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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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Riding Free

One Shot: All Hands On Deck Kinktober Day 11: HANDS

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Summary: Fliss can’t get enough of her Sailor’s Hands…

Warnings; SMUT SMUT SMUT (yeah…no under 18s, NSFW)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fiction bad Fliss Gallagher and any other original characters. I do not consent to have my work copied/translated onto any other site. If you are reading this story anywhere bar Tumblr, it has been taken without my consent. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 2.3k

A/N: I would say I’m sorry about this…but I’m really NOT

Riding Free Masterlist // Main Master-list

September 2022

Frank turned off his truck engine and cracked his neck. That had been a bit of a longer errand than he’d expected thanks to a road closure due to a car accident on the highway.

“Fucking Sunday Florida drivers.” He muttered, hopping down from his Mitsubishi. He headed up the path and through the side door, greeting Thor who had wandered into the mud room having heard his footsteps.

“Hey boy…”

After giving him a fuss, he moved through to the kitchen-slash- family room and smiled as he saw Fliss and Mary on the sofa, bowl of popcorn between them.

“Hey…” Fliss looked over and he smiled.

“Hey, honey.” He crossed to give her a quick kiss, “sorry I’m so late back.”

“It’s okay. I saved your dinner when you called.”

“Thanks. You okay, Stack?”

“Yup.” She didn’t turn from the TV.

“Alex in bed?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Fliss nodded, “went down half an hour or so ago.”

Frank sighed, he hated missing bed time, especially seeing as he’d set off almost three hours ago for what should have been an hour round trip, tops. He should have been home, had dinner, and helped put his boy to bed in the time it had taken him to drive across town and back. His eyes then strayed to the TV as Mary laughed.

“What are you watching?”

“She Hulk.” Fliss replied, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

“What?” Frank arched a brow.

“It’s a Marvel show.”

“A female hulk? How? I mean-“

“Look, stop asking as you hate Marvel, you won’t like it.” Mary stated, then she giggled, “look, Mom, she’s got Captain America’s butt as a screen saver!”

Fliss paused the screen and smirked as she tilted her head to one side. “Oh yeah…”

“That’s America’s ass.” Mary giggled, saluting as Fliss laughed.

Frank scoffed, “well, seeing as my boy is in bed and you two are somewhat preoccupied with a fictional soldier’s rear end…”

“Errr have some respect for Steve Rogers.” Fliss narrowed her eyes. Frank arched his brow in response before he snorted.

“I’m gonna have my dinner and nip out and do some more work on the Camper Van.”

“You know, you guys have had that thing like almost two years and you’re still doing it up, Dad!” Mary stated the obvious.

“Hey, it works, we’ve been out and used it.” Frank folded his arms, “this is its second do up…I’m merely updating the engine and some of the cosmetics and tu-“ he stopped and narrowed his eyes as Mary sniggered. “What is this? Pick on Frank day?”

“Oh hush.” Fliss smirked, “go and get your hands dirty, leave us to watch our show.”

“Ohhh after this can we start a rewatch of Falcon And The Winter Soldier?” Mary asked.

“Sure.” Fliss shrugged, “but only one episode tonight. You got school tomorrow. And it’s Alex’s first day back at Daycare so we need to be up and ready.”

"Fine... Fine..." Mary sighed, popping kernels in her mouth.

Frank dropped a kiss to Fliss’ head before he made his way back to his truck for the box of spare parts he had been to collect. He tucked them under one arm and headed into his garage and stepped through to the workshop.

“Hey, Wanda…” he patted the shiny blue camper van fondly on the bonnet. He chuckled to himself, he was well aware the name belonged to a Marvel character, and was also a play on the word “wander” which had been suggested by Mary.

He’d spent his time doing the vehicle up, just as he had with his boat and finished it mostly almost seven months to the date since they’d been given it as a gift.

