#frank is the sweetest and i love that it’s confirmed

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once i met someone who said they met frank when he toured and they said he was so so nice and i cried about it

this is fucking hilarious to me bc one of my friends that i recently met shared an elevator with frank back in 2009 when he was in LeATHERMØUTH down in new orleans and also said he was super fucking nice and i love that so much~🎃

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The Sweetest Pain

Pt. 3

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, labor and delivery. Fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: After being married for just about a year, you and Billy are about to get some life changing news. You’re really nervous to tell him though, and you’re hoping he’ll be as happy as you are

A/N: So we’re jumping WAY ahead from where we left off with these two. Based off of an ask from my lovely lovely friend Lily @munsonownsmyass she was aching for some tattoo dad Billy Russo. So Lily, my love, I really hope you like this. And if you need a refresher or haven’t read the first two parts, I’ll leave them under the author’s note.

PART 1

PART 2

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The anticipation was killing you. It was just sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, staring at you, mocking you. “Don’t look at it yet! Wait until the timer goes off!” Finally, the timer on your phone went off but you hesitated to look at it. What was it going to say? What was HE going to say?

It’s not like you didn’t talk about kids before you got married but it wasn’t something you were expecting right now. Staring down at the test, the two blue lines were VERY clear. You’re pregnant and you’re hoping Billy will be as excited as you are.

He had been nervous but Billy couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He finally had everything he had ever wanted, a successful tattoo business, friends, and a woman that he adored. You understood him, you were patient with him, and you loved him with your whole heart. He wasn’t without faults though.

Billy was stubborn, moody, and had a hard time expressing himself or saying what was on his mind but you learned to navigate the inner workings of your incredibly sweet yet big pain in the ass, husband.

Your wedding was small. Billy didn’t have any family except for his chosen family…Frank, Maria and the kids and even though you had a big family, you didn’t want a big wedding. So a little over a year after you started dating, the two of you exchanged I-do’s in front of close friends and family on the beach on a beautiful warm sunny day.

And now here you were, a year after that lovely June day on the beach, staring down at the pregnancy test telling you that you were going to be a mom and Billy was going to be a dad.

The idea of being a mother brought a smile to your face but scared you at the same time and you were definitely nervous to tell Billy. You had to think of a cute way to tell him and soon.

Billy didn’t take many nights off from the shop, he was always incredibly busy so if you wanted to spend time with him, you had to go to the studio so you just started working the front desk a couple of nights a week. You’d help answer the phone, book appointments, and take deposits.

Women still threw themselves at Billy when they would come in to make an appointment, wanting to talk to him instead of you and he’d always say the same thing…”Just talk to my wife, she’ll take down all your information and book your appointment.”

Narrowing their eyes at you, they’d reluctantly give you their information and the icing on the cake is when you’d hand them their receipt that was signed y/f/n Russo. They always hated that and you knew it. Billy made sure to wink and smile at you every time…he was so in love with you and wanted everyone to know it.

It was a Sunday evening, Billy’s only real day off was Sunday so you decided that today was the day you were going to tell him you’re pregnant.

You had already had your first doctor’s appointment two weeks ago and it was just to confirm you actually were indeed pregnant. They estimated at that time you were around six weeks along.

Finding a clever way to tell your tattoo artist husband that the two of you were going to be parents was difficult until you found these temporary tattoos online.

They were used for monthly updates for pictures showing how far along you are so you emailed the online shop asking if they could make one that said “8 weeks” so you could surprise Billy with a “new tattoo.” The woman who owned the shop thought it was such a cute idea and she would be happy to do that for you.

Growing up in the system, Billy was alone. He didn’t have parents to guide him, teach him, or protect him so he didn’t have anyone he could go to with problems that he had. Being alone was the only thing he had ever known until the Marines. How would he know how to be a parent if he didn’t have them? And that scared him.

You tried to ease his fears by telling him that it’s not like you had any idea how to be a mother either. Your own mother was a terrible parent, she wasn’t someone you wanted to model your parenting skills after so you told him that the only thing you were sure about was that you didn’t want to be like her.

The two of you would do this together, learn as you go because that’s what first time parents do. After that, Billy seemed less anxious and a lot more open to the idea of having a baby someday.

You were trying to remember a time where you were more nervous and you couldn’t think of one. Even on your wedding day you weren’t this nervous.

After applying the tattoo to your stomach, you stood in the bathroom waiting for it to dry with Billy out in the living room. The nauseous feeling kept coming and going, was it nerves or the start of morning sickness?

“Just go out there and tell him.” You silently told yourself.

Walking back out into the living room, he looked up from his book and smiled that perfect smile at you.

“Hey there, beautiful. Thank you for cooking tonight, it was delicious.” He said.

You gave him a warm smile back. “You’re welcome, handsome.”

Your heart was pounding as you stared into his liquid brown eyes, trying to keep your focus on him and what you wanted to tell him.

“Sweet girl, are you ok? You look a little pale.” He said.

You tried to smile. “Yeah, baby I’m fine.” Your voice was unsteady and you took a slow deep breath. “I just—I have something to tell you. Well, more like show you.”

Billy looked slightly confused and a little concerned, like he was wondering if you were alright. A spasm of worry moved across his face.

You inched closer to him so he was almost eye level with your stomach.

“Baby, come on. What is it?”

Releasing your deep breath, you lifted your shirt slightly, exposing your stomach.

“I got a new tattoo.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice. “Do you like it?”

Billy rested his hands on your hips and carefully looked at what was printed on your belly. He narrowed his eyes and trying to figure out what it meant.

8 Weeks

Suddenly, the color drained from his face and his eyes got wide.

“A-are you…pregnant?” He asked, his voice catching in his throat.

Tears pricked your eyes, you were shaking slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded because you couldn’t get any words out.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked, resting his hand against your stomach.

Your hands were still trembling as a tear streaked down your cheek. “Y-yes Billy. We’re gonna have a baby.” You said nervously.

The color had not returned to Billy’s face when he stood up and walked over to the glass doors. This made you uneasy. You never really talked about WHEN you wanted to start a family and you were terrified that he just wasn’t ready yet but you weren’t either.

He was silent as he stood at the windows, looking out at the city skyline. He ran his fingers through is dark hair, and you were still standing over by the couch, scared to move as if your legs would give out on you if you tried to go to him.

It was difficult to see with tears blurring your vision, ready to spill over and leave tracks down your cheeks. Slowly, you started to move toward him, knees shaking, with your heart beating out of your chest.

Billy was still facing the windows when you walked up behind him, but scared to touch him. Before your hands could make contact with his shoulder, you pulled back and started to walk away from him when he turned to face you and took your hand in his. His onyx colored eyes shined like two chips of glass as the early evening sun flooded in through the window.

With your eyes still swimming with tears, you were finally able to say something. “Billy…I’m so sor—“

But he didn’t let you finish before his lips seized yours, his fingers entangled in your hair as he nipped at your jaw and peppered kisses up and down your neck.

The air was ripped from your throat, tearing away your voice as Billy continued to kiss you, parting your lips with his tongue and in between kisses, telling you over and over how much he loved you.

After finding your voice again, you asked him. “You’re not mad, baby?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad, sweet girl?” He asked, wiping your tears away.

You sobbed into his chest. “You got so quiet after I told you, I thought that maybe you were upset. I know we talked about waiting a little while before having kids but h-how do you feel about it?”

Billy swiped your tears away with both thumbs and a smirk played against his lips.

“I couldn’t be happier, my love. I’m terrified…but I really couldn’t be happier.” And he leaned forward to kiss you again.

“We’re gonna be parents, Billy.” You said, looking up into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

Nervously, Billy placed his hand on your stomach. “You’ll help me, right? The first time Frankie handed Lisa to me, I had no idea how to hold her or anything, so I just gave her back after a minute.”

“Gave her back.” You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his. “We’ll help each other, baby. I don’t know what I’m doing either. I do know how to hold a baby though.” You said with a light laugh.

“I’d say that’s a good start then, sweet girl.” Said Billy as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a tight embrace.

**********

Keeping your pregnancy a secret long enough to make it through the first trimester was difficult. You wanted to tell people but decided to wait until around 12 weeks which was perfect timing because that’s around when you started to experience morning sickness. And one of those times was during a picnic at the Castle house.

“Is she ok?” Frank asked, taking a sip of his beer. “She’s been in there a long time.”

Billy tried to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah, Frankie…she’s fine. She just uh, hasn’t been feeling great lately.” He said as he bit back a smile.

Frank narrowed his eyes, looked at Billy, then looked toward the house and back at Billy again.

“I noticed she’s not drinkin’ either, she didn’t drink on the 4th of July a couple weeks ago.” Frank said as you came walking out of the front door.

“You use the mouthwash, sweetheart?” Frank asked with a sly grin.

You mouth dropped open and you playfully scolded Billy. “You told him I’m pregnant, Billy?!”

Frank started to laugh, Billy smiled and shook his head back and forth.

“I didn’t, sweet girl. YOU just did though.” Billy said with a sly smile.

