary? Is she… is she ok?” he panicked.

“She’s fine, she wasn’t in the car,” the police officer answered but there was a hesitancy in his voice.

“What's going on?!” Frank demanded.

“She was the one who called to report it,” the police officer said. “It happened right in front of her.”

“Oh Mary!” Frank cried out, his heart breaking in two for his 13-year-old niece. “Where is she now?”

“She’s currently at the hospital, she insisted on riding with her mother,” the police officer said. “She threatened to sue the city for child abandonment if they didn’t take her with… she said you were in California.”

“My wife,” he heard himself say. “I’ll call my wife, she’ll come get Mary and do whatever needs to be done.”

“Give her my number, I’ll wait for her call,” the police officer said, his voice sounding relieved.

Frank mumbled goodbye and then hung up, totally numb. His sister was dead. Gone forever and…

“Mr. Adler? They’re ready for you,” a voice said from behind him.

Frank turned and somehow managed to say, “I can’t. I have to leave. My sister…” He couldn’t say the word, so he just said, “accident. Bad.”

Then he fled. It wasn’t until he was in the privacy of his hotel room that he called you. Technically, you were still his wife, even though the two of you had been in a trial separation for almost six months. But he knew you loved Mary, too, and would drop everything to rush to her.

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You got to the hospital less than twenty minutes after hanging up with Frank. The police officer was waiting for you and within minutes you were reunited with Mary.

The teenager was wearing her signature brave face until she saw you, then she melted, the events of the afternoon catching up to her. You rushed to her side and gathered her into your arms, giving into your own emotions as she sobbed.

Eventually, the police officer cleared his throat and apologetically said that there were some legal things you had to take care of on behalf of Frank before you could take Mary home.

“I want to go, too,” Mary said, standing up. “I don’t want to be left alone.”

You nodded your head and gave the police officer a look that said not to argue. After all, Mary had already seen her mother immediately following the accident.

An hour later, you unlocked the front door of Frank’s condo, the place you’d called home for five years. You ushered Mary to the master bedroom and then held her until she cried herself to sleep.

It was only once she was asleep that you called for more help, asking your best friend to go to Mary and her mom's apartment and get their cat Fred and pack a bag of clothes for Mary.

You knew Frank wasn’t the biggest fan of cats, but you also knew he wouldn’t make his niece give up her cat, not after losing her mom.

As you waited for your friend to show up, you wandered around the condo and eventually realized that Frank hadn’t changed a thing in the six months since you’d moved out.

It made you both mad and sad that he hadn’t changed anything, because it just reaffirmed to you the choice you’d made to walk away. You weren’t a materialistic person in the least, but you wanted to be loved and appreciated and Frank wasn’t good at expressing love or appreciation. You’d hoped your walking away would wake him up, but it clearly hadn’t.

You heard Fred yowling in protest before your friend knocked on the door. Getting up, you let her in and took the cat carrier from her.

“Shh, Fred,” you whispered to the cat. “Mary needs you.”

The cat quieted instantly and didn’t fight you as you pulled him out of the carrier. You carried him down the hall to Frank’s room and set him on the bed.

He made soothing cat noises as he walked towards Mary and then he snuggled up close to her. You held your breath until you saw Mary’s shoulders visibly relax and knew that Fred was exactly what she had needed.

Leaving the room, you helped your friend with the rest of Mary’s stuff, putting it all in the guest room.

“Do you want me to stay until Frank gets here?” your friend offered.

You shook your head and said, “We’ll be fine.”

Your friend gave you a look that said she didn’t believe you, but she gave you a hug and made you promise to call if you needed anything.

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It had taken Frank nearly twelve hours, but he was finally home. He took the stairs two at a time and quietly let himself into the condo since it was nearly 5 in the morning.

He set his bag down and he made his way to the guest room, where he assumed you’d put Mary to bed. He was surprised, therefore, to find the door open and the room empty save for things he recognized from Mary's room from her apartment.

Turning towards the master bedroom, he crossed the hall and turned the handle slowly. Stepping inside, he was surprised to find Mary alone, though a telltale purr alerted him to the presence of Fred, too.

