#frank adler reader insert

[mockerycrow]

CROW’S 4K CELEBRATION GUIDELINES

I truly cannot express my gratitude for all of your love and support over the last couple of months. I never imagined I would hit even 1k, and now I’m at 4k?? holy. fuckin. shit. I love you all!!!

NO LONGER ACCEPTING 4K REQUESTS <3

-> GUIDELINES BELOW THE CUT <-

RULES

PROPER REQUEST FORMAT: “character x gender!reader w/ “insert prompt here” + an AU if you would like :-)

One character per request (unless it’s character x reader x character! (i.e ghost x fem!reader w/ “i can’t do it anymore.”)

Specify the gender you would like. plain “character x reader” will result in gender neutral.

AU’s are allowed.

See my general request rules.

please be patient!! i will get these out asap.

not all of these will be full fledged 3k+ word fics!!

characters that I will be writing for this celebration (all call of duty); ghost, gaz, soap, price (including reboot and og), roach, könig, alex keller, farah karim, kate laswell, alejandro vargas, rodolfo parra, russell adler, frank woods, alex mason, jason hudson, david mason, gideon, jack mitchell, keegan russ, logan + hesh walker.

PROMPTS

fluff prompts #1

fluff prompts #2

angst prompts #1

angst prompts #2

smut prompts #1

smut prompts #2

-> 4K Celebration Posts Masterlist

#crow’s 4k celebration #call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #cod #mw2022 #modern warfare ii #mw2 2022 #bocw #cod bocw #cod black ops cold war #black ops #black ops 2 #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #russell adler x reader #frank woods x reader #keegan russ x reader #logan walker x reader #gideon x reader #advanced warfare #cod ghosts #mw2 #og soap x reader #og ghost x reader #roach x reader #hesh walker x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[paperweight91]

🐺

I have been dying to get these two out for you! I hope you like what Frank and Pete have in store for us!

Mouth is Alive, All Running Inside

W/C: 594

Characters: Pete Brenner, Frank Adler, & out of sight reader Dove!

Summary: Frank makes a big mistake that will change the lives of all the pack members.

A/N: here’s the intro for Frank & Pete’s pack, here’s hoping it lives up to expectations! As a note the reader insert in this one is in the other room for this blurb! Comments, reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated ❤️

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Pete walked through the front door of the farm house he’d called home for longer than he could remember. He sighed at the familiar sight of Frank’s items strewn across the entryway, coming up short at the unfamiliar scent of fear, human, engulfing the house. He let out a snarl, it must be one of the new pack members, the kids always had a hard time adjusting to giving up humans.

He growled as he followed the scent towards the basement. As he made his way down he saw the figure of a woman strapped to a chair, what looked like a tie of his stuffed in her mouth. He scrubbed a hand down his face, rubbing at the hairs of the goatee on his chin. Frank was gonna kill the newbie, hell he was ready to kill the newbie. Pete rushed forward to try and soothe the young woman, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Pete whipped his head around to see Frank looking grim. “What the hell?” Pete whisper-shouted.

Frank put a finger to his mouth and tugged Pete towards the room on the opposite side of the basement. “She saw me.”

At Pete’s confused look Frank continued, “I was out, two towns over, getting cow hearts for the week. I thought I was careful, I swear I was! But, I looked over and there she was just standing there, terrified.”

Pete let out a sound closer to a roar than a growl. “Frank! Why the hell is she here? This is the pack house! We’re gonna have to move everyone, make new identities, find new hunters to make ties with! What the hell were you thinking?”

Frank started pacing, his hands on his hips. He paused every so often, like he was about to speak, before taking in Pete’s face and continuing on his path.

“Okay, I know, this is bad.” Frank started, “But she was terrified, I knew that she was gonna start screaming or go to the police. She saw my face Pete, probably saw my truck too!”

Pete crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, a clear sign for Frank to go on. Pete threw his hands up and gestured to the other room. “What do we do now Frank? These kids look to us, you for leadership.”

“I haven’t figured this all out yet, okay?” Frank closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Listen, she’s sweet, innocent. Even though we make the best of what we are, all I could see when I looked at her was the piece of us we’ve been trying to get back to.”

”How does that justify this Frank?” Pete grabbed Frank by the shoulders forcing the other man to look him right in the eye. “She’s got her whole life ahead of her, wait. You didn’t? Did you?”

Frank shook himself free of Pete’s grasp and glared at him. “You think I turned her?”

Pete shrugged, “You sound like a man in lust, Frank. What the hell am I supposed to think?”

