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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 3)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: You continue to try and act like everything was normal but its easier said than done with nosy neighbours and niggling doubts

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

Dividers by me!

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Chapter 3

Today had been a good day, Andy had been riding on a high ever since he left the courthouse. They were at a crucial point in the case and when Andy presented the best piece of evidence in the drug trial he had actually seen the defendant begin to nervously sweat. When court was adjourned for the day he’d seen the defence lawyers scrambling with despondent looks on their faces. Come Monday morning Andy wouldn’t have been surprised if the plea had been changed to guilty.

As soon as Andy got home he made his way upstairs to start packing his weekend bag so that come morning he could get straight on the road and back to you. He was in such a good mood he was even whistling as packed, he even considered driving up to Vermont tonight.

He was just walking into the closet to grab the ring from the drawer when he heard his phone ringing. Walking back out he grabbed it from his bedside table, frowning slightly when he saw it was your mom calling him.

“Hello?” Andy answers.

“Andy, is Y/N home with you?” Your mom asks barely waiting for the line to connect.

“No, she left this morning, why? Is she on her way back or something?” Andy says frowning in confusion.

“Andy she never turned up” your mom tells him.

Andy’s heart stops for a moment “What do you mean?” He mutters, trying to stop his mind from thinking the worse.

“She should have been here hours ago, we gave it a couple of hours because we know she likes to stop at the pancake place in New Hampshire but she still should have been here by now” your mom explains as Andy began to pace back and forth.

“Have you called her?” Andy questions.

“Yeah but her phone is off or out of battery or something, it just keeps going straight to voicemail” your mom sighs, “we thought she might have changed her mind and gone to see you in court today and just forgot to tell us”

“No, no she didn’t” Andy mutters running his hand down his face “Look it’s probably nothing and she’s probably fine, maybe she just broke down somewhere and is waiting for her phone to charge in a garage but…” Andy sighs really wishing he didn’t have to say the next part “But you should probably call the police just in case”

“O-okay” your mom mutters her voice shaking.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Y/N is sensible there’s probably a reasonable explanation for all of it,” Andy says trying to reassure himself and your mom “But what I’ll do is I’ll call that pancake house see if they’ve seen her and that’ll help narrow down where she might be and I’ll drive the route see if I can find anything”

“Good idea we’ll do the same here” your mom agrees.

“One of your stay home though just in case she turns up” Andy tells her.

“Of course, thank you Andy hopefully I’ll talk to you soon with good news” your mom sighs.

“I hope so too” he mutters before hanging up.

After he called the pancake house and found out you hadn’t made it there, he first passed that on to your parents before grabbing his coat and making his way out to the car. The front door slamming shut behind him.

Andy woke with a start, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to forget the dream he’d just had. But it was impossible, he knew the day you disappeared would haunt him forever. He lets out a deep sigh as he opened his eyes and glanced over to your side of the bed empty.

His heart stopped as he leapt up from the bed. Beginning to panic when he couldn’t find you in the bathroom. Had this all been one cruel nightmare, were you still missing? He practically ran down the stairs only stopping to breathe when he found you curled up in your reading chair.

You were startled as he rushed into the living room, eyes wide as you looked over at him. Your eyes searched his face for a moment before your lips parted.

“Sorry, I woke up early so thought I’d come down and read” you apologise quietly.

Andy shook his head gently as he walked over to you “No, no it's okay, no need to apologise” he says bending down to kiss the top of your head “Are you hungry for breakfast? I- I can make some pancakes?” He offers forcing a small smile.

“Yeah sounds lovely, I’ve brewed a pot of coffee already,” you say nodding in the direction of the kitchen.

“Great, thank you honey” he smiles nodding his head quickly before walking into the kitchen.

After he grabbed a mug from the cupboard he took a moment, bracing himself against the counter as he tried to calm himself down. His heart still thundering in his chest from the fear he felt that you were gone again. It had been a few days since you had been found but still Andy found it hard to believe you were home. Often finding himself just watching you, scared that you’d disappear if he took his eyes off of you.

“Do you want a hand making the batter?” You asked pulling Andy from his thoughts.

He quickly filled his cup with coffee taking a sip as he turned around to face you “I’m good, unless you want to help? I could cook up some crispy bacon to go with it?”

A smile tugs at your lips as you nod your head “Yeah that sounds lovely, cooking breakfast together” you say as you walk over, tucking yourself into his side.

Andy smiles wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer into his side and kissing the top of your head “Sounds perfect honey”

You smile up at him before stepping out of his embrace to open the fridge and grab everything you needed, passing Andy the pack of bacon. Andy smiles as he grabs the pan to start frying up the bacon, watching as you easily walk around the kitchen grabbing a bowl and whisk to make the batter.

The morning carried on peacefully, you chuckling when Andy got syrup in his beard. Andy smiled to himself as you saved the leftover batter and he washed up all the dishes.

Once everything was cleared up and both you and Andy were dressed for the day you settled down on the couch together, Andy grabbing the TV remote before wrapping his arm around you.

“We have a couple of hours before your parents stop by before they head on home, wanna watch a movie or something?” Andy suggests.

“I don’t mind, you pick something,” you say shuffling closer to him, head resting on his chest.

“Okay, super boring documentary it is” Andy smirks as he turns on the TV.

You laugh slapping his chest gently, but your laughter dies out when the news starts and you disappear was the main story. Andy looked down at you to see you nervously swallow.

“I’ll turn it over” Andy says reaching for the remote.

“No… it's okay” you mutter quietly, shaking your head.

Andy nods shifting in his seat so he could hold you closer as the news anchor introduced the story.

“Newton town police were pleased to announce missing women Y/N Y/L/N was found safe and sound, this is what the lead detective had to say,” the Anchor says before the shot changes to Lieutenant Elliot walking out for a press conference.

“Thank you all for coming” he greets nodding to the crowd of journalists “As many may be aware we have been working tirelessly the past four months to find Y/N Y/L/N and bring her home safe, we can now announce that we managed to accomplish that and she is now home safe with her parents and partner Andy Barber,” Elliot says periodically glancing up from his sheet of paper “we can also confirm the cause of her disappearance was abduction and false imprisonment and we have already arrested and charged her kidnapper” he continues taking a moment to pause as the journalist clamber for more information “as investigations are still ongoing that is all the information we can release at this time, we ask that press and members of the public respect Miss Y/L/N and her loved one’s privacy as we continue to investigate and bring justice” Elliot finishes before walking away before the press could ask any questions.

Andy finally turned the channel over when the piece was over, running his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner “You alright?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah…” you mutter nodding your head “Just wish they hadn’t mentioned the whole abduction thing” you sigh looking up at him.

“They have to” Andy explains with a sigh “It’ll stop speculation and other wild theories to run wild that might affect a court case”

You nod your head in understanding “Guess that makes sense” you hum before looking up at him “I’m glad I have you Andy… to help make sense of it all”

A small smile tugs at Andy’s lips as he leans in to kiss your forehead “Anything for you” he whispers.

Andy rested his head on top of yours as you settled back down into his side. Taking a deep breath as he tried to focus his mind on the here and now. You were back with him. You were safe. It was just a regular old day, one where you could both just relax and watch old sitcoms.

It was barely 15 minutes later there was a knock on the front door. Andy muttered he’d be right back as he went to go see who it was. He was expecting and maybe hoping it would be the police with a decent update. However, when he opened the door he was greeted with Mrs Ethelridge, the elderly lady who lived down the street.

“Oh um hi, is everything okay?” Andy asks, pulling the door closed slightly when he caught her glancing inside.

“Yes I just saw the news and just wanted to say how happy I am that Y/N is home safe and sound” Mrs Ethelridge says clapping her hands together.

Andy forces a small smile nodding his head “Yeah we all are too” he says.

“How is she? God what a horrible thing to go through” She mutters shaking her head.

“She’s fine” Andy states, wanting the conversation to be over as quickly as possible so he could get back to you.

“I just don’t understand it all, Y/N’s a smart girl I don’t see how someone could take her, how did it even happen?” She continues.

“Like the police said on the news the investigation is still ongoing” Andy gritted through his teeth, Mrs Ethelridge was just trying to get some good gossip to spread around the neighbourhood.

“But surely she knows,” she says with a light scoff and condescending smile

Andy lets out a deep and irritated sigh, his irritation doubling when he noticed passersby looking over and watching. The street was far busier than its ever been before, all of them desperate for information. Mrs Ethelridge was just the first with the balls to knock on the door.

“The investigation is still ongoing” Andy repeats trying to keep his voice level “Is there anything else you need? I should be getting back inside”

“Oh no I-“ she starts but Andy doesn’t wait any longer, he had his answer, shutting the door to end the conversation once and for all.

His fists clench as he takes a couple of deep calming breaths. As he walks back into the living room he glances out of the window to make sure no one was trying to peer in.

“Who was at the door?” You ask making him turn towards you.

“Oh, it was uh-“ he started before pausing, you wanted normal, nosy neighbours were not normal. If he told you that it was Mrs Ethelridge at the door you would know exactly why she had popped around and Andy didn’t want you to have that added stress “delivery guy, got the wrong address, zipcode was wrong or something so I was just giving him directions” he explains as he walks back over and sits down on the couch.

“Oh okay that’s good” you hum shifting so you were curled up beside him.

“Yeah” Andy sighs wrapping his arm around you “nothing to worry about”

Your parents arrived for lunch just after 12, walking up the path of the house just as another neighbour was stepping away from the front door. Andy watched from the door as the neighbour greeted your parents, giving the same spiel that they’d just given him. Your parents gave them the same tight-lipped smile that Andy gave them.

“I guess they’re not the first you’ve had today,” your dad said to Andy quietly as they stepped inside the house.

Andy sighs shaking his head “It’s been fairly consistent since the news broke” he admits “We’ve already been given 3 lasagnas”

“Well I’m glad we didn’t bring lunch” your dad jokes lightly, earning a small chuckle from Andy.

The two men linger by the door as your mom goes into the living room to be with you “How is she doing? With you know?” Your dad asks quietly nodding towards the door.

Andy lets out a long sigh resting his hand on his hips as he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head “I dunno, fine I think” he admits “I didn’t tell her about Mrs Ethelridge’s visit”

“The OAP TMZ?” Your dad says pulling a laugh from Andy.

“That’s the one, I was hoping she’d be the only one but more have been turning up so I couldn’t hide it” Andy sighs shaking his head “I just didn’t want her to worry about that right now, the other’s have been fine but I know they’re just desperate for information” Andy explains.

Your dad nods his head in understanding “Yeah, our phones have been blowing up” he says pulling out his phone to show Andy the screen full of notifications.

“I can turn those off if you want” Andy offers.

Your dad gives him a grateful smile “Thanks Andy, I have both phones” he says passing Andy both his and your mom’s phone.

“It’s alright, I do it all the time for work,” Andy says gently shaking his head as he quickly turns off notifications on both your parent's phones, making sure they’d only get the important ones they’d want.

“Thank you Andy,” your dad says as Andy passes the phones back to him “And how are you?”

Andy lets out a long sigh, resting his hands on his hips “Honestly… I’m okay, just trying to do whatever is the right way thing I’m just… part of me is still working on believing this is all happening, I keep worrying that if look away she’ll go again” he admits with a small shake of his head.

“I know we feel the same way too” your dad reassures him, resting a hand on his shoulder “And I know you’re worried but I can promise you that you’re doing the right thing, just being here is the right thing”

Andy lets out a shaky breath, nodding his head “Thank you” he says gratefully.

“It’s nothing, now let's go join our ladies” your dad smiles nodding his head in the direction of the living room.

For the next few of hours, everyone just relaxed, Andy put in one of the many pasta dishes your neighbours has brought over. Your parents took it in turns answering the door, giving Andy a bit of a break from it.

Much sooner than you wanted, your parents had to get on the road home. Your parents gave you a long hug goodbye making you promise to call whenever you needed. Andy stood beside you, hand on the small of your back as you waved goodbye to your parents with a sad smile on your face. When Andy heard you try and stop a shaky breath he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“We’ll see them soon, we can try and get up to visit them for a long weekend” Andy suggests as he rubs your back soothingly.

“Yeah… yeah that would be nice” you sniffle nodding your head as you turned into him more and buried your head in his chest.

You then pulled away and started walking back into the living room. Andy not missing you trying to slyly wipe away your tears as you went. Andy let out a small sigh before following after you, spotting you already curled up in your reading chair book in hand.

Andy wanted to go over and just curl up with you, hold you for just another moment. But you clearly needed some space, if you wanted him you would have sat on the couch or somewhere that he could join you.

“I’m just gonna tidy up the kitchen, do you want anything?” Andy asks breaking the silence.

You hum glancing up from your book “Oh no I’m fine thank you” you say with a gentle shake of your head, already returning your attention back to your book.

Andy mumbled a “sure” as he turns and walks back into the kitchen.

There wasn’t really that much to clear up, just putting the plates in the dishwasher and clearing out the dish the pasta bake came in ready to be returned. Not that Andy remembered who to give it to, so many had stopped by that they all blended together.

Andy still took his time though, maybe he needed a bit of space too, he wasn’t sure. He should just add it to the growing list of unknowns. He didn’t know how to help, didn’t know all this happened, he didn’t know a lot of things and he hated it. He liked to be in control, have two hands on the steering wheel. But right now it felt like he was just being dragged along blindly for the ride.

It was about half an hour later and Andy was just wiping down the sides when he heard a knock on the door. Putting the cloth back in the sink he made his way to the door. As he went he spotted you getting up to also answer the door but he held out his hand to stop you.

“I’ve got it” he tells you as he continues to the door.

He expected it to be more nosy neighbours but he was surprised to find Lieutenant Elliot and Detective Wagner and a third man who seemed familiar but Andy couldn’t recall a name.

“Who’s this?” Andy asks pointing to the well-dressed man behind the detectives.

“Well explain inside, we have an update” Elliot explains glancing over his shoulder at the other man.

“Of course, come inside” Andy says stepping aside to let the three of them in.

As the final man passes by Andy he glances around before smiling over at Andy “lovely home” the deep southern accent catching Andy by surprise.

Andy clears his throat and nods “Thank you, uh right this way” Andy says directing them into the living room.

As they walked in, Andy saw you sit to attention, slamming your book shut. You cast a worried glance over towards Andy who gives you a reassuring look in return.

“They have an update on the case” Andy explains walking over, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“And who’s this?” You ask quietly nodding over to the third man.

“This is Inspector Blanc, he’s going to be joining us on this case?” Elliot explains as he and Wagner sit down on the couch.

Blanc remains standing though, one hand resting in his pocket as he studied the room around him. His eyes finally settle on you and Andy feels you squirm slightly in your seat. Andy moves to perch on the arm of your chair, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to calm you. The action makes Blanc’s focus move to Andy, his lips twitching upwards as you leaned into Andy’s touch.

“Why?” Andy questioned, recognising the man now, he was a famous private investigator who worked all over the world. It didn’t make sense to Andy why he’d be taking on this case.

“Well, I have been in this state the past couple of months investigating corruption in the emergency services, while doing so I came across your name” Blanc explains pointing over at you.

“M-m-my name” you stutter in shock.

“No, no, not your name,” Blanc says waving his hand before pointing at you again” The name Drysdale gave you, Dorothy” he explains and Andy feels you tense hearing that name again “That name caught my attention as there were little to no records attached to the name, those that did exists were a phoney as cheese from a can, I looked into it further and discovered every nurse and doctor you came across had considerable dirt against their name making them prime for blackmail” he continues.

“Are you saying the doctors were blackmailed into letting her go with him?” Andy frowns.

“We believe so yes, and the police officers who originally investigated the crash, which is why we didn’t originally link the two incidents together its also why Blanc is taking the lead on this case to reassure you no corruption will affect it” Elliot explains.

Andy let out a long sigh as he nodded his head, his blood was close to boiling finding out that corruption had played a part in your abduction. Police officers were supposed to serve and protect not turn a blind eye. At least with Blanc, they could be reassured that it wouldn’t affect the case anymore.

“Do you have any more updates on the case?” Andy questions.

“Yes” Elliot nods before shifting his gaze to you “The reason we couldn’t connect the crash you had to your disappearance was because the number plate on the car involved in the crash did match the one registered to you” he explains “instead the car we found in Sudbury containing all your belongings had your registered number plate”

“But how? I didn’t drive anywhere near Sudbury?” You ask, shaking your head in confusion.

“We believe Drysdale organised the car crash, swapped the plates over with the identical car and stole any personal belongings placing those in the car we found in Sudbury” Detective Wagner explains.

Andy’s eyebrows raise in shock “Didn’t anyone think to check the VIN numbers?” Andy asks agitated.

“They were, however, the officers reported them incorrectly something we only realised when we rechecked the VIN number and number plate on the car dumped in Sudbury, we’ve already identified the uniformed officers who were present at both scenes and they’ve been suspended pending further investigation” Elliot reassures.