Since then, they’d had a few goes in it up and down the County. Camping trips , days out and it had worked well enough but as with his boat, Frank had identified further improvements to “pimp his ride” even more. These included a bigger engine, chrome plated fenders and wing mirrors, a state of the art entertainment system and new leather upholstery to replace the current cloth ones that Fliss and her mum had installed as a stop gap measure.

An hour and a half into said engine improvements, or his 'Frank time' as he'd taken to referring to it as, Fliss came out, his dinner plate in hand.

"Hey Sailor, you forgot something..."

Frank looked round and gave a little chuckle, “shit. Sorry, Cowgirl.”

She popped a shoulder, “it’s okay. Mary’s headed to bed. She told me to tell you she’s calling child services to report you for neglecting your father-uncle duties, and will be referring to you as Frank for the next forty-eight hours as punishment.”

“Huh, could she not just talk to me at all?” His eyes twinkled with humour.

“Well, she pondered that but then decided you’d tell her that wasn’t a punishment, more like a very welcome break.”

Frank pointed at her with a smirk, "Yahtzee."

Fliss laughed, shaking her head. “How long you intending on staying out here? Not that it matters, just figuring out whether or not I can start my weekly lesson plans for the yard or wait until tomorrow morning.”

"You could sit out here and do them, I'll bring up that little table."

“Huh, not just a pretty face are you?”

"Meh, I've been known to have brighter days." He shrugged. "At least sit with me while I eat."

“Alright, you got any beer in that fridge?” She nodded to the back of the workshop and Frank scoffed.

“How long you known me? Course there’s beer in there.”

“Well then gimme one.”

“We are still talking about the beer, yeah?” Frank grinned.

“Pervert.”

Frank laughed as he moved to pull two cold Buds out of the fridge. He popped the caps and handed one to Fliss.

"Why thank you, Sailor."

She took it from him, her eyes straying to his hand and she frowned. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

Frank looked down at his hand, noticing the knick on his knuckles. He wiped it on the rag, half out his pocket. "It's nothing, grazed it tightening up something."

“Did you seriously just wipe it with that filthy shit rag?” Fliss wrinkled her nose as Frank perched on a stool in front of his work bench. “You’re disgusting .”

He popped a shoulder and sipped his bottle. "Done worse."

Fliss shook her head, “let me see.”

He took a small bite of his meal and passed his hand over to her. "It's nothing."

She took a deep breath and gently took it, twisting her wrist so his fingers lay across her palm. She gently swiped her thumb over the back of his knuckles as she looked at his skin.

He was currently grubby from the work he’d been doing. And the hand she held was sporting a few healing cuts and grazes, from various minor knocks he picked up at work or around their home and yard. They were dotted across his long fingers and the back of his hand. His blunt nails were dirty, but would be scrubbed clean that night before bed, just as they always were when he came home from work or finished whatever hobby project he was working on.

Maybe once, in a time before she’d met him, they’d been softer and neater, thanks to his previous career as a professor. But now, Frank Adler had well worn and weathered hands.

And Fliss fucking adored them.

She loved the way those fingers would drum noisily on a surface, indicating he was bored, maybe restless or impatient. How they’d slap his thigh or hers when he had made a decision. Even the way he would crack his knuckles either absentmindedly when deep in thought, or on purpose with a smirk as he knew the noise made her shudder and grimace as she hated it.

But what she loved the most was how those hands, so tough, rough and calloused from years of manual labor were also as soft and gentle as the man they belonged to.

Five years ago, on a boat out on the open water, they'd held her to him as he'd kissed her tenderly. Three years back, they’d delicately yet ever so safely held their baby boy for the first time in the hospital, and continued to be safe, careful and strong with both her and the kids.

They could also be a little possessive. His fingers would slip through hers when in public, or grip her hip as his arm slid round her waist, always just tight enough to keep her close, squeezing when he knew she needed reassurance or comfort, or simply wanted to remind her, and anyone else for that matter, that he was there and she was his.

They were delicate and loving when he trailed his fingers up and down her arm, her neck or her spine. They would dance across her shoulders or skin, heating her from the inside out.