”No! Dammit! No, I just - I need your help Pete. Please.” Frank shrunk into himself and slumped against the nearest wall.

Pete sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time since he walked through the door. He scrubbed his hand down his face again, scratching at his goatee for a moment before making a decision. He walked down the hall and stood at the doorway, looking at the woman who had upset the balance of his life.

What the hell were they going to do now?

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Taglist: @stargazingfangirl18 @krirebr @rebeccapineapple @precious1610 @bval-1 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer

#pete brenner #Frank Adler #we’re all monsters #chris evans #pain hustlers #gifted #paperweightanswers #pete brenner x reader #frank adler x reader #krirebr

[babyjakes]

more than a score.

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | bad grades

pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!student!reader

warnings | frank is sfw daddy only per usual, college student!reader, reader does poorly on an exam and gets upset, negative self-talk, frank is so soft we all deserve a frank <3, all those sweet little names he calls her like "honeybee" :'-), my personal math trauma insertion, the title rhyming makes me feel so silly goofy it's embarrassing lol

word count | 1,285

an | okay so originally this was gonna be steve but thennnnn i kind of just spiralled after seeing a gifset of frank being soft with mary so ;'-) it is what it is lol, i hope you guys like this one!!! this one's for the girlies who are getting their asses kicked by school rn!! i love you and so does frank!!!

Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door, Frank raised a brow in question as he looked out through the doorway to the kitchen and the rest of the house. From what he could see, most of the lights were off, a strange sight he couldn't remember the last time he had come home to. "Honey?" he called out, his worry only growing as he received no response.

Making his way through the house, he scanned each room for you. Through the kitchen, then the living room, and then down the hallway. When he could finally see the faint glow of light coming out from underneath your shared bedroom door, he sighed a bit in relief.

Pausing to knock, he called out again for you, "Sweetheart? You in there?"

Curled up on the maroon loveseat over in the reading corner, you raised your head weakly off your pillow for only a moment. When you couldn't manage a response, the door opened slowly, revealing a slightly panicked-looking Frank. At the sight of you wrapped up under a blanket in the fetal position, your eyes still puffy from apparent tears, the man instantly rushed over to you, crouching down to sit on the floor beside the couch to bring you face to face.

"Honey, honey, hey-" he fussed over you gently, reaching out a hand to brush back your hair, "what's going on, y/n? You look like you've been crying."

Nodding, you scooted forward a bit to lean your head on your daddy's shoulder, tucking your face into the side of his neck as he hummed, "Hey honeybee, c'mere." Slowly wrapping his arms around you, he carefully collected you off the couch, standing up to take your previous place with you now in his lap as he cradled you. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, "I've got you, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's goin' on, pumpkin? Hmm? Did something happen?"

Not able to face him to give him an answer, you once again tucked your head away into his shirt to hide your face, reaching a hand out to point over in the direction of the end table that sat to the side of the couch. Following your gesture with his gaze, Frank's eyes landed on your laptop that still sat open, the screen having dimmed from sitting untouched for too long. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up, pulling it over to set it on top of your legs as he wiggled the mouse.

As the screen lit up, a knowing look formed on the man's face. Reading over the small table displayed in the opened window, he found the dreaded D score that he could guess brought on your pitiful state. "Oh bubba..." his voice trailed off sympathetically as his free hand came up to rub your back. Looking down at you as you hid away in shame, Frank's face softened. "Sweet girl, can you come out and talk to me?" Feeling a fresh round of tears coming on at the tenderness of your daddy's voice, you swallowed hard, clinging to the safety the darkness of his (now damp) button-down provided. "C'mon, honey. You're okay, just wanna help you feel better, honeybee."

Sniffling, it took everything in you to finally find your voice; it trembled as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy."

"What? What are you saying sorry for, sweetheart?" the man soothed as he continued to run his hand up and down your back over your blanket.

"Kn-know it's a bad score, Daddy. Know I did a b-bad job. Didn't mean to, tried really h-hard and... studied a lot but... just... c-can't do math, Daddy. 'm no good at it," you whimpered.

"No baby, hey," Frank shook his head as he pulled back from you slightly, a gentle hand coming up to hold your cheek to prevent you from hiding away again. "Look at me, bubba. C'mon, this is important." Your eyes remained lowered, forcing him to tilt your chin up ever so slightly to finally catch your gaze. "Baby," he breathed, his eyes so full of love and sincerity. "You did not do a bad job. You did your best," he reminded you. "I know you did, honey. I know how hard you studied, how much you did to prepare. You worked so hard. And I'm so proud of you, y/n. Daddy's so proud of you."