Everyone at the picnic offered their congratulations. All of the other artists from Billy’s tattoo shop were there, Maria, and the Castle children were all very excited for you and Billy.

“Do you guys know what you’re having yet!?” Shortcake asked excitedly.

You could feel the warmth rise to your cheeks, you really weren’t used to being the center of attention.

“Oh, we find out next month what we’re having.” You said.

Frank looked at you and Billy, trying hard to contain his smile but he couldn’t. “The only thing I’m gonna say is that Frankie works for a boy or a girl.”

**********

And at your 16 week appointment, you and Billy found out you were having a girl. So you had five months to prepare for the arrival of little baby girl Russo but you wanted to keep her name to yourselves until she was born.

Everyone kept bothering you because they wanted to know what her name was going to be but it was a secret and you swore Billy to secrecy also.

In his spare time, Billy worked hard to help you prepare the nursery. He also went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable, always asking if you needed anything, and taking care of late night cravings.

He had painted a beautiful traditional tattoo themed mural on the wall and painted her name above her crib. He stayed up all night to finally finish it. Billy knew it would be one less thing you’d have to worry about as your pregnancy progressed.

“Keep those eyes closed, baby.” Billy said.

You smiled as he held your hand and led you into the nursery. “They’re closed, Billy. What is this about?”

“Ok, open your eyes.” He told you.

Blinking your eyes open, you took everything in. The room was finished…the mural, the crib and changing table were put together. Everything looked absolutely perfect.

Your eyes were swimming with tears as you choked out. “Billy…this is—this is—“ You stopped to try and compose yourself.

A look of worry washed over him. “Oh god you hate it, don’t you.” He said.

Violently shaking your head and rushing to cup his cheeks. “No, no, no Billy! I LOVE it. This is—so beautiful.” And you pulled him close to capture his lips.

“I’m really excited to meet her.” You whispered.

Billy gently held you against his chest and whispered back. “I am too, baby.”

**********

You started to get nervous as your due date got closer. All of the first time mom nerves took a back seat to the fact that you were due to give birth in January.

It had been unseasonably cold so far this winter and there had already been a couple of significant snowfalls in December. What if you went into labor during a snowstorm? What if you couldn’t get to a hospital in time?

About five days away from your due date, Billy had moved his client to the morning so he would be home early because they were predicting a bad snowstorm. But it started to snow earlier than expected and this storm was fast moving so it dropped a decent amount of snow in a short period of time.

At the height of the storm is when you suddenly started to feel pain in your back and your lower belly.

Were you in labor? This was your first baby, you were unsure of what labor pains felt like so you just started to time them. Even after reading books on pregnancy, you still weren’t sure and started to feel anxious.

Billy was at the tattoo studio and you were home alone, in labor. Surprised at how quickly you reacted, you promptly called 911 and then called Billy.

“Hey beautiful. You enjoying the snow?” He asked.

Trying to smile in between contractions, you took a deep breath before answering him. “Uh, well…here’s the thing. I think I’m in labor, Billy.”

“Labor?! Now?!! No, no, you’re not due for five more days!” He said nervously.

You winced at the pain. “Yeah, well the low pressure must have jumpstarted my labor because the little miss wants out and she wants out NOW! These contractions are intense and getting closer together. I called the ambulance so just meet me at the hospital, ok?”

“Well I’m glad I finished that tattoo early, then. Ok, ok I’ll see you soon…I hope. I love you.” He said.

You smiled through the contraction. “I love you too, handsome.”

Inside Anvil tattoo studio

Billy hung up and called out for Frank.

“Frankie! I gotta go…y/n is in labor!” He shouted, his heart in his throat at the thought of you dealing with labor pains all by yourself.

“What?! Now?!! Ok, ok relax. My truck has four-wheel drive, let’s go!” Frank yelled. “Are we picking her up, what are we doin’?”

Billy violently shook his head. “No, no. She called the ambulance. I can’t miss this, Frankie.”

“You’re not gonna miss it but we gotta go, Bill. Now!” Frank said.

**********

You arrived at the hospital too late for an epidural. After they brought you to a holding room, they checked and you were 9 cm dilated, your labor progressed faster than you expected.

The nurse furrowed her brow. “Oh honey, you’re at 9! You’re gonna have that baby soon!” She said excitedly.

It was very overwhelming having all of those people around you, doctors and nurses trying to keep you calm while wheeling you to a delivery room. But all you wanted was your husband by your side but he wasn’t there yet and you found yourself whispering internally “Hold on, baby girl. Just hold on a little longer until your dad gets here.”

Walking into the delivery room, the doctor asked you where the father was and you had to tell her that you didn’t know and last you knew he was on his way but obviously the snow was a bit of a problem.

You had been at the hospital for about 45 minutes when they told you it was time to push. You felt your heart shatter and your eyes welled up with tears…Billy still wasn’t here yet.

You had already done one set of pushes when you heard some commotion out in the hallway and the door flew open and Billy rushed in, snowflakes still stuck in his black beanie, and out of breath.

“Did I miss it?! Am I too late?!” He said, panting.

Tears streamed down your cheeks but you managed a smile. “BILLY!”

“You didn’t miss it Dad, but she’s getting ready to push again. Come take her leg.” The doctor said.

Billy threw his jacket on the floor and rushed over to hold your leg when you started to push again. He kissed you on the forehead and apologized for being late.

“Your hands are freezing!!!” You yelled as he grabbed your leg.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said, trying to warm up his hands before touching you again.

After three sets of pushes, she was here. Ten perfect little fingers and ten perfect little toes and everything in between, she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The nurses cleaned her off, wrapped her up and placed her in your arms. One of your tears fell and landed directly on the tip of her little nose. Gazing down at her, she had the same color hair as Billy and she had your nose. She was the perfect combination of the two of you.

After a couple of feedings and a couple of naps, you felt up to having visitors but since it was snowing, the only visitors that made it were Frank and Billy’s tattoo artist friends from the studio since they were relatively close by.

You had a hard time prying the little miss away from Shortcake, she was just head over heels in love with her. And she actually pouted when she handed the baby to Frank which made you chuckle.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Frank said in his low gruff voice which the baby seemed to like. “So do we get to know your name or are mom and dad still keeping it a secret?”

In the midst of all the chaos, both you and Billy completely forgot to tell everyone what her name was.

“Well Frank…say hello to your goddaughter, Anna. Anna Raven Russo.” You said.

With a stunned look on his face, Frank looked at you and Billy. “Raven? L-like my call sign Raven?” He asked with a hitch in his voice.

Billy looked at you then back over at Frank. “Well you did say you wouldn’t mind the baby being named after you. So…is it ok? Uncle Frankie?” Billy asked.

Frank’s eyes were bright with unshed tears and a smirk played across his face, trying to play off at how touched he was. He looked down at little Anna and back to you and Billy.

“Ok? It’s—it’s more than ok.” He said. “I really have a goddaughter?”

“Yes Frank, you really have a goddaughter.” You said.

Nothing like a tiny baby to reduce a rough and tough marine to a big ball of mush.

“I’m gonna spoil her rotten, you know that right? She’s gonna come with us to the zoo, she’s gonna learn how to work on cars, and I’m gonna give her all the candy she wants.” Said Frank.

Everyone laughed as Anna started to stir. She let out a tiny cry which apparently was a sign that everyone should leave.

Frank handed her back to Billy but not before placing a gentle kiss on her little forehead and they all said their goodbyes. The nurse mentioned that it might be a good idea for you to try and get some sleep.

When everyone left, the three of you were alone together for the first time since she was born. Billy leaned in to give you a kiss and kissed Anna on her forehead.

“Am I doin’ this right, baby?” He asked.

You just smiled at him. “You’re a natural, my love.”

Billy smiled his perfect smile back at you as he held Anna in his arms.

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep, sweet girl. I’ll hold her until she wakes up.” He said as he leaned forward to give you another gentle kiss on the lips. “But before you do, I just need to tell you…” he paused. “That nothing in my life has been easy except loving you…and now loving the little miss, here.”

Your vision became blurry with tears, his handsome features were hard to make out until the tears fell and you kissed him back.

“I love you too, Billy…WE love you.” You said looking down at Anna and back up to meet Billy’s gaze.

“Looks like I have another tattoo to get.” Billy said. “You think Andy will be able to tattoo Anna’s name on me, or is that asking too much?” He laughed.

Pondering that thought, you responded. “Hmmmm…I dunno, you sure you wanna risk him not spelling it right?”

The two of you exchanged laughs.

The image of Billy sitting on the couch, smiling and whispering to Anna was the last thing you saw before drifting off to sleep. Quickly, you snapped a picture before your tired eyelids finally gave in, everything went dark, and you went on to have the shortest but best nap of your life.

Up until the birth of your daughter, you thought the sweetest pain was being tattooed. The pain was temporary but the end result was a beautiful permanent work of art. However, there was definitely another kind of sweet pain and that beautiful work of art was fast asleep in her father’s arms.