And of course, there were other things those hands could do, when they were alone…

"Frankie..."

“Yeah?"

Brown eyes met blue from beneath heavy lids and Frank arched his brow.

Fliss moved to stand between his legs, which were spread apart at the knees as his feet rest on the lower rung of his stool. “Put your hands on me, Sailor.”

Frank hopped down and grabbed her by the waist, turning turned their bodies so her back bumped the work bench. "But I'm filthy."

“And?”

A low chuckle bounced that Adam's apple in his throat. Frank cupped her face. He gazed at her and smirked before he dove right in to give her a harsh kiss, filled with tongue.

She kissed him back, her own hands tangling in his hair, nails taking over his scalp.

“Whaddya want, cowgirl?” His lips hovered over hers.

“Your hands…”

“Yes, ma'am." With a grin he kissed her again. “Turn around.”

Fliss smirked as her eyes glowed with mischief. She spun on the ball of her foot and leaned against the workbench. Craning her neck so she could peer over her shoulder, she smirked. "Well?"

“Sassy tonight, I like it.” He grinned as he pulled her back into him. His hands squeezed her hips, before he gripped the hem of her vest top and pulled it over her head.

Fingers glided up her sides and belly until Frank's hands covered her bra covered breasts and gave them a generously hard squeeze.

Fliss sighed, her head rolling back onto his shoulder.

"Again..." she said softly as her arm snaked up Frank's neck.

Frank chuckled, his lips fluttering against her neck as his hands pulled down the cups of her bra. “Like that?” His voice was a raspy whisper as his fingers and thumbs found her nipples.

A lustful moan came out her throat from the depths of her chest, the vibration beating against Frank's chest. "Yep."

“My hands feel good, huh, baby?” He hummed, tweaking a little harder.

"Always so good."

“Want then to make you cum?”

"Oh, yes...." Fliss whimpered.

Frank gave a low grunt as his teeth nipped her neck, his hands working a little harder. With each tweak, pull and squeeze, he could hear and feel Fliss reacting as she writhed and panted. Her head was completely laid back on his shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open.

"Thassit, Cowgirl. Get lost....." he was in her ear.

He could feel himself growing hard in his tasty jeans, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the crotch of the denim. With a nip to hee ear that made her squeal, his right hand traced its way down her sternum to her belly and slipped into the waistband of her lounge shorts.

Fliss gasped and moaned, the feel of his hands on her was one of her favorite things.

"Oh, Lissy," Frank crooned lowly in her ear, "so wet for me."

“Always…” she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair.

With a grunt of satisfaction at the feel of her fist, Frank began toying with her clit. Running circles around it with his middle finger.

Fliss gasped, her hips bucking at his touch.

“Thassit, baby…” his breath was warm on her face. As those nimble fingers toyed with his wife, coaxing her closer and closer, her pelvis started to move, grinding herself against his palm. "Chase it, baby," he dug his heel upward into her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck…” her knees buckled a little and Frank moved his left arm across her chest, holding her up as his fingers found her right nipple.

"Fahk, darlin'," he grunted. "I got you."

“You…you always…oh, god…” she groaned, her eyes flying open, “you always..always do…”

"You're there, cowgirl , c'mon."

Her breath was coming in quick, rapid pants, a staccato rhythm as the feel of his strong arms and those hands she loved so much completely overwhelmed her.

“Frankie…Frank…Frank…”

“I gotchu …” he repeated as he kissed her neck behind her ear. He then groaned when he felt Fliss buck violently in his arms. “Atta girl.”

Her walls clamped around his fingers as she cried out into the silence and dim light of his workshop.

"There you go...." Frank said softly as his lips press into her cheek.

Fliss gave a hum of satisfaction as she sagged backwards. Frank gently slid his hand up and out of her shorts, his fingers sticky with her slick as the rest on her belly.