Andy lets out a small scoff, he’s worked alongside for years. He couldn’t believe that they’d screwed up this investigation and aided Drysdale.

“And you’re certain there will be no more interference with this investigation because I swear to god if Drysdale doesn’t go down for this” Andy says nearly growling in anger.

“Don’t you worry about foul play” Blanc says calmly, holding a hand out towards Andy “I may not be Batman but justice will be served, my success rate is unmatched”

“We believe that if we can get him to confess to causing the accident or find evidence to prove it, he’ll have no choice but to pleas guilty” Elliot adds.

“And have where are you with that?” Andy questions.

“He’s maintaining his innocence” Elliot answered with a long sigh.

“Fuck sake” Andy curses harshly, his fist clenching in anger to the point he might draw blood.

“Andy” you chastise softly, hand reaching out to rest on his arm.

As soon as he felt your touch he felt all the anger drain from his body. His shoulders slumped as he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Sorry,” he croaked as he opened his eyes and looked down at you. Your hand slipped down into his and squeezed it, wordlessly accepting his apology.

“We understand how frustrating this all must be and I can only apologise on behalf of the police force for how this case has been handled so far, but I can assure you that we are confident that you will have your justice” Elliot says nodding his head apologetically.

“Thank you, Lieutenant, we appreciate your efforts,” you say small reassuring smile before looking over to Blanc “And its reassuring to know we have someone of your calibre in our corner”

“It’s my pleasure miss, the detectives have already brought me up to speed so I won’t ask you to relive it all again, but I’ll be in touch if I have any follow-up questions” Blanc nods.

“Thank you we really appreciate that” Andy sighs with a small nod of his head, his temper much more under control thanks to you.

“We’ve got a lot of leads to chase thanks to Blanc and we’ll be sure to keep you up to date with any more developments, the only thing left to ask is how you’re doing?” Elliot says clasping his hands together.

“Okay, lots of neighbours have been calling in to check in which has been…. Nice” you say shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

Elliots nods, glancing over his shoulder towards the window that looked out onto the street “Of course, do let us know if the attention gets too much, we can organise temporary accommodation if needed or station an officer outside to disperse crowds” he offers.

“We will, thankfully it hasn’t been too bad so far, just lots of pasta dishes” Andy says a small smirk growing on his face.

“Yeah, you are more than welcome to a couple, we have more than we can possibly eat now” you offer gesturing towards the kitchen.

Andy saw Elliot open his mouth to protest but Blanc interrupted before he got the chance “That would be lovely miss” he smiles warmly.

A short while later the Detectives made their way out each with a pasta dish, Blanc taking two for himself. When Andy walked back into the living room he found you standing beside the window staring out, using the curtains to shield you from those looking in.

“Hey, you okay?” Even though he asked softly you were still startled.

You blinked a couple of times your hand rubbed the base of your neck as you nodded “Yeah I just can’t believe the corruption and the lengths he went to… I- I just don’t get it” you mutter shaking your head.

Andy lets out a small sigh as he nods his head “Me neither honey” he admits as he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head “But you’re safe, we have some amazing detectives on the case so he will go down for this I promise, you’ll get your justice”

A couple of days had passed since the detective's visit, you had let Andy update your parents since you didn’t think you could. They tried to hide their anger and hurt at the situation but you could still hear it in their voices making you feel guilty. You had managed to tell Carrie though when she visited yesterday, whenever she voiced her frustrations about the handling of the case it didn’t seem to hurt you. Maybe because she was a bit more removed from it all.

The evening was drawing in as you lay in a bath Andy had drawn for you, he had put in all the stops, bubbles, oils. It should have felt relaxing but it just wasn’t, you’ve never found baths to be particularly cleansing but now you just hated them. It felt like you were in a pool of filth. You only agreed because you didn’t want him to worry and he had gone to all this effort for you.

You preferred showers so much more, you wanted to wash away the dirt. You enjoyed lathering up with soap, sometimes doing it multiple times just to make sure it was all gone. They had become moments of reprieve from it all, a short period of time when everything just went away and you felt a moment of peace.

After what felt like a long enough period of time you began to drain the bath, using the shower attachment to get the last of the suds and oils from your skin and around the basin. Wrapping yourself in a warm fluffy towel you refused to look down at your leg and the nasty cut that remained.

Once you were dried off you changed into a fresh set of comfy clothes and began to make your way downstairs. You were caught by surprise when you walked into the kitchen and found Andy lighting some candles on the dining table which was beautifully laid.

“Oh, hey” Andy straightens when he spots you by the door “You’re down sooner than I expected”

“I-uh didn’t want to wait until it got cold” you lied picking a bit of fluff off your sleeve “What is all this?”

A smile tugs at Andy’s lips as he closes the distance between you “It’s Wednesday so it’s date night” he grins.

“Oh” you mutter, it had been so long and so much had happened that you hadn’t even thought of date night.

Andy’s smile falters for a second as he glances over his shoulder at the table. He clears his throat as he quickly turns and grabs a bouquet of flowers from the side “For you” he smiles.

A smile grows on your face when you saw it was a bouquet of daisies, your favourite kind of flowers. They were simple but that’s why you liked them, you didn’t need anything fancier like roses. You brought the daisies up to breathe in their scent, as you do so you notice Andy watching you warily. Your brows furrow as you look back up at him trying to work out what he was thinking, was he forcing himself to do this because he felt like he should, did he even want to do this?

“Back to normal right?” he offers.

You guessed that answered that question “Back to normal” you agree forcing a smile of your own as you moved to put the daisies in some water.

“I cooked some Mexican, I thought you might want something different after all those pasta dishes,” Andy says as he pulls a dish of enchiladas out of the oven and sets it on the table.

“It looks lovely thank you Andy, I’m sorry I didn’t dress up” you joke gesturing down to your sweats.

The most genuine smile you’ve seen tonight breaks out on Andy’s face as he walks back over to you “You look beautiful, always do, always will do” he smiles as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.

That was all it took to reassure you, if Andy held any resentment towards you for what happened with Ransom he wouldn’t be doing all this. Resentment could fester and grow without the person realising it, so you were determined to cling onto him for as long as you could. He was pulling away when you wrapped your arms around his waist. He froze for a second before wrapping his arms around you, his hand running up and down your back soothingly as he pressed kisses to the top of your head.

“Thank you Andy, this is all that I needed” you smile up at him.

He smiles warmly back at you before nodding his head towards the food “C’mon before it gets cold”

He rests his hand on your back as he guides you back towards the table, pulling out your seat for you. He sits down opposite you and grabs the bottle of wine he’d set out, he offers you some but you shake your head. He gives you a reassuring nod as he pours himself a glass before pouring out some water for you.

“Happy date night” Andy smirks lifting his glass.

You chuckle as you lift your glass to meet his “happy date night”

Andy began to serve out the food and asked you how the book you were reading was going. You felt your shoulders loosen as you began to tell him all about it, lines you had loved and where you thought the story was going. It felt like a normal evening dinner, even though there was less to talk about because neither of you were working or getting out much, the conversation never died out or felt forced.

When you were done you insisted on washing up since Andy had cooked, he tried to argue and help out but you weren’t having any of it. You only got him to give in when you suggested that he went and set up a movie upstairs.

A playful smile appeared on his lips “You might regret that when I pick a boring old movie” he warns as he makes his way upstairs.

Once you had cleared up and all the plates, you wiped down the sides and washed your hands making sure they were thoroughly clean before making your way upstairs. Walking into the bedroom you found Andy reclined back in bed, one arm outstretched behind his head, his other hand holding the remote.

“I found a movie on the History of the Button” he smirks when he spots you.

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter as you walked over “How long is it?” You ask as you climb into bed beside him.

“3 hours long” he smirks.

“No movie should be 3 hours long” you mutter as you get comfortable.

“You had no issues with the superhero movie being 3 hours long” Andy points out with a lopsided smile.

“That’s because it was superheroes, many of which are nice to look at for 3 hours, buttons and dusty historians are not fun” you argue making Andy laugh.

“I’m only joking, I found a romcom that I think you’d like, it came out a couple of months ago,” Andy says as he presses a couple of buttons on the remote, pulling up the movie.

“Oh…” you mutter when you recognise it, it was one of the movies you had watched while unknowingly trapped by Ransom “Yeah it's a good movie,” you say picking at your clothes.

Andy’s brows furrow in confusion for a second before realisation passes over his face, he shifts almost uncomfortably next to you “Oh right okay well we can find something else, um what about this? Only came out last week” he says finding a different movie.

“Yeah that looks good” you say forcing a small smile before moving to get more comfortable.

You shifted closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you tucked yourself into his side. You hear him swallow and blow out a small breath before the arm that was tucked behind his head moved to wrap around you. His fingers lazily running up and down your side.

You glance up at him to see him already looking down at you, his lips pursed for a moment before his gaze dropped as he said “I love you” quietly.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, it was all you wanted to hear from him and for a moment it shut up that voice in your head that had you doubting everything.

You let out a shaky breath “I love you too” you whispered.

A smile tugs at his lips as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before relaxing back and hitting play on the movie. You continued to watch him for a couple of minutes, studying every inch of him trying to commit it all to memory. His blue eyes with the smallest flecks of green, the gentle slope of his nose, the plush pink lips that poked through the thick beard that had the smallest tinges of red in some areas. You had already forgotten this face before, you never wanted it to happen again.

As the movie played and you watched the two protagonists fall in love you felt a strange feeling blossoming in your chest. It took you a moment to realise it was longing. Even as you lay in Andy’s arms you longed for that kind of ease and connection the characters had, the kind of connection that had felt stilted between you and Andy. you wanted that connection again, you needed that connection again.

Looking up at Andy you gently ran your hand over his chest to get his attention, when his gaze met yours you reached up to cup his cheek your fingers scratching through his beard. Andy blinked a couple of times in surprise before his lips twitched upwards, his hand moving to meet yours, fingers wrapping around yours as he gently kissed your palm.

The movie was forgotten as his attention shifted solely to you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he leaned down and kissed you softly. The kiss was barely there to begin with, his lips just ghosting over yours. But when you responded so did he, the kiss becoming more eager and firm.

You let out a hum of content when he rolled you onto your back, his knee pushing up between your thighs. You heard him let out a small growl when you ran your nails through his beard, the sound made heat blossom in your core, you needed this, needed him.

It was when you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer that he froze and pulled back.

“Wait. Are-are you sure?” He questions his eyes darting over your face.

“Yeah, I- I want this” you admit but when your gaze meets his you saw the hesitation and realised maybe he didn’t “Uh-unless you don’t want to” you stutter pushing back slightly to give him space.

Andy quickly shook his head and you saw him swallow “Of course I want to I just…” he starts before sighing “It’s not been long since you… got home”

You give him a shaky nod, your hand running down from his shoulder to his chest “I know” you admit, you really did but you also knew that you wanted him, you wanted, needed to feel normal “I want this Andy, I-I need- Please?” You managed to say.

Andy didn’t say anything for long enough that you were beginning to get worried, his eyes just scanning your face and you hated that you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You were about to push yourself away and tell him not to worry when his eyes flashed with something you didn’t recognise and he ducked down to kiss you deeply.

It wasn’t long until clothes were on the floor and his lips were exploring your body. You clung onto him tightly as he did so, you didn’t want an inch of space between you. Your back arched as his hands found your core, you felt his groan against your neck when he felt how aroused you were.

“Andy- please I- I need you” you whimpered.

Andy pulled back enough to look down at you, his gaze searched yours for a long moment before he nodded “Okay, okay” he whispered.

He leaned down to kiss you softly as he positioned himself between your legs. He seemed to pause for a moment before he slowly pressed into you. Your chest heaved as he filled you up and you felt his heavy breathing against the crook of your neck.

This was what you had been missing for so long without even realising it. This connection as your bodies become one, the unspoken love. It was perfect and it made sense. All the times you laid with Ransom it felt like something was missing, something was wrong, and being with Andy again made it all so clear. You had been missing him.

The way Andy moved was perfect, he knew your body in a way nobody ever did. He knew what you needed and what you wanted without you having to say a word. It had been a completely different story with Ransom, even when you told him what you wanted it always felt like he did what he needed, what he wanted.

When Andy moaned in your ear you snapped out of your thoughts. Your screwed your eyes shut and shook your head trying to shake the thought and image of Ransom from your mind. You took a couple of deep breaths centring yourself, getting yourself out of your head and just enjoying this moment with Andy. The man you loved, the only man you loved.

When you opened your eyes you found Andy already looking down at you. Your lips twitched upwards as you looked into his brilliant blue eyes, you cupped his cheeks and guided his lips down to yours hoping to translate the feeling of love you felt for him through it. He seemed to understand as he kissed you back fiercely.

It wasn’t long until you both found your highs, Andy collapsing back onto the bed beside you. He gave you a lazy smile as he leaned over to press a languid kiss to your lips. He then grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, the both of you too tired to watch anymore.

He let out a long yawn as he lay back down, he wrapped his arm around you and mumbled a tired I love you before settling down for the night. You shifted closer to him, laying your head back on his chest whispering that you loved him back but he was already asleep.

You weren’t sure how long you were laying there awake for, but it was long enough that your mind began to wander and replay the night. It had been sweet what Andy had done for you tonight but your mind then reminded you of all the times he seemed to hesitate and why that might have been.

Had he been picturing you laying with Ransom, did he find the image of that repulsive? Did he see you as tainted? Did he find you repulsive?

The more your mind ran away from you the more uncomfortable you felt. You suddenly felt dirty, like there was a layer of grime covering your skin. You shot out of bed, Andy stirring in response.

“Wha- where you?” he mumbled as he lifted his head from the pillow.

“I’m just getting a drink, I’ll be right back” you lie, he hums in response his head already falling back onto the pillow.

You silently crept into the bathroom, not daring to turn on the lights as you grabbed a washcloth from the side and began to wipe away the grime. The grime that Ransom left of you, the grime that repulsed Andy. You bit your lip as you felt tears beginning to build up, only letting silent sobs breakthrough as you repeatedly scrubbed your skin.

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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CHRISEVANSONLY FIC REQUEST LIST & INFO

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Hi everyone, for those that don’t know me i’m robyn, or you can call me roro, ro or rue whatever you’re comfortable with! I’m not entirely new to writing, I used to have a wattpad, and used to write fan fiction here and there! So I figured why not start that up again!

Below I’ll list who I write for and any info you should need if you’re wanting to request a fic!

Characters/People I Write For:

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

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WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT:

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starryevermore · 3 years

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the man you knew ✧ frank adler & andy barber

angst city™ library

pairing: frank adler x fem!reader; andy barber x fem!reader

summary: frank doesn’t realize he lost something good until it was too late, and andy isn’t the kind of man to give you up.

word count: 3,496

warnings?: angst city™ bitch, frank’s a teensy bit of a jerk but he technically means well, mostly focused on frank and reader but andy's there too, the ending’s kind of bad but we’re going to pretend it’s not, not proofread

Dating you was like a breath of fresh air. While a lot of single women without kids of their own like to say that they would love a man with a kid, the truth of the matter was, not all of them were ready for that man to put his kid first. A lot of them expect Frank to hold them higher than Mary, but he was not that kind of man. Yes, he had his boundaries, and yes, he did make sure to take care of himself and his needs. But making sure that Mary grew up in a happy home and was able to live a normal life came before everything, and everyone, else. Nothing ever got in the way of that. And, an unfortunate side effect of that was his love life took a back burner. He’d tried a few times over the years to date someone, but it never worked out.

So when he met you, he expected you to run the other way when you found out that Mary would always come first. But, surprisingly, you took it in stride. “I’d be fuckin’ pissed, Frank, if you didn’t put her first,” you snarked when he had to cancel a date because Mary needed him and, in the aftermath, he told you that she would always his number one girl. “You’re the only real family she’s got. She needs you more than I will. I’m a big girl—I can handle you putting your niece first.”

He fell for you even harder when you said that to him. He hadn’t done anything serious relationship-wise ever since he started taking care of Mary. But now, he was wanting you to become part of his life for real. To maybe introduce you to Mary when the relationship was serious enough.

And he eventually did.

Mary loved you to pieces. You’d stay over on the weekends, and he’d often wake up to Mary being back early from Roberta’s, baking cookies with you in the kitchen. You’d both be a mess, covered in flour, but dissolved into giggles, Mary looking happier than ever. And you’d both be pulling him over to decorate the cookies when they were out of the oven, acting like you were art critics as you both pretended to analyze whatever creation he came up with.

He never wanted it to end.

But, the longer you were together, the more he began to realize that he probably could never be all in with you. And the fact that he would always put Mary first suddenly weighed heavier than before. You deserved better. You deserved someone who put you first. Frank could never be that man. He swore he’d do things right by Mary. He...Fuck, he could just never be the kind of man that you deserved.

Which is what led him to where he was now, looking over at you as you were curled up in his bed, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. His chest felt heavy as he looked at you, trying to figure out the best way to say what he wanted to say.

And yet, when it came down to it, he perhaps said it in the worst way possible—

“We need to break up.”