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It's an unspoken thing, Yelena doesn't even think about it, as she pries of a corner piece with her thumb and fore-finger and hands it over, grinning down at him. The carefree little waggle of her eyebrows a confirmation that while she was aware he was unhappy with her thievery, she was also aware that he wasn't likely to do anything about it. His weight is a comfort though, as it settles upon her lap, and she can not help but let her free hand drift to card through his hair. A touch that is all gentle affection.

"Hmm-" Yelena reclined back on the sofa, lifting her legs to rest her feet on his coffee table. Her other hand reaches down to ghost along the bicep she knows bares all the ink. "-knowing Sabahat, and knowing how much she hates it-" Yelena grinned at him, giving the bicep in question an affectionate squeeze "-Ohh....I'm going to say an hour straight." Her grin is unflinching as she stares down at him "-No breaks."

She crosses her ankles but is careful not to jostle him. Bora looks tierd, but comfortable, so she does all this slowly. When she looks at him again, it is with a smile so sweet it could crack a tooth. He kisses her then, and even after all this time, Yelena still can not help the giddy surge that makes her heart thunder in her chest.

She kisses him back, and its all sweet edges and the lingering taste of honey from the food they shared. There is the electric lick of smoke too, from the cigarettes he likes, and when he pulls away, Yelena is almost laughing aloud with the delight of it all. She is so happy with all this domesticity, she could burst.

"-from Soho." she mumbled against his mouth, the hand she had bore into his hair, coming to rest along his jaw, stroking softly. "-you are not the only killer out there at night-" she kisses him again, only just "-Hmm, No, not long-" her thumb brushed along the jut of his cheek, the stubble a scratchy thrill under her fingers. "-I had a key, and my flat seemed lonely." Yelena grew almost serious then, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, his cheek. All those sharp parts of him she loved "-I had to see you." The admission is frank and honest and lovely, all at once and when Yelena smiled at him again, it was paired with the sweetest of sudden kisses.

Bora's tried to be annoyed about this. At his mother giving out keys--to anyone, but especially outside the family. At Yelena showing up whenever she wants, and helping herself to whatever he has.

And yet, when he opens the door to find her boots and coat in the entryway, he’s happy about it. And when he sees Yelena herself, sitting on his couch like she belongs there, his heart surges, and he automatically returns her grin. There’s so much he has to think about these days, to analyze and calculate and do everything he possibly can to make the best choice for his family.

But with Yelena, it’s easy. At least for now.

“Good morning,” he answers, leaving his own boots and coat next to hers and stretching out next to her. He’s moving a little stiffly—he’d had an uncooperative target the night before and come away with a slash down his ribs, which Sabahat had stitched up before sending him home in Emir’s borrowed clothes while she tried to salvage his bloodstained ones. But once he’s next to Yelena, his head resting on her thigh and her warmth easing the tension from his neck and shoulders, he’s suddenly comfortable. Holding a hand out for a piece of baklava—and cutting a brief look up at her as he realizes how little is left—he says, “Guess how long my mother complained about my tattoo today.”

But the grin from a moment before hasn’t really left his face, and he can’t be annoyed right now—not with Yelena here, so close he can pull her down to kiss him. “Where’d you come from?” he murmurs, still smiling against her lips. "Have you been here long?"

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frank castle x gn!reader

summary : frank used to be scared of you getting too close, now he's just scared of space.

warnings : 18+, smut, penetration.

thank y’all for a 100 followers! im so happy yall been rocking wit my shit. it makes me happy to see what yall have to say about it, too. and i swear i’ll get to my requests soon. but, no actual dialogue. and i hope this is understandable. and ofc, i hope you like :)

frank adored being so close to you. maybe it was the confirmation that yes, you were safe in one piece or maybe it was slightly more selfish. but most likely it was a mixture of both. 

you being all wrapped up in his arms, or laying your entire body on top of him, or sometimes just your head, or layed between your legs holding you waist so tight you're sure your rib is gonna break. but there were those rare nights too - where he let you hold him in your arms, and make him feel safe, secure, and close.

not that he’d ever admit to enjoying ‘cuddling’, or ‘spooning’ outwardly. but it was obvious to you. sometimes for not so pure reasons, but mostly just for the act of keeping you close. 

like on late nights when it's raining. it's personally one of his favorite time to hold you so close to his heart, head right on his chest. the soft sound of rain pattering on the windows, and having you in his arms was just so comforting. rubbing his nose into your hair, and kissing your head. it was just so domestic. you were both so close.

and it's just so ironic. that this is exactly what he feared before. letting you be so close. caring so much. but now that's all he does, cares and wants you close. now space is what he fears. being away from you for too long. it drives him insane if he doesn't hold you close for too long - let alone at least get confirmation that you're alright. 

but he's not scared of being close anymore. and you know that when hes holding you so close while fucking your brains out. usually saying some of the sweetest loving things, but sometimes the most filthy shit that comes to mind while he holds you like the most valuable thing in the world. nose nudging into your jaw while he tells you just how much you feel like heaven. how you make him feel like nobody else has before. 

or when he held your back so close to his chest. keeping ahold of your chest, and touching your sensitive spot just how he knows will have you shaking. and of course he can't help but whisper how much he loves you. but he also can't help but mention how much he loves making you a big mess. or how pretty you look, especially when you're a mess.

but he loves when he can see your face. when he can kiss you. when he can see just how you react to the words he says, how he touches you, how he makes you feel. he loves making sure you know only he can make you feel like this. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he's sure nobody else could ever make you feel better. nobody could care more. nobody could keep you closer.

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Aww that Frank and Iris drabble ❤

Frank-  “He’s the first kid I didn’t have to lie to.” Awww, If he is like this now that his his late teens, He would have been an emotional mess When Beau would have been born.

Frank is such a pitiful character, but he was so happy when Sugarplum became pregnant. He got to be there everyday, feel every kick, have her say his name, and then finding out he was having a boy 🥺

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Your Daddy, Frank

Summary: you're pregnant

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader

Rating: sweet tears

Warnings: emotional Frank, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 650

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Frank & Sugarplum Masterlist

You knew that life would be different as soon as you saw those two pink lines. While you were trying to get pregnant, you and Frank just didn’t do anything to prevent a pregnancy. There was no checking to see if you were ovulating, you just had fun. You knew that without a doubt that Frank would be an excellent father, because he already was. But this time, you were going to do it right.

Almost sensing that there’s something happening, you hear the little knock on the door. Letting Frank know that he could come in, he almost rushes to you when he sees tears in your eyes. When you hold up that test to show him, he drops to his knees. His head pressing against your tummy. You take your fingers and calmly smooth them through his messy hair, and he can't help but to press the sweetest kisses on you.

"Thank you, Sugarplum," he whispers. "I promise I won't screw this up."

And he didn't. The perfect husband, the perfect partner, and he was becoming an even better father to Mary and Iris. So doting, and he love telling them about their baby brother or sister. Almost counting down the days to that fateful doctor's appointment when it's confirmed you had a little baby boy growing inside of you.

Frank became even more doting, more loving, and you didn't know that it was possible. Always making sure that you had everything that you could possible need. Wanting to make sure you took the time to fully rest. When you'd get home, he wanted to be the one that was preparing supper. Getting Mary ready for the next day, or if Iris or her other siblings were over, make sure that he was the entertainment. And that was far from his forte.

At night when it was just you, him, and that baby boy of his, those fingers rubbed over your belly like he was having a silent conversation to his son. Studying your body, and memorizing what locations Beau favored. If there was different taps, presses, or music played on your belly, how that boy of yours reacted.

You thought because he was so attentive he would be a nervous wreck when it was time for labor. You forgot he'd been a birthing partner to two other women prior. He was calm, so stoic and loving. His hands massaged your back, he made sure you had plenty to drink, that you were comfortable, became your advocate if he thought something was wrong. There wasn't. It was easy as far labor goes, and it was all because of him.

But seeing that man that usually had no show of emotion in front of other people, break down at the first sight of your baby boy's face, had you completely and utterly falling in love with him, and never looking back. Frank's fingers couldn't keep his face clear of tears long enough to enjoy the sight in front of him.

Wishing he could freeze this moment, memorize every part of it. He only spares you a few glances, because he couldn't quit looking at your perfect boy. Commenting he was beautiful just like you.

Then there was the moment where the nurse placed Beau in your arms, and you look up at Frank, "Beau, I want you to meet your daddy, Frank."

With big crocodile tears in his eyes he looks down at his third child, but in so many ways, it's his first. Speechless and overcome with emotions, he leans over to kiss your forehead, "Thank you, Sugarplum. Thank you for giving me this."

Masterlist

[piratefalls]

previous lists here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

an extra long list because i didn’t post a damn thing while on vacation.

Drag Him Down by hideeho

“I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d see you back here again outside of you being forced to see me,” Frank states plainly.

“Neither did I.” They both smile and Eddie forces himself to try to relax. It doesn’t work.

Or; Eddie is learning to admit he needs help. Sometimes help comes in the form of therapy.

