#SOMEONE TAKE FRANK ADLER AWAY FROM ME

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

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

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

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

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

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

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

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

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

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

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

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

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

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

“Working.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip. 

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

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

“What do you considered “other kids”…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hand on her hip. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Mary!” He scolded.

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

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

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

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

“Whose that?”

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

She shook her head. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, eyes widened at her. 

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

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

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

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Kinktober 2022, Day 9: Innocence

Who Makes You Feel This Good

Summary:  Frank loves the sweet innocent ones like you

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:  1.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"N-no."

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

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

"No! It stings."

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

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

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

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

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“This thing is trying to kill me,” Frank grunts, struggling with his bow tie. “Why do they insist on making this shit black tie?” 

“Because of the fancy people Frank,” Mary piped in as she lay on his bed, watching.  

“Thanks, Nugget, for your insight.”  

“What’s insight?” 

“Never mind,” Frank muttered.  

“It means your opinion,” Scott said as he walked into the room.  He reached up to tie the tie for Frank. “You have to explain it to her,” he told Frank.  He adjusted and stepped back. “There, perfect.”  

“Thanks.” Frank looked in the mirror and turned back to his gang.  “How do I look?” 

“Like a penguin,” Scott replied and begin to waddle around, mimicking a penguin, making Mary giggle.  

“You’re hilarious,” Frank deadpanned.  “Why am I so nervous?” 

“Because you have a date,” Scott said with sympathy.  “Its been five years.”  

“Its not a date.”  

“Its something. Its spending time with a woman.” Scott pats his shoulder. “And its not Abby.”  

Frank arrives at the charity event in the limo, alone.  He makes his way through the red carpet, taking photos and speaking with some reporters. The questions are simple, and Frank is somewhat relaxed. As soon as he finished up, he headed into the event. Looking around he spotted Johnny with his date and his sister.  Susan was in a sleek navy blue gown that was modest and elegant, allowing her golden blonde hair to shine. The other woman was in a black gown that left little to the imagination. Frank smiled and headed over.  “Hey Torch, hey Susie.  Sorry,” he glanced at the woman on Johnny’s arm.  “Frank Adler,” he offered his hand.  

A breathy giggle emerges.  “Bethany,” she said.  

“Nice to meet you.  Susie,” he offered his arm to Susan, who took it.  As they walked away, he groaned. “Jesus, is that all Storm wants in a woman?”  

Susan stifled a laugh.  “Apparently.  She’s a makeup artist.  I use that term loosely.  She works at a makeup store selling make up. And hopefully tit tape since that is all that is holding that dress up.” 

Frank snorted a laugh. “Why am I not surprised.” Frank shook his head. “Thanks for doing this, Susie.”  

“Its not a problem, Frank. You help me out and I’m returning the favor.”  

A two weeks prior... at the coffee shop.    “I could always give you guys a tour at JPL.  I mean if you want,” Susan offered with a smile.   “And that’s my cue for a refill,” Johnny stated, jumping up and heading to the counter.   Frank sighed.  “Look, Susan, I think you are very nice, but I am not looking for anything serious.”   Susan laughed.  “I know, I’m not either.  But I know you need to keep... umm.. Eager women...”  “Jersey Chasers,” he clarified.   “Fine, jersey chasers off of you.  I can help if you let me. Just as friends. Promise.”  She offered her hand.   Frank took it and shook it. “Friends. But why?”  “Haven't had the guts to tell Johnny that I met someone.” She blushed slightly.  “Why? Wouldn’t that be great?”  “Twin brothers are protective. And he’s not the typical guy that Johnny wants to see me with.” She rolled her eyes allowing Frank to chuckle.   “I get the protective thing. I have a sister, obviously, but she is free to live her own life.  Now, if he hurt her, that’s a different story. But fuck what Johnny wants. Does this guy...”  “Reed,” she offered.   “Is Reed a good guy who likes you for you?” She nodded. “Then be happy. And I meant what I said.  Fuck what Johnny thinks.”  They shared a laugh as Johnny returned.   “So how’s it going?”  “Susan agreed to be my, uh, companion I guess is the right word for the benefit.”  “Great!” Johnny smiled and wrapped an arm around his sister. “I guess this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”  

As Frank and Susan walked the floor, another couple arrived at the benefit.  Abby and Mike walked hand in hand, greeting the owners of the Dodgers and looked for their table.  Her heart sank as the assignments had them sitting with Frank. As she read, her heart plummeted further. He was seated next to a Bethany Carmichael and Susan Storm.  Knowing Johnny, he didn’t bring his sister as his date.  

“That is an interesting assignment,” Mike commented.  He looked at Abby and could see the anguish. “You didn’t asked to be seated with him right?” He grasped her fingers a little tighter.  

Two weeks Before, Abby and Mike’s house...  “Abby, beautiful, I’m so sorry.” Mike was on his knees groveling as she walked out of the bathroom in the morning. “Baby...”   “Don’t touch me.” Abby moved into their bedroom.  She was refusing to look in the mirror, afraid of what she would see. Mike followed.  “Baby...”  “No, I can’t do this...”  “Please don’t leave Abby. I am so sorry. It was an accident.” He shed tears and got back on his knees in front of her. “I’m so ashamed of myself. He clutched her around the middle. “Please, I’ll do anything.”   Abby sighed. Her heart was conflicted. She knew he had crossed a line, but it wasn’t one he had before. She didn’t want to give up on him. “One more chance Michael. But I swear...”  “No, baby, thank you, I promise. It will never happen again.”    Abby stayed home that day, letting her face heal. And Mike was loving, so attentive. They never spoke about it again. Frank was never brought up. She kept her promise to avoid the Adlers. It was breaking her heart.  

“No,” she shook her head. “I was planning to avoid him as much as possible.” That was a lie. She wanted to see Frank. To see how well he was. Ever since his hug and kiss from the hospital she could not stop thinking of him.  After watching Mary, she saw what she had been missing.  Frank and Mary were not just an uncle and his niece. They had grown to father and daughter.  

Mike guided her to their table. “Hello Johnny, Frank,” Mike said with a saccharine tone.  

Frank stiffened at his voice. Susan caught the flinch and patted his leg. Abby caught the movement and frowned. But it was Johnny who broke the silence at the table. “Hi, you’re Mr. Weiss, right?” Mike nodded. “John Storm.  This is my date, Bethany and my sister, Susan. Mr. Weiss is with the team’s legal department. And this is Dr. Hernandez, our head team doctor.”  

Susan stood and shook hands with the couple. “Susan Storm. It's nice to meet you both.”  

“Abigail Hernandez,” Abby said quietly. She assessed Susan and couldn’t find a fault. She was beautiful, elegant, poised. Exactly what she would have wanted for Frank before, when he wasn’t hers. But now, now he wasn’t hers again and it hurt.  

Mike was seated next to Bethany and was talking with her, and Abby was seated next to another player and his date.  She didn’t say much at the table, keeping her focus on the centerpiece.  A laugh broke her out of her concentration. Susan and Frank were laughing at something, and Abby’s heart clenched.  “I’m going to the restroom,” she told Mike.  

“I’ll join you,” Susan said, standing from the table.  She gave Frank’s shoulder a squeeze and walked toward Abby.  

Dammit, she thought.  She just needed a moment away from perfect Susan with her Frank and... the thought startled her. Frank was no longer hers. She made sure of that when she walked away. And yet, the thought of this woman, this flawless, perfect woman, was able to touch him, to be with him, made her angry.  

Dr. Hernandez, are you alight? Susan looked at her face with concern.  

Abby snapped out of it. She hadn’t schooled her face like she thought. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind. I’m fine Dr. Storm.” She had heard that she had completed her doctorate at MIT in astrophysics.  

“Call me Sue. You seem young for a doctor?” 

“I graduated three years early from high school. Frankie, I mean Frank and Mike and I went to the same undergraduate.” Abby looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize who she saw. It was her but the sparkle was gone.  

“Wow, impressive. Johnny got his diploma but bolted as soon as he was drafted. I headed east for school. Came back when they had an opening at JPL.”  

“That’s...” Abby searched for words, “nice.” She offered a hard smile, not wanting to cause a scene. But her blood boiled. “So, you and Frank.”  

“Yeah, he’s been so nice. He’ll make someone very happy.” Sue touched up her lipstick.” But you and Mike are cute together. Engaged long?” 

Abby tried to maintain her tone. “A couple of months. We’re gonna start looking for a venue soon.”  

“Oh.” Sue was stunned. She had assumed that Abby and Mike had just been playing but no, this was real.  

Abby walked out and back to the table, Susan trailing.  She could see the tension rising from the table. She went to Mike. “Everything ok?” 

“I was just asking how long Frank and Susan had been hooking up.” Mike grinned. “I mean, someone here sent a photo of them together to a tabloid and then more photos from a coffee shop, it looks like, are floating around as well.  Frankie boy got overheated at my question.  I wondered why.” He showed Abby his phone with the article and the photos.  Photos of Frank hugging Susan and then kissing her cheek.  

Abby looked at Frank, who was a little pink in the cheeks. She understood; Steve had mentioned it.  There had been no one since Abby and now there was Susan. Her heart broke. He found someone better. “I’m just gonna get a drink.  Excuse me.” Abby headed to the bar but once she was out of sight, she made it to the lobby.  She found a seclude area and sat, numb.  

She let him go. She threw him away and yet, it hurt. It hurt so much that he had waited for five years for her to come back and when they met again, well, she is engaged. To his former best friend. A single tear dropped and landed on her hand.  

“Cricket?” 

Abby turned to see Frank standing at the doorway. “Go away.”  

“No, Cricket, you’re crying.”  

“Its nothing, just leave me alone.” She turned to move away but Frank stopped her.  He pulled her into his arms to hold her in place.  

“Abigail, what’s wrong?”  

Abby looked up at Frank. He never called her Abigail. “Are you with Susan?” 

“What?” 

“Is what Mike saying, true? Are you dating Susan?” 

Frank looked at her curiously. “Why do you care, Abby? You left me, remember? You’re with Mike.” 

Abby lowered her head. “I know.”  

“So, tell me, why do you care?” 

She kept her head down and just shook it a little. “I just want to make sure she’s good enough,” she lied. 

Frank quirked a smile. “Liar. Little lying Cricket. You could never lie to me sweetheart.” He chuckled and grasped her chin to tilt her head up. “Tell me.”  

“Because I need to know,” she whispered.  

Frank studied her face, seeing the deep sadness and fear of his possible answer. He sighed. “No, Cricket, I’m not dating Susan. She’s my date tonight to keep the jersey chasers away.”  

Abby was stunned. “But she’s perfect.”  

Frank gave a half smile. “Maybe for her boyfriend, Reed, but not for me. I know what perfect is and I’ll never find it again.”  

Abby stared into his eyes, the blue she was still so in love with. “I miss you, Frankie.”  