He was annoyed for half a second before it dawned on him that of course you’d put Mary in his bed. The girl had been through a traumatic experience and you’d both agreed to take her some place she knew that wasn’t home. He hadn’t been there, but the bed had smelt like him, which would have helped calm Mary more.

Stepping out of the room, he pulled the door closed and made his way to the heart of the condo, only seeing the blankets folded up on the couch as he passed.

Hearing noises in the kitchen, he followed them and found you in the kitchen starting coffee and wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.

You finished with the coffee pot and then turned towards him, your face showing the same grief that he knew his own showed, too.

He crossed the room and wrapped you in a hug, both of you giving into your grief.

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You’d been in the waiting room the day Mary had been born and she had stolen your heart the first time you'd held her. She wasn’t your niece biologically, but she had been the one to make you an aunt and the two of you had had a special bond because of that.

Therefore, there was no way in hell you were going to abandon her when she needed you the most. Even if it meant having your heart rebroken nearly every day loving a man who would never love you back the way you deserved to be loved.

The first few weeks had been the hardest. The funeral had been planned and then had taken place. You and Frank had packed up his sister’s apartment, all of her things going into boxes in his garage while Mary’s stuff was unpacked in the guest room.

Then, at the will reading, you and Frank had found out that his sister still had you and Frank named as Mary’s legal guardians. You'd known she’d made the change following their mother’s passing, but you’d assumed she would have changed it when you and Frank had separated. Obviously, she hadn’t.

“I’ll move into my office,” Frank offered one evening after Mary was in bed and you were preparing to go home to your apartment. “You can move into the bedroom. It’s the only thing that makes sense when you’re here all day.”

You wanted to argue, but you were starting to get worried about Mary. She was seemingly just going through the motions and you were sure having both you and Frank within reach at a moment's notice would be helpful.

“Ok,” you said. “For Mary.”

And thus, that weekend, you moved back into your old home and went to bed in the bed that had been yours and Frank’s. The bed that smelled like him and made your heart hurt even more.

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After you'd moved out of the condo, Frank had spent as little time there as possible, choosing to stay late in his office at the university over being bombarded with memories at the cold, sterile condo he lived in.

Now with you back in the condo and the addition of Mary, and even Fred, the condo was quickly becoming the place that Frank wanted to be. He adjusted his office hours at the university, mostly so he could take Mary to her therapy appointments, but also so he could spend time with the two of you.

Losing his sister had made him realize that he had been a fool to let you go without a fight. Thanks to a few therapy sessions, he had an idea of where things had gone wrong and he was determined to fix them.

Step one was spending more time with you, and Mary.

Step two was proving that he still loved you.

Step three was proving that the two of you couldn't live without each other.

Step four was getting you to fall in love with him again.

Step five was recommitting yourselves to each other.

He was going to do it.

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You were looking through your list of text messages for something for work when you saw Frank's sister's name and guilt flooded you at the message next to it.

Promise me you'll never give up on him.

The two of you had been catching up, just days before the accident, and she'd sent that message and you hadn't replied.

"I'm sorry," you whispered to her spirit. "I should have replied, I was just scared."

Despite the awkward situation of being a sister-in-law and friend, she'd been as supportive as she could. She never pressured you for information, but was always willing to listen when you needed to talk to someone who understood Frank as well as you did, if not better.

"You're probably laughing up there," you muttered. Not over being gone from her daughter, of course, but over forcing her brother and you back together with no option but to spend lots of time together.

To Frank's credit, things were different now than they had been before you'd walked away. He was more attentive and, while he wasn't overzealous with his emotions, he wasn't as stoic as he had been before. There was not a single night that he sent Mary to bed without telling her that he loved her.

The changes you saw in him, made your heart hurt a little less each day and gave you a little more hope that things would all work out in the end.

"I promise," you whispered. "I won't give up on him."

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It took six months of hard work, but Frank successfully got through the first four steps of his plan to get you back. It hadn't been as simple as he originally outlined, at least not after he'd let you in on the plan and you'd made your own suggestions. But in the end, the two of you had made it to the other side stronger than ever.