The second the words left his mouth, he knew he said the wrong thing. That this wasn’t what he wanted, not really. Seeing the way you lifted your head up to look at him, the way your face crumpled up, the tears welling up in your eyes, the shuddering breath you let out why you tried to figure out what to say—it hit Frank like a ton of bricks. This was not what he wanted at all.

“Why?” you whispered, as if you didn’t trust your voice to not go out if you screamed at him.

And Frank wished he could’ve backtracked. Wished he could’ve said he made a mistake in saying that damn sentence. But, his mouth worked faster than his brain.

“You deserve someone better.”

“But you’re what I want,” you said.

“I can never give you the love you deserve. I have Mary to think about. I need to be there for her, and I know that I can never give you the kind of attention you deserve to get.”

“I knew you would put Mary first when I started dating you, Frank...I don’t mind—”

“Don’t make this harder than it should be,” he said. “I just...There’s no place for you here.”

“There’s no...Oh.” Your brows furrowed together, Frank’s heart sinking as he realized he was hurting you far more than he was helping you. Slowly, you pulled away from him, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and beginning to rise to your feet. “I, um, I’ll get out of your hair then.”

“Wait, Y/N, that’s not what I—” he said, reaching out to grab at your arm. He felt cold now. He didn’t like feeling cold.

You jerked away, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned away from him, starting to move towards the door. “I gotta go. If there’s anything of mine still here, just mail it back to me or something.”

“Y/N—”

“Take good care of Mary. If she...If she asks where I am, don’t...don’t say anything that’ll make her feel guilty. Can you promise me that?” you said.

Of course you’d be concerned about Mary when he was breaking your heart. You were always so good to her. Frank was half-convinced that if he asked Mary what she thought of you, she’d say that you were one of her best friends. God, he was such a fucking idiot.

“I promise.”

He’d wanted to argue, to push back, but...The damage was done. There was nothing left to say that could make this better. He watched as you walked away, tears streaming down his face. God, he wanted to run after you so badly, but he couldn’t make himself do it. He broke your heart. There was no way to come back from that.

In the morning, when Mary came back from Roberta’s, he struggled with how to break the news to her. How could he tell her that he forced you because of his own insecurities? That you would have rather been there with him, with them, but he acted like a fucking asshole and threw you out?

“Did Y/N leave already?” Mary asked. “She said she’d take me to the zoo, and I was wondering if we could do that today.”

“No...No, she can’t,” he said.

“Oh. Then tomorrow maybe?”

“No. You, uh...Y/N’s not gonna be around anymore.”

Her brows furrowed together. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?”

Frank had Mary pulled into his arms in an instant. He already hurt you. He couldn’t hurt Mary. “No, kid, it’s not you. You were...Y/N loves you so much, but I...I had to let her go.”

“Why? Don’t you love her?”

“I do, and that’s why I had to let her go...She deserved to be with someone better.”

“But she loves you, too! Isn’t that enough?”

“It’s so much more complicated than that,” he said, his cheek resting on the top of Mary’s head. “I just...I didn’t want her to feel like I couldn’t put her first. ‘Cause I can’t. And she deserved someone who could.”

“What did she think?” Mary sniffled.

“I...I didn’t ask.”

“Well you should’ve!” she said, starting to wiggle her way out of his arms, pushing against his chest, trying to get as far away as possible. “I like having her around! And she liked being around too!”

She finally wrenched herself out of Frank’s arms, storming off to her bed. She climbed under the covers, pulling her blanket over her head, pretending that she didn’t feel the bed dip when Frank sat on the edge, trying to apologize.

“Go away!” she said. “I don’t wanna see you.”

And, just like that, he’d done the one thing he never wanted to do. He’d hurt both of his girls.

Moving on from Frank wasn’t easy. You once thought that he’d be the man you’d marry. Apparently, he didn’t see the same future. He didn't see any future with him. He was content with casting you aside, acting as if you meant nothing to him or to Mary. When you’d gotten back to your home that day, you wondered if he’d said anything to Mary, asked her how she felt. You’d wager “no”, if you had to. It seemed like he was looking out for himself first and foremost.

Nevertheless, you tried. You put in a good faith effort. It’s just...living in the same town as your ex, passing by all of the places that used to belong to the two of you, was difficult. Everywhere you went, you saw Frank. In the figurative sense, of course. But, even when you did see him, catch his eye from across the grocery store, it still took everything in you to not fall apart.

So when your job wanted to relocate you to Boston, you knew what you had to do. You had to go. Even though Boston was marked with Frank, too, at least you didn’t have any personal memories with him there. It would be easier to pretend that he hadn’t hurt you the way he did.

Boston was better for you. Your heart didn’t feel as heavy. You didn’t feel like you were just going through the motions of it all. You carved out a little hole for yourself, found a nice apartment that you decorated just to your liking. (Though, if you were being honest with yourself, you did go a tad overboard but...home’s home, and you reasoned that it was the most important place you’d be so you deserved it.)

You established a nice routine for yourself. Work through the day Monday through Friday. Most evenings, you’d retire to your apartment, find some cheesy show to watch, enjoy a nice glass of wine. Maybe a puzzle if you were feeling adventurous. Friday nights, though, you’d treat yourself to a night out. There was a bar across the street from where you worked, and your coworkers would go there as a celebration of making it through another week of being a cog in the capitalist machine. It was a nice stress relief. And it kept you from slipping into the sad, lonely thoughts that would plague your mind if you allowed yourself to be alone for too long.

It was there that you met Andy.

Andy...He made you feel light. Like you didn’t have to shield parts of yourself a way, like you didn't have to put on an act and pretend that you were some happy, upbeat version of yourself. You could be vulnerable with him.

He had broken, shattered, pieces too. For the first few weeks you were in Boston, you’d sit beside each other at the bar, trading snarky comments about some of the louder, more obnoxious patrons. Slowly, you started talking about work. Andy was a lawyer, worked at the DA’s office for a while up in Newton, but moved down to Boston a few years back. Started working in estate planning, trusts, wills—that sort of thing. It wasn’t his most favorite area, but he got tired of constantly being in a court room, of constantly being on his A game. It was a lucrative area, though, so he couldn’t complain about the paycheck.

A few months into your weekly chats, you opened up enough to start seeing each other more regularly. You both were busy a lot of the time, sometimes having conflicting schedules, but you always made time for each other. Often, that meant spending time in your home or his, drinking wine, ranting about the stupidity of work. But, over time, it evolved into you curling into his side, pressing kisses along his jaw as he practically purred about how you were so good to him, that he’d never let you go.

By the time he asked you to be his, you knew there was only one answer: yes. You were still hurting over Frank, but Andy...He made you look forward to the future. And that was something you’d never want to let go. You never wanted it to be ruined.

Life, though, seemed to have other plans.

It took one year, two months, and fourteen days for Frank to crack. He’d heard from one of your friends that you’d moved to Boston, that you moved on from him. And he’d tried to be happy for you, tried to pretend that it didn’t feel like someone drove a dagger through his heart when he found out. But, he couldn’t stop himself from buying the next plane ticket to Boston, dropping of Mary at Roberta’s, ready to run right to you.

“You shouldn’t do this,” Roberta said as Mary flipped through her DVD collection, trying to find something to watch. “That girl’s moved on. She’s happy. Don’t ruin that.”

“I’m not going to...I just, I have to let her know I made a mistake.”

“She already knows you made a mistake.” She shook her head at him, her displeasure written clearly across her face. “You broke her heart. Probably made her feel like she was nothing to you. Imagine how she’s gonna feel when you waltz up to her and beg for forgiveness. If I was her, I’d squash you like the bug you are.”

“I love her.”

“But that wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

“I wanted her in my life. I still do. But I thought she deserved better—”

“And she’s found better. Leave her be.” Roberta stared at him, before letting out a sigh. “You’re still go down there, ain’t ya?”

“I just need to see her one last time.”

“Well, don’t be surprised when she slams the door in your face.”

You weren’t the one to slam the door in his face, though, when he got to your apartment.

In fact, you weren’t even home.

Your boyfriend was.

The man that stood on the other side of the door way was just a few inches taller than Frank, and he used every inch to tower over him. But Frank wasn’t the kind of man to be easily intimidated. He came here on a mission, and he was going to see it through.

“Is Y/N home?” Frank asked.

“Depends. Who’re you?” the man asked.

“I could ask you the same question.” Except, Frank knew that the man was Andy Barber, the lucky man who’d won your heart. And Frank was willing to bet that Andy knew who he was, too. Two could play this game.

Andy looked Frank up and down, before finally saying, “Alright, I’ll cut to the chase. Why the hell are you here?”

“So you know who I am.”

“Yeah, I know you’re the idiot who took Y/N’s heart, crumpled it up, and threw it back in her face ‘cause you wanted an easy way of the relationship.”

“That’s not how it went.”

“Oh? So you didn’t break her heart? Is that what you’re saying?” Andy raised a brow. “Because she told me what happened. How you said there was no place for her in your life. That you couldn’t even look her in the fucking eye when you told her to go. That you had the fucking audacity to act like you were doing her a favor—”

“I was doing her a favor!” Frank snapped. “At least I thought I was. I could never put her first, and I knew she deserved better than that. She’s a fucking angel, and she deserved someone who’d treat her like the treasure she is—”

“So why didn’t you? Because it sounds to me like you just decided it was too hard. That you decided she wasn’t worth putting in the work. I’ve been there. I know how hard it is to raise a kid and have a healthy love life, but I worked every day to make sure that everyone was loved and that they knew it.”

“And how’d that work out for you?”

It was a low blow, and Frank knew it. But he couldn’t help himself. Looking at Andy, he saw everything he could’ve had if he wasn’t such a moron. Andy had everything Frank could’ve wanted. Andy had you. And Frank could never forgive himself for the mistakes that he made.

But before Andy could land a blow himself, Frank was stumbling, a force knocking against his shoulder, brushing past him like he wasn’t even there. For a moment, Frank was ready to shout, to fight back, but god...It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when he saw you walking into your apartment.

“Y/N?” he breathed out, like he couldn’t believe you were in front of him.

You looked back, mock surprise washing over your face. “Oh. You’re here.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“Yeah, I’m sorry you’re here, too. Why are you even here? Didn’t you make it perfectly clear that you didn't want me in your life?”

If he didn’t know you so well, he’d think you were completely unaffected by his presence. But he could see the way your lip wobbled. He could see the tears you were trying to hold back. And it took everything in him to not surge forward, pull you into his arms, hold you as you cried.

That wasn’t his job anymore, though.

He’d given that up.

So, instead, he stood still, trying to wrack his brain for the right words to say. Everything that he’d rehearsed on the flight to Boston was erased from his mind. He couldn’t think of anything, except for how stupid he is. “I made a mistake,” he started.

“I did, too.”

“I—what?”

“I should’ve never let you take me out on a date, Frank Adler. I should’ve ran the other way the second you tried to butt your way into my life. I should’ve listened to my friends when they said they’d heard whispers about how you were a heartbreaker, how you couldn’t let any woman into your life. But instead, I was an idiot who thought I should give you a chance. That maybe there was more to you, maybe I could fix you. But there’s no fixing a man like you. Not when men like you decide that you’re happier being broken.”

“Y/N—”

“I’m speaking. And you’ll do well to listen,” you snapped. “I once thought that you could never hurt me. And you know, the Frank I knew probably never would. The Frank I knew was a good man, rough around the edges, sure. But he had a heart of gold. He loved his niece, wanted the best life possible for her. And I loved that about him. I loved how he put everything he had into making sure she knew she was loved. I loved how he put her first. And I still love that. Because I’ve been on the other side of that, I’ve been on Mary’s side. I know how much it hurts to feel like the person raising you couldn’t care less about you. And I saw you, being so good to her, and I thought you were a good man.”

He reached out, stumbling forward, wanting to take you into his arms, to wipe away your tears. But you only took a step back. You weren’t his to comfort anymore.

“The Frank I knew was a good man. The Frank I knew wouldn’t hurt me like you did. The Frank I knew wouldn’t come running back to shit on my happiness the second I’m doing better. The Frank I knew loved me, and I don’t have a fucking clue what you did with him.” You grabbed at Andy’s hand, tugging him further into the apartment. “And I don’t ever want to see you again. Because you’re not the Frank I knew, and I want absolutely nothing to do with you anymore. You said you had no place for me in your life. Fine. But you gotta live with that. You made your bed, now you gotta lie in it.”

And before Frank could say anything else, you slammed the door in his face, the lock clicking a moment later.

This wasn’t what Frank wanted.

But, this was what he deserved.

So, he turned, slowly walking out of the apartment building, knowing now that he was, in fact, the biggest idiot the world had ever seen. He’d once had everything he could’ve ever wanted, but he had to be the idiot who screwed it up for himself. And now he had to live with the consequences.

He wanted you to find someone who deserved you, and you did. And that man was not, and never would be, Frank.

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Jingle Bell Rock (Frank Adler x Reader)

Pairings: Frank Adler (Gifted) x You

Warnings: Swearing (seriously, like one swear word) Fluff

This is another imagine idea from @mycapt-ohcapt and the blog @randomcevans that I decided to turn into a one-shot!!

Imagine: Imagine decorating the Christmas Tree with Frank and Mary while listening to music. Jingle Bell Rock comes on and the three of you begin dancing with each other, holding hands and twirling, shaking booties, and being a silly family making memories.

It was going to be a weird Christmas for you. That much was for sure. You grew up on the East Coast, always having snow for Christmas. But after being dumped by your boyfriend and then having your sister move to Florida with her daughter made you want to move also.

Your sister was much older than you, and always a great role model, so when she suggested you move with her and your niece, you took the chance. That was how you met Mary, and Frank.

Your niece was in Girl Scouts and while your sister was too busy being a single mom and working her ass of for her daughter, you took the initiative to volunteer as one of their troop leaders.

From the moment you met Mary, you knew she was a brilliant little girl; and after having a few drinks with Frank at Ferg’s bar one night, you found out she was not only brilliant, but gifted. The way Frank talked about his niece made your heart swell with pride; the same way you thought of your niece.

It was nice having someone to compare stories with, even though he was raising his niece and you were just a supportive aunt in your case. But all the same, you clicked with Frank from that moment on.

It was just shy of eight months of dating Frank when he asked you to come over and help put up the Christmas tree at his house with Mary. He knew you were starting to feel home sick, especially with the lack of cold and snow. Hell, he understood since he grew up in Massachusetts.

As you walked up to the small house you could hear Christmas music being played at an awfully loud, yet it brought a smile to your face. Ringing the doorbell you could hear some clattering going on inside before Frank opened the door.

He was covered in tinsel as his hands held a blob of what looked like Christmas lights. “Sorry,” he spoke as he held up the tangled lights. “I’ve been at this for nearly an hour trying to get this untangled.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how lost he looked. Mary then came into view, running up to your and wrapping her small arms around your waist for a hug. “You came you came!” she cheered, taking your hand and bringing you inside.

“Of course I came. I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”

Mary sat down on the floor as she took the lid off a box of personal ornaments and started to go through them. You on the other hand began to help Frank unravel the mess in his hands. With Christmas music playing in the background, you soon found yourself to be having a grand time; loving every minute you spent with these two. It seemed cliché, having only been dating Frank for eight months, but they were your family and you loved them.

“White Christmas” by Bing Crosby began to play through the speakers and your heart dropped. Looking out the windows, you saw nothing but lush green grass and palm trees. It shouldn’t upset you this much, but you couldn’t help it.

“Hey,” Frank whispered softly to you, making you turn to face him. “I know it can be rough. My first year here with Mary during the holidays was the worst. Not because I was taking care of her,” he spoke as he looked down at his niece who was humming to the song and going through ornaments. “I know it’s weird to all of a sudden have warm weather when you are so used to it being frigid cold and snow everywhere.”

A soft smile graced your lips as you looked lovingly at your boyfriend. “I just don’t know why I feel so down about now having snow,” you tried to joke.

“It’s what you are used to. But look at where you are now. You are here, with me and Mary. Surrounded by love.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words; Mary overhearing as she came to give you a hug and Fred purring at your feet.

After that, Frank kept you distracted during the rest of the song as the two of you FINALLY managed to get the lights untangled and placed upon the tree. “Jingle Bell Rock” then came onto the radio and Mary began to jump up and down with joy.

“This is my FAVORITE song!” she cheered as she began singing to the lyrics.

“Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Rock,

Jingle Bells Swing and Jingle Bells Ring”

Mary stood up on the coffee table and began to dance around, using a candy cane as her microphone.

“Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun,

Now the jingle hop has begun!”

She jumped down from the coffee table and grabbed your hands in hers. You couldn’t help but sing along with her.

“Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock,

Jingle bells chime and jingle bell time,

Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square,

In the frosty air!”

This time both you and Mary each grabbed one of Frank’s hands, swirling around him and dancing.

“What a bright time, it’s the right time,

To rock the night away,

Jingle bell time is a swell time,

To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh.”