“I miss you too Cricket.” He watched the tear fall from her eye. “Don’t cry, my love,” he whispered. He wiped it away but cupped her cheek. He watched as she melted into his warmth and closed her eyes. “Open them, Cricket.” They opened and watched as he kept studying her before drifting to her lips and back. She nodded and he smiled before leaning forward and pressing his lips to her. She closed them again and gave into the kiss.  

It was exactly like she remembered. His lips were soft but demanding, gentle and yet she could feel all of the love poured into it. He slowed to break the kiss but kept his forehead on hers. “Frankie,” she whispered.  

“Abby. God, I’ve missed you.” He kissed her again, a little more urgently. Abby moaned and Frank took his chance, slipping his tongue in her mouth, tasting her again for the first time in five years. God, he missed this, he missed her. It went on for a moment before Frank remembered where he was, who he was with. He pulled back, stepping away from her.  “Fuck, Cricket, I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t be,” she shook her head. “It’s my fault.”  

“Its never your fault, gorgeous.” He ran his finger through her hair and grasped her at the nape of her neck. “Fuck, you are still so beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed her again.  

Abby lost herself. “Don’t leave me Frankie. I – I need you. I want you.”  

“I’m yours Cricket. I always have been.” He sighed. “But Mike.”  

“Let’s just keep it between us, for now, ok?” She bit her lip. “Maybe see each other when he’s out of town or at work. Just between us.”  

“Abby, you’re engaged. Sweetheart, you are with...” 

“The wrong man,” she finished. Frank looked at her, shocked. “I want to leave him Frankie. I made a mistake and I want to come... home.”  

Home. Fuck that’s all he ever wanted. He cupped her face. “I want you to come home too. But I think we should talk and work things out.  You need to break things off. But, yes, we can see each other in private, ok? I love you, Cricket.”  

“Oh Frankie, I love you too.”  She reached up to kiss him again. This time it was with a smile on both their faces. And an audience watching. 

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Old Habits

Frank Adler x reader

Chapter 4

Masterlists Chapter 3 Summary: Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don’t die. Chapter Summary: Y/n shares a shameful secret with Amanda, who encourages her to talk to Frank. At Jack and Amanda's rehearsal dinner, Frank and Y/n talk about what drive her to move to Atlanta without saying goodbye. Warnings- Angst, mentions of infidelity, mentions of miscarriage

“I want to see you. Please. ”

Reading the text, Y/n bit back an anxious grin and started typing a response, only for a hand on her shoulder to startle her into dropping the phone on the carpeted floor.. “Its just me, hun,” Amanda giggled, bending before she could to pick up the phone, “Who’s got you all smiley?” 

“No one,” Y/n giggled, trying to snatch the phone out of Amanda’s hand, only for her to pull away and quickly read the text, “Come on,”  she laughed playfully. 

“Ohh, who’s Rob?” Satisfied that she’d found a name, Amanda handed the phone over, and without responding, Y/n leaned over to where she’d set her bag down on a rounded sofa in the chic bridal boutique and slipped her phone inside. “And why didn’t you bring him- or tell me you were seeing someone?” Her friend pouted dramatically as they locked arms, heading to the adjoining room, where the seamstress was getting set up for the final dress fittings. 

She, Amanda and the rest of the bridal party had gathered at the boutique for a private session for final fittings, but at some point, Y/n had strayed away from the fray, at first to think a little and then to check her phone. It hadn’t hit her until they’d gotten there that morning, she’d never gotten that close to her own wedding- by the time they were within days of the date, everything had been canceled and she’d been on a plane to Georgia.  “Its….new,” Y/n fibbed with a shrug. 

“Liar,” Amanda teased, bumping their hips, “I know about every first date you’ve been on since freshman year, and you’ve never gone out with a ‘Rob’, tell me what’s going on.”

Y/n hummed as they entered the back room, through pale pink sheer curtains,  where fittings were done. Most of the dresses were still in their garment bags hung on a metal rack against the wall, near the changing rooms. “There’s nothing to tell, its nothing,” she stressed, hoping they could drop the topic- she didn’t need, or want, to be lectured on morals or ethics.

“Okay, this is the first person you’ve dated since Frank….and the baby, it’s something,” Amanda sighed, her tone dropping to a more somber one, “Look, I don’t want to pressure you, but I know you hun, and if you feel like you need to hide this guy, then it just makes me feel like something's going on.”

Sighing heavily, she glanced down at her feet, clad in beachy sandals. “He’s….a doctor,” Amanda emitted a sound of intrigue, “A little older,” another sound of quiet intrigue, “And here’s the worst part,” Y/n cringed, “He’s married? Well, separated……but not legally.” Or permanently. 

Rob and his wife had habit of taking 'breaks' every few months, but they always made up and Y/n knew it didn't justify what they were doing.

“What?” They stopped suddenly, turning to face each other, “Married? What the fuck, Y/n?” Amanda whisper-yelled, careful to not call any attention from their friends.

“I know, its bad,” Y/n cringed, the weight of shame causing her to avert her gaze, “He and his wife haven’t been on the best terms and I know that doesn’t excuse any of it, but…its just…it happened,” she shook her shoulders. 

“It happened?” Amanda repeated incredulously, “A married guy? This is so not like you,” she frowned, “And you know these things never work out,” she reasoned as her expression deepened.

“I do,” Y/n sighed, “I keep telling myself that I’m gonna break it off, but I just….haven’t.” 

Amanda didn’t respond immediately, pausing to think for a while before bluntly asking, “Is this because of Frank?” 

“What?” Y/n scoffed, not willing to even try to put together what Amanda was saying, “This has nothing to do with Frank.”

Knitting her brows, Amanda put her hands on Y/n’s forearms, “I love you, and you know I wouldn’t purposely upset you,” she began and that was how Y/n knew that she was definitely going to be upset, “But maybe this has everything to do with Frank, I mean, figures that your first relationship after him is something that definitely isn’t permanent,” when Y/n didn’t try to interject Amanda continued, keeping her words in a low, private tone, “You were getting married, and now you’re with a man who's probably never gonna take that step with you. Do you even have any kind of feelings him? You know, the kind of feelings that don't involve sex.”

Blinking quickly, Y/n glanced towards where their friends were standing and tried to blink tears away. “No,” she sniffled softly, “I guess I just…..”

“Wanted to fill a space?” Licking her lips, Y/n nodded quickly, “Have you thought that maybe you’re not as over everything as you thought?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, Y/n swiped at her cheeks. It hurt to accept, and it stung even more to confess out loud, “I’m not.” Her voice broke and an avalanche of emotion crashed down on her. She should have known that going to the wedding would have meant salting wounds that she never worked on closing, but ignorance had been so blissful and pretending to not miss him was so much easier than trying to go back. Y/n didn’t even think she knew how to go back, especially now that Frank had a girlfriend. 

“Come here,” Amanda pulled her in, arms going around her back in a warm, comforting hug. “We’ll figure this out, promise,” she breathed into Y/n’s hair, though, they weren’t words that she necessarily believed, how could they figure it out when he’d already moved on and she’d spent every interaction with him trying to prove that she had to?

Somehow, he and Bonnie had managed to patch things up, and while it was mostly thanks to Jack’s advice, Frank was not going to tell him that. They’d both apologized though, him for not telling her about Y/n and their engagement, and her for reacting the way she had. Things hadn’t gone back to the way they were before but they were good again, which was still pretty big considering their fight had only happened barely two nights ago. 

Frank also hadn’t seen Y/n since then, not when he’d headed up after drinks with Jack, not all day or night on Friday and not at any time during the day on Saturday- and it wasn’t like he hadn’t been, very discreetly, looking out for her. He didn’t want much, just a chance to apologize for what had happened at the bar. Even if it wasn’t his fault, Frank still felt bad about her having to go through that. He knew for certain that she’d be at the rehearsal dinner though, and while it obviously wasn’t ideal, he was hoping to get a few minutes alone with her.

What Frank was not expecting was for Amanda and Jack’s wedding planner to inform him that he’d have to walk down the aisle with Y/n during the procession. According to the planner though, if groomsmen and bridesmaids were going down the aisle together, it made sense; the maid of honor and the best man, how else would it go?

Of course, he'd never been to a wedding where it happened like that, but it probably wasn't his business.

He really thought it was some sort of cruel irony; finally making it down the aisle with her- at someone else's wedding. 

“I didn’t know they were gonna do this,” he blurted out awkwardly when Y/n finally linked her arm with his after a moment of visible hesitation. 

“Oh,” she huffed nervously, shaking her head, “Its okay, neither did I.” They were lined up behind Jessica, who’d apologized profusely for what had happened on Thursday, and one of the groomsmen, and a few feet in front of the ring bearer and flower girls, followed by Amanda and her father, who’d naturally be the last to walk down the sand dusted, wooden aisle. The area wasn’t fully decorated yet, but the arch where Jack, Amanda and the officiant were supposed to stand was already there. 

Frank smiled faintly, “I also wanted to apologize,” she threw him a curious look, “For….what happened the other night,” he dropped his tone, in hopes that no one else would hear him. 

“That wasn’t your fault,” Y/n frowned, “And I’m not mad at you, at all. None of this was your fault,” there was something about the way she said it that made Frank think she was trying to cover something else with her words, and while he suspected what it was, he didn’t want to put her on the spot by asking. 

Nodding subtly, he held her gaze, “I know.” The music was just starting and the planner had just given the cue for the first pair to head down the aisle, and quietly, Frank felt compelled to add, “It wasn’t your fault either.”

Y/n hesitated, “It is my fault, some of it,” her mournful tone coupled with the way she looked as she shifted her gaze away from his pulled at Frank’s heart, and if they were alone, he would have told her everything; that he wasn’t mad anymore, that he’d go back to the way things were in a heartbeat if she wanted that too. But she didn’t, he didn’t think she did. “I shouldn’t have left the way I did, it wasn’t fair to you or Mary. And I get it if you're mad and if that means nothing.”

“I’m not mad,” he kept his tone as low as hers, glancing at the pair before Jessica and another groomsman set off. 

“You’re not?” She gasped, head snapping up again, “Do you think-” Before she could finish, the wedding planner was snapping manicured fingers in front of their faces, scolding them for not following their cue and then urging them down the aisle. 

“Do I think what?” He mumbled as quietly as possible, hoping to not draw any more attention than necessary, especially as they passed Bonnie standing among the partners of the rest of the wedding party. Though she'd promised that she was okay with him and  Y/n walking together, he could tell she hadn’t been pleased and was going along with it for the sake of avoiding drama. Still Frank was grateful that she was choosing to not turn it into a thing. 

“Nothing,” Y/n dismissed, flicking her thumb against the edge of a plastic ribbon holding her practice bouquet together, “Let’s just get through this.”

Frustrated, and curious about what she was going to say, he discreetly asked, “Can we talk later?” 

They were about to separate, Y/n was already unlinking her arm from his and she stuttered, “Uh….sure, okay,” as he walked to Jack’s side while she moved next to where Amanda would be, he turned around and found that she’d done that same, flashing him a faint, awkward smile. 