On the anniversary of the day you walked away from him, the two of you decided to renew your vows in a spur of the moment ceremony with just you guys and Mary in the backyard of the house you'd purchased together.

Mary insisted upon you both dressing up and said she'd take care of the wedding vows, which turned out to be a pair of wedding themed mad libs that she had gotten you both to fill out under the guise of being bored.

Needless to say, the intimate ceremony had been perfect, even though you and Frank had been crying from hysterical laughter rather than the normal emotions associated with weddings.

But finally, once you had all calmed down, you and Frank had sealed the crazy vows with a kiss.

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incorrectcapsicle recommendation list

hello guys, i know this is not my typical incorrect post but i've been wanting to do this. here are my all time favorite Chris Evans characters x Reader fics. this masterlist is full of my all time favorite ficd and writers and i hope you'll give this a chance and praise these wonderful writers for their work. enjoy everyone! 💜

This AU is my forever all time favorite SR x Reader AU:

Baptized In Dirty Water by @itsanerdlife

chapter 1

please click this to view the rest of the chapter. don't forget to check the rest of her work.

Sweet Home Georgia Peach by @marvelcriminalhoe

masterlist

this series is one of my favorite fics. 11/10 would recommend. love this series so so much 💜

Desperate Affairs by @georgiapeach30513

masterlist

this fic not only intrigued the hell out of me but also gave me a emotional rollercoaster. there's so much going on but you'll get curious as you continue to read. 11/10 would recommend 👌

Gone, Baby by @wayward-blonde

masterlist

i never expect that i will need a dark chris evans character. like i didn't know i had this kink to a psycho son a bitch hottie. and god doing his very good work cos Llyod Hansen exist. amen to that and yes, 11/10 would recommend so read it! 🤣

(SHE MOVES WITH) SHAMELESS WONDER by @ussgallifrey

masterlist

one thing about me, is i LOVE long series. although this series still on chap 16, this series is on my reading list bc i love the story goes. and yes, definitely worth to recommend 👌

The Vampire Kings Religion by @marvelcriminalhoe

masterlist

vampire!steve is a yes for me! i haven't read it yet but the plot is good so would definitely recommend 👌

Stumblin' In by @swan-of-sunrise

book 1 (completed)

book 2 (completed)

book 3 (completed)

book 4 (completed)

book 5 (completed)

i still haven't read this but soon when i'm not busy. but i still added it here cos y'know, it's a long series with a good plot so yes, give it a try and check out the writer's other work 👌

The Demigod From Asgard by @secretswiftymarvelfan

masterlist (wip)

this still on going but this is one of my favorite fic. the storyline is so good that i'm re-reading it again soon coz i just can't get enough. and as always, definitely would recommend it yo you guys, so give it a try. kudos to the writer!

His New Partner by @star-spangled-steve

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another one with on going series and yes, i added it here coz i'm so obsessed with long series. like who doesn't right? i'll probably start reading this soon and yes, please give it a shot and give some love to the author 🫶

Welcome To The Pack by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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okay okay omg omg i finally found a wholeass series of alpha!steve! and yes ofc it went straight here coz why not?! omg i can't wait to read this akdhsajajd 🫣😍🥰🫶

Attack Of The Winter Wolf by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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thank heavens for having authors writing this wonderful stories. alpha!steve will always be the death of me, especially to be called 'Little One' by him 🫣😍 can't wait to read this too! and for forget to check it too~

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 1 year

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The sounds of machine beeping echoed through out the small room. Monitors to keep you breathing for life. Scars all over your body, your leg in a cast.

The one thing your fighting for is the other life that's growing inside of you.

But where is he?

He's somewhere, with his family. A trip, you were supposed to be on. But you got sick and doctors orders that you couldn't travel.

Your breathing has become harder for you. Doctors came rushing in, and wheeled you into OR.

You tried to keep yourself alive and for the tiny human growing. But you felt weak and tired.

The lights became bright and beautiful and you took your last breath, mumbling the last words to the world.