The three of you laughed and danced around the small living room, having the time of your life.

“Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet,

Jingle around the clock, Mix and a-mingle with the jingling feet,

That’s the jingle bell rock!”

Mary was on fire with such excitement as she got back up on the coffee table, belting out the lyrics like the pro that she was.

The song continued as the three of you swirled and twirled around the house. You picked up Fred and began singing to him too; shaking your booty around and you didn’t miss the looks of excitement Frank was giving you.

As the song ended, you collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and with giggles from all the fun you were having. It was something you needed to get you out of your holiday funk.

Taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart, you looked at the tree, all lit up. The only thing missing was now the ornaments. “Can I give her the present now?” Mary asked Frank which caused you to furrow your brows in confusion.

Frank looked to you before giving Mary a nod. She gleefully ran over to where her bed was. Picking up her pillow, you saw her grab a small box before rushing back over to you. “This is from Frank, Fred and me.”

With a shy smile, you began to open the packaging carefully. Once the wrapping paper was off, you lifted the lid and removed the tissue paper. Your heart nearly stopped at what you saw. Taking the ornament out of the box, you tried to hold back your tears. It was a small picture frame ornament, with a picture of you, Frank, Mary and Fred with the words ‘Our First Christmas Together’ on it.

“Oh wow,” you spoke with a shaky voice as you looked to Mary and then to Frank.

“It was Mary’s idea,” Frank said as he came to sit down next to you. “And I thought it was rather perfect for us.” You leaned over, giving him a chaste kiss as your heart fluttered with love.

“Now Frank wants to ask you something,” Mary said with a grin.

“Mary,” Frank scolded as he looked at his niece.

She shrugged. “What? You wanted to ask her by Christmas. Might as well do it now.”

You gave Frank a perplexed looked. He took the ornament out of your hands, placing it gently down on the coffee table. He then took your hands in his. “I know we’ve only been dating for eight months, but it feels right. It feels like we are a family…the four of us. I was hoping you would like to move in with us?”

Your eyes grew wide as you turned to look at Mary. She had a smug grin on her face as she nodded her head. “Are…are you serious?”

“More serious than I have ever been about anything,” Frank responded with a gentle squeeze of your hands.

You didn’t even need to think about your answer. It was something you thought about for a long time if Frank were to ever ask you. “Yes! Of course! I would love to!”

Mary screeched in delight as she came and hugged you, giving you a kiss to your cheek. In front of other people, she was always so poised, but you got to see this other side of her; the kid in her.

She grabbed the ornament and went to place it on the tree as Frank gave you a smoldering kiss. You didn’t want the kiss to end, but the two of you knew not to show too much of that kind of affection in front of Mary. “I love you Y/N,” Frank said; the lights from the tree twinkling in his eyes.

“I love you too Frank.”

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New Beginnings (Part 4)

Frank Adler x OFC

A/n: It’s been a hot minute… sorry! Life, you know? Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: Evelyn… or should I say “evil-lyn”? IDK lol

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There were three rules Annie told herself she was going to follow, when she arrived in Florida.

Number one, she was going to see the ocean. The closest thing she’d seen to an ocean was Lake Superior in Duluth, with its vast, open water… but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to smell the spray of salt in the air and feel real ocean sand under her feet. Though the salt would definitely fuck with her curly hair, turning it into a complete frizz-ball, she was ready to take the necessary steps – and buy enough leave-in conditioner to fill a gallon bucket – to see the water.

The second rule she told herself was that she was going to move on. After the death of her parents, breaking up with Lance, and leaving the comfort of her home state… it was time. It was her decision to make the move, and she had to put on her big girl panties and deal with the repercussions. Even though she missed Gavin and Gracie with her entire heart. She was going to make new friends, start getting back out there and date, and explore her new environment – see rule number one.

The last rule was that she was going to stay relatively drama-free. That rule had already been broken, the day she got the call from Gracie saying that her brother’s brakes had been tampered with, and her little stalker had sent a letter to her new address – further proving that he would follow her to the ends of the earth. Drama free might have been on her wish list of life goals, but… it was easier said than done.

She was lucky, though. She had people who made the entire thing bearable. Mary and Roberta were over the second that Annie was back from work, she’d made a few new work friends, and Frank had been exceptionally nice to her since watching her break down on her back porch. He’d even gone out of his way to invite Annie and Elena to the beach with him, Mary, and Roberta – helping her check off rule number one on her list.

Thankfully, it was not an ‘adults wearing a swimsuit’ type ordeal. She didn’t know if she could physically handle seeing Frank in a swimsuit, without needing to baptize herself in the ocean to cool the hell off. Shirts were left on, toes were dipped in the chilly water, and sandcastles were made. Annie had practically annoyed the other two adults to death with her need to document the girls having fun in the sand – especially when she’d gotten an adorable picture of Mary on Frank’s shoulders – until Frank had finally had enough, taking her phone away and telling her to enjoy living in the moment.

What he didn’t understand, was that she wanted to re-live the happiness she was feeling at that moment, over and over again.

That’s why she wanted to document it.

“Knock knock!” Annie heard Mary yell from the back door, knocking on the storm door, which had been opened to let the breeze waft through the kitchen. “Can Roberta and I come in?”

“It’s open!” Annie called back, changing her shirt into something more comfortable. “I’ll be out in a second! There’s lemonade in the fridge!”

Pulling on a slouchy top, she heaved a sigh at the sight of the bright sunburn that burned over her entire upper body. She’d worn SPF fucking 50 and still got burnt! Stupid pale ass skin. At least it wasn’t as bad as it had been the day after they’d gotten back from the beach. That had been a nightmare of cranked-up AC, aloe gel, a shit ton of cold water, and some ice packs. She’d banished herself to the indoors until the burn was more of an angry, peeling pink.

Walking into the kitchen, she saw that Mary had another stack of books in her possession, containing facts about the Mexican culture.

“-and they have this holiday. It’s the one that was on that movie Coco. It’s called, ‘Día De Los Muertos’. Day of The Dead.” She explained to Elena, who didn’t look the slightest bit interested in what Mary had to say – considering she was wolfing down a stack of banana slices. “It goes from October 31st, to November 2nd. It’s super interesting. We should try to help you learn about it, and maybe even celebrate it. I think you’d enjoy it.”

“You finally sat down and watched Coco, huh?” Annie chuckled, smoothing down Mary’s hair before taking a seat next to Elena and stealing a piece of her banana when she wasn’t looking. “What did you think?”

“I can see why it won so many awards.” She replied, shrugging her shoulders and brushing her bangs away from her face. “Plus, I think it’s a good thing for the both of you to celebrate. It’s supposed to be a way to remember those in your family who have died. I don’t know if you believe in praying, or not – that’s your business – but it’s a way to pray to your loved ones who are gone.”

The pang that Annie got in her chest at the mention of her parents almost made her unable to swallow the little chunk of banana she’d stolen from Elena. She had a feeling that the pain would never go away… but would only become a dull pain as time went on. “I’ll think about it. It might be easier to teach Elena about it when she’s older, so she can understand what she’s celebrating.”

“You have a fair point.” Mary replied, sipping her glass of lemonade. “Frank told me that he can’t be the one to decide what I want to believe in. He said that I had to figure that out for myself.”

“Well, don’t tell Frank, but I agree with him.” She smiled at the young girl, snatching another piece of Elena’s banana – unfortunately getting caught and earning herself a whine from her daughter – before standing from the chair and walking over to her freezer. “I almost forgot. I got you something.”

Roberta’s face lit up in humor, knowing exactly what Annie was about to pull out of her freezer.

“What? What did you get me?” Mary switched into child-mode, practically bouncing in her chair at the idea of a surprise. “What is it?”

“Close your eyes.” Annie commanded, hand on the handle of the freezer, “And no peeking.”

The little girl did as she was told, scrunching her eyes closed, her entire face scrunching up along with them. She looked as if she’d just eaten something completely sour. “I’m not looking.”

Annie ripped open the door, taking the small package out of the freezer – the loud crinkle of the wrapper making Mary literally bounce in anticipation.

With a large grin, Annie held out the gift, so it was right in front of Mary’s face, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Mary’s eyes opened so comically fast, she looked as if she’d been a cartoon with her eyes about to bug out of her head. Once the gift registered, her eyes lit up in excitement, a shrill squeal escaping as she held out her hands to take the SpongeBob popsicle that Annie was currently offering. “A SpongeBob!”

The thing was a large popsicle bar that was shaped like SpongeBob SquarePants, colored yellow with the telltale buck-teeth and tie. The eyeballs were these weird black-colored gumballs that either fell off or turned your teeth black when you chewed it. Annie had showed a picture of it to Mary days prior, to which Mary had informed her that she’d never even tried popsicles that were shaped like characters. She’d only ever had the ones that come in the plastic tube that Mary had called a freezer pop, and Annie had called it a freezie – sparking a debate about the different terminology between Minnesotans and Floridians.

Apparently, Minnesotan’s were weird for saying ‘hotdish’ versus ‘casserole’.

Handing Mary the wrapper, Annie was glad to watch the girl act her age. She’d begun to appreciate the moments that the young girl would act like a normal eight year-old girl. Mary was one of a kind, but she was still so young. It was easy to forget, since she held more knowledge than most adults, and – after all the bullshit that Frank went through for Mary – Annie was determined to help her feel like she was having a normal childhood.

Frank didn’t ask her to do that – obviously, since he didn’t even know Mary told her about the court case and Mary’s mother – but she was going to do it, anyways.

“What do you say, Mary?” Roberta raised a brow at her as Mary tore through the packaging to get to the goods. “Mary?”

“Sorry!” Mary stiffened, turning to Annie with wide eyes, “Thank you for getting this for me.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Annie snorted, snatching the wrapper to toss in the trash. Her lips were lifted in humor, watching as Mary eyed the colorful pop greedily before damn near taking a chunk out of the top.

Turning to the sink to wash the sticky juice from her finger, she heard Elena whine for a bite – completely disregarding the delicious fruit she had in front of her and wanting the SpongeBob pop.

“You can have a bite, Elena.” Mary replied, her tone serious as she held the bar out halfway to the toddler. “But you have to say ‘please’.”

“Peeeeesh.” She whined out, making grabby hands at the bar. “Peeeeees.”

“Close enough.” Mary sighed, letting Elena take a small bite off the corner. “But you can’t have the gum. It’s bad for toddlers. You could choke.”

“That’s right, baby.” Roberta agreed, glancing at the pair over her book she’d grabbed from her bag on the floor. “You be careful with the gum, too. Don’t go swallowing it.”

As Mary started spouting facts about how long it took for the human body to digest chewing gum, Annie noticed movement outside the window above her sink.

Someone had pulled into the little parking area in front of Frank and Mary’s house.

It was an expensive car, the sleek body sticking out like a sore thumb among the older, dirtier cars in the area. The car was shiny and black, windows tinted dark enough that Annie couldn’t see the shape of the person driving.

That was, until the driver opened the door.

It was a woman. An older woman. She was dressed in a pristine pair of slacks and a crisp, white blouse. Her strawberry blonde hair was perfectly curled, and her face was hidden behind a pair of large designer sunglasses. She leaned back into the car, grabbing a large bag, before power-walking down the little path to Frank’s front door.

As she knocked on the front door, Annie turned to the ladies at the table in confusion, “Mary, honey, is Frank expecting someone? There’s a woman knocking on your door.”

Roberta’s demeanor immediately changed from her usual care-free self, to defensive and tense. Her shoulders stiffened as she quickly turned to glance out the kitchen window, narrowing her eyes at the woman who was knocking on Frank’s front door – face scrunched up in annoyance. “That’s Frank’s mom. Evelyn Adler.”

“Evelyn’s here?” Mary’s eyes lit up, as she wiped the colorful juice from her face with the back of her hand and set the pop on the wrapper. Annie, watching the sticky mess that Mary had made on her face and on the back of her hand, quickly grabbed a rag and wet it in the sink to help her clean up. “She said she was going to bring me more books!”

“Well, clean your face first.” She chuckled, handing Mary the rag before wiping her own hands on a towel hanging on the oven handle. “You don’t want to mess up Evelyn’s nice, white shirt with your SpongeBob hands.”

“Roberta, look.” Mary pointed to the melting SpongeBob, which only had one eye. “He looks like Fred.”

That loosened Roberta up a bit, as she snorted at the young girl’s antics. “Go say hello to Evelyn, before she leaves because she thinks you’re not around.”

The little blonde booked it towards the back door, screaming out her grandmother’s name in joy as she bound down the little, cement steps and ran to Evelyn – who looked shocked that Mary was coming from a random house.

“Do we go out there?” Annie asked Roberta, watching as Evelyn handed Mary the bags.

“You go out there with Elena,” The older woman replied, pulling her cellphone out from her bag. “I’ll call Frank and let him know that his mother is here.”

Oh, god. Did Annie really want to meet the infamous Evelyn Adler? After all the stories about the court case, and how Mary felt that her grandmother only wanted custody of her because she was smart? She’d rather punch the woman in her perfect teeth than have a civilized conversation with her, but… she’s an adult. She has to at least attempt to be the bigger person.

“Come on, Mija.” Annie cooed at Elena, holding her hands out to the toddler. “Wanna’ go outside to play with Mary?”

“May!” She screeched, attempting Mary’s fairly easy name. “Momma! May!”

“Yes, silly girl.” She snorted, sliding her out from her booster chair. “Mary.”

Hiking her up on her hip, Annie walked through the kitchen – nabbing her sunglasses off the counter and sliding them on – before throwing open the back door and stepping into the warm sunlight. The sun was too hot on Annie’s sunburn, but she ignored it – letting Elena down, so she could run to Mary.

“MAYYYY!!!!”

“It’s Mary, goofball.” Mary giggled, holding out her arms and crouching down to scoop up the small, curly-haired toddler. “Evelyn, this is Elena. Annie’s her mom. They live next door.”

“Hi!” Annie jogged over, a smile on her face. Fake it ‘till you make it, bitch. She outstretched her hand, praying that Evelyn wouldn’t copy the way she first met Frank, and leave her hanging. “I’m Annie.”

“Evelyn Adler.” With a mild look of distaste, Evelyn grasped her outstretched hand and shook it gently. Holy crap, this lady’s British? Why doesn’t Frank have an accent? Because that wouldn’t be fair to the world. “Charmed.”

“Nice to meet you.” Annie shoved her hands in her shorts pockets, awkwardly. Stop thinking about her son while she’s standing there. This woman looks like she could read minds. “Frank’s on his way home from work, I think, if you wanna’ wait for him. I have some lemonade in my kitchen, if you’re thirsty.”

“How old is your daughter?” Evelyn asked, ignoring Annie’s offer and watching as Mary and Elena played with a random kickball in the yard. “She looks barely two.”

“She’ll be two in just a few months.” A small pang of distrust squeezed Annie’s chest, as she watched the disgusted look on Evelyn’s face. “She’s kind of short, but I think that’s my fault. I got the short gene.”

“You have a toddler in these living conditions?” Evelyn scoffed, glancing around at the brightly colored houses in distaste. “The bugs alone is reason enough to have this place condemned.”

Now hold on a damn minute.

There was nothing wrong with the eclectic houses in the little community. In fact, most of them were freshly painted and there were talks of putting in a small playground. There were only bugs outside. Where they belonged. You hadn’t even seen a spider, yet, in your house. And what was with that tone? What was she trying to imply?

“Though I suppose I’m not surprised that Frank would choose a dump like this to raise my granddaughter.” She continued, glaring at the small pile of tools that littered Frank’s front step from his little project that morning. “He’s always been more concerned about what’s best for him.”

“Now, hold the hell on.” Annie held up her hand, tone firm. “I might not have known Frank for very long, but you’re one hundred percent wrong. He’s only concerned about what’s best for Mary. Frank’s number one priority has always been Mary. Can you say the same?”

“Excuse me?” She took a step back in outrage, hand flying to her chest like she hadn’t ever been offended like that in her life. Ever the victim, Evelyn? “Who the hell are you to judge me, you little harlot.”

Don’t lose your cool, Annie. Don’t lose your cool.

“Woah, now, lady.” Annie’s arms crossed over her chest as she tried to keep her voice down, so the girls didn’t hear them. “Who the hell are you calling a harlot? Anyways, what kind of mother says shit like that about their own child, huh?”

“What do you know about parenting?” She sneered, standing tall and looking down at Annie like she was beneath her. “What kind of mother-”

“Evelyn, what the hell?” Suddenly Frank was standing in front of Annie, shielding her from Evelyn’s wrath with his towering stature. Everyone has a towering stature compared to you, Annie. His arms were crossed defensively, as he glared down at the older woman with the same level of distaste. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Annie glanced over at the young girls, who were too enthralled by the kickball and ignoring the arguing adults altogether. Good. The girls didn’t need adult drama in their life. Roberta was sitting on Annie’s step, watching the girls but sneaking glances over at the scene unfolding before them. Stepping out from behind Frank, Annie took a few steps back and watched the younger girls. She snuck glances, like Roberta, and listened to the two while standing on the sidelines – hoping it’d be perceived as moral support, rather than eavesdropping.