After the rehearsal was through, everyone had headed back to the hotel’s restaurant where dinner was being served. Most of the wedding party and their partners had left pretty early in anticipation of a long day, but Frank had stuck around with Bonnie, hanging out with a couple old friends and hoping to catch Y/n alone for a few minutes. He was still thinking about their incomplete conversation from earlier and couldn’t shake the feeling that they might have gotten interrupted when she was about to say something important. But she’d been scarce since they’d gotten to the restaurant, and even when he did see her, she’d seemed so busy. 

By the time Bonnie had asked him if he was ready to head up for the third time, Frank was running out of excuses, their group was running out of people and Y/n was still out of sight. It was starting to feel like she was avoiding him again, he was starting to wonder if she actually was. At some point, he’d also managed to convince himself that he’d misread things earlier; maybe whatever she had to say wasn’t that important and she’d just forgotten. 

Had she also forgotten that she agreed that they agreed to talk after the rehearsal?  

Strapped for yet another excuse to prolong their stay, Frank excused himself while rattling off a lie about wanting to ask Jack something about where they’d be getting ready. In actuality, he had completely disregarded Jack, who was off in a corner with Amanda, saying goodbye for the night, and instead headed to where he’d glimpsed Y/n talking to Allison, the planner earlier. They were still together when he spotted her again, and standing a few feet away from the pair, he waited. 

Frank watched as she and Allison wrapped up their conversation, and before they parted, Allison pointed in his direction and he saw Y/n nod. “Hey,” she smiled wearily, approaching him, “I know I said we could talk earlier, I didn’t forget, its just Mandy wanted me to make sure that the hair and make-up team were confirmed for tomorrow, but then we couldn’t get any of them on the phone…..it was a whole thing,” she gestured elaborately. With a shake of her head and a smile, she relaxed her shoulders, “So, what’s up? What’d you wanna talk about?”

“I was just uh….” Taken aback upon realizing that she probably really had forgotten about what she was saying back at the rehearsal, he rubbed the back of his neck, and trailed off.  He couldn’t believe it; he spent all evening wondering what she was going to say, only for her to forget, or simply change her mind. “Thinking about what you were saying earlier.”

“About me leaving?” She furrowed her brows and swallowed thickly, “I meant it when I said I was sorry-”

“Not…” Shaking his head, Frank threaded his fingers through his hair before raking them through his scuffle, disappointed that he couldn’t seem to siphon it out of her- recreate the moment that had seemed to buzz with possibility. “Actually, can we talk about that?” He just needed to know why she’d left the way she had, if he didn’t, it would probably stick with him.

Y/n nodded, leading him to a quieter part of the restaurant, near a window, “Sure of course,” fiddling with her fingers, she cast her head down and add meekly, “I guess you wanna know why I stopped returning your calls and... you know....”

"Left town without saying anything," Licking his lips, Frank nodded, “Yeah,” he sighed, “It’s just….” He huffed, feeling on one hand that it was childish to still desire a reason while knowing for sure on the other that he deserved one. Mary even more so. “Why? Why like that?”

“It wasn’t you-”

“You keep saying that,” he cut her off hastily, “It wasn’t me but you left because looking at me hurt? It wasn’t me but just when I think we’re getting back on track you start ducking my calls and skip town? If it wasn’t me then what was it? And don’t say it was you- I deserve better than that.”

He might not have been mad, but it did still hurt.

Gnawing on her lip, she nodded. “You’re right. I left because….I didn’t know how else to deal with it. I looked at you, and I saw him....or maybe, what I wanted for him," she bent her heard and took a moment before continuing. "And then after the funeral, it felt like you were moving  on and I was still…..stuck. Even after I moved out, and a couple months had passed, it still didn’t feel any better than the night we found out. I still wanted our baby,” her voice cracked and Frank felt his heart pull,  “It was just…..infuriating to think that you could move on so fast. But at the same time, I kind of wanted that too- I just wanted it to be over; the grief, the anger. But it couldn't be over if everything around me was a reminder of what we didn’t have, so when I got that job offer, it was a chance to try to move forward.”

“Did it help?” A stiff, simple nod was enough to sting, though, it wasn’t as bad as he imagined it would be. On the contrary, Frank was pleased to hear that she'd found some peace, even if it wasn’t with him. “And for the record, I wasn’t moving on, I was just….learning to live with how much it hurt, but I think about Nicolas everyday. Back then…..it was like….it came in waves. Every time I thought the worst of it was over, the littlest thing would happen and it would just hit me all over again,” her empty space in their bed, a stuffed toy that Mary had had since she was a baby, a father in the grocery store with his own baby. “I still wanted our baby too,” he disclosed, fighting the urge to take her hand- seek comfort in her touch. 

It took a while before she responded, but when she finally did, Y/n’s gaze was still trained towards the window, looking past their transparent reflections and out towards the darkened, sprawling beach, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

“You don't have to apologize,” Frank hummed- at least he knew. They were quiet for a while, though the silence was comfortable and Frank was only vaguely aware of the fact that Bonnie was still waiting for him. He wasn't ready to leave Y/n and he was still especially consumed by what she hadn't said- that pesky little half finished question from earlier. Maybe he should just get it over with and ask her. "What were you-"

"We should-" They both spoke up at the same time, stopping short when they realized they were interrupting. 

“You go first,” Frank encouraged, secretly hoping she’d suddenly remembered without him asking, 

“Oh, I was just gonna say that maybe we should head up. Bonnie’s probably waiting for you and we both have to be up early tomorrow.”

Just like that, Frank felt his heart plummet to his feet and the disappointment set in quickly. There was no way he could ask her about earlier that evening now, not without making things weird. “Right, right,” nodding, he managed in halfhearted grin and started turning away, “‘Night, Y/n.”

As Y/n offered her shy wave, he could have sworn her smile faltered, but tried to not read too much into it, “Goodnight, Frank.”

*****

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[codstatic]

Part 4-Don't play with fire

They stand up quickly blushing, awhile woods and Mason stand there grinning widely. They come closer to Lily and Adler.

Woods puts his hand around Adler shoulder with a grin "I heard you and Hudson, had a fight" he says. Awhile Mason has his hand over lily's shoulder "and I also heard that you two love each other" Mason says.

Adler look at them both, with a cold stare "do you two have anything to do, instead of bothering us"

"Nope, we don't" they say at the time. Lily puts her hands onto her face blushing hard. Mason notices that she is blushing "so what were you guys discussing" Mason asks smiling "none you're business mason" Adler says with a angry tone.

"chill out adler, we be going now, we just want to tease you guys, but uh put a bandaid on you're nose its bleeding" Mason says as he grabs woods "come on frank, let's leave them alone" but woods sighs "fine" as he walks with mason to lily door and closes it behind them.

They leave, lily was still blushing hard but removed her hands off her face.

Adler goes to her and comforts her by patting her head softly "let's go outside of the safe house to have fresh air" he requests. Lily looks at him and nods.

When they starts walking to her door, lily stops Adler "what darling" the word darling made her face even redder "uhh can at least put something on that" she points to his wound on his nose. He nods and takes out a bandaid out his pocket "you telling me you got in a fight and get hurt, and you just have a bandaid in you're pocket" lily says.

Adler grins "you can say I'm a magician, I can make things appear and disappear" he says with a smug look. He puts the bandaid on.

"if you're a magician appear some red roses" she says with a smirk "ok I'm not a magician, but I can get you roses" Adler says as they walk out her room to the front door of the safehouse. Lily chuckles lightly.

they sit down on the grass, it was summer in Berlin and it was a less windy night. They watch the stars "what we gonna do Adler, Hudson knows that we have a love interest with each other" lily says worried. Adler just grins "he won't do nothing, I told him if he touch or yell at you I will kick his ass"

Lily blushed "oh thank you I guess" as she smiles. Adler was different man, then when he was back when he would brainwash her. But something was still bugging lily why her, he has a ex wife and middle age he would be not looking for a relationship so why, she was 36 years old woman, a firecracker, shy, with a trouble past, dealing with trust issues, but caring, sweet, loving so why did Adler love her, she loves him too but scared at the same time because her ex boyfriend will beat her, cheats on her, and leaving her with so emotion trauma and with trust issues.

So even time Adler or someone in the safehouse hug her or yell at her , lily would be get scared and try to get away from the person. But comforting her with hugs it feels nice but she doesn't know to approach it so she just hides. Adler notices that she is little bit away from him on the grass "what's wrong lily" she doesn't say anything, he puts his hand on hers "lily, tell me what's wrong please" she still not saying anything and not looking at him.

Adler softly grabs her chin to make her looks at her, she looks at him with fear and Adler notices this.

-flashback-

"LOOK AT ME WHEN IM TELLING YOU" as her ex grabbing her chin roughy, with tears steaming down her cheeks "please stop"she says. But he just slaps her knocking her on the ground. The sobs of lily made him grin widely "you know lily seeing you like this, makes me feel very happy" he says with a dark laugh.

She on the ground whimpering and crying. She crawls away but stop by a foot on he's back stopping her. He smirks "now where you going, I'm not done with you" he grabs her neck collar behind her head, pulling her aggressively, making her have hard time to breath. He bends down to her ear awhile grabbing a near by table to grab a knife, putting it on her neck "you will listen to me, if you don't I will slit you're throat, do you understand" he says lowly, she quickly nods "good" he says dropping her on the ground.

-end the flashback-

"lily please tell me what's wrong, you can tell me anything, please darling" Adler pleads. Lily goes into Adler chest crying. Adler hugs her tightly and starts rubbing her back calming her down "my ex.. would do things to me that damage me, he would beat me, call me names, cheat on me and h-" she was stop by a pair lips on hers, she flutters her eyes closed, melting from the touch. They open there eyes, their foreheads touch each other "I won't never do that to you, I love you lily, I care about you, what he did was disgusting and I hope his ass is in jail and never gets out, you're safe lily" he says kissing her forehead.

Adler wipes her tears "you're pretty, cute,caring,loving person lily" he says by removing his shades. Now his ocean blue eyes was looking at hers sapphire ones.

Lily smiles "I love you Russell" she says hugging him "and I love you lily" he hugs her back.

"it's getting late, let's go in" he stands up with lily in his hand grinning, she stands up with a smile and they start walking to the safehouse.

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[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2022

Day Eleven: Erotic Photos

Frank Woods x Russell Adler

This is NSFW, Minors DNI.

Thank you.

“Then we’re all good, ready and waiting on Hudson.” Adler sighed on the other end of the phone. “As usual.”

Woods chuckled, glancing towards the window to make sure Mason was still outside, before withdrawing closer into the corner, lowering his voice when he continued speaking. “Yeah, and one more thing. I left something nice for you in the safehouse.”

“What?” Adler groaned. “You better have not put Lazar or Bell up to some bullshit again-”

“No, no.” Woods laughed. “You’ll enjoy them, promise.”

“Okay, fine.” Adler sighed. “You going to tell me what it is, or do I have to go on a scavenger hunt?”

“It’s in one of your files, I left it under the radio.”

“Alright.”