"But..." you protested softly, bottom lip starting to wobble again.

Shaking his head, Frank's voice was the gentlest thing you'd ever heard as he started speaking again before you could finish your thought. "No, sweet girl. No 'but's, Daddy is always proud of you when you do your best. And you can do math, baby. You've been doing this math all semester; it was just one hard test. Now it'll be a new unit, with new things to learn. And if you want, Daddy can help you study and get ready for your next test, okay? We'll both do our best, bubba. I'm sure with the two of us putting our brains together, we can get your grade up with the next exam."

Bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes, you nodded, the promise of having your daddy's help on the next unit making you feel slightly more optimistic about continuing through the semester. "Still think I'm smart?" you asked weakly, a tinge of heartbreak appearing on Frank's face as he stroked your cheek softly.

"Of course I do," he whispered, thumbing away at a few stray tears as they dropped down from the corners of your eyes. "Think you're the smartest cookie I know, baby. But you know what else I think? Something way more important than just being smart?"

"Hm?" you hummed curiously, a genuine smile forming on the man's face as he continued.

"I think you're kind. I think you're loving. I think you're so hard-working, so dedicated. I think you're clever, and funny, and a wonderful friend. I think you've got the biggest, bravest heart. Along with your beautiful mind. Of course I think you're smart, y/n; I think you're brilliant in every possible way. But I think you're more than that too, honey. I think you're more than some silly test score; that's no way to measure how smart you are, anyway. Remember what I told you about those damn SAT's?"

That made you giggle a bit as you nodded. Having been a former college professor, Frank surely had firmly established opinions on standardized testing in the country at large, though a lot of times his views on assessment styles could also be shrunk down and applied to things like the math exam just as easily. "They're a scam, Daddy. They don't measure anything important," you recited what you could remember.

"That's right, baby," he affirmed proudly, earning another giggle from you as he nodded with a mock-serious looking face. "A lot of times tests aren't a great way to measure smartness. I know you were understanding the concepts when you were studying, baby. You did such a good job when you showed me all those problems you did."

"The questions were phrased funny," you admitted. "I lost a lot of points because I interpreted them wrong."

"See? You can't beat yourself up for it, baby. I won't let you," he declared.

"Okay Daddy," you hummed, finally feeling a little more at peace with the whole situation as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him a squeeze. "No more beating myself up, I promise."

"Good," Frank smiled gently at you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "No one gets to be mean to my honeybee, not on my watch."

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[navybrat817]

Navy's Port of Call

Your stop for all things fic and writing related.

Writer Info

⚓ My Masterlist

⚓ I write female reader insert fanfiction and do my best to make the reader as inclusive as possible. For that reason, I do not use "readers" in any of my moodboards or graphics.

⚓ I write primarily for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters, but am open to other fandoms.

⚓ Writing Updates: I currently do not have a posting schedule as I write in my limited free time and post when I can. Please, be patient and I will share updates as they are available.

⚓ Taglists: I no longer do taglists. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog and turn on notifications for new fics and updates. 💙

⚓ Requests: Formal requests are currently closed, but never be ashamed to send me your shameless hoe thots, gifs, videos, headcanons, etc. They may inspire something!

⚓ I love discussing my fics and thots, so feel free to ask or comment if you're curious. I value that feedback.

⚓ I happily accept gifs, photos, videos, moodboards, etc., anything that reminds you of one of my fics, AUs, or characters.

⚓ I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission.

⚓ Minors: DNI

I Will Write

⚓ Smut, fluff, angst (within reason), light, soft!dark, dark, AUs (feel free to ask), age difference (of age), poly/threesome, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, cnc, yandere, D/s, somnophilia, cockwarming, sex pollen, praise, praise and degradation, breeding, chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, breath play, sensory deprivation, A/B/O, stepcest, and more. Feel free to ask if it isn't listed below.

I Will Not Write

⚓ RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.

Who I'll Write For

⚓ Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Scott Huffman, Nick Fowler, Hal Carter, Chris Beck, Jefferson, Destroyer!Chris, Steve Kemp, Charles Blackwood, Lee Bodecker, Mickey Henry, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker

⚓ Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Lloyd Hansen

⚓ Henry Cavill Characters: Clark Kent, August Walker, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson

⚓ Misc. Characters: Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Jax Teller, William Miller, Raymond Smith, Sierra Six, Morpheus, The Corinthian, Harwin Strong

Happy reading, lovelies! 💙 And thank you to @rookthorne for the divider and @sgt-seabass for the header. 💙

#navy's port of call #writing #my writing #writing guidelines #about me #about my writing

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Missy’s 3.5K Challenge

Missy’s 3500 Challenge!!