#ari levinson x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #frank adler x female reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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Little piece of bliss

pairing ⁀➷ frank adler x ofc

word count ⁀➷ 970+

summary ⁀➷ where Lillie finds her happiness in Frank and Mary

warnings ⁀➷ talk about finding happiness, probably just fluff, they talk about god at the end, mention of alcoholics (tell me if I missed a warning please)

a/n ⁀➷ I wrote this about two or even three years ago... so i'm sorry if this meh but tbh i don't want to change anything either (maybe i'll do a new version some day) After watching „Gifted" I got the idea to write this „short story", I didn't take into account any temporal things like Mary's age.

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They always tell you that you will find happiness.

Someday, one day, you will find it.

But I didn't find my happiness. It found me.

I wasn't looking for it, quite the opposite, I was done with it, I had agreed never to find it. I was ready to live my life without "happiness".

As terrible as it may sound, I had resigned myself to it. It was just the way it was.

At least that's what thought.

But anyone can be wrong sometimes, right?

It was June 16th 2017. My car was packed with all my belongings. The move was spontaneous, but never had I regretted it. It was a small thing that had made me do it. It was something so unimportant that it had not been or wouldn't ever be understandable to others.

It was a feeling, one that told me I was home now.

A place near Tampa, Florida. Small and beautiful, just as I had always wanted it to be.

The ocean was calming. Some days it was gentle and still and other days it was like a raging storm. One could think that the sea imitated our moods.

I lived in a bungalow among many others. It was so different, so new and it felt right. My life was simple and my heart was happy.

The days were the same, had a good rhythm and yet were never boring.

One day I met a little girl. I was going to hang up my laundry on the sunny side of the house to dry, when I tripped over a stone at the edge of the path between the bungalows and my laundry spread all over the ground. I had just been about to pick them up when a small hand handed me a shirt that was lying on the grass.

"Hi, I'm Mary." she said with the sweetest smile. Mary couldn't have been older than eight years old and yet she seemed much older to me. She told me that she lived in the house right next to me.

At that point, I had only lived there for a few weeks.

Mary told me that she lived with her uncle and was already going to university because she was gifted. We had made ourselves comfortable on the patch of grass next to the little path and the words just bubbled out of her. Mary looked so happy and joyful as she told me all the crazy stories she had already experienced in her short life.

She told me that she and her uncle had been watching me when I moved in. I had to giggle at the thought because I had seen them peeking through the window and it had been a really cute sight. She had her head propped up on his and I could see her talking energetically to him.

When Mary had left, she also left behind a cheerfulness that filled me throughout the whole day.

I saw her uncle often at the small bar in town. It wasn’t any hangout for old alcoholics; the bar had a certain charm. Everything was full of decorations and colorful lights. There were all kinds of pictures and all kinds of people.

But he was just sitting there at the bar with a beer in his hand.

He looked so utterly complete, as weird as that may sound. And even though his shirts always had a slight trace of oil, he looked attractive and not shabby. Maybe it was just those light oil marks that made him so interesting to me.

I had never been an extrovert. I prefer to be to myself rather than in a huge crowd. That's why I never approached him. Not because he was always surrounded by people, actually the opposite was the case, he always sat alone on the same bar stool. But the way he sat there gave off a quiet aura and I didn't dare to break into it.

Until one day, Mary had knocked on my door holding the hand of a very attractive guy, with light traces of oil on his shirt.

He had a crooked smile on his lips and looked a little insecure.

"Frank wants to ask you something." she had said, grinning at me and giving her uncle a warning look. „Yeah?" i smiled at her and then her uncle.

That had been the beginning of something beautiful.

When I think back to the time when I thought I was down on my luck, I have to smile. Happiness has found me. And it came with such force of which I could never have dreamed of. I did not find happiness. But happiness found me.

And in my case, it came in the person of a drop-dead cute, gifted little girl and her incredibly attractive, adorable uncle to find me.

If you ever doubt that you have lost happiness, always remember: It has not forgotten you, it is just waiting for the right moment. And when that time comes, you will be fully taken by it.