Adler went quiet as he went to find the file. Woods clutched the phone tighter, waiting and listening with bated breath, before Adler’s voice exploded from the silence.

“Jesus christ Woods, what the fuck?!”

Woods grinned, waiting to talk as he heard Adler put the phone down, the rustling of him hurriedly gathering the photos up just about coming through the line.

“Woods- What? Why?” Adler was still stunned when he came back to the phone after a few minutes.

“So you like ‘em?”

“Of course I do…” Adler’s voice trailed off. “God, your ass looks great.”

“Are you hard?”

“Yes, Frank, I’m fucking hard.” Adler grumbled, lowering his voice as he walked to somewhere private, Woods assumed.

“Good.”

“Was this your plan? To get me hard from a few thousand miles away?”

“Might have crossed my mind.” Woods winced, moving the phone away from his ear as the wrenching of a metal door closing came through loud and clear, coming back to Adler on a small rant.

“... you wanted to maybe get me hard in front of the others? If I’d not been alone just now-”

“Not my fault you pop a boner just from my ass.”

“You know damn well- Jesus, Frank, these photos are not just of your ass.”

“I thought I’d give you the full catalogue. You might need a variety of entertainment.”

All he got in response was Adler’s heavy exhale.

“You touching yourself?”

“Yes.” Adler grunted. “You weren’t worried about someone else finding them?”

“Meh.” Woods shrugged, checking over his shoulder as Mason started to pace outside, still on the phone himself. “I wouldn’t mind honestly. I’ve got a lot of love to give.”

“I mind!” Adler caught his shout, lowering his voice again. “I’m disinclined to be sharing your ass. I’m going to have to set you straight when you get back here.”

“What’re you going to do to me?”

Adler sighed. “Probably shouldn’t tell you. Don’t want to ruin a surprise. I am going to mark you up, though. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Going to bite me, bruise me?”

“That, and more. Maybe find you a-”

“That sounds great, Adler.” Woods cut him off as Mason opened the door to the room, chucking his phone onto one of the beds. “You enjoy yourself now.”

“Woods, don’t you fucking-” Adler’s voice was cut off as Woods hung up, glancing at Mason.

“What’d Hudson have to say?”

“Something about not doing anything stupid until he gets here. Dunno what’s up his ass right now. How’s Adler?”

“He’s doing alright.”

A few thousand miles away, Adler was panting, having just come across his own hand, the photos of Woods scattered randomly across the table before him. He took a closer look at the array, swallowing at one where Woods was on his knees, mouth open and ready to take Adler’s cock; another where Woods was face down on the bed, presenting his ass up.

Adler shook his head. He’d have to set aside some time to go through all of them - after he’d devised a punishment for Frank, of course.

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[foreversecrets]

Bloody Hands

Rogers Family Expansion

Paring: Ari x Blair

Summary: His wife is pulling away but not only is she distant, she's afraid and Ari is determined to prove she has him and his entire family on her size.

Ari was eager to get home to his wife, she’d been a little AFK today even when the two had met up for an exchange of product for her and her team to distribute. She���d seemed more paranoid than usual, looking over her shoulder and rushing to get away from either the location of him, he wasn’t sure. But she couldn’t escape him at home, at least that’s what he thought when he entered his shared studio apartment he found his wife packing a suitcase and an open backpack full of cash. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

“I have to go.” Blair said, not stopping her actions. “They’ve hired Detective Benoit Blanc, he’ll put me away for life.”

“Bunny, no one is going to take you from me.” Ari promised, taking his wife’s hands to stop her packing. “Andy is the ADA, he won’t let anything bad happen to anyone in the family.”

“You don’t understand,” she was becoming hysterical. “I killed someone.”

🍷

Ari was pacing around Steve’s dining room as the rest of his brothers gathered for the emergency meeting Ari’d called. He’d dropped Blair off at the Adler’s and picked Frank up at the time, trusting Daphne to take off Blair and make sure she didn’t run. When bleary eyed Frank and Ari arrived Steve who was just as exhausted due to Williams inability to sleep through the whole night but with this emergency Steve passed his duties onto Annie. One by one the brothers arrived until Ransom arrived last, the twin strapped into their double decker stroller. His reasoning being Victoria had her yearly review tomorrow and couldn’t be exhausted, the care and softness so easily coming out reminded the brothers of the positive effects of love/marriage. The brothers waited for Ari to explain what was going on but Ari's eyes were locked on Sophie and Penny, not wanting to have this conversation with his innocent nieces present. 

“Ran, let's set the girls up in the guestroom.” Steve supported taking the sleeping Penny from the stroller, Ran grabbed the half awake-half asleep Sophie and the two went to settle the toddlers. 

When they returned information just spewed from Ari, “Detective Benoit Blanc is in town investigating the death of Walt Thrombey.” 

All eyes turned to Ransom. “I didn’t do it!” Ransom threw his hands up as if to defend himself. “I hated that prick but he died of alcohol poisoning.”

“It wasn’t you,” Ari sighs plopping into the chair, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “It was Blair.” Silence follows for a few moments as they all process, the Ari noted that Lloyd doesn’t seem surprised by this news. He squints at his brother wondering if she already knew. “Walt was the dealer who supplied and ultimately killed Blair's father. But the debt her father owed just transferred onto Blair, when Walt came to collect, he took Blair under his wings, showed her the ropes and …” Ari sucked in a breath, his anger causing his body to shake.

“He molested her,” Ransom whispered. “He used to brag to my stepdad about forcing a teen into sex. The time line adds up, I never …. Really …”

Ari nodded his head at Ransom, thankful for him saying the words he couldn’t. “Blair eventually snapped. Walt did die of alcohol poisoning but it wasn’t accidental.” The brothers filed in the blanks not wanting to add to the turmoil of Ari’s situation. 

“I have a meeting scheduled Monday morning with my boss and Blanc.” Andy said, putting the final nail in the coffin.

“My grandfather,” Ransom concluded. “He has the means to afford Blanc and he was never convinced Walt would be stupid enough to drink himself to death. Everyone else, even his widow, believed it.” Ransom bit his bottom lip before smiling at Ari. “Blair is officially my favorite person.”

“Ransom this isn’t funny! Blair could go to prison.” Curtis snapped. 

“If Blanc is involved, I won’t be able to stack the case. I’ll have to put her away.” Andy confessed. 

“So we find out what he knows in Andy’s meeting. From there we either find a scapegoat or we make the evidence solid.” Steve stated firmly. 

“Blair is family,” Frank smiled reassuringly to Ari. “We protect our family.”

“We’ve been in tougher spots and came out on top.” Curtis reassures. 

Ari’s heart filled with affection at the brotherly compassion, they’d protect Blair just as fiercely as they’d protect one another. Ari finally relaxes and confesses to his brother his fears.

“I’m starting to feel like someone is trying to tear our families apart.”

“To be fair, most of our marital problems have been due to male ego and stupidity.” Frank smirked. “Thankfully we’ve chosen women who aren’t easily spurned.”

“I’m going to head out, rest up to prepare for Monday.” 

Andy says his goodbyes, the brothers trickling out until only Steve, Ari, Frank, and Lloyd remain. Ari stops Lloyd on his way out to confront him about his suspicion. 

“I knew,” Lloyd confirms. “Back when we were still unsure about her and I found out about her stealing from us-”

“What?!” Steve snaps, all these years and only Blair, Ari, and Lloyd had known about Blair’s thieving towards the family. But he is ignored.

“-I found out about her association with Thrombey and confronted her.”

“And you never told us!” Ari growled.

“I tortured her,” Lloyd said remorsefully. “I tortured her thinking she was working for them! When I got her confession I let her go, she told everyone she was jumped-a deal gone wrong and then you two started fucking.”

“Why keep it a secret?” Frank asked. 

“Because I nearly killed her and she fucking covered for me and soon enough she joined our family. We vowed to move past it and never talk about it again.”

“Any other secrets you’re hiding?” Steve growls, frustrated by the new information. 

“Your wife hates breastfeeding so she’d been pretending to pump but she’s actually been giving William formula.”

“Jesus!” Frank laughed. “Are you holding secrets for all our wives?”

“Lloyd smirked. “You know how Curtis claims to hate sour cream? Chloe hides it in as much food as she can. Let’s see what else …” Lloyd’s smirked grew. “Daphne has been secretly putting money into your wallet to pay you back for taking care of her after her divorce. Tori sold the lake house back to her brother but still uses it to threaten Ransom into behaving. Aria keeps it away from Andy but her designer frequently sees her naked during preps and costume changes. Who am I missing?” Lloyd pondered as his brothers stared at him baffled. “Deli secretly has Max enrolled into daycare for those days when she just needs a break and gives herself a spa day.”

“What the actual fuck?” Ari breathed.

“Oh! And my wife doesn’t think I know about her secret bank account but I’ve been putting $5.00 in quarterly to fuck with her. She hasn’t caught on.”

“At least they are harmless secrets, well apart from Blair.” Steve rubbed his neck.

“I’m more surprised they all confided in Lloyd.” Frank shook his head.

“Oh, only Blair and Chloe told me their secrets, all the others don’t even know that I know.” the brothers stared at Lloyd. “I’m very good at what I do.”

With that Lloyd departed Frank and Ari not long after. If Lloyd had told them sooner about Blair, maybe they could have got ahead of the situation but then again maybe not.

Monday night found the families regrouping for dinner, the kids being watched by Tori, Deli, and Daff while everyone else discussed what Andy learned. 

“Blanc isn’t in New York for this case, apparently he worked with Boston PD and determined without a doubt Walt drank himself to death.” Blair sagged in her seat, relief flooding her features. “Don’t celebrate yet. He’s in Newy looking into the disappearance of Alexander Pierce on behalf of NYPD who have discovered concrete evidence that he was the mastermind of the Rumlow Ring.”

“Well that’s an easy fix, Governor Fury owes us a favor. We cash it in and hand Pierce over.” Curtis said matter of factly.

“Pierce is a little bitch, he’ll try to take us down with him.” Lloyd stated.

“Not if I remove his tongue!” Jewels offered enthusiastically.

“No, Princess.” Lloyd sighed in disappointment but his barely concealed smile and the gentle rub on her back he gave, he was amused by his wife.

“I could help,” Chloe popped up. “I can say he abducted me again to clean up loose ends and Curtis-”

“Sugar, I love that you wanna help but you’re a terrible liar.”

“We’ll figure it out, for now let’s enjoy the evening.” Steve smiled, pulling Annie into his lap after she set the last tray of food out. She swatted his chest but her cheeks reddened at his advances. 

The massive family dug into their meal, the evening ending with a massive game of hide and seek that had become Mary’s favorite game. The stressors of their lives pushed away because the jovial nature of family distracted everyone. 

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[worksby-d]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐲

Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: Stargazing date with Frank 💫

Warnings: Implied age gap perhaps just because Reader teases him for not knowing what TikTok is hehe but otherwise, none!

Word count: ~500

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His passionate ramblings about the night sky above you go in one ear and out the other, quite frankly. But nevertheless, you could listen to his voice all night, regardless of whether you understand a word that's coming out of his mouth.