WOW! How did I reach 3500 followers? What a crazy ride this continues to be. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.

(Thank you @fictional-affairs for the header!!)

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.

Reblog this post so others can join in.

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, AU or Prompt you want.

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc) 

It must be a one-shot or new fic

Two people per prompt

Can be either reader insert or OFC

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG.

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s longer than 500 words

Due date:  open

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missys3500challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Marvel Characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Wanda

Natasha

Tony

Loki

Thor

Pietro

Billy Russo

Brock Rumlow

Helmut Zemo

Non-Marvel Characters:

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Andy Barber

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Lloyd Hansen

Nick Fowler

Frank (endings/beginnings)

Chris (Destroyer)

Charles Blackwood

Dean Winchester

Lt. Bradley “Rooster Bradshaw (Maverick)

AU’s:

Mob

Biker

A/B/O

Cop/Detective

Firefighter 

Bartender

Royalty

Vikings

Tropes:

Enemies (to friends) to lovers

Sex pollen

First Time

Annoying Neighbor (Tony - @mostly-marvel-musings )

Love at first sight

Evil Twin (Steve - @ironlady1993 )

Hate Sex

Opposites Attract

Prompts:

"They invited us for the family brunch, am I slashing the tires, or are you?"

"I can't believe you made plans, I thought we were on the same side," (Brock - @nekoannie-chan )

"no one else gets to hurt you, you're mine!" (Mob AU/Andy is prosecuting Steve/trope 1/ - @adulting-sucks )

"I'm 90% certain I lost my sanity because of you," (Stark/Mob au/trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo ) & (Trope 5/Lloyd- @nepenthe-raes-affairs )

"You think your life is worth more than mine? Think again sweetheart," (Ransom & Lloyd AU 7, Tropes 5 and 6, - @sarah-in-disguise )

“Of course, they'll fall in love, I planned it," (Stark/Mob au/Trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo )

"Her boyfriend showed up? Oh no, this isn't good," (SamxBlack ReaderxBucky/trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon )

"You're single, they're single, I'm a great third-wheel. It's a perfect match," 

"So I mean nothing to you now?" After everything we've done!"

"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here now,” (Dean/Bartender/Sex pollen - @tarithenurse ) & (Dark Steve - @kitkatd7 )

"Remind me to take a vacation after this,"

"I was never good enough, you always hurt me, so why? why do I miss you?" (Steve or Brock - @nekoannie-chan )

"I can't stop staring at her picture," (Ari/AU 7/trope 8 - @ladyfallonavenger )

"The image of you pops into my head and I just lose my breath,"

“You had me at hello.” (Dean/royalty- @spnexploration )

"Ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave," (Steve/Mob - @captainapple )

"I’ll always be here for you,”

"This is why I love you,"

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" (Ransom/bartender au - @fluffycutecevans )

"you're so beautiful,"

"I would burn the whole city down for you," (Loki/Vikings/Enemies to lovers - @floatinginadreamofhim )

"I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?" (Enemies to lovers/BillyorThor - @lokislastlove )

“Just kiss already!” (Trope 4, w/Sam or Steve @ghostofskywalker )

“I miss your warmth,” (Steve - @americasass81 )

“Do you regret letting us end?” (Trope 7, w/ Sam - @fluffyprettykitty )

#missys3500challenge #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #fanfic writing challenge #marvel writing #writing challenge #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

2.5k Followers Creative Challenge and Exchange!

As part of my 2.5k Followers Party Bonanza I have created this creative challenge and exchange!

Effectively it combines a traditional writing challenge, gif exchange and prompt requests! There is a way for literally everyone to get involved!

I have tried to make it as clear as possible below but send me an ask or message if you want clarification!

Masterlist of all entries can be found here

How to enter:

Below are 3 lists featuring characters, tropes and a dialogue prompt!

The piece of work must include something from each list, you can either pick them yourself, ask me to pick them for you, or you can send them to me or other participating blogs as a request/prompt!

If I don’t answer immediately don’t worry, I’m British so it might be the timezone! If I don’t respond in the week then give me a little nudge!

I will be creating a masterlist of all entries so please please tag me in them so its easier for me to find and link them all!

If you want to recieve prompts from your followers:

Share this post and make it clear for your followers in the reblog that you want prompts sent in

When you post a creation please tag me in it and also send me a link via DM because tags are sooo temperamental on this site! 

Also tag your your work with #ssmf2.5kbonanza I will be checking that tag every evening!