“I came to bring Mary some more books.” Evelyn sighed, running her perfectly manicured fingers through her hair in frustration. “Honestly, Frank, do you even care about her education? She needs more books.”

“She goes to her classes, she has her books, you get her books… She’s fine, Evelyn.” Frank nearly growled, which sent a small shiver down Annie’s spine. Down, girl. “I told you that you could come see her, if you were civil. What I just walked in to was the opposite of civil.”

“Oh, please.” Evelyn laughed, condescending tone in full force. It was a surprise that anyone talked to this woman willingly. “That little squabble was merely me putting a little harlot in her place.”

Annie whipped around with a glare, watching the older woman watch her with a glint of satisfaction in her eye. Turning to Frank, Annie calmed her demeanor, “I’m going to walk away before I sucker-punch the elderly.”

As Annie turned back around, a warm hand was suddenly wrapped gently around her wrist – holding her in place. “Hold on, Annie.” Annie glanced at Frank in confusion, but his scowl was directed at his mother. “Evelyn’s leaving.”

“Do I at least get to say goodbye to my granddaughter?” Evelyn’s face faltered slightly, but she caught herself and crossed her arms over her chest. “Or are you going to keep that from me, as well?”

Frank’s shoulders dropped slightly, and his hand slipped from Annie’s wrist – taking his warmth with it and leaving her skin to tingle. “Of course, you can. If she wants a relationship with you, I’m not going to keep that from her.”

Evelyn’s only response was a hum, as she walked towards the young girls and called out Mary’s name. Annie couldn’t hear the quiet conversation between Evelyn and Mary, but Mary sprung forward and wrapped Evelyn in a hug – laughing when Elena did the same. Evelyn’s demeanor shifted into a happier one, as she gently patted the toddler on the head and bid her goodbye to her granddaughter.

“I’m sorry about her.” Frank’s deep voice cut through the silence, and Annie’s eyes flicked over to the seething man. His shoulders were tense as he shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to glare in Evelyn’s direction while the young girls were watching. “This is the first time we’ve seen her in person for… a while.”

Annie watched his eyes track the older woman’s movements until she was back in her shiny car, speeding off towards the town. She could hear Roberta – ever the mind reader – calling the girls inside to have some more lemonade and finish their snack. “You don’t have to apologize for her, Frank.”

“I know, it’s just…�� He cut off, turning quickly and stalking towards the garage, hands shaking by his sides. Annie jogged after him, as he continued, “God! She’s just…” He whirled around at Annie, startling her into freezing on the spot – a small pang of anxiety and panic squeezing at her chest. If he were a cartoon character, his tanned face would be flaming red and steam would be shooting out of his ears. “What the hell were you two arguing about?”

She hesitated for a moment, not sure how to proceed. She could straight up tell him the bullshit that was spouting out of his mother’s mouth – possibly pissing him off further. She could pretend like it was no big deal – though, he would more than likely know that she was omitting the truth. She didn’t want Frank to be upset, but at the same time… Evelyn made her bed.

She settled for a happy medium.

“You.” She shrugged, adjusting her sunglasses and running a hand through her annoyingly frizzing hair. She needed to hit up a salon for some better hair product. This salty humidity was ruining her hair. “The girls didn’t hear anything, though.”

He stared at her for a moment, analyzing her – though she wasn’t sure if it was because he thought she was lying or what was going on in that head of his. Though, secretly, she didn’t mind him staring at her. This just wasn’t the situation she had in mind when she fantasized about him doing it… Knock it off, Annie. Jesus Christ.

Turning back around, he stomped over to his front step, gathering the leftover tools that he’d left there from that morning’s project. His hands were trembling as he threw the tools into his metal tool box with loud clangs, cutting through the silent breeze of the late afternoon. Annie was waiting for the moment. The moment he lost it.

It was like he was toilet cleaner and tin foil in a Gatorade bottle…

He was about to explode.

“Fuck!” He dropped a screw driver onto the sidewalk, before tossing his entire toolbox onto the ground – making Annie jump in place, heart pounding from the sudden clang of metal. Here’s the explosion. “God dammit.”

She watched as he slid onto the steps, running both hands through his hair – nearly ripping out the soft-looking strands – and trying to breathe properly.

Annie knew exactly what it felt like to be that frustrated. Though, she had a great relationship with her mother, she was very aware of what it felt like to be on the edge of a breakdown because of another human being. She felt that way every time she encountered her stalker. It was a feeling that left a knot in your stomach, and made you want to pull your hair out.

Taking a tentative step forward, she slowly approached him like he was a wild animal – ready to spring and attack. “Frank.”

He glanced up at her, and the mother inside of her nearly keeled over in heartbreak. Those were the eyes of a young kid. One who desperately wished for the love of a mother who didn’t give him the time of day. The look of a child who just wanted to desperately be loved. The shine of heartbreak in those beautiful blue eyes nearly brought her to tears.

He must have sensed the sympathy radiating from Annie’s petite form, because his face immediately became impassive, a wall building up before her very eyes. God… this guy was just as damaged as she was. His shoulders tensed slightly, eyebrows pulling together for a moment as she watched him get worked up, again.

Suddenly, he sprung up, scaring Annie slightly as she took a giant step back. “She’s a real piece of fucking work, I swear to god.” He began pacing, back and forth in the grass a few feet away from the steps, where Annie retreated – sitting down and watching him pace like an angry zoo animal. “She comes out of nowhere – out of nowhere – and suddenly wants a relationship with Mary? Why? Because she’s a genius?” He stopped, throwing his hands up in the air for a moment – as if shouting to the high heavens. “If she gets her fucking claws into her, she’s going to end up like my fucking sister.”

Annie was taken aback by that statement, though not completely shocked.

From what little she knew about the situation, he was pretty accurate.

“Over my dead fucking body is Mary going to end up like Diane!” He nearly shouted at Annie, as she sat there patiently, waiting for him to let it all out. Clearly, he needed it. This man needs a therapist. Who didn’t nowadays? He went back to pacing, scratching at his tamed beard for a moment while he pieced together what was running through his mind. “She fucking disowned Diane when Mary was born. She doesn’t deserve any moment of Mary’s time.”

He stopped, glancing at Annie’s house as if Mary could suddenly hear every word he was saying, shoulders sagging.

It was Annie’s turn to talk, now.

She sprung up, brushing off the back of her shorts and smoothing down her slouchy shirt. “Alright, get in the truck.”

Turning to her, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he tilted his head, “What?”

“Get. In. The. Truck.” She repeated slowly, gesturing to her old pickup with the best mom-face she could muster. “You’re going to give me directions to the nearest drinking establishment, and we’re going to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Too bad.” She began walking towards her house, Frank slowly following behind her. His lips twitched slightly upwards as her tiny frame bossed at him, but she was too busy taking charge to notice. “I’m going to ask Roberta to watch the kids and grab my purse. Truck’s unlocked. Get in it, Adler.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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mrs-captain-evans · 5 years

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🎄🎅🏻 Christmas Cookies 🎅🏻🎄

Frank Adler (Gifted) x You

Imagine baking Christmas cookies with Frank and Mary. Jingle Bells by Michael Buble was playing from the speaker on the table. The ingredients were spread out along the kitchen side, with the oven on and prepped for baking. Mary was stood on a step to reach the counter top, making it easier for her to mix together the flour and sugar. Singing along with her, you shook your bum to the beat, laughing. With floury hands, Frank squeezed your ass leaving white hand prints on your black pants. You sent him a sly, cheeky smile, and bit your lip in anticipation for what was to come later.

Originally posted at @randomcevans for December to Imagine

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before-we-get-started · 2 years

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My 2021 Favorites

Following the lead of @thedarkplume and sharing my favorite reads from 2021. Thanks to all of you that blog and share your stories with us. I read tons this year, and honestly, there were only a couple that I didn’t finish. Appreciate the time you all take to craft such amazing work!

It’s important to note – ALL of these blogs are 18+. Follow this guidance and don’t read if you’re not old enough (you'll be blocked for sure). These are in no particular order, they’re all fantastic.

Ok, here we go…

@k-evans-writes, Higher Love – Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison. This series is SO fun and Chris and Nickie’s world is the best! Great character development, our hero and heroine are trying to navigate the terrain of a relationship between two mega stars. I sit impatiently every week waiting for the next chapter 😊

@stargazingfangirl18 is one of my favorite finds this year. Everything she writes is great but a couple stand out. The first is Taken

Dark!Steve Rogers, Dark!Ransom Drysdale and Dark!Andy Barber. Warning: This is a brutal read and not for everyone. It’s incredibly compelling and well written, but proceed with caution.

My favorite of her work, however, is Necessary Arrangements, a Mob AU series with some of our favorite Chris Evans fictional babes. This story is FANTASTIC. It’s so clever and we learn more each chapter about the “readers” and their relationships. Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale and Ari Levinson are some bad dudes but don’t give up on them – each chapter we get more insight into their stories and who they really are. And there is some delicious smut to be had! I highly recommend this one, don’t miss it, it’s great.

The next one is one that’s ongoing and she gave us a DOUBLE CLIFFHANGER before the holidays, so I’ve been knee-deep in suspense waiting impatiently for more! I am so damned excited for more of this, I took out a cone in the Chick-Fil-A drive thru when I saw on my phone that a chapter of this story had posted (it was one that had already posted but I’m so READY for more!). This story belongs to @river-soul, The Witness. Your testimony is set to put away one of Boston’s biggest mobsters - your former boss (Ari Levinson!). Stuck on an isolated farm with Marshal Steve Rogers, unexpected threats and complications arise as the trial approaches. Andy Barber is your attorney and you’ll meet some other friends from the MCU as well. This is such an incredibly crafted story and the characters are so well defined. There is a ton of suspense, you're constantly uneasy waiting for what's ahead and Reader really gets put through the ringer – such an excellent read. DO NOT MISS THIS ONE. P.S. Everything @river-soul writes is amazing so be sure to check out her masterlist.

@mycapt-ohcapt, Escape with Chris Evans – Chris Evans x OFC Nicole Frasier – When Nicole wins a contest to visit an escape room with Chris Evans, she never imagined what might happen and what the future would hold. Great chronicle of the development of a relationship, characters are well written. Gets kind of angsty but such a good read. I discovered this fic on WattPad, you can find it there as well.

@rodrikstark, Everything and Beyond – Steve Rogers x Reader – This is a sweet, fluffy budding romance that makes you root for this couple to get together. Very enjoyable read.

@avintagekiss24, We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love – Steve Rogers x black!reader, but this story has ALL our fave CE characters in the house. This is ethereal, elegant and well-written with some world class smut that is truly the ultimate fantasy. Compelling and twisty. Your panties are going to be toast after this one.

@heliOs-writes, Slow Like Honey – This is another writer I’m so glad I found. Absolutely stellar, every work on the masterlist. Eloquent writing and well thought-out stories and characters on the whole list. This particular story is Steve Rogers and his daughter’s first grade teacher and their budding romance. I love how Steve is portrayed here, flawed but so sweet. It’s a real, slow love story with great character development. I love the way Steve is portrayed in all these stories, so good! And some delicious smut along the way!

Another of my favorite writers (though I don’t think she’s writing any more) is @tropicalcap. The only way I know to describe her storytelling is that it’s effortlessly beautiful. I love, love, love her portrayal of Steve Rogers in all her stories. ALL of them. And they’re all amazing, read them all, but particularly I love (and re-read often) On the Line. I laugh out loud every time, it’s so good. Steve Rogers x Reader throughout her stories have this passionate relationship that’s chill and intense at the same time, and there’s so much beautiful, languid lovemaking – she’s just such a good writer!

I also love way too many stories to list by @worksby-d, check our her masterlist, so much good stuff here!

@jtargaryen18 – She is one of my very favorite writers. One of her fics was the first I read when I found Tumblr, and she just keeps writing great stories. Though they’re all good, this year I loved and recommend

1) All Heaven in a Rage – this is Steve Rogers x Reader. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught Steve’s eye following the Snap becomes a dangerous obsession. While this is a Dark!Steve Rogers, I think it’s such a great and realistic portrayal of what it must have been like for the Avengers after the snap. After the devastating lost suffered at the hands of Thanos, Steve is distraught and he just wants to save someone – his intentions are pure, even if they’re twisted. Such a good story!

2) Out of Darkness – Curtis Everett x Reader – This one is still in progress. Full disclosure – I haven’t seen Snowpiercer. I’m seriously squeamish when it comes to graphic violence and my friends tell me there’s lots of it, but I get the gist of the story and I love this depiction of Curtis. It’s difficult in such a dystopian society but our reader is truly a badass and I love her moxie in this story. Lots of suspense as Reader earns Curtis's trust and they slowly fall in love with plenty of angst and suspense, so good!!!

3) His Inheritance – Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster Daughter Reader – This series is ongoing and boy, is it a good one. Steve Rogers is at his mobster best in this one but our reader gives him more than he bargained for. She’s not going quietly into the dark world of the mafia. Love this story so far and literally refresh my phone once an hour to see if there’s a new chapter.

My last recommendations are from one of my very favorite writers on Tumblr that wrote my very favorite fanfic ever, Stark Spangled Banner. The writer is what-is-your-plan-today and her OFC Katie Stark and her love story with Steve Rogers is the most incredible thing of beauty. It is truly a writing masterpiece as it weaves through the MCU and its many movies while watching Steve and Katie and their blossoming relationship that becomes tried and true, unconditional love. It’s just so frickin’ good, READ IT. Everything she writes is wonderful but in particular this year I loved

1) Riding High and Riding On – Frank Adler x OFC Felicity “Fliss” Gallagher – This is another fantastic love story with twists and turns, some suspense and some absolutely delicious smut. Fliss is tough, brave and vulnerable, all at once, and she manages to find the soft side of Frank and wrap him around her finger. Love this couple and I was so glad she gave us a sequel.

2) Murder, He Wrote – DARK Ransom Drysdale x Investigative Reporter Reader – This is a twisty, turny dark story that hooks you and then throws you an incredible curve at the end. Our reader has written a story about Ransom Drysdale that he wasn’t thrilled with, and he decides pay her back. Riveting and addictive, you’ll really love this one. Then, you have to read the sequel -

3) Consciousness of Guilt – Andy Barber x Reader from Murder, He Wrote. I love how this relationship develops. It’s so realistic and sweet. Andy is damaged and lonely and our reader is still reeling from her experience with Ransom, and their relationship is a slow developing burn that includes some yummy smut along the way. I love how the characters grow together and are finally able to trust and love - even though there are challenges up until the end. It’s ongoing but close to the end and it’s a must read!

I have to give honorable mention to Leave No One Behind (Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz), Too Loose and You’ll Lose It (Jake Jensen x Stella ‘Arty’ Stevenson) and Rock & Roll People in a Disco World (Paul Diskant x Reader). @WIYPT-Writes is the queen of the OFC – she creates people that I think about long after I’m done reading her work. I’m in awe of her talent and look forward to what she has to offer in 2022.

Thanks again to all of you that write and share. Can’t wait to see what you have to offer in the new year!

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our-marvel-universe · 3 years

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Masterlist

Here’ are links to all my fircs. You can also find me on Ao3

Header made by @saradika-graphics

STEVE ROGERS

Ghosted

Breakfast in Bed...Almost

Weekend Getaways

Kissing In The Rain

Do You Fondue?

Paper Rings

Ordinary People

Confessions -Drabble

FRANK ADLER

Sugar & Spice

Breaking Point - Drabble

Birthday Treat - Drabble

ANDY BARBER

Moving On and Moving Up

Late night Loving - Drabble

Easy On Me

Flowers - Drabble

ARI LEVINSON

Fitness

COLIN SHEA

A Lovely Holiday

JAKE JENSEN

IRL

June Drabble

Road Trip - Drabble

COLE TURNER

The Long Game - Drabble

BUCKY BARNES

2am drabble

Sleepless Nights - Drabble

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theycallmebecca · 1 year

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Drabble: The Five Step Plan

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

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

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

Title: The Five Step Plan

Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader

Rating: PG-13

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

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

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context.

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

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

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

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

“What's going on?!” Frank demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok,” you said. “For Mary.”

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

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

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

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

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

Step two was proving that he still loved you.

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

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

Step five was recommitting yourselves to each other.

He was going to do it.

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

Promise me you'll never give up on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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amylillian22 · 4 years

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Chris Evans Master List

Happy Father’s Day

Down The Road

It’s You

Home

Life Is Too Damn Short

Part 1: Friends Don’t / Part 2: Trying On Rings

My Best Friend: Part 1 / Part 2

What If I Never Get Over You Mini-Series

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Quarantine (Smut) / Part 2

Fuck!n’ Perfect

Doggy Door

It Ain’t Pretty: Part 1 / Part 2

Because I Love You

Frank Adler Imagines

Waffles

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chris-evansimagines · 4 years

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Higher Love (Frank!Adler Blurb)

Type: Frank!Adler x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide; Death; Angst.