“You're so smart.” Your sigh cuts him off, and you turn onto your side to face him, propping your head up with your hand.

The sky is just bright enough, you can see him subtly roll his eyes. “Are you making fun of me, sweetheart?”

“Of course not.” Your hand resting on his chest moves to his cheek, gently turning his face toward yours so you can give him a quick kiss. “At least not for talking about space,” you shrug. “You seriously don't know what TikTok is though?”

“And we're back to that,” he breathes out, playfully pulling your hand away from his face.

When you pulled up earlier to what looks like a small glass igloo in the middle of the woods, completely furnished like a hotel room, you had to explain to him how you even found out about the place. He grasped that it’s an Airbnb, but the fact you saw a 20-second video about stargazing bubbles from a stranger, and that's how you got the idea, went completely over his head.

“Mary’s really never showed you TikTok?”

“I don't know,” he chuckles. “She could have. She talks a lot, it's hard to keep up.”

“Oh, really,” you scoff, resting your head on his chest, both of you looking back up at the sky. “Just like someone else I know.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I'll be quiet.”

“I'm teasing,” you promise, hugging him tighter. You like this side of him, actually relaxed and excited about something. “Keep talking. I want to hear more about Cass… Cassette… What did you call it?”

“Cassiopeia,” he laughs. “No, why don't you name a constellation now, and I'll see if I have any fun facts about one you're actually interested in.”

“Bold of you to assume I can name one,” you joke. Scanning the sky though, you're able to make out a classic spoon shape. “Oh, the Big Dipper.”

“Ah, good try, honey–”

Not letting him even finish, you let out a laugh of disbelief. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Calm down,” he chuckles, taking your hand in his to point toward the sky with you. “That’s an asterism. It’s just a prominent part of a larger constellation.” He guides your finger to point at the other stars that make it up. “Ursa Major. It looks like a bear.”

“Nerd,” you huff, taking your hand back. Closing your eyes, you snuggle closer to him, nestling your face against his chest. “Doesn't even look like a bear.”

“I love you,” he can't help but laugh, hugging his arms around you. “Even though you just disrespected me and one of the most well-known constellations.”

“Whatever.” He can feel your cheek squish against his chest though, you failing to suppress your smile. “I love you, too.”

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[wfanfic56]

Goodbye rose | Woods x Bell!Reader

It wasn't easy for him to look at the grave of someone he loved. A grave that was only known to the closest ones, and those closest ones were Mason and him.

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Woods and Adler found them heavily wounded. And when they patched them up and interrogated, Woods knew they didn't want to cooperate and that's what he knew, but why did they started cooperate after being that tough, Woods didn't know.

He was told to take an eye on them, just for the safety. They were even on few missions together, and they were perfectly synchronized, like they were one. Frank started loving that from the first day and he started having crush on them, and that crush slowly started to grow into love towards Bell.

"Hey Bell, you're looking great today." - "Watch yourself kid! Don't be so reckless, there are people who care for you." - "It suits you Bell." and sometimes when he's frustrated like he was on a mission he sometimes tells them to keep their mouth shut - "Not a fucking word Bell."

Yes, for Woods, they were wonderful and he didn't care for their past, but yet, Adler did care. And because of his obsession for hunting Perseus down, he started doing sick experiments from the day they have found Bell, or that's what he called them. Park, Hudson, Sims, Lazar and Adler knew about those experiments. Why didn't they told about it to Mason and Woods?

Well they knew even if it was good for them, Mason and Woods wouldn't tolerate abusing with experiments on anyone. They never done that in their career, only Mason went through it, and Woods had rough time with Mason because of that.

After the mission on Solovatsky, Frank noticed that Adler came back without Bell, and it gave him an alarm in his head. Before they went back, he ran away to the place where Adler and Bell went together only to see her shot in head near the cliff.

"No..no, no,no Bell, hey, don't leave me." there was no response, no chance of survival even if Woods was hoping for that 1 of a 1.000.000 for surviving the shot, but nothing. He promised himself that he would come back with Mason and dig them a grave worthy of a human being and he left their body laying there.

When they came back to safehouse and when he saw so many reports and writings for sick experiments that were done on Bell, he felt anger, madness and he was known that he can't control his temper.

"You son of a bitch!! What have you done?!!! You should've done that. They were humans like we are, they have deserved better than anyone else!!!" Frank said it while Alex was trying to separate him from hitting Adler with a bat. "I cared, Mason cares!!! So why did you killed her?!!!

"Frank enough!!!" Alex separated him from Adler and took his bat from him. Woods couldn't watch anymore so he went to his room. Everyone were looking at Adler who barely stood up from the ground after Woods has beaten him. He would say so many things to Woods but it would only get worse, so he just stayed back from him.

Park, however, wanted to check on Frank so she slowly knocked on his door. While she was waiting, she heard gasps and crying, and she couldn't believe that Frank, even if he's stone from the outside, he is soft and cares about people. When he opened the door, tears were falling over already tear-stained cheeks.

"Frank..I"

"Don't need it. This would be our last day together. I'm going on retirement." And he picked his bags and left the safehouse for good.

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Month has passed and he came back to Solovatsky, back to that cliff. And still, they were there laying intact. He's eyes once again were filled with tears. How could someone kill a person who saved your life so many times? And the answer was always the same, only monsters could.

He finished digging their grave and when he put them in, he put with them their notebook they always carried with themselves, and covered them by the same dirt he digged. After that, he put the sign he made at home on their grave. He didn't know anything about them, not even their last name, so he compromised.

1947-1981

"Here lies Bell Woods who was known for bravery and who was willing to sacrifice their life for others."

"Goodbye little rose. I wish I was the one laying here instead of you. You had more will for life than I have, but you protected who you wanted, and one of those people is me. Thank you for that, and I wish we could have lived our lives together. I need to go back home, but wherever I go now, it feels empty without you." And Woods stood up leaving their grave with rose on it for the rest of his life. It didn't take long, maybe 6 months before he passed away from a broken heart.

Story request by: @lifeisnotreality

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[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 6

Summary:  it is finally over

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, somnophilia, dub con, creampie, slight breeding kink, attempted forced pregnancy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.7K

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Series Masterlist

“Clyde!” Your nearly full grown puppy comes running up the hill towards the house, his tail wagging and tongue hanging out as he slows to stop in front of you. Lifting his paws up to your chest, and you give him his favorite ear tickles. “Where’s daddy?”

Clyde let’s out a long howl, turning back towards where he had come from. “Where’s your daddy?” You see Frank’s truck driving up the long driveway, head hanging out the window when he calls Clyde a traitor for leaving him. “You know I’m the favorite!”

Frank yanks his truck into park when he jumps out, stomping towards you, and Clyde gives him a playful growl. Standing in front of your body ready to pounce should Frank attack. “How was the farm?”

“Boring. It’s not exciting at all. The same ole same ole,” you could see the distance in his eyes every time he talked about the farm. You feel almost guilty for asking him to take some time off with the rodeo. He just put everything into the rodeo, and nothing into your life.

“So I was thinking about the upstairs to the house.”

“Bunny, I just got off work. I really don’t want to talk about the house,” too much of the house was left unfinished. His mind was always elsewhere. You had told him it was a bad idea to move in before completing it. Now you were afraid it would never get finished.

“Okay, then can we decide on a trim? We still have no baseboards,” Frank growls, walking up the porch steps, and into the house. Plopping down on the couch with his dirty clothes and boots still on. You would let this slide. This time.

“Frank, this is why I didn’t want to move in.”

“I’m tired, Bunny,” he deadpans, positioning his hat over his eyes.

“So, I don’t get tired working in a doctor’s office? Doing all the work while the doctor gets the credit.”

“At least you see new people. I see fucking cows and cow shit all fucking day long. I see my dad. I do the same damn thing all damn day long. I’m out in the sun. I’m out in the cold,” you didn’t want this fight again. You wanted to discuss the additional add ons to the house because you had someone coming in next week to actually do them.

“And you are walking away,” Frank stands up, and you just know he’s tracking dirt through the house. The floors you had mopped as soon as you came home now filthy from him. “Bunny, do you even hear what I have to say?”

“Yeah, and you sure do want to say them all the time. And can you please take off your boots and dirty clothes,” standing at the door of the kitchen, Frank removes his boots. Slowly taking off every inch of clothing he has, even his underwear drift to the floor before he drops that old sweaty Boston Red Sox hat leaving him with hat hair, and nothing else.

“Okay, you made your point,” he walks closer to you, dick swinging when he wraps his arms around your waist. “You always result in fucking when we fight.”

“Because me pounding into your cunt is the best way to shut you up.”

“Wow,” you push his hands off your body, not wanting another fight, but that was a low blow.

“Buns, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then please explain to me how you meant it. Because to me, it sounds like I’m only good when you’re fucking me. Like I’m this burden to you. You can’t even come home and have a normal conversation about our home when we have a contractor coming in five days. I don’t want to fight, I want this house completed. But no, you take me wanting to know what your opinions are on our home as I’m fighting with you, and then you try and turn me on by pulling your cock out and telling me the only way I shut up is if you’re fucking me. Sounds like you don’t care about what I think. I want to talk.”

“And I want to fuck. I’m surrounded by men and livestock all day. Fuck. Talk. Stop arguing,” you shake your head no, trying walk away when he pulls you to him. Placing your hand over his cock while he guides you to palm him. “It’s already getting harder.”

“Fuck. And we talk about the house.”

“Fuck. Eat. Sleep.”

“Fuck. And we talk about your opinions on our home.”

“Fuck a baby in you.”

“No!” Your voice was damn near whining. The minute you had moved in it was like his breeding kink switch had been flipped on. He was relentless with telling you how he was going to fuck a baby in you.  “No kids, until this house is finished.”

“If there’s no kids, I get to go on the road,” always the damned old rodeo. It was either your cunt or the rodeo he thought of. “Buns, you feel how hard I’m getting?”

“Is it the kid talk or the rodeo talk? I feel like you would rather see Bucky and Steve than me.”

“I would rather see your cunt spread and dripping with my seed, knowing I fucked a baby right in your belly. Have you swollen with me.”

“No,” the two of stare at each other for a moment, but he never stops moving your hand over him. Getting good and hard, before he wraps your fingers around his cock, helping you fist him.

“What’s the real timeline here?”

“House finished. Married. Baby.”

“House finished. Baby. Married. You quit work, bring baby on the road with us. Childcare is expensive.”

“We’d need a bigger camper. I won’t be fucking you while our baby sleeps on the table.”

“You didn’t say no,” his hand drops from yours, and he starts undoing your pants, but you smack at his hand, “What?”

“You were about to shove your disgusting hands on my pussy. Wash them,” you point at the kitchen sink, starting to remove your own clothes. It takes you getting fully naked before he even reaches towards the sink. “Do you have a daddy kink?”

“What?” Franks questions, making sure to clean his hands extra well.