Please highlight your prompt in someway (either at the beginning or in the text)

If you want to be given a prompt to write by me:

either pick your prompts yourself (at least 1 from each list) or ask me to give you them (if there is a prompt you do not want let me know!) 

If you are posting an entry once it is posted tag me in it and also send me a link via DM because tags are sooo temperamental on this site!

Also tag your your work with #ssmf2.5kbonanza I will be checking that tag every evening!

Please highlight your prompt in someway (either at the beginning or in the text)

Once you’ve posted your creation if I haven’t responded within a week send me a DM to let me know!

If you want to send me prompts:

Pick prompts from the lists below (1 from each list) and send them to me via ask or DM me

Rules:

All forms of creation allowed! fics, poems, headcanons, art, edits all welcomed!

You don’t have to be following me to participate but you can it you want!

Reader inserts and OFC are allowed and welcomed!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

All ethnicities, interracial, LGBT and polyamorous stories are encouraged!

TAG YOUR CREATIONS WITH WARNINGS!!!

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality! If this rule is broken I WILL NOT READ/REBLOG!

SMUT, Fluff, Angst etc all allowed.

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

No word limit! If it’s over 500 words please use the read more function!

I reserve the right not to read/reblog.

Deadline:

There is NONE! 

This challenge exchange is open for all of eternity! so if you’ve stumbled upon this post 10 years in the future and wanna have a go then you can! 

Prompt list:

These prompts are open to everyone and can be combined in anyway! The possibilities are endless!

If you are using a wildcard please say what character/trope/dialogue you are using as your wildcard!

Characters:

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Colin Shea

Ransom Drysdale

Curtis Everett

WILDCARD! (you can pick any character you want, not included in this list!) 

Tropes/AUs

Fake Dating

Only One Bed!

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Cuddling for warmth

Trapped together

Mistaken Identity

One night only

A/B/O AU

Mob AU

Sports team AU

College AU

Emergency Service AU

(Medieval) Royalty AU

Pornstar AU

Fairytale / Fantasy AU

WILDCARD! (you can pick a trope/au not included in this list!)

Dialogue

“I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small army”

“you must have misheard me”

“didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers”

“this isnt what it looks like, i swear! okay… it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain”

“okay, I think we do need to call an ambulance”

“i don’t know what happened officer”

“I don’t hate you, that would imply i care” 

“you’ve caught me at a really bad time”

“excuse me, sorry that’s my seat”

“when did you last see him? think! this is important!”

“woah, back up, you’re losing me”

“you have to tell her/him/them, it wouldn’t be right not to”

“for what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either”

"Pass the binoculars. Hurry!"

"You're funny, but I can tell you’re hiding something."

"Promise me you’ll never tell anyone what you just saw."

“Keep an eye on the door, but whatever you do, don’t open it.”

WILD CARD! (you can use a piece of dialogue not included in this list!)

#ssmf2.5kbonaza #Writing challenge #prompts #creative challege

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Hi! Thank you so much for sending this. I am gonna switch it up a bit, because instead of five fics, I'm gonna share a series and then four other masterlists that I feel everyone should go check out.

My own series I'm sharing is Life Is Short So Make It Sweet. It features Curtis Everett and a plus-sized reader he affectionately calls Honey. It's a soft domestic series for a character that IMO deserves some good.

Then you should check out @angrythingstarlight's expansive masterlist that has so many incredible AU's for characters like Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, etc. If Mafia or Bikers is your theme, this is the one for you.

Also her birthday is coming up and she is doing a special writing celebration!

Absolutely gotta go see @sagechanoafterdark's masterlist. She has so many interesting series, but one of my all time favorites is a Bucky Barnes and Special Enhanced Reader called Lazarus. It's got it all in this series! Her other writings include a variety of Chris Evans characters and different themes.

For more AU series I would check out @navybrat817. She writes for a variety of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, sometimes intermingling them all together into fascinating scenarios. Nick Fowler and Bucky Barnes in the same verse? Yeah, she made it happen.

And @what-is-your-plan-today's masterlist is a treasure trove. Her series are long, well plotted and full of surprises. She writes for a variety of Chris Evans characters and will write OC's as well as Reader inserts. A few of her series are also co-written with other incredible writers, so each one is a little different in style.

#amber answers #gotta give our creators support in these trying times

[cassieb1617]

ABOUT ME

NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST

Hello everyone! I‘m Cassie, my pronouns are she/her and I‘m 21. I come from Germany so English is not my first language, my zodiac sign is Sagittarius and my Hogwarts house is Slytherin. I‘m also a big Marvel and Harry Potter nerd which is what this blog is about. 