Every flower (blooms in its own time) by SquaresAreNotCircles

“What is this?” a familiar voice asks from the other side of a circular wall of flowers.

Buck lowers his gift so he can actually see Eddie’s face over top of it and Eddie can see him grin. “Flowers. Surprise.”

Or: Buck brings Eddie flowers (weekly), but it’s totally just a joke (unless it isn’t). (Other people seem to think that maybe it isn’t. (They’re wrong. Obviously.))

You’ll Be Here in Every Memory by kitkatpancakestack

Eddie never thought the thing that would break him and Buck would be the words, "I love you," but then it's Christmas Eve and Buck is gone, and all he wants for the holidays is his family of three back together again.

i don’t swim and you’re not in love by hattalove

She turns to Eddie and says something else, but Buck is busy fighting the headrush he gets at the sound of Ana Flores calling Eddie and Christopher 'the boys'. Like they belong to her already.

God, what’s wrong with him? What is this?

or, eddie cooks, chris domesticates a slug, and buck tries to figure out why he hates his best friend's girlfriend. to everyone's immense shock and surprise, it goes badly.

the sweetest bit (of comfort) by elisela

Buck’s not entirely sure of everything that happens next; one second he’s bent over with laughter, clutching his stomach, and the next they’re on the floor, flinging whatever handfuls of flour they can scoop up while they wrestle around. He’s pretty sure he’s caked in flour, can feel the sting in his eyes, the grit on his skin, tastes it on his tongue as he tries to pin Eddie’s arms behind him. They’re both breathless with laughter, scrambling around on the kitchen floor, shouting half-protests and playful curses, and it’s not until Eddie has Buck pinned, his entire body stretched out on top of him, that Buck stops fighting it.

let my hunger take me by ShyAudacity

Chimney looks at him curiously, finally noticing the pale look on his face. "Is it just a headache, or somewhere else that hurts?"

Buck looks at him out of the corner of his eye, resting his head on his arms again. He mumbles, "All over."

Chimney reaches over and touches the back of his hand to Buck's neck. The heat coming off of him and the noise of discomfort Buck lets out at the contact confirms his suspicions. "You know you have a fever, right?"

my love language is you by renecdote

Halloween passes in a flurry of busy nights and then its November and Buck has been sending his best friend kissing emojis for two and a half months. Apparently—according to Maddie and Hen and all their friends—that means something. Buck keeps meaning to bring it up to Eddie, but every time he tries, he can’t find the words. He lies awake instead, scrolling back through their messages, and yeah, okay, some (most) of it is more than a little flirty. He can see that. But. Was it meant to be?

Does he want it to be?

Buck starts sending Eddie kiss emojis. Somehow, he's still the last one to realise he is in love with his best friend.

love doesn’t discriminate by awashleyno

“Eddie,” Buck murmurs, in a way that makes his stomach flip, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily.

“Yeah, Buck?” He answers, just as soft, like if he speaks any louder it’ll somehow break the moment they’re building together.

“I’m so tired,” Buck admits, his weight suddenly heavy against Eddie’s back as his arms slide around his waist, his face mashed in against Eddie’s neck. It’s not the first time Buck’s done it — he gets ridiculously clingy when he’s tired — but Eddie’s body reacts like it is, his pulse jack-rabbiting in his chest before kicking into high gear.

Or,

Buck gets tired and uses Eddie as a pillow.

where the tide goes by gracieli

The first year anniversary of the tsunami is approaching and Buck does what he can to put it out of his mind. This, however, becomes sort of impossible when the new recruit decides to watch a news station covering the tsunami while Buck is in the room.

To Turn It All Around (Or To Throw It All Away) by soft_satan

Buck is in love with Eddie. With the encouragement and support of his friends, he decides he's going to take a leap of faith and tell him tomorrow.

But tomorrow is promised to no one.

It's not a fire or a daring rescue, they're not even on a call when Buck's world comes crashing down. But given the chance, Buck will realize just how far he'll go to change everything.

pour your sweetness over me by lecornergirl

There's a beat, and then Buck narrows his eyes. "Hold on a second," he says. "Were you—Eddie, were you jealous?" And he's grinning now, bright like sunshine distilled into its purest form.

"I—" Eddie starts, and then stops, because he's never been very good at lying. Silence seems like the safer answer.

"That woman flirted with me for three seconds and you sent me away and staked your claim," Buck says. "Were we even out of candy?"

"Uh," Eddie says, and heat spreads across his cheekbones and down his neck. He nudges the potted plant with his foot, revealing the small mountain of candy bars hidden behind it. "Not exactly."

Tripped and Fell into the Deep End (Wading is for Suckers) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Eddie can't help but notice that Buck's in need of some support. And some praise. And a guiding hand.

Buck can't help but notice he really likes doing what Eddie says.

There's no way this could end in disaster.

when we’re in the dark by prettyboybuckley

So, yeah, Buck can sleep through virtually anything. And he knows it.

But Buck is also a kinky fucker, something Eddie found out pretty early on in their relationship and has gladly gone along with. With Shannon, he never got to do stuff like that, but Buck always wants to try something new, something more exciting than the last thing.

Eddie never expected this, though.

And the thing is, he's into it. Very, very into it, and he feels a little ashamed about that because it's not something he's supposed to like.

to wash away the day by autumnchills

He reaches forward and grabs at his friend’s cold hands. He runs his thumbs over the tops of them, and when Buck casts his gaze away, he leans down to catch it again.

“Hey,” Eddie whispers, bringing one hand up to his cheek. “Come back to me.”

After the tsunami, Buck goes home with Eddie and Christopher, and Eddie is going to make sure Buck gets the shower he needs, even if it means he needs to give it to the man himself.

i waited for it, that green light (i want it) by eddie_diass

in which the author does a deep dive into the brain of one Eddie Diaz and his need to lose control and be taken care of.

he deserves it <3

aka: the sub!eddie fic.

(p.s. very brief internalized homophobia)

equilibrium by thisissirius

“PTSD flashback,” Bobby says quickly. “We can’t get through.”

“Why do you think I-” Buck trails off as he steps closer to the doors. Eddie’s head immediately snaps up, focuses on him.

“Buck,” Eddie says. Whispers. It’s raw, panicked, and Buck’s chest tightens. “Where have you been?”

looking at you, looking at me by catching_paper_moons

“Taylor told me she loved me,” he says, so rushed it all blends together like it’s one word. When he opens his eyes, Hen’s eyebrows have hit her hairline, and Eddie just blinks in his direction.

“Um, congratulations?” Ravi tries, and Buck and Hen wince simultaneously. Ravi immediately backpedals. “Oh, not congratulations. Anti-congratulations, then. What’s the opposite of congratulations?”

- a post 5x09 coda that ended up being too long to be a coda, in which the boys finally figure it out.

trace this line back by intotheblue

Secret relationships, Buck has realized, are really fucking hot.

Which is inconvenient, considering who, exactly, he and Eddie are hiding from. Because touching Eddie is addictive, and even though he’s less than two feet away, Buck can’t reach out. It’s maddening.

His only solace is that clearly, Eddie thinks so too.

Despite their agreed upon no funny business at work rule, Eddie’s brushed up against him no fewer than fifteen times this morning, and yes, Buck’s counting.

At any rate, it’s not altogether surprising when, after returning from their third call of the day, Eddie grabs Buck’s wrist and, as subtle as he can, pulls him into a supply closet.

Cat Got Your Tongue by sirencalls

“You’re so nonchalant about this,” Eddie says to break the silence because it’s true; if Eddie had to do something like this, he wouldn’t be parading around like he was the cutest person to ever lose a bet, flouncing in the skirt and laughing and showing himself off. He would be embarrassed, and he probably wouldn’t have agreed to the bet in the first place if he knew what the terms were, but Buck is acting like this isn’t a big deal at all.

Like it isn’t the most turned on Eddie has ever been in public in his entire life.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine

unknown sender: Hi! unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run. unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way. sent: hey um sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

Passive Aggressive Flirting by lasvegas_lights

AU: Buck and Eddie have never met. They both work at the 118 but just on different shifts. That's all about to change when Buck finds a sticky note message, signed E.

The D-Word by matan4il

Chim stops wiping the coffee table with the washcloth and straightens up. "What is it?"

"It's Chris..." Buck doesn't look at either of them. He walks over to the couch and sits down, his gaze transfixed in front of him. "He was so sleepy and I was tucking him into bed when he... he called me the D-word."

Chimney chuckles at that. "Dumbass?"

"No." Buck shakes his head slowly. He raises his head and makes eye contact for the first time since he's come out of Christopher's room. The expression on his face is bordering on terror. Was it an even worse curse word? It couldn't possibly have been 'douchebag,' not with Chris. "It was, it was dad."

"Huh," Eddie says.

"Mmmmm." Chim follows.

"Aaaah..." Buck sounds like he's on the verge of a panic attack. Eddie should know.

Right, this conversation is off to a great start.