❁❁❁

"Lillie? Is there a God?" she asked softly. Mary, Frank and I were snuggled up in a blanket on the beach, looking out into the setting summer sun.

I lifted my head from Frank's shoulder and looked down at her. "What do you think?" I asked her.

"I don't know." she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"You don't have to know. You have to feel it. If you can feel it in your heart, then he exists.“ I said, opening my arm for her, „Everyone has to decide that for themselves."

She snuggled into my arm, and I gently stroked her blonde hair. Frank's strong arm was wrapped around my shoulder as he kissed my hair.

"I think he brought us together. Like a family." she whispered looking up to me and Frank.

My little piece of bliss.

༄ Don't copy, translate or republish any of my works on any app or other platform please. I only post my work on Tumblr and Wattpad.

Reposts are always appreciated, they really make my day🧡

#e writes #frank adler #frank adler x reader #frank adler x female!reader #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x you #gifted #mary adler #mckenna grace #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x ofc #fluff #joelslegalwhre's masterlist

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buckyswifesblog · 1 year

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Frank adler and his girlfriend takes mary to an animal shelter to adopt a pet while they are there, the two found a dog (same breed as dodger) who is super excited to meet them

Buddy

Pairing : Frank alder x reader

Summary : frank and yn adopted a dog for marry

Warning : none

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Frank and yn been thinking in getting a pet for Mary she always wanted a puppy, since yn and frank didn’t had kids ( not know ) yn saw his niece like a daughter, Mary getting all good grades at school and more they decided to take her to adopt a puppy or a cat which ever Mary liked.

Mary didn’t knew where they we headed they never told her or anything , Mary keep asking them and asking where but they didn’t respond they just told her is a surprise be patient. At the arrive Mary got all excited seeing where she was they we’re looking for a prefect pet until yn saw a boxer mix he was all cute, sweat that yn fall in love with him yn called over frank for him to see him also and he said “ yes this is the one for her “ frank called over Mary for her to see him and she loved him so much that she wanted to keep of course Frank said yes since it will help her and be protected by him when Frank was at work

Mary had decided to called him Buddy. Buddy was a 2 year old boy

Next day

Mary was so happy with the new dog she has bought him a lot of stuff even clothes , buddy will follow Mary everywhere she goes no matter where

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans x original female character #fanfic #ynn #chris evans imagine #frank adler #frank adler x y/n #mary adler #yn #stories #gifted

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 110

Welcome to Week 110

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Chrome & Leather - Chapter 1 - (Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Wild Ride - (Billy x Reader) - @agentwhiskeysdarlin

Surprise Breakfast - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

First Day of School - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Shot Down - @writercole

A harmless Taxi ride - (Stony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Hope to God You See My Face - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Interference - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Chubby Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Sam Wilson & Matt Murdock Roommates - @1000night

Sunday Snuggles - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Welcome to Paradise - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Forever, you will be mines - (The Darkling x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter

Through the mirrorverse 4 - @ironlady1993

Constant - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @navybrat817

A Taste of Submission - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Recovery - (Bradshaw x Reader) - @writercole

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 - (𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 x Reader) - @ozarkthedog

Infinity - (Bucky x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

nomad!steve is filthy and so are you - @christywantspizza

Hospital Visits, Anxiety and McDonalds - (Stucky x Reader) - @jackthemarvelfinatic

ICU, I love you. - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Daddy's best friend (3) - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld

You're No Bun - (Rooster x Reader) - @writercole

Aahp (2) - New territories - @holylulusworld

Wasn't looking for love till I found you - @madscape

Drunk Or Baby? - (Andy x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Riding On - Chp 28 Part 2 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Miss Velvet - Chp 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Sunrise - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Delicate Edges - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

The Agony of Desire - Part 4 - (Billy x Reader) - @becauseicantthinkwritings

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #steve rogers x reader #billy russo x reader #ari levinson x reader #tony stark x reader #mr freezy x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the darkling x reader #andy barber x reader #frank adler x original female character #bradley bradshaw x reader #lloyd hansen x reader

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