I, at first, made this blog to read fanfiction about my favourite Harry Potter characters but then decided to write some of them myself, later on I began watching the Marvel movies and started writing for my favourite MCU characters as well. 

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James Potter

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Lily Evans

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

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Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

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Chris Evans

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)

Stu Macher (Scream 1996)

Sam Carpenter (Scream V)

Amber Freeman (Scream V)

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Characters I write for

— Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler, Mickey Henry, Stucky, Frank Adler, Natasha Romanoff, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen

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[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #16 - Frank Adler angst

The one where you disappear

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

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Frank’s P.O.V.

Waking up to find her gone would forever be one of the worst feelings I’d ever experienced in my life. Everyone was panicking. Even Ari, who was used to some of the most anxiety-ridden situations on the planet, was out of his mind with worry.

We were deciding what to do - who should risk going to the village and try to get a hold of her, hoping this was nothing but a misunderstanding and she hadn’t been kidnapped - or worse, killed - as retaliation for what people thought we had done when the door opened and in she came, holding a box, with the biggest smile on her face.

“Good morning!” She greeted us. “I woke up early for once, so I decided to go into the village and…” Her voice disappeared once she caught onto the tense atmosphere in the room. “Is… Is something wrong?”

Different reactions surrounded us. Ransom rolled his eyes, Steve and Andy scoffed, but Ari and I just stood there, staring at her, our hands curled into fists and chests heaving. “Where the fuck were you?” I yelled, not even taking notice of the way the sudden rise in volume startled her. “You weren’t here when we woke up! Do you have any idea of how worried we were?”

She seemed stunned, which only infuriated us more. “B-but I… I bought cupcakes…” She offered the box to us as if that provided any comfort to the fear we’d felt. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a part of me melted at the sight - at the knowledge that she’d done this with the best of intentions.

But that part was too far gone for me to care.

“Drop the innocent act,” Ari growled. “It might be cute, but we’re not really up for playing right now.” She just stood there, mouth hanging open as she blinked at us, unable to come up with any sort of comeback.

And then I had enough.

“You’ve forced me to do this, kitten,” I warned as I pulled her to follow me to the couch, and then forced her to fall over my legs, her ass exposed as the skirt of her dress raised up. “You can’t just go disobey our orders and expect us not to punish you for it.”

“Punish me?” She questioned, confusion clear in her tone. “Wait!” But I was done waiting. I had waited all morning for her to reappear, and now the blood pumping in my veins was inciting me for action.

I spanked her. Hard. Her surprised yelp had my cock twitching inside my jeans, but I was  too busy tearing her underwear off and throwing its scraps in the direction of my brothers so I could rub her ass and prepare her for another slap.

“Yes, punish you,” I confirmed it, grabbing her hair with my free hand. “Didn’t we tell you not to go into the village?” I asked, letting my hand fall harshly over her skin once more. “Didn’t we make it perfectly clear that your life is with us now?”

Her skin was soft underneath my fingertips as she started crying. I wanted to say that it touched me, and in a way, it did. Just not in the way she was probably hoping for.

Her cries became louder the rougher I was, and it only got me hornier. “For fuck’s sakes” I groaned, palm massaging her ass every time it fell down over her cheek because I just couldn’t help myself. “Those tears won’t help you, darling. You’re ours, do you understand that?”

She nodded quickly, hands gripping my thighs tightly while everyone watched. “Y-Yes!” She forced herself to say, but it came out more like a moan. I knew she enjoyed this. I’d spanked her many other times when we were alone, but this was different.

This was punishment, and although we had talked about it beforehand, now that it was happening, I felt myself quickly losing control. “Will you ever pull this kind of shit again?” I inquired, following my question with another spank because I didn’t really care to hear her answer. “Will you ever be this stupid?”

She answered either way, broken cries of a ‘no’ catching on her throat and making me swallow my own saliva, suddenly desperate to lick her tears away. I could feel her leaking everywhere - her tears wetting my jeans, as was the drool from her open mouth, but also the constant flood of her wetness that had now ruined my clothes. She was beyond aroused, that much was sure.

I gave her one last spank, a much more forceful one, closing my own eyes at the sound of her strangled moan. I knew she was cumming untouched, just from this, and it made the throbbing in my pants that much harder to ignore.

But I couldn’t take care of her in the way she needed me to right now. The fear was still instilled deep into me, and I’d just ended up doing something I’d regret.

“Frank.” It was Andy’s voice that broke me out of my mindset. “I think that’s enough for now.”