It gets better in the dark (i feel closer to your heart) by Mellaithwen

Eddie’s in control. The nightmares aren’t as frequent as they once were. He’s got regular sessions scheduled with a therapist, and he’s working on opening up more about things... Some things at least.

He’s certainly not about to admit to one of the station’s shrinks that he’s developed some fairly strong feelings for his co-worker. Feelings he thinks might have been brewing for years, feelings that suddenly became incredibly obvious when he was dying in his arms inside of a different firehouse’s engine cab—stay with me, just hang on—Nope. Definitely not bringing that one up.

That’s something he downright refuses to discuss with anyone. Ever.

.

Eddie's back in work after the shooting, the power keeps cutting out across Los Angeles, and he's just realised he's hopelessly in love with his best friend. This is fine.

Subscribe and Save by holyfudgemonkeys

Buck and Eddie have some time alone.

Or not.

(AKA, Hildy hears all.)

[sweetiejunie]

idk if requests are open rn, but an angst/fluff soulmate au with Beomgyu would make me really happy. If requests aren’t open then it’s okay^^

—.✿ฺ—

Rewrite the stars

Summary: you weren’t meant to be together. And it freaked you out. But beomgyu? He’s always been your rock.

Genre: angst, fluff

Beomgyu x reader

A/n: huehue thanks for the request anonie!! First time i wrote a soulmate fic 🥴 but hope u enjoyed! I tried :’)

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The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. Beomgyu watched as you laid in his arms, staring at the red string tied around your pinky. He knew this was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be with him. But he loved you, and you loved him.

It was a fluke that the two of you met. It was a fluke that you fell for each other. But that faithful day he decided to ignore his instincts, was probably the best decision he’s ever made.

You hated that you lived in a world where ‘soulmates’ existed as a concept. You had always thought it was just a social construct, but you can’t ignore the disapproving looks you got while you walked down the streets hand-in-hand with the boy that wasn’t fated to be with you. Why couldn’t the thread be tied around his pinky instead of some stranger you haven’t met? Faith, and the universe, just had to be a bitch.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, he never cared. He loved you, and that was all that mattered to him. Who cares about what others thought about you? Everyone around him told him that it wasn’t right, but nothing ever convinced him. He swore to be by your side no matter what, and it was a promise he planned to keep. On the days when you started to doubt your relationship, he was there. On days when the harsh reality of society got to you, he was there. He was there with you through thick and thin.

“You’re overthinking about the piece of thread again,” he suddenly spoke, knocking you out of your dazed stated when he caught you playing with the string around your left pinky.

You blushed, hiding your hand in a fist as you apologised, “Im sorry.”

“No need to apologise, my love.”

Beomgyu truly was the sweetest. Through all your panic and doubt, he still chose to stay with you and never expected anything in return.

Even the time you almost broke up with him because of everything people were telling you. How you weren’t fated to last or how he was going to leave you once he met his real soulmate. After all this time, that day is still engraved deep in his mind, stuck with him like the plague. After all, the most painful memories are the hardest to forget — the day he almost lost you.

That evening, beomgyu invited you to dinner to meet his parents. You had been dating for a while now, and he thought it was the perfect time for the most important people in his life to finally meet. There was just one small catch, okay, a pretty big catch. Since you weren’t soulmates, his parents weren’t biggest fan of you.

“Why would you agree to that? You know your parents aren’t typically that fond of me. Now you want me to sit barely a feet away from them for, gods knows how many hours?”

“Come on y/n, don’t worry so much. It’ll be fine, and I’ll be with you the whole time, alright?” Beomgyu replied, pouting at you, hoping that tonight would be the night his parents saw just how loving and kind you were. He wanted so badly for you to get along, but that proved to be just a wish.

“Fine, only for you. But don’t you dare leave me.”

As the night went on, beomgyus parents didn’t do anything too out of the ordinary, asking the usual interrogating questions any parent would ask the significant other of their child. But through the night, you had half a mind that every now and then they would glare at you. Then again, you were extremely nervous, so it could have just been you overthinking or your overactive imagination. But the moment beomgyu had excused himself to use the washroom, your suspicions were confirmed.

“Ill just be a second,” he whispered to you as he pushed he chair back.

The moment he was out of sight, his mother spoke, “listen, y/n. I’m going to be frank with you. I think you’re a really nice girl, but i want you to leave beomgyu,” venom evident in every word.

Her statement caught you off guard, and the only respond your brain could process was, “huh?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s clear that you two are not meant to be together. After-all, you aren’t soulmates. No amount of love can fix or change that.” She paused, only to continue when you didn’t reply, “and i just want the best for beomgyu. I’m sure you do too. One day, I want him to be able to find true love without being held back by anything... or anyone.”

Her words rang in your head over and over again. Were you really just a burden to beomgyu? Was he really going to leave you one of these days?

“I- er- Excuse me. Sorry, i have to go. Ill see myself out,” you stated, your head hung low as you hurried to gather your thing. “ Thank you for the dinner.”

You made your way to the front door, clicking it shut behind you. Ignoring the sound of the bathroom door opening and beomgyu’s voice as he called your name. Worried, confused, maybe even desperate. In the minute he left, his entire world had come crashing down in front him.

“What on earth did you say to her?!” He yelled at his parents. But before they could answer, he was sprinting out the door after you.

“Y/n!” He called out, running towards you. “Wait! Please!”

He reached out to grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. When you turned to face him, the tears running down your face were bullets to his heart.

“They’re small minded people,” he began, grabbing your hands, holding them tightly. “Why do you care what they think-”

“It’s not just them,” you interrupted. “It’s everyone.”

“Not me,” his expression soften when he realised you were starting to sob harder. His thumbs running over to back your hands assuringly.

“It may not be written in stone,” he said, referring to the thread tied around his own pinky. “But i know you’re meant to be mine.”

“Beomgyu...” you trailed off. You hated how fate made you question your future with him. You hated how you always put beomgyu in that position. But you couldn’t help it. “No one ever looked at you the way your parents looked at me. But they’re right, you and i, this isn’t meant to happen. Eventually, you would find your true soulmate. Isn’t it better we end it now, before it’s too late and one of us ends up getting hurt?”

He stood there, staring into your eyes. His grip on your hands never faulted, afraid that if let you go, he’ll never see you again. A millions thoughts ran through his head, but all of them wasn’t the right thing to say. All, expect one.

“I- i love you,” he chocked out.

“Beomgyu...“

“No, don’t. I can see it in your eyes that you love me too. Isn’t that enough? I promised to be by your side. What matters the most is what we think. And we love each other, thats more than what others can ever say about us. Just because this stupid string says we’re not supposed to be together, doesn’t mean we can’t still write out own ending. Don’t leave me, please.”

“But beomgyu, they’re your parents.”

“I dont give a shit. If they can’t accept me and whatever and whoever i love then... then that’s their problem.”

You couldn’t speak, chocking on your sobs as you looked into his eyes. You pulled him in for a hug, and that was all the response he needed before hugging you back.

Bringing himself back to the present, he smiled, admiring the sight in front of him as you stared up at the clouds. Since that day, the road with you was no where near a smooth ride. But from the moment he saw you, he knew that you may not be fated to be with him, but he had to love you with everything he had, for as long as he can.

The journey to be with you may have been long and difficult, but he was glad it was so tough. Cause if he hadn’t gone through hell to get there, he might not have learnt the lessons he did. And he would carry those lessons with him. He loved you through all the hard times, every stupid fight, every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came your way. And he would continue to do that, until the very end. Admittedly, beomgyu didn’t know what the futures holds for either of you. But he knew that it included you.

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Hope you liked this! Not completely happy with this but thought it was still worth posting. I tried ㅠㅠ

Masterlist

[stardew-imagines-me]

Imagine Making Lunch for Alex~

Truth be told, you never were really the most romantic person ever. Yeah, you liked going on dates and being with the person you liked at the time, but eventually those feelings faded and you never really enjoyed going out with people anymore. Well, that was in the city.

In Pelican Town, you found yourself allured by the many mysterious people that worked and thrived every day. From the gentle giant Elliot who lived on the beach and seduced you with frilly poems about the sea and your eyes, to adventurous, boisterous blue haired Emily who liked meditation and reading your soul. You were soon intrigued with everyone that you found yourself falling a little deeper into the routine of figuring out what they would do next.

Then there was Alex. Alex was... well, to put it frank, an arrogant jerk. At first. When you had introduced yourself to Alex, he looked you up and down and rose an eyebrow. Obviously, you were mildly offended but you knew that starting stuff right when you moved in wasn’t a good idea at all, so you let it slide and held your hand out to shake it. The first impressions in town were a little up and down, judging from how Shane didn’t even spare a glance your way and how Sebastian just shrugged you off. You let those slide too, knowing that it takes time to warm up to people.

And so, as you lived your new life on the farm; watering crops, cutting down trees and fishing, you found that you actually loved Pelican Town and everything it had to offer. The people were relatively nice, and those who weren’t at first had finally warmed up to you enough for you to attend special events. And even though you found each and every one of them charming, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Alex just being different.