A/N: I know the event don’t match the movie, but I really wanted It to be like that. I always loved Frank and in this story that I might to more parts, I wanted to give him a loved one with whom he could raise Mary.

The sound of Frank’s phone echoed in the room. You shifted a little on your sleep at the hearing of the foreign sound.

“Frank, I can hear your phone, baby.”

“Me too.”

You chuckled at his stubbornness, resting your hand on his shoulder. “Frank… It can be important.” His eyes were still closed until you heard a grumpy noise coming from his lips, turning around to reach for his phone.

As soon as he saw his mother’s ID he frowned, sitting up in bed. After he answered the call, It wall went past you in a rush. Joy, Sadness, Fear all came together in a wave that hit you both. You still remembered Frank kneeling in front of you, with teary eyes, like hope has been taken away from him. In less than a day he had lost his sister, and given a new life to take care of, his newborn niece, Mary.

- A Week Later -

“Frank, love?”

You pushed Oliver’s stroller through the docks, the little girl enjoying the nice feeling of the wind kissing her skin softly. You smiled at her, looking around when you heard Frank call you.

He picked from inside a boat he was fixing, leaning his body against the top of it. “Hi, girls! My hands are dirty, careful.” He warned you softly, kissing your lips. “Hi, sweetie…”

Mary squealed at her uncle, her bright eyes finding his, giving him a gummy smile. You giggled, looking back at Frank. “We thought about doing a picnic at the park.”

After Frank took a shower, you, Mary and him went to the park for lunch. Mary laid on her back, kicking her little legs to the sky. Frank tickled her, blowing small kisses on her cheek. You could tell he was still figuring out how It worked. You promised him you would stick with him for as long he and Mary wanted to, and let you.

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starryevermore · 3 years

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i see my future in your eyes ✧ frank adler

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request: enemies to lovers trope? but with hella angst? featuring sexy boat daddy? 😏🤚🏻 (also i remember awhile back you said you wanted frank requests so i’m trying my best here😭😭😭) - anon

pairing: prince consort!frank adler x fem!reader

summary: yours and frank’s marriage was loveless, until it wasn’t.

word count: 4,986

warnings?: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, mentions of extramarital affairs, angst, happy ending

Little girls always dreamed of being a princess, of being a queen. Of ruling a land and having a say and being able to affect the things that mattered, all while wearing a pretty dress and a tear. But, if there was anything you could tell those little girls, it was that being a queen wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. The fairy tales they are told are all wrong. Not because of the magic, but because of the happy endings. There are no happy endings when you have no Prince Charmings. Prince Charming, you mused, was the biggest lie you’d ever been told.

Your mother, when you were younger, would always tell you how you would one day marry the love of your life. That true love was real, if only you would wait for it. If you were patient, if you were kind, if you put love out into the world, the world would reward you by giving back the one person who would love you unconditionally. Your mother was a liar.

After she had passed, your father was quick to begin narrowing down potential suitors for you. You were to be queen, he said, and you needed a strong man by your side. Not a loving man, not a kind man, but a strong man. One who could weather any storm thrown the kingdom’s way. One who would stand by your side and provide guidance should you ever need it. One who could lead if you ever weren’t able. Love did not run a kingdom, he said. Only strength could do that.

When he first began meeting with potential suitors, you had been disappointed. You’d heard of the daughters of dukes and viscounts and earls and the like having the opportunity to participate in the social season, of being courted by other members of the ton, of being wooed and wowed and showered with all of the wonderful things the eligible bachelors had to offer. If your mother had still been alive, you knew she would have let you participate. But your father, he said that a future queen had more important things to do than engage in such frivolous things. You had a duty to your people to be as prepared as possible when it came time to ascend to the throne, and you would not be acting in your people’s best interest by galavanting through the kingdom with whatever man gave you attention. The king vetting suitors for you while you completed your studies was a much better use of time.

At the end of the day, you had to trust him. One does not go against the king, after all. But, when he announced to you that Duke Francis “Frank” Adler would be taking your hand in marriage, you wanted to act out. You wanted to scream and shout and say that you would take anyone else, you would let him pick anyone he wanted, just not Frank. You’d even be willing to marry the Drysdale prince, if need be. Just, anybody but Frank. But, no one goes against the king. So you bit your tongue, smiled, and thanked your father for dedicating so much of his time in search of your future husband.

If you were any other woman in the kingdom, you supposed you would count yourself lucky to marry the duke. But, you weren’t any other woman. Sure, he was handsome. He was smart. He was capable of leading. And yet, all of those things did not make for a good husband for you. At least, not from Frank Adler. Because Frank Adler was a perfect man on paper. But, in reality, he would not be a perfect husband. Not for a future queen, anyways. He skirted his responsibilities. He would rather have fun than be tied down to meetings and engaging in diplomatic relations. He was a good duke, sure, but he could never be a good prince consort.

And, if you were being honest, you were surprised he was even being considered. Frank hated you as much as you hated him. He thought you to be pretentious and a “Debby downer” as he’d once remarked when you both were children. While he had no issue with abandoning his studies to go out on the water, while he had no issue with looking at his parents and saying he’d rather do anything but have his nose buried in a book and that he wanted to be able to explore, you were not that person. Together, you would be a match made in hell.

But, you also knew that it was likely his mother’s doing. Evelyn had a favorite child, and it was certainly not Frank. Not by a long shot. Diane, Frank’s sister, was the one to follow the rules, to go along with everything that was asked of her. She was the golden egg, you’d once heard Frank remark to his friends. Frank was too rebellious, too determined to abandon tradition. And for a woman like Evelyn, tradition was everything. Frank only became Duke because was the son. If Evelyn had it her way, she’d marry Diane to someone of Evelyn’s choosing and make Diane the duchess. The only Evelyn could do that was if Frank married up in society. And, well, the only title higher than Duke was Princess.

Between your stubborn father and Evelyn, it was certain that you would have to marry Frank, regardless of what either of you truly desired.

Planning the wedding was, perhaps, the loneliest thing you’d ever done. It was tradition that the bride and the groom would make the preparations together. That it would be an equal job. If the wedding perfectly meshed together the bride and groom’s desires, then it was a sign that the union would be a successful one. And yet, Frank didn’t care. He left it all to you, said that the only effort he was planning on putting in was showing up on the big day.

You had to save face, of course. You lied to anyone who asked about Frank. Said that he had prior commitments, that he couldn’t come to appointments and the like but that he sent with you a list of his wishes. In reality, it was all you. But the people didn’t need to know. The people had to have faith in you, and part of that faith came from having a successful marriage and all that it entailed. They needed to think that you chose Frank and that the two of you were in love. Otherwise, they would never follow you when you become queen.

If the planning was the loneliest thing you’d done, then the wedding was the most painful thing you’d ever done. In giving your hand to Frank, you had signed your life to him. While you had the power in the political realm, he would have all the power in the relationship realm. From the time you married, he could go off and be with whatever woman he wanted. He could fall in love and have his concubines and whatever he wanted. You, though…You were trapped with him, at least until you had given birth to the heir and the spare. You couldn’t even think of extramarital affairs until no one would question the legitimacy of your future children. Your pursuit for true love had been put on hold indefinitely, and you weren’t quite sure that you could ever pursue it again.

And, God, you hated him for that. You really hated him for that.

It wasn’t enough that he had to be so irresponsible. That he had to prove to everyone in the world that nobody could tell him what to do. No, no, he had to make sure that your life was ruined while his was improved.

You never knew hate before you married Frank Adler. But, now, it was your best friend.

And it seemed he only wanted more.

“I don’t know if you taking in your niece is the wisest idea,” you said.

Diane was pregnant. Due to give birth soon. And Diane, she didn’t want her child to have live under Evelyn’s thumb. She’d asked Frank if the two of you would take her child in, and Frank had promised his sister that he would be more than happy to raise her child.

When he came into your office to present his plan to you, you’d almost thought it to be a cruel joke. That he was trying to add to your stress as you prepared for your upcoming coronation. But, the longer he spoke, the more you realized that he was being serious.

You had to admire his initiative. But you doubted his sincerity. Would he actually raise the child? Or would be push the baby onto you? Onto the servants? Would this just be another responsibility he’d try to skirt around? It was one thing when you were the one being hurt. It was another thing entirely when he’d be hurting an innocent.

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation.”

“I don’t think you do either,” you said, rising out of your chair. “This isn’t some diplomatic excursion that you can avoid. This is a person. A baby who has no agency of their own. You cannot just push that child onto someone else. Yes, what you are doing is admirable, looking out for your sister and her child. But, look at the costs, Frank. You don’t exactly have a good history with being a mature adult.”

“Watch your tone,” he snapped, his nostrils flaring. “I’m the only one who can do right by that child.”

“Can you? Because for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted to march to the beat of your own drum. You cannot do that with a child! You have to be there from them and—”

“You’re just jealous of Diane.”

“—excuse me?”

“She’s gotten pregnant, and she’s not even married. She wasn’t even trying to have a child. And yet it’s been nearly a year and you’ve yet to even be late for your—”

“That is uncalled for! My issues with getting pregnant are as much your fault as they are mine. And, frankly, they have little to do with this situation. I’m looking at your pattern of behavior, and I’m concerned about your ability to give that child the care they deserve. You have always ran the other way when responsibilities are presented to you, and a child is the ultimate responsibility. It would not be fair to that child to be raised in a home where you cannot provide them with the love they deserve.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I? You couldn’t even plan a wedding with me! I already know I will have to raise our children without you. It’s not fair of you to decide you’ll take Diane’s child without talking to me first.”

“Well, don’t worry, Your Highness, because you won’t have to worry at all. I will raise the child on my own, and you won’t have anything to do with them.”

“That’s not what I’m asking for—”

But he was gone before you could finish your sentence. You didn’t see him again for the rest of the day, which wasn’t exactly unusual but…You needed to finish the conversation. You knew he wasn’t hearing your concerns, that he had this idea in his head that he wasn’t going to see through to the end and leave the burden to you. You just needed to talk to him, to keep your cool, and get him to understand your point of you.

You never got the chance.

As you were getting ready for your coronation the next day, Diane went into labor. Frank left as soon as he got the news. Chose to be by his sister’s side as she gave birth to her daughter Mary. Didn’t even say goodbye—not that you were expecting him to, but you also were expecting him to be by your side. That was the tradition, after all. And you couldn’t blame him for leaving. You’d do the same if you were in his shoes. And yet, it hurt in a way you weren’t quite expecting it to hurt.

Once again, you were left all on your own, with the entire kingdom as your audience. There was no saving face this time. There was only you, them, and the shared knowledge that you and Frank were far removed from being called a happy couple.

In the years that would follow, you saw Frank less and less frequently. He would only make appearances when it was absolutely necessary. Otherwise, he was with Mary. He worked closely with her tutor, Lady Bonnie Stevenson. He kept Mary shielded from the life of a royal—it had been Diane’s wish. And, when Diane had passed years after Mary’s birth, he’d taken that wish all the more seriously. While Mary was raised in the palace, she rarely saw anyone who wasn’t her tutor, Frank, or the various staff working in her wing of the castle.

You hadn’t even seen Mary since after Frank brought her to the castle. While part of you had wanted to push, to insist upon meeting the girl who was being raised in your palace, you also knew that pushing Frank wouldn’t be wise. For once, he was taking responsibility for something. And you didn’t want to ruin that. You didn’t want to take that chance.

But Frank wasn’t always around. He had other duties as prince consort. He had been sent to meet with King Harlan in the neighboring kingdom to discuss your trade dealings. You normally traveled with him, but you had stayed behind to prepare for your upcoming jubilee.

After a long day of planning the celebrations, though, you’d grown tired and decided to take a stroll through your garden before dinner. Walks through the garden were closest you’d ever been to knowing peace. You were typically left alone then, your guards hanging back towards the palace, letting you have your moment to yourself. No one ever bothered you there. Not even Frank.

So when you saw a flash of blonde hair sprint past you, you’d been taken aback.

“What—” you started.

“Whoops, sorry!” the little ball of energy said, stopping for a moment before getting ready to run away.

“Hold on!” you said. “Who are you? What are you doing?”

She turned to face you, flashing a big toothy grin. “I’m Mary!”

Oh. So, this was what Mary looked like. You almost couldn’t believe she was related to Frank. She looked so much…nicer? Kinder? But, when you asked “why are you running?” you immediately saw the resemblance.

She immediately rolled her eyes. “I’m done with studying.”

“Do you mean your teacher dismissed you for the day or you decided you didn’t need to learn anymore?”

“She refuses to give me more interesting stuff,” Mary said. “I’m done with doing two plus two. Any idiot could know that it’s four. I want to be challenged.”

“That’s not fair, Mary. Some people are blessed enough to have access to an education. Not everyone is as smart as you,” you said. “But…I can see what I can do about changing your materials.”

Her brows furrowed. “Who’re you to change that?”

“My apologies. My name is Y/N—”

“You’re Frank’s wife!”

Oh. That was surprising. You didn’t expect Frank to tell Mary anything about you. “That’s right.”

“Do you promise that you’ll talk to Lady Stevenson?”

“I promise. I can’t guarantee it will change, but I will try.”

You shouldn’t have made that promise. Frank wouldn’t be happy that you met Mary, much less that you were trying to influence her curriculum. But, you remembered being her age, being forced to hang back so that others could catch up. For Mary, though, there was no reason to hold her back like that. She was alone, and she deserved to be able to fly as far as her wings could carry her.

“You don’t seem that bad.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows. Though you knew your answer, you still asked, “Who says I’m bad?”

“Frank,” Mary said, matter-of-factly. “Well, he doesn’t say you’re bad. But he says that you don’t understand him, and that frustrates him. He says he feels like he always has to have his guard up around you.”

“Oh. Well, thank you for telling me.”

“But I think he’s wrong. You seem pretty cool.”

You laughed. “You seem pretty cool yourself.”

Over the course of the week, you found yourself becoming closer with Mary. You didn’t interfere with her lessons—you decided that should be done when Frank could have his own say in the matter. And you didn’t expose her to all of your royal responsibilities. But, you did spend your free time with her. You’d answer any questions she had, play any games she wanted.

Mary had been lonely before, and you knew enough about loneliness to know that that wasn’t something anyone should ever have to experience.

But, as they say, all good things must come to an end.

At the end of the week, you and Mary were having a picnic in the garden. She insisted on helping the cooks prepare the food, which resulted in her being more covered in food than her eating the food. But it was sweet, and you didn’t mind helping wipe away the remnants of her culinary experience.

It almost made you wish you could have a child of your own to do this with. Because you knew it would be a long while before you and Frank ever had your own kids. And Frank would take Mary away as soon as he returned.

You wanted to enjoy this for as long as it would last.

It just didn’t seem like it would last very long.

Frank had returned from his trip early. And, when he had heard that Mary was in the garden with you, he had been less than pleased. He was nearly a madman as he stormed through the palace, ready to take Mary away and chew you out for even thinking about interacting with her. But, when he got to the garden and saw Mary’s big smile and your messy hair as the two of you played a game of tag, he stopped. He didn’t think he’d ever seen either you or Mary be so happy before.

Slowly, he began to approach the two of you. Mary saw him first, shouting his name, and jumping in his arms. You froze when you saw him, your eyes wide as you tried to figure out if he was mad or not.

“Frank,” you finally said, “I didn’t think—”

“It’s okay,” he said. And oddly, he meant it. “Did the two of you have fun while I was away?”

“I did!” Mary said, grinning up at him. “Y/N is so fun! She let me read her books and taught me all these new words like serendipity and idyllic and petrichor!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! And she said she was going to talk to you about my studies!”

He looked at you. You had taken a step forward, saying, “We can talk more about it later, but I promised Mary I would ask if you’d consider advancing her studies. You know more about what she’s learning and how she’s performing than I do, but from what I’ve seen this week, I think she could benefit from a more accelerated course of study.”

He looked at Mary, then back to you. “I’ll consider.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask.”

But before Frank could begin to think of your request, Mary was tugging on his hand, begging him to join the picnic. And as you smiled at Mary, he knew he could only say “yes”.

Perhaps he was wrong about you. Perhaps you weren’t the stuck up princess-turned-queen he thought you to be. Perhaps, he should give you a chance.

You were surprised at how much closer you and Frank became in the weeks that passed. The two of you discussed Mary a lot, in the beginning. But, soon, you had conversations about other things. You got to know each other in the way that other members of high society got to know their significant others during the courting period. It was almost like you were making up for lost time.

You invited Frank into your private library. Shared your favorite books with him. Told him which stories that made you laugh, which ones made you cry, which ones changed the way you thought about the world. You showed him your favorite parts of the palace, the places where you would look out at the kingdom and dream of the day you could rule with a loving husband by your side.