So I just nodded, getting up from the couch with her in my arms before depositing her on Andy’s. I cradled her face in my hands, brushing some of the tears away while I waited for her eyes to focus on me again.

“Next time, please remember we don’t need cupcakes,” I whispered. “We just need you to be safe.” When she nodded, I raised my gaze to my older brother’s, silently asking if he’d take over for me.

“We’ll take care of her,” he assured me, knowing I had to leave.

It’d only take me a couple of hours to be able to control myself again, but for now, it was safer if I just let the wolf in me free to run around until this panic disappeared, so I wouldn’t just explode and take it all out on her in a way that would actually hurt her.

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[letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked]

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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[voidmadisonrecs]

chris evans recs

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

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

Chris Evans

butterflies - @chanelfaerie

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

pop the questions - @angelkurenai

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

white - @agentofbarnes

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

ask me properly - @twittytelly

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

red carpet w/ chris - @avenging-fandoms

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

happy goddamn new year - @fluffymisha97

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

sweet creature - @buckyhoney

domestic shit

ass man headcanon - @agentofbarnes

chris evans sure does love ass

and then he came along - @teebarnes

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

granola bar and lots of love - @planetofawe

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

claim - @cloudystevie

your husband puts a baby in you (smut)

beer gut - @violetlilysunshine

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

dumb - @agentofbarnes

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

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

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

the big 4-0 - @rocketrhap3000

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

my girl - @punani

chris loves calling you his girl (smut)

the fluffer (masterlist) - @punani

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

wedding shenanigans - @flowerbouquet

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

grocery run - @bucksfucks

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

chain - @bucksfucks

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

home late (part 2) - @violetlilysunshine

smuttttttt

severance - @punani

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

so beautiful to me - @uprootbasic

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

sundress season - @jurassicbarnes

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

mwah - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

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

long hair lover - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

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

slobbery kisses - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho 

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

baby rose - @fluffymisha97

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

eve - @kiwisomething

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

parenting is hard blurb - @lokiscu

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

isla - @uprootbasic

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

the neighbours lights - @lokiscu

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

paparazzi - @ozarkthedog

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

thunder - @worksby-d

your daughter is scared of the thunder (baby fever)

she’s the one - @worksby-d

chris x singlemom!reader masterlist (baby fever)

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

masterlist (baby fever)

truth be told - @kthynes

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

not her - @agentofbarnes

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

the love we have - @kthynes

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

Frank Adler

i ruined our sweet tune - @rodrikstark

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

buttons - @rodrikstark

buttoning franks shirt headcanon 

waffles - @amylillian22

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

remember - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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

breeding kink - @stargazingfangirl18

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

magic demeanor - @bloodiedskirtts

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

Ransom Drysdale

2:27 am - @cloudystevie

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

cold (third part of his return) - @kiwisomething

hugh is cold sleeping on the couch by himself 

new man - @worksby-d

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

morning dew - @agentofbarnes

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

Andy Barber

the proposal - @fairyevans

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

consequences - @stargazingfangirl18

life after your breakup with ransom (smut)

yes, mrs barber - @jurassicbarnes

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

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[iloveart06]

Santa Tell Me Frank Adler x Male reader

Gif Not Mine

Warnings: Smut (Role playing, Praise kink, Thigh riding)

Florida was a bit warm to make it seem as if it were Christmas. Kids were running outside in the yard, while adults chatted. The warm sunset was going down, leaving colors of orange and red painted in the sky. It was a wonderful day for loves ones to be together and to make wishes come true

“Why do I have to wear the costume, it’s so itchy and uncomfortable” Frank complains, coming out of the room with a Santa costume displayed on him. Giggling, M/N says, “Because you compromised yourself to Mary and her girl scout friends that Santa will show up babe.” Indeed, it was but M/N was taking advantage of it. Seeing his hot muscular boyfriend walk around in a Santa suit made his dick twitch. “Will it help if I told you, you look sexy as fuck in that.” M/N grinned. A small smirk flourished Franks’s lips, “baby are you really turning this to a different direction?”

“Why not, it’s not like we’re innocent anyways...it’s just for fun. So why not do it?” So sweet and seductive his words sounded to Franks’s ears. “Alright then, come here boy sit on Santa’s lap.” Frank sat himself on the sofa, slapping his thighs. With a sweet smile, M/N frees his pants off, only leaving his briefs and makes his way to Frank. M/N moves to slot both of his thighs one either of Frank’s own when he makes a soft noise. “Such a good boy.”  