He was rude, and arrogant, self absorbed... but he was also insecure and apologetic, he cared about your feelings deep down and needed confirmation from anyone and everyone. He was dreamy, strong and intelligent in his own way. And not to mention his smile was gorgeous and white, his eyes sparkled and you could see the way his muscles worked under his shirt when he moved. He was frustratingly handsome and you wanted to hate him, you wanted to hate what he stood for and how he acted...

But you just couldn’t.

And so here you find yourself making him salmon and vegetables for lunch, decorating the container with cute little designs made from carrots and celery, making little bunny faces out of rice and placing the salmon to the side. You’re frowning the whole time, trying your best to talk yourself into not going up to him and demanding he takes you out on a date and kiss you like you’re the only person in the world and giving him the lunch you slaved over making in your own kitchen for at least an hour. You try really hard, but you find yourself smiling a little lost like at the cute little container filled with his favorite foods.

Gently, you set the top of the food container on and put it in a small bag that hangs off your shoulder and stretches across your chest, making sure the latch holding the bag is tight so there’s no way it ruins your adorable animal themed lunch. You’re really going to do this. You’re going to go up to Alex and demand he take your lunch and confession because you see the way he looks at you and how he acts.

Breathing a little too fast, you pet your dog goodbye and head out of your door in a half speedwalk, half jog sort of deal. You can feel the nerves naw at the back of your head as you enter town, slowing your pace as much as possible so you can postpone the event just a little longer.

“You got this, you got this,” muttering under your breath, you’re about to make it around the corner and stop, inhaling deep, puffing out your chest, and walking straight for Alex who... would normally be alone.

“Oh hey, farmer,” Haley says boredly as you walk up to the two. Your eye twitches in annoyance but you put on a polite smile and look her straight in the eye.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask in the sweetest voice you can muster. It’s hard considering you knew how close Alex and Haley actually were, and honestly, it made your skin heat up and your mind fuzzy with anger and jealousy.

“Just talking, why? What’s got you bitchy?” Haley asked with a smack of her lips, eyes narrowing in a small, unimpressed frown which only made your hair prickle.

“I’m just wondering, I have something I need to talk about with Alex though,” you say and looked at Alex who was watching the whole scene unfold in front of his eyes, looking very uneasy.

“Yeah? Well, what if I had something to talk about with him too, huh?” Haley fired back, setting a hand on her hip and staring you down with an intense gaze that almost made you want to shy away. Almost.

“Then you can wait,” you say quickly, grabbing Alex’s hand and pulling him away from Haley quickly and heading towards the beach. The whole time you can hear Haley ranting and hollering, but she doesn’t follow, thank god.

When you stop at the bridge, Alex is sputtering and confused, a light dust of red fallen over his cheeks which complimented his eyes in a really pretty way.

“What’s- what did you need to talk about?” Alex fidgeted as you let his hand go, pretending not to see the way Alex just slightly reached to grab your hand again before fleeing back to his side.

“Actually.. it was something important,” you mutter, and shuffle into your satchel to grab his boxes lunch.

Hes watching you the whole time with his lip between his teeth, and when you pull out his gift, he looks a little taken aback.

“I, I thought maybe you’d be hungry and I really wanted to cook for you so please take my lunch. It’s salmon, rice, carrots, celery and tiny tomatoes,” you say, offering the lunch with both of your hands, staring at his neck because you were way too shy to look him dead in the eye.

A moment passed, and you could feel the disappointment and embarrassment boil deep in your chest. As you’re just about to pull back, Alex quickly wraps his hands around your own, and holds them in place.

“I love it,” he mutters, looking through the lid and smiling at the cute little vegetables bunnies over rice.

“I love it a lot,” he says again and takes the box, smiling up at you with the warmest look that made butterflies kick and prod inside your stomach.

“I’m glad..” you mutter shyly, looking at the ground and shuffling subconsciously.

“I like you a lot,” Alex says, and places a quick kiss against your forehead, thanks you again and digs into his meal like a starving animal.

You just stand on the side of the bridge with him, laughing and talking about nothing and everything at the same time. The feeling in your chest expanding when he finishes and takes his large hand and placing it against your cheek. He smiles at you and you can’t help but get lost in that beautiful smile again and again.

[jerseydeanne]

June 6, 2016

Something awesome has happened! I was introduced to this super cool guy in Toronto. He has the cutest English accent and a naughty smile.

Bad news — he has ginger hair. Good news — he's just about the most eligible dude in the world.

Yep: Prince Harry! And we all know there's only one way to catch a prince, pretend you don't know who he is. It worked! And then he pretended he watched my TV show Suits.

Ha ha! Anyway, we've been texting for days and soon I'm flying to London to see him again. He says I've got to keep it top secret...

June 28

I'm in London to meet my new man. I know I have to keep it under my hat, but it's killing me.

I'm doing my best to be good, and even hid in the back of a car when I went to see him. No one suspected anything. Dammit!

On the plus side, I got to watch tennis at Wimbledon, too. OK, not in the Royal Box this year, but maybe next year? After all, if they can keep making room for that Pippa...

July 15

We've been dating over a month now and Harry is worried people might be onto us so I'm trying to throw people off the scent with my Instagram posts.

'Fries before guys,' as if! Not when that guy is fifth in line to the throne and you don't stay as skinny as I am eating chips as the Brits call them.

(I'm really gonna have to learn that lingo.)

ReJuly 17Operation Bag Myself A Prince — so far, so good. But our romance is still secret and we're on opposite sides of the Atlantic. I worry some blonde 'totty' (as Harry calls them) will swoop in and steal my man. I've gotta get the message across that I'm chilled out. They say Harry's soooo not into commitment, I don't want to scare him off. So I uploaded this fun snap of me with raspberries. Come on — what's not to love?

Aug 6

In New York for my best friend’s wedding. Thankfully, the hotel rooms look a little like a palace, so I can get used to how my future home might be.

I’d give anything if I could take Harry as my plus one. But I can still drive him wild from here. Just check out my ass!

That’ll show him it isn’t just that Middleton girl who looks great from behind in a bridesmaid’s dress. In your face Pippa!

Sept 1

I've decided to research the British upper class. So, while I'm working hard on my lifestyle blog The Tig, jetting around the world staying at really cool, expensive hotels — trust me, it's exhausting! — I make sure to look up some posh Brits.

I hang out with a socialite called Millie Mackintosh at Soho Farmhouse in the Cotswolds.

She was super-helpful, and taught me all about English ways — the importance of queuing, handwriting thank you notes rather than Instagramming, that it's 'loo' not 'toilet' and 'napkin' not 'serviette'. I took notes. Very useful for meeting the future granny-in-law.

Sept 2

Jetting back home today and it's been a crazy month of sun, sand and...you know what! But it's still hush hush. That's 11 l-o-o-ong weeks.

I guess at least it's given me time to practise my curtsey. But, deep down, I'm over the whole 'secret' thing.

Now everyone thinks he's dating some other actress called Jenna Coleman, who's in some little TV thing about Queen Victoria. Yawn. At least my show is sexy.

Sept 28

OK, so we have established that I am: discreet, dress well and know that you should say 'rubbish' not 'garbage'.

Tick, tick, tick. Now I'm in Ottowa posing for Vanity Fair magazine for my humanitarian work with the One Young World organisation.

It's all about environmental issues and human rights and stuff — so that's got to be worth some serious princess points, right? I try to seem regal and dignified for the cameras.

Also how hot do I look in my white dress?

Oct 19

A big day: the launch of my new clothing line based on the sort of smart, sexy clothes my character Rachel wears in Suits.

Think tight leather and sky-high stilettoes. It’s important for a modern woman to diversify her career — and it’s even more important for a certain someone to see what a hot body I’ve got...

Oct 21

OK, I’ve had it. My jaw is aching from staying so quiet. So I’ve started to drop a few hints. I really can’t believe nobody’s guessed we’re an item.

I must be a better actress than I thought. So I posted this cheeky little snap, drinking my coffee, in a pose which also just ‘happens’ to show me wearing Harry’s African love bead bracelet. Just hope someone picks up on it.

Oct 22

Uh oh. I’m hearing rumours that the story of our romance is about to break. Hope it was nothing I did. It’s all about to get crazy . . . at last!

So in the meantime, here’s a silly card I bought for my own little pickle in the palace, saying: ‘You mean a great dill to me’.

Hilarious! I try to stay suitably mysterious in my caption on Instagram — just saying: ‘Yes you do.’ We all know who ‘you’ is, don’t we? And I only put two love hearts after it. How restrained am I?

Nov 1

Yikes! So the whole world knows that Harry and I are bananas about each other. The royals say: ‘Never complain, never explain.’

But there’s nothing that says ‘never post cute internet pics that could be read as a romantic message for your Prince’, is there?

So that’s what I do – and post a naughty little message for my guy on Instagram telling him to ‘sleep tight’.

Yep that’s right, I’ve spooned with Prince Harry! Just like these bananas are doing. After all, he’s so a-peeling!