You learned that Frank loves to work on fixing up a boat he’d gotten when he was eighteen. He’d been working on it on and off over the years, swearing that one day he’d finally be able to take it out on the water. He used to dream of him and Mary going off on adventures on it. Now, he told you, he wondered if you would ever go.

Things were changing, you thought. And you were almost certain that you liked that.

That is, until the day of your jubilee.

Your day had been busy, being pulled from ceremony to parade to ceremony to tea—it was a lot of forcing smiles and shaking hands and meeting people. You were exhausted by the time your ball rolled around and, yet, you couldn’t stop the show just yet.

All eyes were on you when you walked into the ballroom, the bright lights making your silver gown glitter and sparkle. But the only person you cared about was Frank. You began to walk towards him, smiling softly as you made eye contact with him. But, fate had a different plan.

Lord Carter Baizen stepped in front of you, pulling your gaze away from Frank. “Your Majesty,” he said with a slight bow.

“Lord Baizen,” you greeted. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since my coronation.”

“I’ve been well. I’ve done some traveling, seeing the other kingdoms.”

“Ah. I hope your travels treated you well.”

“They did. But, all I could think of was coming back here and asking you to dance.”

You wanted to frown or roll your eyes. It annoyed you, how the bachelors of the kingdom thought they could woo you so easily. But, you were queen, and you had appearances to keep, so you kept your smile and said, “The first dance will start soon.”

“Then may I have this dance?” he asked, holding his hand out.

You placed your hand in his. “You may.”

The dance, a waltz, soon began, and Carter began to spin your around the ballroom. He was a good dancer. He didn’t step on your toes, or spin you into other dancers. It was almost sweet. But he wasn’t the one you wanted to dance with.

“I’m surprised,” he said, as he held you close, “that you haven’t taken a lover of your own yet.”

“Why would I?”

“You may put on a good show for the kingdom, Your Majesty, but not all of us are fooled. We know that you and your husband only married because your parents made you.”

“Love can come from arranged marriages.”

“And yet, it hasn’t for you. Or, rather, for him. Rumor has it, he’s seeing his niece’s tutor.”

You wanted to protest, to say that it wasn’t true. But, you didn’t know that it wasn’t true. For all you knew, it was. Frank had freedom that you didn’t have. And it wouldn’t have surprised you at all if he did have a relationship with Lady Stevenson.

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And, if you were being honest, you weren’t quite sure why it did.

“Excuse me, I must go,” you said once the dance ended.

“Your Majesty—”

You ignored him, pushing through the crowd, throwing smiles and making small talk where necessary. But, all you really wanted was to disappear. To slip into the corridor unnoticed and just retired to bed. That wasn’t a possibility for you, though. You had to stay.

You had no other choice.

Just like you had no other choice when, at the end of the night, Frank asked if you would dance with him. You couldn’t say no, not when there were so many people watching. So you grit your teeth, slipped your hand into his, and let him pull you to the dance floor.

All eyes were on the two of you as you spun around the room. And you knew exactly why.

It was the first time in nearly a decade that Frank had danced with you.

The first, and only, time he had ever danced with you was at your wedding.

And you knew why that hurt.

When the dance ended, you said something about not feeling well and disappeared out in the hall. All you wanted was to put as much distance between you and Frank as possible. You didn’t want to be around him. Not when it hurt so bad.

Fate never went your way, though.

“Y/N!” Frank shouted, following after you. “Wait!”

You didn’t want to wait. So you didn’t. You kept walking, ignoring his calls, until you reached your chambers and realized you had nowhere else to run to.

“Yes?” you asked, turning to face him.

“We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“Us.”

You frowned. What was there to talk about? “I don’t follow.”

“About our future.”

“Oh. Well, if you would like to get started, I suppose we can, but I’m rather tired and—”

“What are you talking about?”

“Producing an heir? Why else would you follow me all the way out here?”

Frank had never chased you before. The only times he cared about being intimate was when the two of you were being pressed about having children. You knew that there had been lots of talk about that over the course of the day, and it followed that he would chase you to get it over with. The sooner he gave you two children, the sooner he could be left to do whatever he wanted.

And that…Knowing that hurt, too.

“Because I care about you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said. “In all the years you’ve known me, you’ve never once cared about me. You never even bothered to pretend you cared. Why should I believe you now?”

“Because I’m telling the truth,” he insisted. “I want to know why you’ve been so withdrawn today. I thought we were doing well.”

You wanted to lie, to not reveal what you knew, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “So did I.”

“I don’t follow.”

“I…also thought we were doing well. But, as Lord Baizen reminded me, you don’t me. You can find love elsewhere. And you have. And I’m happy for you. I only regret that I had deluded myself into thinking that love might be for me.”

“What? What did that bastard say?”

You had never seen Frank so angry before. His skin burned red, his fists clenched at his sides. He let out shuddering breaths as he tried to control himself. And you didn’t understand why. “Only the truth. I’m not a fool, Frank. I know that you’ve been free to take lovers as you please. I just…I didn’t think they would be people who worked in my own home.”

“Are you talking about Bonnie?” When you nodded, he said, “I don’t love her.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Frank. I knew from the beginning that this was just about politics. That there was no love, and I made my peace with that. You don’t have to lie to me to spare my feelings. That hurts more than any truth you could say to me—”

“I don’t love Bonnie!” he insisted. “I love you!”

“—and it just…What?”

“I love you,” he repeated. “I didn’t think I ever would. But, I also didn’t know the real you for so long. And now that I do, I kick myself every day for thinking that you weren’t the one for me. Because you are. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“You…love me.”

“I do. And, you don’t have to say it back. But I need you to know it’s true. I will prove it to you, I swear. I make sure you feel loved.” Tears brimmed at his eyes. “Yes, Bonnie and I had a relationship. But that was long before I knew just how wonderful you are. It’s been years since she and I were together. And, even if it wasn’t, I know that she isn’t the one for me.”

“But I am.”

He grabbed at your hands, tugging you closer to him. “You are. All I ask is that you let me prove it to you.”

So, you said, “I will give you a chance.”

And he said, “You won’t regret it.”

And, oh, how you prayed that he was right. Because life was lonely all by yourself, and you didn’t want to be alone anymore. And you didn’t want anyone unless they were Francis “Frank” Adler.

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New Beginnings (Part 1)

Frank Adler X OFC

A/N: I literally spent like FOREVER working on this storyboard LOL I hope you enjoy this series! Ignore the piece of shit wattpad cover... It looked too plain, and I wanted a picture. *shrugs*

Warnings: None really... yet. Swearing, mostly.

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“It’s too hot, here.” Annie sighed to herself, air conditioning cranked to the max in her older model truck. Honestly, how do people like this weather? “What do you think, Elena?” She glanced up in the rearview mirror, spotting her snoring toddler in her car seat.

With an eye roll, she went back to concentrating on the busy road, squinting behind her sunglasses to find her little street. “Seriously, kid? We’ve only been driving for, like, twenty minutes.”

Florida was a completely different atmosphere than northern Minnesota.

It was a million times hotter, there were more people in the major cities, and the people were always so busy. Luckily, Annie could get used to the warmer weather, considering she’d decided to move in mid-September. It was still hot as shit in Minnesota, but she knew that would change fairly quick. Minnesota weather was completely unpredictable, but Annie had respected that. She was used to dealing with the rain, heat, snow, and cold – sometimes all in the same damn week.

Now, she was going to have to learn to respect the tropical weather – considering she was moving to Florida during hurricane season.

Hurricanes were nothing like tornadoes…

If there was a hurricane any time soon, she was going to have a goddamn heart attack.

It was a bright, sunny day, though. She picked a great day to leave the hotel and move into her new… apartment? The landlord had called it an apartment, but the pictures made it look more like a small house; and though she hadn’t seen the place in person, she already loved it. It was the only pink house in the little community that she’d found on a renters website.

Moving had been a spur of the moment decision, on her part, because… well… her parents… they died in a car accident back in early June.

Her dad had hydroplaned during a particularly bad thunderstorm, causing the car to collide with a large semi-truck, and they’d lost their lives. Luckily, the other driver was unharmed. Her brother, Gavin, had been on his way home to visit from his first year at North Dakota State University when the accident had occurred.

Unfortunately, Annie and her small toddler, Elena, had been at home – waiting on their arrival back from the store.

Receiving the news about their parents’ deaths devastated the siblings. Elena was too young to understand why her mother and her uncle were huddled together on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably, awaiting the arrival of their grandparents to help with funerals and insurance. Gavin’s girlfriend, Grace, had driven all night to come to Gavin and Annie’s rescue. She helped cook and clean, and she helped with Elena – much to Annie’s admiration.

Gracie had been a friggin’ godsend to the siblings.

When Annie and Gavin decided to sell the family home, they – drunkenly – decided the best thing for Annie to do was throw a dart at a map of the United States and choose a state.

Because mixing alcohol and darts was the best idea they could come up with.

After three tries to get the damn dart to stick in the damn board, it landed near Tampa, Florida. Not wanting to completely live in the city, they’d done some online research and found the apartment – at an amazing price – which was move-in ready by the beginning of September.

That was the reason for the 1,900-ish mile trip from Thief River Falls, Minnesota, to the little town outside of Tampa, Florida. The landlord – Roberta – had promised that the place would be painted, carpets would be cleaned or replaced, and that the place was quite spacious for a single-mother and a toddler.

Not that Annie couldn’t afford to do all the work herself, after she received the ghastly life insurance – blood money – check with too many zeros. Her and her brother split the check down the middle for life insurance, and the house. He got their mother’s fancy Jeep, and she got her father’s old – but reliable – pickup truck. It made more sense, with the move. Not that she had much stuff to move, anyways. She’d wanted a clean break from her life in Minnesota. She’d broken things off with her boyfriend, Lance, and donated all her belongings – only keeping the important items.

The usual type of ‘I need a change of scenery after my parents’ deaths’ move.

Right?

Her brother tagged along on the trip with her, to make sure that the apartment was really ready. All the while, Annie found a job at a local elementary school as an office secretary, which provided daycare for Elena.

Unfortunately, Gavin had to leave early in the morning, due to college starting back up and having an early exam he needed to finish studying for.

So, he had to catch a flight at an ungodly hour, earlier that morning.

“We’re almost to our new home, Mija.” Annie smiled, knowing full well that her daughter was still snoring away in the back seat. That kid could sleep through anything. “You shouldn’t be napping. It’s almost ten in the morning. You should be wide awake, kid.”

Glancing at her phone – which was attached to a vent-clip, so she could see the GPS – she realized that she’d actually missed the turn into the neighborhood, prompting her to sigh in frustration. Whipping around when she could, she followed the road back to her turn, which was partially hidden by a few annoying trees.

Commit that to memory, Annie.

…Stupid ass trees.

“Elena, baby, time to wake up.” When Annie entered her little neighborhood, she reached back to gently shake her daughter’s chubby, little, tan leg. “We’re home.” Annie immediately knew which house was hers… since the bright pink stuck out like a sore thumb. She loved it! “Mija, look.”

She heard the grunt and whine of her little girl, who was not a happy baby when she was woken from a nap. Elena – who’s dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin resembled her father – was glaring at her from her car seat, pissed off. Though Elena’s features didn’t resemble Annie’s, in the slightest, her facial expressions completely matched Gavin’s facial expressions – much to Annie’s dismay and humor.

“Oh, come on, Mija.” She laughed, pulling into her designated parking space – which was a small, grassy area next to her new home. “At least show me your beautiful smile. Today’s a happy day.”

The second the car stopped moving, Elena started straining against the bonds of her car seat, lip protruding in a pout and whining loudly.

“Alright, alright.” Annie sighed, unbuckling her own seatbelt, before reaching for the door. She was immediately hit with a wave of humid heat, which seeped into the air conditioned truck and fogged the windows. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

She hopped down, her five foot three inch stature appearing even smaller next to the height of her dad’s older truck. Walking around the front of the truck, she saw a young girl running around in one of the yards, blonde hair swishing behind her as she chased around a fat, orange and white cat. A woman, who was seated on her concrete steps, was laughing, watching the young girl with the adoration a mother would have for a child.

Speaking of children…

Annie ripped open the door, unbuckling her own child from her car seat and turning back towards their new home.

The pastel pink home had a lot of character, reminding Annie of a small doll house she’d had as a child. The plants around the house looked as if they’d been well cared for, the concrete steps – though slightly uneven – were lined with a metal railing, which would be good to have when Elena learned how to walk properly down the stairs, versus sliding down on her butt or belly. The roof looked a little worn, but that was understandable with Florida’s stormy weather, and the accents of the house were a newly painted white.

The neighborhood, though dated, looked beautifully kept-up.

Elena, whose mood had improved in the last couple minutes, whined to be let down and thrashed against Annie – pissed that she wasn’t immediately able to run around and cause a ruckus.

“Stay close to mommy, okay?” Annie told her, setting her down on the grassy lot, “Mommy doesn’t know this neighborhood, yet.”

Elena immediately ran circles around Annie’s pale legs, which were donned in some jean shorts, and started a fit of giggles – stomping around like a tiny, little weirdo.

“Let’s get the stuff from the back, yeah?” She smiled, watching Elena run to a bush to check out the little yellow flowers blooming, eyes full of wonder. “Then we can tour the house.”

Ignoring her, Elena picked a flower from the bush, plopping down on her butt and examining the flower with her dark brows pushed together in concentration – slightly humming to herself.

With a small chuckle, Annie moved to the back of the truck, moving the cover back so she had access to the few belongings that she’d brought with. There were only a few boxes of belongings and necessities, three suitcases, a portable crib for Elena, a large cooler of food Annie had purchased that morning, some grocery bags, and a blow up mattress for Annie.

That was it… At least, until the furniture arrived.

Grabbing Elena’s things first, she hauled them off the truck, calling for Elena to follow her as she brought them to the front steps. Elena, who had thrown the poor flower onto the ground and trampled it to a mangled mess, toddled over to the front door.

After struggling to get the door unlocked with her arms full, Annie stepped into their new home for the first time, followed by Elena’s little body.

The carpets – which had been replaced, recently – where a brilliant off-white, as were the walls. The front door lead into the living room, which – though small – was perfect size for the Annie and her toddler.

Gently setting her belongings down, she stood there for a moment to take it all in.

She took a deep breath, the natural floral scent of her new house – which covered the smell of fresh paint – wafting through the open windows and tickling the inside of her nose. They’d probably been opened earlier that morning to let the breeze naturally cool the house a bit, since it was hot as balls.

To her left was the kitchen, which was a little more dated than the living room but did have newer appliances. There was a back door, in the kitchen, which was closer to the yard that the young, blonde girl and the older woman had occupied previously. The kitchen was big enough for a small kitchen table, and Annie could already picture how she wanted to decorate.

Luckily, white and light wood were easy to work with.

So many options…

There was a hallway that connected the kitchen to the two bedrooms and one bathroom. The bigger bedroom was, obviously, Annie’s. It was big enough that she could fit a queen size bed and a dresser with plenty of room to walk back and forth – not that she’d spend much time in her bedroom, anyways. The second bedroom would be perfect for Elena to have a crib, a small double bed for guests, and a large bin for her toys.

Annie, in awe of her new home, carried Elena’s portable crib and suitcase to her new bedroom. “This is your room, Mija! Do you like it?”

Elena followed Annie into the bedroom, frowning at her new environment with the look that Gavin got when he was thinking hard. Her little dark brows were pulled together, pink lips pursed into a tight frown, and eyes narrowed as she scanned the area.

God, she was never allowed near her uncle, again. Those two were peas in a freaking pod.

“Once we get it decorated, you’ll like it more.” Annie sighed, thankful that the only stairs in the house were the front steps. “Stay here while mommy gets the rest of our things, okay?”

Elena ignored Annie, again, going for the zipper on her suitcase and trying to unzip it, herself.

While the toddler was distracted, Annie quickly started hauling her items into the home, putting each box and suitcase in the appropriate bedroom and making a mental list of things she was going to order online and shop for.

Once all of their possessions were out of the truck, Annie set to work on setting up the portable crib for Elena and the air mattress for herself.

Shit, why do the stupid sides never want to lock up? Why did you have to become a magic fucking wizard to set up a portable crib?!

A knock sounded at the back door, startling her while she made up Elena’s bed – after she somehow got the sides to lock up.

She didn’t know anyone, yet… Who would knock on her door?

Maybe the landlord?

She did say that she was going to check in…

Annie, leaving Elena to play with her book in her bedroom, made her way towards the back door, spotting the woman and child from earlier – the young girl holding a giant plate of chocolate chip cookies, with an annoyed frown on her face.

“Well, hello.” Annie smiled, opening the back door and waving them inside the empty kitchen. “I’m Annie O’Hara. Are you my new neighbors?”

“I’m Roberta. I’m the landlord.” The older, dark-skinned woman smiled, a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. She recognized Roberta’s voice from speaking to her on the phone. “This is Mary.”

“Hi, Mary.” Annie greeted, opening the door wider to let the duo step inside. “You can come in if you’d like. I still have to order the furniture, though, so there’s not really anywhere to sit.”