“Do you want a baby so bad because you want to hear me scream, daddy?” A cold chill runs up his back, while your hand winds down your front, stimulating yourself. Why is it that an argument made you so wet?

“Have you fucking me so good that I just gasp, ‘Yeah daddy. Harder daddy. Fuck my tight little pussy daddy. Fuck a baby in me daddy.’”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s right, fuck me,” Frank puts a leg behind you, slightly tripping you, letting you fall into his arms before he was taking the both of you to the floor. His knees push apart your thighs and in one thrust he was entering into your wet heat. “Why do you want a baby so bad?”

“So you will join me on the road. Show off your bump and everyone will know exactly who you belong to. Show them how Frank Adler owns this cunt. And then I’ll have me the best buddy. Teaching him to ride sheep so he’ll be a bull rider just like his old man,” you moan out a no, gripping tight to his ass, and he thrusts harder.

“Oh yeah, Bunny. You’re giving me cowboys. We’re going to be the sweetest traveling family. I’ll get my national champion belt. And all those buckle chasing bunnies will see who I belong to. Buns, we’re in this together.”

“What if…what if,” your back arches up off the floor, and he sucks hard on your neck. Making it damn near impossible for you to think. He seriously knew how to make you weak. But you also knew how he used sex to get what he wanted. It was a terrible cycle. “What if I don’t want you to go back.”

“You promised,” he whispers, slamming his hips into you even harder. “You promised one year off. You promised. A baby. You would quit. I could go back. Fuck, Bunny. You can’t make me stop.”

Even though you knew it was unfair to fully make him quit, and that you had promised, it terrified you to not have any income. You didn’t want to rely on Frank’s winnings for the two of you to survive, but also didn’t like that you would have to rely on Frank for everything.

“Frank. I know,” every little bit of extra money that didn’t go into the house, you had been saving. Stopped going to the coffee shop, stopped eating out, you had to give you and Frank, but mostly you, a cushion. Just in case. The rodeo was unpredictable.

“I’m sorry,” he sucks hard on your neck again as he jackhammers into your dripping cunt. Grunting about how he was going to cum in you. “Don’t,” you barely whisper. Clinging to his back as your walls constrict around him, milking his shaft of every drop of his thick cream.

“I don’t wanna wait,” he thought he was going to get the final say. Pulling himself out of you and leaning back. Spreading your used cunt, “Push it out. I’m gonna finger it back in before I get a shower,” doing what he asks for, he gets the biggest smile on his face as he plays with his cum inside of you before slapping your pussy. “I think that’s the one.”

He was a different person now. Skipping into the bathroom while he washes himself clean, and you tiptoe in the bedroom. Pulling out your panty drawer you pull out a Plan B before swallowing it. Discarding the garbage into your drawer. He wouldn’t know. You weren’t ready, and you weren’t going to be made to have a child when you weren’t ready. He wasn’t ready either.

“Buns! Take a shower with me. I need to get you cleaned up, too.”

“Just a minute,” you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You almost felt trapped in this cycle. Argue. Fuck. Broken promises and lies. And everything was just dandy afterwards.  Everything was just perfect, and everything was a lie.  The facade that you and Frank had created was getting cracks with every day that passed.  Soon those cracks wouldn’t be able to be filled with sex.  Sex was never enough.

It didn’t hit you right away what Frank was planning.  You had seen small remnants of him wanting to go to a rodeo for more than viewing.  Saw him pulling away from you more.  He would think that he had fucked you asleep before he was sneaking out of the bed, and going to his phone.  Whispered conversations with who you could only assume was Steve.  There wasn’t anything romantic, it was always about the rodeo.  

Pretending to be back asleep when he would crawl back in the bed, lifting up your leg before he was pushing his cock back inside you.  A hand over your stomach as he slowly pumps into you, “I figured you would be pregnant by now,” he kisses on your back.  This had to have been his plan all along.  Speed up the promise so he could go back to rodeoing.  

“Frank,” his motions and what you thought to be true man you loved clouded how you are now perceiving him.  He didn’t even want a baby, he wanted to ride bulls.  “Frank.”

“Shh, this time it's going to work,” a single tear drifts over your nose, and onto your pillow, it wouldn’t work, you had made sure of that by the implant in your arm.  You wanted kids with Frank, but not like this.  A text from Bucky had informed you the season was about to start.  “It’s going to work,” you weren’t even married, and here he was trying to fuck a baby in you, even though you both agreed on the order of things.

With one final thrust into you, hot ribbons of his cum paint your walls.  You didn’t even come.  You were numb to what Frank was doing.  It had become too much.  All of it was coming to a screeching halt because Frank wanted to force things to be his way.  It was always his way.  You were an afterthought.  

“I’m just going to rest in there.  Make sure it takes.  Can’t lose a single drop,” another tear drifts down to your pillow as you croak out okay.  Your relationship was a complete lie.  You were not in this relationship together, it was Frank manipulating the situation always.

A few weeks later, walking into the bedroom to see Clyde on the bed looking anxiously at a suitcase while Frank packs up his rodeo clothes didn’t surprise you.  “I don’t want an argument,” he says before you even mention anything.  “I also got a test in the bathroom, I want you to take it.”

“I don’t need to,” he slams a shirt in the suitcase, looking up at you.

“For a whole month.  I made sure for an entire month that you were…why wouldn’t you need to?”

“Why are you packing?”

“Joining the circuit this season.  Thought you might like to come along.  Thought I was going to show off my fiancé’s baby bump.  Why don’t you need to test?”

Unbelievable.  He was already in the mode of going on the road without even talking with you.  It was like you were going to find out after the fact that he was leaving.  Hopefully you joined him.  Not even thinking you would have to turn in a two week notice for work.  You don’t burn bridges with jobs.  “Why do you not need to take a pregnancy test?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“How…how do you know?”

“Well, I would assume it’s something that most women would know.  There’s signs, you know, a lack of a period.  But also a few months ago I got a birth control implant.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?  Are you fucking serious right now?  You know how bad I wanted a baby, and you’re walking around with a fucking implant in your arm?  Don’t you think that things like that should be discussed between each other?  Don’t you think that I have a right to decide when we have a baby?”

“Oh, really?  You know when you were fucking me nonstop, even if I was tired, just fucking me while I was trying to sleep.  Sex isn’t even fun anymore.  You’re just wanting to fuck a baby in me so you can go ride bulls, huh?  That’s what your big plan was.  You don’t even want a child, you want to hold this over my head because that was what we agreed on.  You were the one making the decision, Frank.  And I decided for myself that I wasn’t ready.  You never take into consideration I’m the one that’s carrying the baby and whose body is changing.  I said I wasn’t ready, and it’s my right to choose when I am.  So I did what I had to do because you wouldn’t listen.”

“Fine,” Frank closes his suitcase, zipping it up slowly.  Tapping on his leg and Clyde jumps down following him.  “I’m still going out on the road whether you join me or not.”

“I can’t just turn my life upside down anymore, Frank.  We have a house payment.  I am the one with a steady paycheck.  We can’t just run around and do what we want.  I haven’t made any arrangements to leave my job, so I can’t just leave.  I like my job, they are good to me.”

“You didn’t even apply to be the nurse at the shows.  I asked you to.  I’m still going,” he starts heading out the door, and you follow him.  He slings his suitcase in the truck, opening the door wide for Clyde to jump in.  The dog never turned down a ride in the truck.

“If you leave Frank, we’re finished.”

“I’ll see you in a week.  I’ll text you what city I’m in if my fiancé wants to join me, or if she wants to get that thing taken out of her arm, so we can talk about this like a normal couple.”

“I’m right here if you want to talk.  I am listening, but you’re not.  You leave we’re…” Frank puts his truck in gear as he heads down the road.  You were done.  Frank never wanted to talk.  He never cared what you thought, and you were done with trying.  It wasn’t worth it.  

You were looking for a sign to respond to a job offer you had been given, and it was the perfect time to get a change of scenery, and leave all this behind.  Clyde you would miss.  The Frank you thought you knew, you would miss, but this constant back and forth and going around in circles, accomplishing nothing, you would not.  

Packing the biggest piece of luggage you had with your clothes, you leave your engagement ring on his side of the bed.  You had given him so many signs of what you wanted.  You tried to tell him that you weren’t ready.  Even warned him that you would be finished.  It was scary but it was necessary.  Standing at the front door looking at the house that you thought would make you and Frank closer, you close the door, locking it, and leave your key with the spare one.  

Your lip quivers as you walk away from what you thought would be your future.  Mindy’s words ringing in your ears about how to not fall in love with a cowboy, you failed.  But you wouldn’t fail again.  You were heading to the exact opposite of Montana and finally towards the east coast.  Going to Boston where you hoped the offer didn’t fall through.  Hoped that this was what you were looking for.  Because it wasn’t Frank anymore.

“Come in,” a woman huffs as she opens up the door.  “Sorry, you picked a busy day to meet Harlan,” she starts to walk off, but turns back to look at you, “Well come on, I’m going to take you to his office, you can wait for him there.  The rest of the family is coming, so…gird your loins.  Little prick will be here, too,” the last sentence she says underneath her breath, assuming you didn’t hear it.  

Leading you into a huge office, and gesturing towards a chair.  “He’ll be with you in a moment.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” after the years with Frank, nothing would surprise you or irritate you quite as much as he did.  She leaves the office, and you lean back taking it all in.  Books upon books, and papers everywhere.  A writer you were told, and that made sense.

The prick.  You wonder who that could possibly be.  Most likely one of the family members that she had mentioned.  It was taking too long and you were growing antsy, and you ignore the vibrating of your phone, turning it off completely while you walk around the office.  Pulling out a book with a familiar looking title when you realize who this Harlan Thrombey was.  Your mother’s favorite author.

“What are you doing in here?” You drop the book on the floor, and spin to see a tall man.  “That was a first edition,” he rolls his eyes, walking over to pick up the book, and putting it back in its place.  “Is there something wrong with you?  Can you hear?  I asked what you were doing in here?”

“I, um, I’m meeting with Harlan.  I was offered a nursing job.  Well, I applied, and this is the interview.”

“Uh huh.  You can sit down now.”

“Who exactly are you?” The man looks you up and down, a smirk creeping up on his face.  “I guess you’re the one that can’t hear now.”

“Ransom,” a new voice says, entering in the office, “His name is Ransom.”

“Should she be hired she can call me Hugh like the rest of the help.”

“Should I be hired I would be taking orders from my boss, Harlan.  Not you,” his eyes darken a moment, while Harlan laughs on his way to his desk, and you follow him over there.  This Ransom or Hugh walking to sit in the chair beside you.  “Do you need to be present?”

“I’m being trained to take over the business, so yes.”

“Ransom that is enough, son,” that took a turn.  He just so happened to be Harlan’s son.

“I’m not your son,” never mind.  “Old man, what is this?”

“A nurse.  I figured it would be much easier for my medicines, and a daily check on my health status to have one staffed,” Ransom rolls his eyes, leaning forward to grab a pack of cookies.  “Is there a problem?”