Nov 10Success! Harry put out the sweetest statement confirming we are totally an item and defending me from all the mean things some people are saying. He’s my knight in shining armour, except he’s better than a knight ’cos he’s a Prince! Decided to cook him a special romantic meal at Kensington Palace to show my appreciation. An organic vegan feast, using my special favourite recipe for roasted cauliflower with chickpeas and hot curry powder. He’s gonna love it. 

Nov 23

Thanksgiving and I’m thinking about the meal I once cooked for all my family. A huge turkey — like most of my movies!

Ha ha! Today I’m feeling thankful for: my career, my family, my swishy hair, my cute bottom...not forgetting my ginger honey bunny who I’ve been dating for six whole months.

Feb 1, 2017

A new year and still going strong with Harry. We had a date night at Soho House in London.

The paparazzi caught us. Luckily, I looked super-glam. Am loving staying at Harry’s apartment in Kensington Palace and pretending we’re a married couple — which everyone is saying we will be before too long.

Was hoping Kate might pop in for a cup of green tea but no sign of her yet...

Feb 5

Still playing the perfect housewife. That’s the great thing about being an actress, I can turn my hand to anything.

And being so good at learning lines is great practice for all those royal speeches I might have to give one day.

In the meantime, I’ve noticed Harry’s pad has a bit of a bachelor vibe going on, so am filling it with flowers. Love my new Barbour jacket. Makes me look very posh and English.

March 3

Harry asked me to go with him to his best friend’s wedding in Jamaica. Everyone goes wild because there’s a picture of my hand on Harry’s back.

But it’s a bit awkward because Jamaica was where I married my ex-husband, a guy called Trevor.

Harry is totally cool about it though, I mean, everyone in his family gets divorced. I know the last American divorcee who married a royal wasn’t so popular but, hey, Wallis Simpson wasn’t on TV and didn’t have 1.6 million followers on Instagram.

May 7

Princess training Part 32, in which I pretend to be interested in Polo. All the men chase a ball with a giant hammer.

Let’s be frank — it was as boring as hell, but at least it wasn’t cricket. Things seem to be going well though. I have this English style thing down.

Just check out my dress! Looks like one of Kate’s, don’t cha think? Bad news though, had to pull the plug on my blog. It was upsetting some of the stuffed suits at the Palace. No more selfies. What I am going to do?

May 20

Pippa’s wedding today and I joined Harry for the reception in a big greenhouse in a field.

Brit weddings are weird. When I get married it will be totally glamorous with no muddy fields.

Getting a bit bummed with other people’s weddings. I mean, it’s been practically a year!

June 11

Awkward! So I’m at a script reading session at a TV festival in Texas when this random guy in the audience asks when I’m going to marry Harry.

Jeez, I hope people don’t think I put him up to it! I just smile and say nothing.

Still, I reckon 2018 will be a big year for hat sales in England!

By daily mail reporter

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*cough* So uh... this is... REALLY late, but um... have some? ^^;

#CivilWarsintheKastle Week  (Month? Year?)

Day 5: To Whom It May Concern or Falling

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“This is the last of it?”

“This is the last of it,” Frank confirmed, packing the last bags into the back of the truck and shutting the trunk hard, “make sure all of these get destroyed. Hey, all of them.” He glared at Micro, impressing upon him what would happen if Frank ever found out that any component of these Judas bullets were to be reused.

Micro held up his hands. “They’re gone, humanely diffused,” he claimed, opening the driver’s door and sliding in.

Frank’s boots squeaked on the wet asphalt as he stepped up to the door after him. “If I find so much as the shells resold-”

“There’ll be nothing left of them, Frank, I swear,” Micro sighed, nonplussed by Frank’s glowering. He leaned back in the seat, tapping his hands on the wheel. “I’ve got a nice supply of liquid nitrogen for the occasion and a chemical bunker, just in case I have to use something stronger. Who knows what this alien shit does,” he sneered in the direction of the kilos and kilos of lethal weaponry behind him.

“Good,” Frank growled, then stepped back, deciding to relax. He didn’t need to give Micro such a hard time, probably.

“Hey, if you’re so worried about them, tell me again why you’re not coming on this disposal?” Micro leaned over his shoulder to cock his head at Frank.

Frank glanced up at his associate, then cleared his throat. “I’m needed in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“C’mon, Frank,” Micro rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t need you; it’s got the kid with the horns and the freak detective. What do you want to be going back there for? What’s waiting for you?”

Frank swallowed. Micro’s wording cropped up unbidden pictures of the city at night and one particular apartment building with one particular lighted window with a fire escape just outside it and the implication that someone could be waiting for him- Frank blinked and his mind was cold and blank once again. “Scum needing punishment is what’s waiting for me.”

Micro snorted. “Yeah, well you enjoy it big guy. I’ll read about it in the papers.”

Frank pursed his lips. If this kept up much longer he was going to consider himself teased. And shortly thereafter, Micro was going to be reminded how much he loved being teased.

But Micro was starting the engine and shutting the door. If he really did mean anything by his pointed questioning and reference to papers, the earful he was going to get would have to wait until he got back.

Micro nodded to Frank through the mirror and Frank raised a hand, waving him off. A few more minutes of engine growls and Micro was gone. Frank blew a long breath, glad to have those bullets on their way to destruction. Now he just had to find who had commissioned those bullets in the first place. Destroying the caches was an immediate solution; destroying the manufacturing plants was even better. But this problem wouldn’t be solved until he took out whoever had the bright idea to invent these.

Frank walked away from the wet tracks on the asphalt, nearly invisible already. His job was only half done here; there were still many people to find, interrogate, kill. But his frustration with an unfinished job felt secondary to the relief of the bullets being out of his hands and this part of the job being over. He’d meant what he said to Micro: he was needed in Hell’s Kitchen. He was… looking forward to going back.

“What’s waiting for you?” Micro’s words taunted him. Micro knew he’d lost his family there, that his life went to shit there. Micro, of course, would be stunned that he wanted to go back there, that he had any reason to.

Frank had walked clear across the parking lot and down the lonely road from the warehouse to where he’d parked his own car. The long, quiet walk was doing him good, the air wet and mild from recent rain. It was the savage side of spring here. The driving rain hadn’t stopped for days, bringing the temperature down to the 40s when it had been damn near 80 when he walked through the park with Karen last week. He remembered it had been quite warm with how much Max panted, with the way her cheeks burned, turning positively rosy. They’d all felt a little warm then.

He opened his car door and got in. It would be good to get back to Hell’s Kitchen, now that he thought about it. Perhaps he did have a bias for it. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, anxious to get moving. Part of him, at least, really wanted to head back there. The city was starting to feel familiar, starting to feel like a home. He knew which buildings to watch. He knew which businesses were thriving. He knew what criminals and syndicates to expect and how to take them out. And being there, in the heart of it, the pulse of the city, it was starting to feel like home. Like he could claim he knew where he was again.

The car was already in gear and he was already peeling out, looking for the interstate. His trigger finger tapped at the wheel, then reached for the stereo. He flicked through the stations until he heard something familiar, with a strong back beat and a lot of guitar. And a woman’s voice, singing sweet enough to bring a smile to his face.

His mind settled into the hum of the song and his thoughts drifted. Untethered, before he knew it he was back at that lighted window, lingering outside on the fire escape, like a pigeon, like a gargoyle, like a shadow. She’d be inside, on her eighth cup of coffee, flitting between rhythmic tapping on her laptop and frustrated scribbling on her notepad. She worked like a busy bird, surrounded by a nest of research, constantly rearranging the pieces until it was just right. And here he was, some big, scruffy invader, on the edge of her nest, uninvited. He should go. And yet…

He knew, if he were to tap her window, she might let him in. She might smile in recognition. She might be glad to see him and offer him coffee. He wouldn’t take it. He’d refuse with all his might, already trespassing too far into her world. It was too much to bear to stay there, almost a part of it. She’d force the cup on him anyway, with the sweetest insistence. She’d tease him, badger him, complain to him. Somehow, he’d forget he was trespassing. He missed her, desperately.

The station changed. It was now playing something bluesy and bitter and not his mood at all. He blinked out at the interstate; he’d missed his exit, shit. His imagination seemed not to care, playing out that warmth in her space a little longer, hovering on the borders of a golden daydream. And oh, fuck. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He was fucked now.

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EXCLUSIVE: Carl Reiner Shares Sweet Memories of Don Rickles: 'There Were Two Sides to Don'

Carl Reiner is mourning the loss of his longtime friend, legendary comedian Don Rickles.

Rickles died of kidney failure on Thursday morning, his rep confirmed to ET. He was 90.

Reiner, 95, tells ET the two had known each other since Rickles came to California to pursue his career, when he was still unknown.

NEWS: Don Rickles Dies at 90: Jimmy Kimmel, Bob Newhart and More Stars Pay Tribute

"I knew Don Rickles from the early, early days of his career when he came to California," Reiner says. "I was doing a program with Ernie Kovacs, who told me to see a new comic. I went with Frank Sinatra to see this young comedian, Don Rickles. I got to know him well after that."