“We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” Roberta chuckled, entering the home with Mary following closely behind. “It’s been a while since we’ve had new neighbors, but Bernadette’s health just kept declining… Her children had her in assisted living, before she passed.”

“I take it Bernadette was the previous tenant?” Annie asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Mary set the plate of cookies beside her. “She kept the place up really nice. This house looks like it’s seen some love.”

“She loved to tend to her plants. It was therapeutic for her.” Roberta sighed, leaning against the wall opposite from Annie. “She, also, made a mean apple pie.”

“Well, I haven’t baked in a long time, but I do love to cook.” Annie shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, “My daughter likes my homemade macaroni and cheese.”

“You have a daughter?” Mary asked, eyes lighting up and all traces of a frown disappearing. “How old is she?”

“She’s almost two.” Annie replied, lips lifting into a smile at the potential play-mate for her daughter. “She loves to run around outside if you want to meet her.”

“Can I meet her?” Mary grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. “We haven’t had any kids in the neighborhood in forever.”

“Of course, you can.” Annie pushed away from the counter, walking towards the hallway and calling out, “Elena, come here, Mija!”

The sound of uneven footfalls stomping around the hall could be heard from the kitchen as Elena ran from the bedroom to where Annie was calling her name. She came barreling around the corner, a large grin on her face, and an excited cry echoing through the empty house.

Scooping her giggling form from the ground, Annie gave her a sloppy kiss on her little cheek. “This is Elena.”

“Hi, Elena.” Mary waved, excitement rolling off of her in waves. “Can I show her my cat? His name is Fred. He has one eye.”

“Only one eye?” Annie asked, cocking a confused brow as she tried to keep her hold on her struggling toddler – who still wanted to run around and explore. “What happened to his other one?”

“Don’t know. He doesn’t like to talk about it.” Mary shrugged, like she’d answered the question multiple times, before. “Can Elena meet Fred? I think he would like her.”

“Of course.” Annie held the door open for the duo, still holding Elena, before following them outside into the sun. “Elena loves animals.”

Setting Elena into the plush grass, Mary grabbed her little hand, leading her into the other yard, where the orange, monocular cat was stretched out – sunbathing. Roberta and Annie sat down on the steps, watching the young girls as they pet the rotund cat.

“So, is Mary your daughter?” Annie asked, watching as Elena gently pat the cat on the side of the belly. “She’s adorable.”

Roberta laughed, leaning back so the sun was shining on her face. “Does she look like my daughter?”

“I’m a pale, Irish redhead.” Annie shrugged, closing her eyes as the sun warmed her arms and cheeks. “Does Elena look like my daughter?”

“I guess not.” Roberta replied, and Annie could hear the smile in her tone. “As much as I wish she was mine, she’s not. I just love spending time with her.”

“Well, hopefully her and Elena can spend some time together, too.” Annie opened her eyes to watch the young girls run around the yard, chasing the cat. “Elena doesn’t have much interaction with other children.”

“Where’s her father, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Mexico.” Annie replied, a small wave of guilt washing over her. “I was on spring break when I met her father. Marco worked at a bar just outside of Cancún, where we met. We had a small fling, and one thing led to another… I didn’t get his number or any other information on him, because it was just a one night stand, so I couldn’t exactly contact him.”

She gulped, getting that lump in her stomach that appeared any time she thought about how other people perceived her after learning the truth about Elena’s conception. “I remembered that… I remembered his mother’s name was Elena, though. I wanted to make sure Elena knew her heritage, as much as I could. I’m trying to learn Spanish and named her after her grandmother. I want to educate myself, so she doesn’t feel like she’s missing a part of herself, you know?” Annie frowned, watching Elena giggle as she ran away from Mary. “I googled the bar, after Elena was born… but it burnt down. I have no idea where Marco could be, or even what his last name was.”

“So, you’ve been raising her all on your own?”

“My parents were a big help,” Annie’s shoulders sagged in grief, the familiar pang of loss ripping through her chest. It was never going to get easier to mention them… “They died back in June, and my brother’s in college at NDSU in North Dakota… So, I decided it was time to move on. I needed a change, as cliché as that is.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Roberta laid a warm hand on Annie’s arm, face soft with sympathy. “Losing your parents is hard. I know the pain. I’m sorry you have to experience it so young.”

“I’m just glad to have Elena, Gavin, and Grace – his girlfriend.” Annie smiled, sun starting to leave her pale skin a little pink. “I’m sorry that you know the pain of losing your parents. When did it happen?”

“Oh, honey, it was years ago. Eventually, you learn to appreciate the time you had with them, instead of missing the time you didn’t.” She sighed, patting Annie’s arm before looking over at a truck that was pulling up a few houses down. “Frank’s here. He’s Mary’s uncle. More of a father than any man I’ve ever met.”

Annie watched as Mary abruptly stopped running, a large grin stretching her face as she spotted the older truck. “FRANK!” Mary shrieked, running toward the taller man who was exiting the truck.

“Shit.” Annie whispered as Elena followed Mary, confused that they were no longer playing, and going to investigate. “Elena! Mija!”

Annie jumped up, jogging after the toddler, who had already made her way over to the confused man and joyous child. Mary, who had jumped into her uncles’ arms for a moment, squatted down next to Elena – who was holding her arms out to Mary to pick her up – and lifted her with a small grunt, talking to Frank.

“Frank, this is Elena.” Mary introduced, as Annie quickly made her way over, “Her and her mom are our new neighbors. They’re where Bernadette used to live, before she got too old.”

Frank was a tall man, tee shirt tightly stretching over his broad shoulders but bunching up at his narrow waist. He looked as if he had just gotten home from work, arms and tee shirt stained with oil and grease. His face was unshaved, but kept pretty tame, and he was tan – as if he worked outside.

The look in his eyes was one of a parent, and he looked at Mary like she was his entire world, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of the blonde, little girl.

Well, shit, Annie thought to herself, He’s attractive.

“Mary.” Frank sighed, shaking his head, trying not to smile. “That’s not a polite way to put it.”

“What! She was!” Mary shrugged, as Elena laid her head on Mary’s shoulder in exhaustion from running around. She spotted Annie and gestured over to the woman. “That’s Annie. Elena’s mom.”

“Hi! Sorry about Elena! She really likes Mary.” Annie smiled, brushing her stray red hair from her face, holding out her free hand to Frank. “I’m Annie O’Hara. I just moved into the pink house.”

Frank cocks a brow at her, blue eyes scrutinizing her as he grasped her hand with a stiff handshake. “Frank Adler.”

“Nice… to meet you?” Annie replies awkwardly, watching as Mary and Elena run towards the cat. “Your niece is such a sweet girl. Elena is already fascinated by her. They’ve been playing since Roberta and Mary came to meet us.”

“Nice.” Frank replied, curtly. He watched Mary, paying no attention to Annie as Mary and Elena plopped down in the grass to pet Fred.

“Anyways…” Annie gulped, starting to awkwardly walk away. “Nice meeting you.”

“Yep.” He replied, turning and walking towards his house, before calling out to Mary. “Mary, come eat lunch.”

“Okay!” Mary called back, standing quickly, and turning to Elena. “I have to go eat lunch. We can play, later, okay?”

“Come on, Mija.” Annie walked over, scooping Elena up from the ground, dusting the grass from her little shorts. “Say ‘bye-bye’ to Mary.”

Elena lifted her hand, waving her hand back and forth with a small pout, and Mary ran off to her house.

Well… that was awkward. Annie thought to herself, shaking off the negative vibes from the encounter. He was kind of a dick. Jeez.

Annie and Elena made their way back over to Roberta, who was still sunbathing on Annie’s step. “I don’t think Frank likes me much.”

“What makes you say that?” Roberta frowned, dark eyebrows pulling together, confused. “Was he rude to you?”

“Not exactly.” Annie shrugged, sitting on the step with Elena in her lap, bouncing the toddler as she played with the neckline of Annie’s shirt. “Just… a little standoffish.”

“They went through a lot, last year.” Roberta sighs, gazing over at the Adler residence with a sad look in her eyes. Annie could see her swallow thickly, before continuing, “They’re still recovering from it.”

“I won’t ask.” Annie sighed, pressing her face against the warm curls on the top of Elena’s head. “That’s their business. I just hope that Mary and Elena can play together. It’d be nice to have another child in the neighborhood, so Elena can become more social. I want her to be a kid and be more social. She’s always around adults.”

“That sounds familiar.” Roberta smiles at Elena, holding out her hand for Elena to grasp and examine. “So, why don’t you have any furniture, yet?”

“I wanted a clean break.” A small pang pierced at Annie’s heart as she thought about her childhood home. She missed it. She missed the smell, the squeaky door to the patio, her bedroom, and… her parents. “The house just wasn’t the same without my parents. I wanted to be able to start a new life with Elena. Gavin was already gone, so it was just me and Elena in the house. It didn’t feel right.”

“So, you lived with your parents?”

“Yeah.” Annie replied, replaying the past in her mind like a footage reel. “After I found out I was pregnant, I quit college out of panic. I was newly twenty-one, and only on my second year of doing my generals at the U of M.” A small sigh escaped her, before she could help it. Quitting college was something that she really regretted doing, but she didn’t want to dwell on past mistakes. “I really panicked, but I was lucky to have parents who wanted to help me. They let me come back, gave me a room to stay in, loved their grandchild with their whole hearts, and never judged me for my actions. They were truly the best parents I could’ve asked for.”

“They sound like great parents.” Roberta smiles, brushing her fingers over Elena’s dark curls. “I have a son. He lives in the Miami area. I only see him a few times a year. He has a family of his own, and a life of his own.”

“Do you miss him?”

“Every day.” She smiles, dark eyes shining with unshed tears. “I have Frank and Mary, though.”

“Well,” Annie grasped Roberta’s hand in comfort, “I hope you know that… You have us, too.”

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Part 2

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mrs-captain-evans · 5 years

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Frank Adler Masterlist

Fics, imagines and drabbles posted here.

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Christmas Cookies - Frank Adler x You

Christmas Cards - Frank Adler x You

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 3 years

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New Venture

this is for @nakedrogers esme’s 2k writing challenge. (Congratulations on 2K!!!!)

one-shot (sfw)

pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

AU: Bookstore owner AU

Prompts: 13. “i told you not to read that.” ; 23. “i wish you did.”

Words: 1591

Warnings: no warnings as such. FLUFF!!!! Well Frank Adler being super cute is a warning in itself.

a/n: this is my first ever fic so hope you all like this, do reblog if you enjoy reading this. I chose Frank Adler for my first work because i love him so much.

i do not own the characters Frank and Mary. not my GIF.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR POST IT ANYWHERE.

“I told you not to read that”, this was followed by Mary’s deep sigh. “Frank please just a little more”. Oh well, it’s the same old situation, Mary wants to read more books on mathematics but Frank thinks it’s enough for one day, she has been doing so since they opened the bookstore this morning. This is a new venture for both Frank and Mary, it has been a year since they opened a little bookstore. They were looking for a fresh start, and it was actually Mary who came up with the idea of a bookstore. Frank had a huge smile and that was a nod to this new venture. “That’s enough for today Mary, come help me” the bookstore was not so busy at this moment. Mary huffs, “why? Do you need help with calculating the money?” Frank won’t ever admit but he admires how snarky and sassy Mary can be at times, that kid is awesome. Frank decides it’s better to not reply and focuses on arranging the bookshelves.

The door chimes stating the arrival of people. Mary greets them. “Welcome!” The two women enter the bookstore. “Hey sweetie, do you know where the thriller section is?” Mary scrunches her nose a little, then points them towards the correct direction. Frank has arranged the bookshelves by now and he moves towards his little desk near the cash register. He sees that one of those women is eagerly going through the books in the thriller section and the other one, seems a little lost, seems out of her element. Should he go help her out? Ask her what she is looking for? He doesn’t want to be pushy but he wants to be helpful. While he is still making the decision Mary swoops in and asks

“Hi, what are you looking for?” The woman gives her a bright warm smile, a smile that will make others smile, just like Frank has smile on his face right now. “I’m just looking around, I’m basically accompanying my friend, thank you for asking, I- um I’m not much of a reader,” the woman said scratching her head a little, the little girl still looking at her, there is a sudden glint of joy in her eyes. “Well what about academic books? Do you like Math? We have quite a variety of books.” The woman is in awe of this child, she is not sure how to say that Math is definitely not her strongest area. She tries to formulate an answer when Frank approaches them. “Hey Mary why don’t you go help out the other customer, she looks quite engrossed in her search, maybe she could use some help? Go on.” Mary excuses herself, mentions where the books on academia are kept and proceeds to help the other customer. The woman doesn’t fail to notice that the little girl has quite a captivating and charming personality, her eyes seem to sparkle. Frank notices how this woman seems to be in awe of Mary, also how she is fidgeting a little with her purse. “So, not a reader?” she turns towards him. He is taller than her, and what magnificent blue eyes, one can really get lost in them, probably she got lost in them too because she is trying to fetch an answer but words don’t come out. “Not much into talking as well I guess?” She is broken out of her haze and almost babbles “um no, oh no I am sorry, yeah I am not much of a reader but I talk, I can talk a lot at times actually.” she smiles. That warm smile again. Frank smiles back, and then there is a minute of silence but it’s not awkward, it’s the good kind of silence where you are enjoying the moment.

“What about fiction or maybe non-fiction? Poetry, short stories? Do you like comics?” she laughs at this, he is really trying. “Well I have read a few comics and short stories. I mean I have tried to read books but I haven’t been able to finish most of them, wow definitely not a conversation one should have with a bookstore owner but yeah I guess I haven’t been able to connect with books, or maybe I am just dumb.” she shrugs a little. “Hey that’s alright, I too am not a huge bookworm but I do enjoy reading when I get time. But we all have our own interests.” she wants to say something but maybe she shouldn’t, what if he thinks it’s stupid? She doesn’t want to embarrass herself. He understands she wants to say something and nods his head as if to encourage her to go on. “Alright so there is something that I enjoy reading a lot. I love reading Fan fiction. It’s like I am already connected to the characters and thus reading more about them, exploring different storylines, the whole concept of ‘What if?’ intrigues me.” She realizes she doesn’t say this out loud often, she tries to read his expressions, well he is smiling and not in a mocking way so she continues. “You know there are so many talented Fanfic writers out there, some of the stories are extremely beautiful. So yeah as you said, we all have our own interests.” Frank is charmed by her, right now she has joy in her eyes, he hasn’t come across someone before who has shared this interest of reading fan fiction, she seems passionate about this, and it’s charming and beautiful. Yes she is beautiful. “That seems super interesting.” he hopes to see that warm smile again and there it is. He smiles back. “Well I am glad you think so, not many people do. It’s not that I tell many people about this interest of mine, still. By the way that girl, um Mary? she seems so amazing, not to sound corny but ‘there is something about Mary’, she is so charming!” he chuckles “Well I see what you did there, and yeah she is amazing, she is my niece and we both recently started this new venture of a bookstore, it was her idea”. Well a good idea indeed.

“Oh look at me where are my manners? Hi! I am Frank” Before she could say her name Mary calls out for Frank. The other customer has selected her books and she is waiting by the cash register to buy them. “Well I guess it’s time to go.” She seems sad, why? She is not someone who can talk with strangers but she was enjoying this conversation. She gets so awkward while talking to someone she doesn’t know but this was different, he made her feel comfortable, she liked talking to him, she wants to talk more, why couldn’t her friend take some more time? They move towards the cash register, “Oh I am Y/n” he repeats her name, wanted to see how it feels. Once done packing the books, her friend pays him the money. It’s time to go. Frank think about something quickly, say something, it seems like now or never. Come on they are about to leave, “Hey!” Frank runs towards them, “If you are looking for any particular book, you can call us to check the availability, or we can try to get it for you if not available. Here, take this card it has the store’s number and um- my number” he looks at Y/n with hopeful eyes. Is he trying to give her his number? He kinda seems out of her league, is there a chance he enjoyed talking to her too? Y/n gets this sudden surge of confidence, which is unusual for her, and decides to ask directly. “Are you trying to give me your number?” Frank is flustered, he is trying to come up with something when she says “I wish you did” and it’s accompanied with that beautiful warm smile. Frank cannot hold back the huge smile that forms automatically on his face. “I was, I uh- liked talking to you, and would like to know you more.” Well now they aren’t the only people smiling, the other two have smiles on their faces too due to this interaction, though there smiles are more like cheeky smirks. Y/n takes out her phone, saves his number and texts him standing right there. He checks his phone “Y/n: I would like to know you more too, looking forward to it” He nods signaling the chain of texts that will be exchanged soon. Y/n and her friend open the door to go out when Mary excitedly says “Come again!” Frank sees her smile once again, the one that he will be seeing a lot very soon. “I will.” Y/n says and her friend laughs, she waves and they wave back and with this they leave. Mary is looking at Frank who is still looking at the door. “See Frank, I told you, a bookstore will be a great new venture” she smirks.

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