“It’s just another person on the payroll.  You can't possibly be getting that old that you need someone with you daily,” Harlan cocks up an eyebrow looking at you.  “No offense,” Ransom looks towards you.  “I’m sure you’re quite lovely, but completely unnecessary.”

“You do realize that Harlan is now needing to have his vitals taken regularly?  His medicine needs to be administered, and didn’t he have a fall only last week?  I see he’s wearing a brace on his arm, so some damage was done.  Harlan, how long were you on the floor before anyone realized?”

“A little over an hour.”

“And just where were you, your family, or the rest of the staff?  With a licensed nurse here he could get quick care, and know if going to the ER is even something that should happen.  In the future if he is needing any injectables, are you going to be able to administer that, Ransom?” Ransom pops his tongue at the sound of one of the help calling him by that name.  You didn’t care.  Men who thought that everything should go their way did not bother you anymore.  Entitled pricks seemed to be your speciality.

“Fact of the matter is, you’re apprenticing to take over this business, but also neglecting Harlan in the process.  With a nurse, that no longer becomes your concern, it becomes mine.  Should I be hired of course.”

“Where are you from?”  Ransom was staring at you for too long.  He was only trying to intimidate you, and it wouldn’t work.

“Montana.  And I’ve dealt with worse men than you before.”

“Okay, children, that is enough.  I think you would fit in quite perfectly here.  Ransom, I expect you to treat her with respect.  And I expect you to be on your best behavior.  Would you prefer me to call you by your name or something else?”

“I’ve grown quite fond of my nickname, Bunny,” Ransom smirks, and your head shoots over to look in his direction.  “Is there something funny, Ransom?”

“Of course not, Bunny.  Maybe we should get this dinner party started.  Is your Bunny joining us?”

“Yes, I believe she should.  It’ll be a good way to introduce you to the rest of the family.”

“Better hop to it, Bunny,” Ransom’s smirk turns more into a grin as he watches you stand up.

“As long as you don’t hold me hostage, Ransom.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Harlan laughs, starting to follow you out of the office.

“Indeed it will,” Ransom agrees.  You were much more spunky than any of the other help.  He was going to have fun with you.

“Bunny!” Frank leaves his suitcase at the door, and Clyde runs past him and sniffs around the house for you.  “Bunny, I’m back!” Clyde returns whimpering, and heads up the stairs, while Frank walks into the bedroom, the closet still open, and your clothes missing.

“Bunny?  Bunny!” He walks throughout the house, and out to the garage to find your car missing.  Back into the bedroom, and spots your ring.  “Bunny,” he whispers, picking it up.

‘I tried to tell you, Frank.  I told you if you left this was the end.  I can’t do this anymore.’

“Nonononono,” he grabs his phone out, calling your number before dialing your parents, “Is she there?”

“No.  She’s not.”

“Where is she?”

“Frank, I don’t want to get involved.  You guys had an argument.  She left.”

“But, it wasn’t even that serious of an argument.  I just…she can’t ask me to quit riding.”

“And I told her that,” your mom says softly.  “The two of you just weren’t in life together.  Each of you pulling in different directions.  You both deserve more than what you were giving each other.  She left you some money.  She doesn’t want to feel like she made you build the house, and left you with the payments.”

“We…we were planning a wedding.”

“No, you weren’t.  You were avoiding getting married.  How long were you guys engaged?  And no formal plans were made.  You were piddlefarting around the wedding.  You could have gone and eloped, and you didn’t want to do that, said she deserved a wedding, but you wouldn’t help her.  Same as the house.  Frank, I’m sorry.  She’s gone.”

“Can you at least tell me where she’s at?”

“No.  She’s safe.  She called me earlier today.  She’s not in the state.  Move on with your life.  I’m sorry.  It’s better this way,” your mom doesn’t give him a chance to respond before she hangs up.

Frank slings his hat into a corner, that stupid B a reminder of you being with him.  This house reminded you of him.  The bed still smelled like you.  Your shampoo was left in the shower, you were all around him.  Even Clyde walks into the bedroom, whining at Frank as he sniffs around his side of the bed.

“She left us,” Frank falls back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling when the puppy jumps up, resting his head on his stomach.  “She fucking left me.  She hid that she was refusing to have a baby, and she left me.  Didn’t give me any warning, she just left us.  Fucking bitch.”

Picking up his phone he calls up Steve, “So I can be on the road indefinitely.”

“Why?” Steve asks.

“Bunny’s gone.”

“She’s gone,” Steve glances over at Bucky who looks out the window of the truck looking very guilty.  “What do you mean she’s gone?”

“Packed her bags, and left.  Looks like me and Clyde are going to Cheyenne.  Where are you guys?”

“Pulling over, and heading to your house.  Get your shit together.  Load up the camper, and let’s go,” Steve hangs up the phone and pokes Bucky, “How long did you know?”

“She left the same day he did.  Steve, he left after she told him if he did she was leaving.  He knew.”

“Taking her side, huh?”

“I’m not taking sides,” Bucky turns, looking at Steve, kicking his foot up on the dashboard as Steve slows to a stop, turning around to drive towards Frank’s.  “They just were too different people.  She deserves someone that will worship her, and he deserves someone that isn’t threatened by his first love.”

“Bunny was his first love.”

“Nope.  The rodeo was.  The rodeo was the other woman.  Bunny just got tired of being cheated on,” Steve rolls his eyes, knowing that deep down that Bucky was right.  You were two different people that did not understand the other’s needs.  He wouldn’t tell Bucky or Frank, but you were both better off without each other.  And now Steve could have his fun Frank back.  

“Bucky you joining us for women at the bar?”

“Seriously?  Frank just now realizes he’s no longer engaged, and you think he needs to fuck someone?”

“I think he needs to fuck lots of people.  Have a threesome, or swap!  Shit!  This season is going to be amazing.  You and your puppy dog self can just watch the camper sway back and forth.  I’m making sure Frank gets his dick wet the whole season.  New girl in every city.  If you join, we can fill someone special up.  All three holes.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“No, I’m horny.  I want to have all the sex!  Give me some sex!”

“I’m good.  You two have fun,” Bucky was already missing you.  You calmed Frank down.  And even Steve.  Now he was stuck with them all alone.  And no one to make sure they behaved.  He was ready to settle down and become a farmhand for someone.  Maybe someday.  

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[voidmadisonrecs]

chris evans recs

these are more for me then anyone else but here are my fav chris evans (and co.) fics, blurbs, headcanons, etc.

feel free to message or comment with suggestions that i should read and make sure to check out these writers other works because they are all amazing <3

Chris Evans

butterflies - @chanelfaerie

chris has got butterflies for you—do you feel the same?

pop the questions - @angelkurenai

you are costars and in a relationship with Chris and while on the set of ‘Gifted’, you are very clingy. when Chris sees you interact with your youngest costar, he realizes you would make a great mother

white - @agentofbarnes

chris can’t seem to function while seeing you in a white dress

ask me properly - @twittytelly

while spending time with his family, chris realizes that it's the perfect time to put his 'plan' into action

red carpet w/ chris - @avenging-fandoms

your chris’s costar with Chris and you’re both tipsy in a red carpet interview and giggling together, making no sense but just being all happy and sparking dating rumours

happy goddamn new year - @fluffymisha97

the morning after your new year with the evans’ which doesn’t go all that smooth

sweet creature - @buckyhoney

domestic shit

ass man headcanon - @agentofbarnes

chris evans sure does love ass

and then he came along - @teebarnes

you haven't had the best record when it comes to relationships, you thought you couldn't be loved. until one day as you sat on the beach shivering, everything changed when chris came along

granola bar and lots of love - @planetofawe

with the kids away, you and chris have more than enough time to practice some aftercare (smut)

claim - @cloudystevie

your husband puts a baby in you (smut)

beer gut - @violetlilysunshine

chris gets self conscious after gaining a little bit of weight and not working out as hard as he used to during his Marvel days (smut)

dumb - @agentofbarnes

chris evans makes you dumb and you are a little touchstarved (smut)

red, white, blue’s in the sky, summer’s in the air, baby heaven’s in your eyes - @cloudystevie

sunday’s are for football games and attention (smut)

the big 4-0 - @rocketrhap3000

chris being insecure for his 40th bday but reader makes sure he knows just how much she loves him (smut)

my girl - @punani

chris loves calling you his girl (smut)

the fluffer (masterlist) - @punani

it’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. the studio’s are hot, gemini flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at shaggin’ studios. chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. is this all just physical, or is there something more? (smut)

wedding shenanigans - @flowerbouquet

in which you and chris have a sneaky fuck in the bathroom during your best friends wedding (smut)

grocery run - @bucksfucks

innocently wearing chris’ shirt leads to you finding out just how much he can’t resist you (smut)

chain - @bucksfucks

chris tells you to bite down on his chain (smut)

home late (part 2) - @violetlilysunshine

smuttttttt

severance - @punani

the divorce process with chris is messy, seemingly never ending, and ultimately: heartbreaking. you had to be strong for your son, yourself, and eventually you wanted someone else to be strong for you, so, it seemed only natural that you would venture into the arms of another. however, sometimes the line between something officially ending or simply taking a break blurs when you’ve known someone for longer than you can remember (smut/baby fever/ex!reader)

so beautiful to me - @uprootbasic

despite being broken up and coparenting, chris still want to show you how much he loves you (smut/baby fever)

sundress season - @jurassicbarnes

in which all it takes is a pretty little dress to break his resolve (ex!reader/smut/baby fever)

mwah - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

ur little bubba is obsessed with kissys and keeps leaning in to kiss you (baby fever)

long hair lover - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

chris comes back from filming red sea diving resort and his baby daughter is crazy in love with his long hair (baby fever)

slobbery kisses - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho 

chris wakes up to sloppy kisses by his baby (baby fever)

baby rose - @fluffymisha97

reader and chris had a little baby girl. but not everything is going that well, you're both trying to navigate life as new parents (baby fever)

eve - @kiwisomething

you drop your son off with his father and he invites you in (baby fever/ex!chris)

parenting is hard blurb - @lokiscu

chris and the reader have just had a baby and the lack of sleep mixed with lack of physical affection and time they have with one another gets to both of them and they end up fighting because of the stress (baby fever)

isla - @uprootbasic

the reader is a famous singer and always sings to her little girl. one night, chris and the reader decides to have this little jamming session with their baby. chris plays the piano while the reader sings I wanna hold your hand by the Beatles (baby fever)

the neighbours lights - @lokiscu

it’s your first Christmas with a baby (baby fever)

paparazzi - @ozarkthedog

chris evans and reader are both famous and one day they are out with their daughter when paparazzi start to follow them (baby fever)

thunder - @worksby-d

your daughter is scared of the thunder (baby fever)

she’s the one - @worksby-d

chris x singlemom!reader masterlist (baby fever)

protective stepdad chris x single!reader - @worksby-d

masterlist (baby fever)

truth be told - @kthynes

chris finds out he has a 6 month old baby because his partner didn’t have the chance to tell him that she is pregnant because they broke up (angsty??/baby fever)

not her - @agentofbarnes

chris wants a family and you just aren’t ready yet, but that doesn’t mean he wants you any less (angsty?)

the love we have - @kthynes

the reader is chris's ex wife and she's about to be married again to a guy she doesn't really love. so in the night of her bachelorette party she's really drunk and she ended up going to his apartment and tell him that she still loves him and that she wants to hate him because he was the one who file for divorce but she can't, then she leaves. on the day of the ceremony their 10 year old kid tells Chris that he should go after her before is too late (angsty??)