“I can feel you,” Fliss spoke, her voice raspy as she gained her breath. “Poking me…”

“Well, I’m kinda turned on right now…” he replied , with a cheeky grins of his rock hard dick into the small of her back.

With a slow movement, Fliss turned in his arms and gripped at his shirt. She stepped back towards the work bench, a smirk on her face.

“Well, we best do something about it then, huh?”

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #chris evans kinktober #frank adler fanfiction #Frank Adler x ofc #frank adler #gifted fan fic #gifted fanfic

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cassieb1617 · 1 year

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ABOUT ME

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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.

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one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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→ pregnancy chris e x wife f!reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ you and chris are newlyweds and have been married for four months, you recently found out you were pregnant and are yet to tell chris. Last week he went out to an interview stating how willing he was to become a father, this is how you tell him. "what's one thing you want most in the world"

warnings / other notes ↪nope short and sweet

Today is the day I tell Chris about our child, I found out two months ago and despite waking up early and going to sleep really late. It had been weeks, months and I tried to hide it but Chris would keep asking questions. are you okay? do you need a doctor? I think I drew the line when I watched his interview he had done last week and the interviewer had asked a question about him being a father and his response was 'chris does wanna be a daddy'. It melted my heart to bits. I had done a pregnancy test this morning while Chris was out running some errands, I knew I should have kept the first test but I freaked out at first, Chris and I weren't initially trying for a baby but we were open to the idea. Chris was suppose to come home in a few minutes so I slowly walked down to the living room propping my phone camera up in a hidden location, somewhere where Chris wouldn't dare look. "im home my love" he says walking in the front door as I poke my head out of the door and he smiles at me "hello mr Evans" I smile walking over to him as he closes the door turning around to find me and I kiss him. "well hello mrs Evans" he hums gently kissing my forehead "how was it?" I say walking into the living room sitting on the couch, my heart pounding out of my chest for the news i'm about to tell him. "it was fine, pretty busy you know i had a few meetings" he mumble laying down on my lap and I run my hands through his hair "yeah" I hum and he smiles nodding as he grabs my free hand kissing it gently. I look up to where I placed my phone before looking down at him "i have news" I say and his eyes sparkle "yeah?" he says sitting up "yeah you might wanna sit up" I chuckle readjusting my position to face him. "what's the one thing you want most in the world?" I ask him "seriosuly or jokingly?" he asks "seriously love" I smile sweetly at him and he grabs my hands "me and you, and our little baby to live in a house far away from the crowd, just our little family" he says truthfully, the suns reflection was visible in his eyes. "a baby?" I ask and he nods, I let go of one of his hands reaching for my pocket "is it a gun?" he says laughing jokingly and I do too, pulling out a positive pregnancy test and handing it to him. It takes him a while to render it through his mind but when he does he looks up with tears in his eyes "is this like scarlett's or like one of your friends?" he says covering his mouth with one hand and I shake my hand. "chris wants to be a daddy, chris is gonna be a daddy" I say holding his cheeks and he drops the test grabbing my face and kissing me, he grabs my hands getting off the sofa pulling me up with him as he picks me up spinning me around. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD" he laughs and I chuckle and he places me down softly "you're serious" he says holding my hands "way serious" I laugh "how long?" he asks "2 months" I say and he jumps up and down, Dodger runs into the living room. "you're gonna have a mini friend buddy" Chris says kneeling down to Dodger's level and Dodger rolls over, Chris rubs his stomach looking up "i'm gonna be a dad" he says quietly and a tear rolls down his cheek. He stands up wiping his eyes "are you crying?" I ask sweetly, my heart melting at his seven stages of realisation "no" he chuckles covering his eyes and a tear rolls down my cheek as I wrap my arms around him lovingly. "me, you and our little baby" he says wrapping his arms around me, his faint little sobs could be hear as he buries his face in my neck crying "i'm gonna be a dad" he whispers "you're gonna be a dad" I repeat.