His own thighs lie on either side of Frank’s one, M/n’s body offset from his boyfriend’s own. Frank’s thighs are spread wide so that M/N’s legs can rest comfortably on either side. “Fuck...” Is the only word that M/N could produce. “Right baby, right there, rub your dick on Santas’s lap. Sucha good boy for santa...”

M/N falls forward, his small whine forces his body to sway forward. Now he found his face pressed into the crook of Franks’s neck. The line of his body tucked tight against the soft fabric of the Santa suit. A set of coos and chuckles make M/N’s ear’s burn as well of his cheeks with the humiliation brought to him. Then an arm swoops down and around his back. “M/N baby, come on. Get a move.” 

So, he does, he starts to move. The arm entwined around his back helps guide him as do the sweet noises and soft lips at his ears and side the side of his face, whispering such things. His hips are sloppy at first and he moans at the feeling of Frank’s pants soft between his cheeks, the way his balls feel being pressed against the cottony fabric. Right and left, M/N shifts, forward and backward, trying to find that sweet spot. “Nghh...agh, fuck.” There it was. M/N leans forward some more, has to tip his ass back more. They press his dick right into the blue-eyed man’s thighs and his stomach, keeping him there, allowing him to feel that friction, that relief. Once feeling it, he can’t stop pressing forward. 

Each hump he gives to his Santa daddy’s leg, M/N lets out choked moans. “That’s it baby, that’s my boy. Santa likes giving.” Those words push M/N closer and closer to his orgasm of Franks’s sweet praises and humiliation. M/N’s weeping wet little sobs with his heavy exhales. It’s the handsome blue eyed’ man words that push him there but it’s the disproportion of power that makes M/N squeal, makes his toes curl, makes his soft noises turn a bit desperate. Frank’s hands help push and squeeze M/N just right. He was purring in the younger male’s ear. “Ohh Santa...” Was all M/N could say. It sounded so messy, so garbled. 

Suddenly a thick finger hooks into his asshole, tugging his rim. It wasn’t after a few minutes that Frank’s hand was giving slow strokes at his cock. Tugging the blue eye man closer, M/N grabs for Frank’s head as he cried. That funny ticklish feeling built as he continued to grind and hump on the same spot. It’s so exhausting, he can’t even make words come out. Pumping his hips forward some more, he shivers and moans. A fuzzy cloudy image takes over his mind as his eyes rolled back. “Are you gonna cum baby, S’my baby gonna cum?” Frank teases, “What a mess you’re for me, beautiful but messy honey.” 

A wail of a cry flourishes out of his mouth when he feels his orgasm coming to the edge. And all it took was a loud whiny moan as he came all over the soft fabric. Two big hands cup the breathless young male, pulling him in for a wet kiss. “Good boy, so good for Santa baby love...daddy loves ya honey.” “Love you too...” 

I hope you enjoyed the fic, I felt that it was shitty so Sorry if this fanfic was short and shitty

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[wiypt-writes]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

A Frank Adler One Shot.

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

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

Pairings:  Frank Adler x Reader

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

Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist

❤️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔

I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show…

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

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

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

How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?

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

"Who does he think he is?"

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

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

“You shouldn’t be here.”

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

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

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

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

“This shouldn’t-“

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

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

You knew he was a goner.

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

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

And everything would change.

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

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

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

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

It was so wrong.

Yet you happily obliged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

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

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

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

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

And you blinked back a solitary tear.

*****

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

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

One night stand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all he could taste was you.

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

“You happy?”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

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

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

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

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

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

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories

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[onsunnyside]

𝙁.𝘼. – Smut

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles, headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘈𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@americasass91 - More than a Hookup - neighbours

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

@chanelfaerie - stepdad!frank

@fairyevans - Late Night Reminders

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Frank Drabble

Kinktober Day 4: Breeding Kink w/Frank Adler

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[theycallmebecca]

For old fashioned DD’s:

“I can’t believe she takes after you!”

With any character 💙

Thanks for the prompt @bugsbucky. Not going to lie, this one kind of stumped me a bit. But I worked it out eventually.

This is for the old fashioned drunk drabble event going on at all three HBC’s today. This one is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club.

Title: Fast Talking

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

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

Frank stared open mouth as his Mary, his ten-year-old niece, left the kitchen after giving the two of you a complete rundown of her day at school in less than thirty seconds.

“I can’t believe,” Frank muttered.

“She takes after you,” you told him with a smile.

“What do you mean?” he demanded, looking at you with a frown.

“You can talk very fast when you want to,” you teased. “You put valley girls to shame.”

“Now wait just one damn minute,” Frank retorted. He opened his mouth to tell you off, but then slammed it closed.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” you said with a smile.

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