Frank Adler

i ruined our sweet tune - @rodrikstark

the last person you’d expect to see in florida is the hot professor from your undergrad philosophy class 

buttons - @rodrikstark

buttoning franks shirt headcanon 

waffles - @amylillian22

the morning after their usual saturday date night, y/n runs into mary unexpectedly. frank wakes up to find them making waffles

remember - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why

breeding kink - @stargazingfangirl18

as the hot single dad everyone wants to get with, frank turns a few heads at back to school night, and well, you may get a little possessive (smut) 

magic demeanor - @bloodiedskirtts

after moving back to Florida in the middle of a heat wave, things seem to be getting worse and worse. the only thing to make her days any better is her neighbour, Frank. with neither of them willing to admit that they can’t get enough of each other, a pesky shower malfunction may be the only way for them to tell each other how they feel (smut)  

Ransom Drysdale

2:27 am - @cloudystevie

it’s 2:27 in the morning when ransom shows up at your doorstep, and he wishes he could tell you why 

cold (third part of his return) - @kiwisomething

hugh is cold sleeping on the couch by himself 

new man - @worksby-d

ransom loves to pretend he’s not whipped for you, but here he is letting you do your skin care routine on him

morning dew - @agentofbarnes

it was only supposed to be one night, but ransom can’t seem to get you out of his head (smut) 

Andy Barber

the proposal - @fairyevans

andy takes the reader on a gorgeous vacation but everything goes wrong except the proposal 

consequences - @stargazingfangirl18

life after your breakup with ransom (smut)

yes, mrs barber - @jurassicbarnes

in which you’re down on your knees, about to suck his dick within an inch of his life because it was the only way to shut him up (smut) 

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[wiypt-writes]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

A Frank Adler One Shot.

Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…

Pairings:  Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!

Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist

❤️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔

I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show…

Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.

But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.

With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.

How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?

And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys

He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.

He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.

Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.

You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.

“This shouldn’t-“

“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”

He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.

You knew he was a goner.

"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.

You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.

And everything would change.

Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.

“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”

The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.

It was so wrong.

Yet you happily obliged.

It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.

You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.

With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.

You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.

But it had to. There was no way around it.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

"Just...let...go," you purred against him.

"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.

"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.

The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.

And you blinked back a solitary tear.

*****

I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.

And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past

One night stand

Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.

“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”

He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.

Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.

He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.

It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.

He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.

A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.

And all he could taste was you.

Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.

“You happy?”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”

Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”

“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.

Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”

“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories

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How about “Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a wishing fountain.” For Frank Adler

Hi friend! I wrote you a little something for this prompt I hope you enjoy it.

Make A Wish

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Words: 717

Summary: after a bad break up you happen upon a wishing fountain and a persistent little blonde girl.

Warnings: mentions of a break up but it's basically fluff.

A/N: thanks to my wonderful beta @river-soul for looking this over and the solid ending. As always minors DNI. Enjoy the fluff!

You took in a deep breath and wiped your tear-stained face. Ending your six year relationship was not as easy as you thought it would be after finding out your ex had been cheating on you for over a year. You milled about the promenade unsure where you were going when you caught the sound of upbeat music in the distance. As you worked your way closer, the music grew louder and the smell of fried food engulfed your senses. You rounded a corner and saw vibrant colors signaling a street fair. A slow smile worked its way onto your face as you made your way through the scene. As you passed street vendors and carnival games, the weight of the day melted away.

After buying yourself some ice cream and pocketing the change, you walked over to the center fountain and sat down to enjoy your cool treat. When you were about half way finished you felt someone saddle up next to you. Turning your head you saw a cute little blonde girl happily swinging her legs and eating a cinnamon sugar covered churro. She looked up at you and smiled.

“Did you know this is a wishing fountain?” The girl asked.

You looked around briefly before responding. “A wishing fountain? Does that mean you’re going to make a wish?”

The girl shrugged. “I have everything I need, but Frank says if you toss a coin in the fountain and make a wish it’ll come true. I don’t buy it though.”

She handed you a shiny copper penny and hopped from her seat. “But Frank says this is a lucky penny and a lucky fountain, so, if you need something maybe you should make the wish.”

You watched her disappear into the crowd with a confused look on your face. You shook your head and started to pocket the penny before holding it in your hand, laughing to yourself. After the day you had, you could use all the luck you could get. Finishing your ice cream you palmed the penny and closed your eyes tight. What did you need? You had a great job, friends, and a wonderful place to live. But what did you need? A second chance at love. You needed to know that what you just went through wasn’t what it was supposed to be. That love was still out there and all you needed was to be brave enough to remember what that felt like. You took a deep breath and threw the coin into the fountain. When you opened your eyes you were met with piercing blue ones staring at you from across the sculpture. A smile spread across his face as the small blonde girl dragged him back around to where you stood.

“This is her Frank, she’s the one I gave the penny to. Tell her what you told me, she looked confused.” The girl rolled her eyes.

Frank laughed and shook his head before meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry, what I tried to explain to Mary is that wishing wells keep your wishes safe until they can be fulfilled. If you take a wish, the coin, out of the fountain then that person’s wish won’t come true. So the water protects against thieves.”

You looked at him bewildered but smiled. “Well, I really hope someone doesn’t try to steal my wish.”

Mary looked at you with her head tilted, “What did you wish for?”

You looked down at her before your eyes flitted back to Frank. “A second chance at love.”

Frank smiled and introduced himself and Mary properly. After telling him your name he repeated it back in a whisper. You smiled as Mary impatiently looked between you and Frank. Her heavy sigh broke you out of your stupor.

“Do you want to walk around with us for a bit? Frank can tell you about all these superstitions and I can go on some more rides.” Mary suggested with a huff.

Frank was about to say something when you cut him off. “I would be happy to if that’s alright?”

Frank’s eyes lit up. “That would be more than alright,” he said offering you his arm.

You smiled and linked your arm with his, maybe your wish was going to come true sooner than you expected.

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[navigation here] | [drabbles here] [avatar masterlist here] updated: 09.02.2023 note: most of my written content normally consists of fluff but might be explicit/includes (and might allude to) mentions of sex as well as foul language. so please do not interact with those works if you are not 18+. thank you!

characters listed here: steve rogers, frank adler, andy barber, xu shang-chi, eggsy unwin.

legend: 🌸: fluff / ☔️: angst / 🔥: smut/explicit / ✨: personal fave

masterlist here!

steve rogers | marvel

mundanely charming [874 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ steve didn’t know that such a mundane thing as shaving could be this lovely.

that’s when i knew [2,476 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ the few moments when steve knew, you were the one for him (and the one when he knew you thought of the same thing, too)

out of line (into my arms) [4,933 words]  🌸☔️ summary ⇾ a mission that goes awry, leaves captain america furious at you… though, it soon shows steve rogers’ true feelings for you.

frank adler | gifted

✨want you to stay (heaven truly is on earth) [4,539 words] 🌸☔️🔥[minors dni!] summary ⇾ frank knows true to his heart that you love him. yet, overhearing someone trying to pick you up from the bar has him doubting himself.

✨home is wherever i'm with you [6,178 words] 🌸🔥[minors dni!] summary ⇾ when you move into the house across from frank adler’s, it’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

fifth time is a charm [6,448 words] 🌸🔥[minors dni!] summary ⇾  the four times frank tries to ask you out and the last one it ends with a kiss. (and maybe a little bit more)

take care of you [3,195 words] 🌸🔥[minors dni!] summary ⇾ when frank notices you look tired and worn out from working on a saturday, he decides to take matters into his own hands. literally.

✨kiss it better, baby [4,157 words] 🌸☔️🔥[minors dni!] summary ⇾ in frank’s eyes, you’re the most beautiful person he’s known. he learns that you don’t see the same and he strives to prove it to you.

meet frank, meet mary [2,075 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ there’s a thing that both mary and frank share apart from their last name: being absolutely smitten by you.

no lookin’ back on teenage dreams (they’re here) [3,339 words] 🌸🔥[minors dni!] summary ⇾ it’s in the little mundane moments that frank remembers what being in love with you truly feels like.

jealousy, jealousy (not me) [3,588 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ the logical thing to do when you see your date talking to someone else who makes you jealous is… try to do the same? (only worse, get caught and try to ride it out but it only backfires)

life worth living [1,567 words] 🌸☔️ summary ⇾ a life together with frank and mary, is one definitely worth living. 

as the world caves in [1,281 words] 🌸☔️ summary ⇾ when frank feels like the world is cold, cruel and unforgiving, you’re the warmth he basks in.

hold me close (keep the alcohol away) [2,600 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ the new bartender down at ferg’s is another reason why frank goes there every friday night. one night, he gets a little too drunk.

make it up to you [1,435 words] 🌸☔️ summary ⇾ frank comes home grumpy and turns date night sour… but he intends to make up for it.

andy barber | defending jacob

don’t need to say it to know [1,300 words] 🌸☔️ summary ⇾ andy admits he loves you. you can’t say it back. (but you feel the same)

wanna be your(sweetheart) [1,238 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ there’s so many pet names in the world and andy just wants to be called one of it by you. (and maybe you do too)

xu shang-chi | marvel

never again [3,182 words] 🌸☔️ summary ⇾ shaun had been missing for weeks and katy was nowhere to be found. one day, he shows up at your door with katy and tells you his name isn’t shaun. it’s actually xu shang-chi.

sweep me off my feet [2,874 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ shang-chi goes to visit his sister and finds that there… just may be a reason why he’d want to come visit more often…

eggsy unwin | kingsman

you needed me [4,289 words] 🌸☔️🔥 (angst to fluff) [minors dni!] summary ⇾  normally you’d let it slide when eggsy misses out on a date–given it’s his job–but on the day you needed him most and showing up late for your anniversary, it’s not so easy this time around.

don’t wanna lose you [1,067 words] 🌸☔️ summary ⇾ having a terrible nightmare where you lose eggsy leaves him to assure you the reality is far from it.

darlin’ i’m coming home [839 words] 🌸 summary ⇾ after a tough mission, all eggsy wants is to wrap his arms around you and call it a night… though, he should wash off the blood first.

a bit of vodka don’t hurt nobody [2,048 words] 🌸 meet-cute-ish summary ⇾ in which you’re agent tequila’s sister, agent v… who eggsy’s smitten by the first encounter after being shot at with a tranquilizer.

a little dream come true [1,715 words] 🌸 fluff summary ⇾ eggsy remembers just how he met you–be it chance, be it fate–and remembering it every now and then brings a smile to his face (yours too)

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