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[ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs ] hold on ❛ frank adler

anonymous said: for dilf july .. How's Frank Adler for a request😏 👀 — 🍊🍦

fandom chris evans

featuring frank adler x reader (f)

rating sfw

content warning a couple swears, a minor lovers’ quarrel, frank being big grump

summary after you buy a pregnancy test, you’re excited by the prospect of having another baby with frank, but he seems apprehensive

word count 1545

attention my first frank fic ahhh! this wasn’t proofread. do not translate or repost my work anywhere ever. please reblog and leave feedback if you enjoy!

the afternoon sun is blazing down on your bare shoulders as you storm the dock. when you reach the familiar number by your feet, Frank’s slot number, you cross your arms over your chest and gaze upon the vessel, and the man hard at work on it.

“You gonna stay out here all day?”

he doesn’t answer. of course he doesn’t answer.

Frank’s body is angled to view the dock, but his foot is flush against the gunwale, pushing on it for leverage. a glare from his aviators nearly blind you when he cranes his neck, and you glance away, using one hand to cup around your forehead and shield your eyes from the sun, squinting against it.

“You’re giving me the silent treatment now?” your frown deepens when his gaze drops back to the tool in his hand and the project in front of him, before you add bashfully, “don’t be mad.”

“Never said I was mad,” he replies with a grunt, “you decided that yourself.” beneath the cruelty of the sun, his skin is kissed and glazed with sweat; some time along the duration of his project he’s discarded his tee, and the muscles in his biceps ripple, his jaw clenched, as he works. “Where are the girls?”

“Eating lunch. Mary volunteered to put Aspen down for a nap after. She said ‘go talk to Frank, he’s being a butt’,” you pause after repeating his niece’s quote word for word, and look at him. “So… can we talk or do you want to keep being a butt?”

“Did she really call me a butt?” you nod with a fond scoff; you couldn’t exactly disagree with her. Frank pauses too, looking up at you with brows furrowed, although you suspect it’s less of a sign of anger and more so involuntary as the Florida sun is blazing directly in his countenance. “Yeah, we can talk.”

of course, leave it to Frank to not be the first to share.

“Okay,” the ghost of a smile tickles the corner of your mouth, and you take a step to the very edge of the dock, gesturing to the boat, “permission to come aboard, then?” it wasn’t much, what he was giving you, but it was a start.

even if Frank was frustrated, that didn’t stop him from tossing his tools and stepping up on to the bow. both arms stretch out, palms facing up for you to take, which you do, gratefully. living with Frank meant you spent half of your time on the water, which you didn’t mind, but you didn’t have perma-sea legs, not like he did. your knees wobble a bit when the boat rocks, your feet searching for the safest place to land, directly in the center of the bow. Frank is accustomed to helping you on to the boat, and he does so easily, ensuring that you’re steady enough before letting go. going back to his project, his mouth turns down in a concentrated scowl.

“I’m sorry, okay?” you sigh, sitting down. you’d been overjoyed by the fact that when you bought groceries today, you had your suspicions and also picked up a pregnancy test. Frank, on the other hand, saw the package when you were putting the food away and seemed to completely malfunction. “The test was negative, anyways.” you grumble. absentmindedly, your flip-flop clad foot toys with one of the cleats.

“You’re disappointed about that?”

“Kind of.”

Frank sighs heavily, looking back up at you. “Why? What are you in such a hurry for? Is it really so enticing to get pregnant again? C’mon, baby. Your feet swell, you get moody and sick all the time, most of the last trimester with Aspen you felt like complete shit and were in and out of the hospital. That’s not even getting started on the actual giving birth part—“

you can’t help but roll your eyes; Frank wasn’t getting it. “I didn’t mean that I was chomping at the bit to get pregnant right away because being pregnant is awesome and not at all a pain in the ass, you dope.” grumbling, your palms splay over the surface of the bow and you lean back, bathing in the warmth of the sun. “I was excited to buy the test because that meant that I might be pregnant with another one of your babies, that’s what I want. Another piece of our family. I thought you wanted that, too.”

“I do. In time.” Frank leans against the port railing and rubs the sweat from the nape of his neck sheepishly. “We haven’t even gotten married yet. Shouldn’t we focus on that, first? Isn’t that the right order to do these things in?”

the question brings a giggle of bemused sarcasm bubbling to your couplet, and you look to him with one brow arched. “Pretty sure if you wanted to do things in order you would’ve married me before you knocked me up the first time.”

he has since removed his sunglasses, and when you speak, he rolls his eyes with a halfhearted, “Shut up.” that was neither harsh nor entirely serious. you smile a bit at his quip, but he wipes the sweat from his brow. “You know what I mean, don’t you?” gazing down at his dirtied hands, he picks at the grime on his callouses and under his nails; you suspect it’s only to keep from meeting your eyes out of embarrassment. “I’m not good at this domestic shit, and I’ve never done anything right. In my whole life. But you— you make me want to do things the right way, for once. I just want to give you that, but I can’t afford that right now.”

the admission surprises you, and you blink a few times, processing each word. “Frank…” allowing your voice to fade out, you search your mind for something, anything, to say to appease him. when nothing is found, you search your heart. that’s where you find your next words. “I love you.” you can clearly see his shoulders stiffen, and so you stand up and approach him. the phrase wasn’t foreign in your relationship, but you knew that context mattered now. “I love you and I want to have a family with you. A big one, actually, with lots of mini mes and mini yous running around. And yes, I want to marry you eventually.” one of your hands flee to caress the stubble-shadowed chiseled countenance and you smile, “but that doesn’t mean that anything will change once I become Mrs. Adler. There’s no requirements to being happy with you, Frank. There’s no such thing as a right order, not for me, because as long as I’m with you, that’s right. When I have you and you have me, isn’t that right enough for you?”

“Of course it is,” he mumbles; ocean eyes studying every aspect of your face. “You and those girls are my whole life, I just can’t give you some fairytale life.”

chortling, you shake your head. “You really think I want that? Baby, if I wanted a fairytale, I probably wouldn’t be dating a man that wears faded jeans and wrinkled tee shirts. I don’t want a fairytale. I want you, stupid.”

Frank scoffs, but he smiles shortly after. “I want you, too, dummy.”

both, powerful arms pull you into a bear hug, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving sugary kisses there as if graciously offering a repayment for allowing him to hold you. melting into the embrace, you swoon.

“So, this is the part where you say you’re sorry and stop acting like a dick, right?”

you can feel his couplet stretch into a smile against your heated flesh. “Mm.. mhm,” humming in content, Frank squeezes you tighter. “By the way, do you have your phone on you?” his words are only slightly muffled, but perplexing nonetheless.

“No, why?”

in a second’s time, Frank has scooped you into his arms in the fashion of a newlywed bride. the notion seems romantic, and you nearly coo again, before you realize his true intentions. however, by the time you do, you’ve already been launched over the side of the boat with a choking shriek before clamping your hand over your nose and mouth to keep from inhaling any water when you go under. you break the surface, sputtering, in time to hear him dive somewhere near you, and you wipe the water away before you open your eyes.

he comes up only an inhale later, coiling his arms around your waist and jerking you to him. “You’re such a dick!” you exclaim, but you’re smiling. laughing. and your legs hook around his hips and draw yourself closer, clinging to him as if he were made of Velcro.

“You love it.” he teases, pressing your back to the side of the boat and effectively pinning you there. his lips attack yours with a few, passionate pecks that leave you dazed and intoxicated by his taste, before he mutters in your ear, “and you can bet your ass I’m gonna give you another baby. A boy this time— there are far too many ladies in the Adler household and I don’t think I could handle any more of ya.”