"He did my movie, Enter Laughing, a key scene in the movie," he continues. "I just saw the movie on TV last week and called him to tell him about it, but was not able to speak with him at that time. What people don't know is that he was a serious actor who studied acting in New York City and he was a very dear person."

Reiner says there was a side of Rickles that his fans rarely saw.

"There were two sides to Don: the professional comedian-actor, and, when you talked with him about his wife, Barbara, and his family, a very soft side," he shares. "He was a very sweet person and this is sad news."

Rickles is survived by his wife of 52 years, Barbara, as well as his daughter, Mindy Mann, and two grandchildren.

Rickles' fellow comedians and peers are clearly taking the loss hard, many of them mourning the comedy legend via social media.

"Ninety years with Don Rickles weren't enough," Jimmy Kimmel tweeted. "One of the sweetest and most lovely people I had the pleasure of knowing. We miss you already."

"A God died today. Don Rickles, we did not want to ever lose you. Never," Tom Hanks also tweeted.

NEWS: Tom Hanks and Tim Allen Pay Tribute to Their 'Toy Story' Co-Star Don Rickles

Rickles' funeral services will be private, though in lieu of flowers, the family suggests that donations be made to the Larry Rickles Endowment Fund at Children's Hospital Los Angeles.

-- Reporting by Claudia Cagan

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2018-04-03 18 CELEBRITY now

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TMZ

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Celebrity Splits of 2018

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Jadine

RL Ship Awareness 1

Is a ship made of actor/singer Nadine Lustre and James Reid. The two work as a love team (people that pair up a lot for work projects) and are in a confirmed relationship.

Why I ship Jadine:

Two young people working together to achieve their dreams and elevate their families, what's not to love? No really. It's rare that people get to achieve working as a unit while they're in love. Often times our careers and our loves are separate and when not they're not always working on the same projects. Imagine being in love with someone, creating art with them and traveling discoving the beauty of the world together - that's Jadine. They're fresh living.

I like both James and Nadine as individuals, while they both give off this vibe that they were meant for this life/job. Nadine presents it more so when she's in character and she exudes the character as it should be. James, however, walks it in his everyday life. Its his charm, and how he handles everything from a simple interview to the process of character. Its not often that I see that in a male actor. Its refreshing to see a male as young as James and yet so knowledgable of himself and so frank with all his parts. He's very talent and honestly they both should be way bigger than they are currently. Nadine is one of those women I look at and I can see no wrong. Like theres not supposed to be a concept of real perfection but then some women just give off this presence  of being just that and its hard to imagine anyone disliking any part of them. When James admitted that he didn’t find her attractive at all or when they talk about how hard it was to even talk to him in the start, my brain just shuts down cause I can’t conceive the notion of how cray he was. Nadine is this amazing mix of class and earthiness. When the cameras are on and she has to be ‘on’ she snaps into it so easily, but the moment the job is done she's back to Nadine who could just as easily be the girl you grew up with next door. 

In my ships I always like how the male treats the female (in heterosexual ships). This is because in common relationships that I get to see this isn't always good. So rl shipping often times gives viewers that belief in the system while not seeing everything. With James, he's very candid, kinda blunt and as honest as he can be in his world. He doesn't try to gain fans and love by pretending, by lying. Like he says "you can be the sweetest peach in the world and there's always gonna be someone who doesn't like peaches." So when he and Jadine decided to come forward with their relationship (which is not always looked high upon) he was very blunt. He admits that even though they've worked together a long time he didn't look at her that way at first, in fact he says she didn't find her attractive at all (homeboy is loco cause Nadine is sooo bae, she's attractive like out of this world) but that's his fair opinion. It wasn't until they had a fight (that he caused hehe) and she stopped talking to him that he even noticed his feelings had changed because he got to see what life without her cheer in it would be. He's frank about his partying ways and his ex's. He totes his past album to Nadine in a way that highlights exactly what he means when he says he just feels like he deserves something that makes him happy and how Nadine fits into that. She sees the real James that his fans will probably never see. It's easy to look at someone like him who looks good, knows he looks good and admits to love the partying and think that's all there is. You can forget that people aren't just one thing. He parties but also he's an extremely hard worker. He lives the fun life but he has his own dark moments and mentalities which he hinted at in not one but two of his recent videos. He's at the top of his game but he's always making sure he elevates his family (def his bother and sister he's close with) and is there for his love.

 I love Nadine. She's so gifted. She's got the acting game on lock. She's always growing and I can totally see her transition behind the camera. I'm happy that she's happy. That her being who she is fits who he is and allows him the freedom to be James as she is Nadine. I think people like Nadine show how important it is to trust your partner, to be in the relationship with your partner and not at the vocals of everyone else. I think confidence and that balance is what preserves what they have. Her trust and love for him solely as who he is, is what permitted him to fall for her in the first place. She knew just about all of him, because they were friends, because they were partners before they even chose to elevate that relationship. 

I think I like Jadine because its not just about bring together for them, its about the consciousness of being together. Jadine is Fresh, Young, Success, Achievement, Travel, Friendship, Partnership, Honesty and Openness.

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EXCLUSIVE: Carl Reiner Shares Sweet Memories of Don Rickles: 'There Were Two Sides to Don'

Carl Reiner is mourning the loss of his longtime friend, legendary comedian Don Rickles.

Rickles died of kidney failure on Thursday morning, his rep confirmed to ET. He was 90.

Reiner, 95, tells ET the two had known each other since Rickles came to California to pursue his career, when he was still unknown.

NEWS: Don Rickles Dies at 90: Jimmy Kimmel, Bob Newhart and More Stars Pay Tribute

"I knew Don Rickles from the early, early days of his career when he came to California," Reiner says. "I was doing a program with Ernie Kovacs, who told me to see a new comic. I went with Frank Sinatra to see this young comedian, Don Rickles. I got to know him well after that."

"He did my movie, Enter Laughing, a key scene in the movie," he continues. "I just saw the movie on TV last week and called him to tell him about it, but was not able to speak with him at that time. What people don't know is that he was a serious actor who studied acting in New York City and he was a very dear person."

Reiner says there was a side of Rickles that his fans rarely saw.

"There were two sides to Don: the professional comedian-actor, and, when you talked with him about his wife, Barbara, and his family, a very soft side," he shares. "He was a very sweet person and this is sad news."

Rickles is survived by his wife of 52 years, Barbara, as well as his daughter, Mindy Mann, and two grandchildren.

Rickles' fellow comedians and peers are clearly taking the loss hard, many of them mourning the comedy legend via social media.

"Ninety years with Don Rickles weren't enough," Jimmy Kimmel tweeted. "One of the sweetest and most lovely people I had the pleasure of knowing. We miss you already."

"A God died today. Don Rickles, we did not want to ever lose you. Never," Tom Hanks also tweeted.

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Rickles' funeral services will be private, though in lieu of flowers, the family suggests that donations be made to the Larry Rickles Endowment Fund at Children's Hospital Los Angeles.

-- Reporting by Claudia Cagan

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EXCLUSIVE: Carl Reiner Shares Sweet Memories of Don Rickles: 'There Were Two Sides to Don'

Carl Reiner is mourning the loss of his longtime friend, legendary comedian Don Rickles.

Rickles died of kidney failure on Thursday morning, his rep confirmed to ET. He was 90.

Reiner, 95, tells ET the two had known each other since Rickles came to California to pursue his career, when he was still unknown.

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"I knew Don Rickles from the early, early days of his career when he came to California," Reiner says. "I was doing a program with Ernie Kovacs, who told me to see a new comic. I went with Frank Sinatra to see this young comedian, Don Rickles. I got to know him well after that."

"He did my movie, Enter Laughing, a key scene in the movie," he continues. "I just saw the movie on TV last week and called him to tell him about it, but was not able to speak with him at that time. What people don't know is that he was a serious actor who studied acting in New York City and he was a very dear person."

Reiner says there was a side of Rickles that his fans rarely saw.

"There were two sides to Don: the professional comedian-actor, and, when you talked with him about his wife, Barbara, and his family, a very soft side," he shares. "He was a very sweet person and this is sad news."

Rickles is survived by his wife of 52 years, Barbara, as well as his daughter, Mindy Mann, and two grandchildren.

Rickles' fellow comedians and peers are clearly taking the loss hard, many of them mourning the comedy legend via social media.

"Ninety years with Don Rickles weren't enough," Jimmy Kimmel tweeted. "One of the sweetest and most lovely people I had the pleasure of knowing. We miss you already."

"A God died today. Don Rickles, we did not want to ever lose you. Never," Tom Hanks also tweeted.

NEWS: Tom Hanks and Tim Allen Pay Tribute to Their 'Toy Story' Co-Star Don Rickles

Rickles' funeral services will be private, though in lieu of flowers, the family suggests that donations be made to the Larry Rickles Endowment Fund at Children's Hospital Los Angeles.

-- Reporting by Claudia Cagan