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marveling-chrisevans · 4 years

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I’m Proud || Chris Evans x Reader

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x You

Warnings: None, father figure / reader dynamic

Words Count: 801

Prompt: Requested by @shady80smusicsingercolor

Summary: Where the reader is 16 and the reader is cast with Chris Evans for a show. The reader had never had supportive parents growing up cause the siblings were always the ones that got the love and support but never them. So the reader sees Chris as a father figure. During lunch breaks he starts taking bout his parents he asked the reader and the reader simply broke down, and told him everything and comforts them and reassures them he Is proud of them.

Tag-List: @patzammit @torntaltos @smoothdogsgirl (tag list is also open so if you want to be tagged let me know, you can reply to this or send an ask)

A/N: Two in two days. LOOK AT HER GO. Requests are open, one sentence to an imagine. Give me something to do. this one hits a little to close to home for me as I deal with this on a daily basis but as an older girl now a days.

Being 16 is never the easiest thing in the world. One thing that you never really had was a support system, you followed your own dream, auditioned for a show that would launch your career. You got the part and it was a dream come true. Your parents didn’t really care what you did because well you were not the favorite. You were just the middle child of nothing is how it made you feel. Which is why you went and did your own thing. You emancipated yourself and moved yourself out to LA, into a small studio apartment. The next day you started your first job. It was a dream come true, you were quiet and a little afraid of everything new surroundings. The first week on set you were quiet, sitting with the co stars at lunch and speaking with them. One of them them you had made quick friends with. His name was Chris. He made sure you got a break and knew when you ate and had a ride home safely knowing you were not even 18 yet.

It was about two weeks into the the shoot and you were starting to feel more at home. You hung out with Chris, spending more time with him he actually felt more like a father than your real life father ever was. He cared. He supported you making sure that you got home safe, that you had everything that you needed. Things a normal person would not due for the person that they just met. After about two weeks in you were sitting at the lunch table thinking about home and your siblings and everything else. It had been a normal routine sitting with Chris during lunch. Today the conversation went a little bit different. Chris started to talk about his parents and his siblings and how they were all so close. How he wouldn’t be able to do any of this without them

You started to zone out well he spoke, it broke your heart, it felt like something just stabbed you as you thought that you would never have that sort of thing in your life

‘y/n, hey did you hear me? I asked about your family” Chris said back to you as you quickly shook your head as you tried to blink the tears away “woah, what’s going on, you know you can tell me anything” Chris said back to you as he moved his chair closer to yours. He reached out and put his hand on your arm. You quickly looked at him and away as you got up to go back to your trailer, you were about to have a break down and you were not about to do it in public.

Chris got up and quickly followed you as you walking way and now crying had him concerned. He followed you into your Trailer. You sat down and pulled your knees to my chest ‘thats the thing I never had a family, I mean I had a family but nothing like what you said. My parents basically abandoned me, they didn’t love me they didn’t support me’ you said as the tears ran down your face ‘i was nothing to them, so I emancipated myself and I got out, they didn’t even try to contest it. They just let me go.” You stopped talking for a few seconds because you needed to catch your breath, the more you talked the more you broke down the more you couldn’t control the tears coming from your eyes. Chris wasn’t sure what to say but he knew what he needed to say “You want to know what’s amazing y/n, even though you never had anything like that, you are here, and you are strong. You did that yourself. You every day wake up, you do what you need to do and you are supporting yourself, at the age of 16. No one is as strong as you. I am so proud of you, I know I have only known you a short amount of time, but y/n from when I first met you the first day on set and to now look how much you have grown and blossomed and became an asset.” You just looked at him. No one ever said anything like that to you. He pulled you into a reassuring hug and comforted you. “I’m serious y/n I am proud of you and you are going to do amazing things in this life and those so called parents are not going to know what they are missing by just letting you go” He said again to you.

“Thank you” is all you could you mutter as you buried your face into his shoulder as you started to calm down. He rubbed your back till you fully calmed down.

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New Beginnings (Part 3)

Frank Adler X Annie O’Hara

A/N: I am really enjoying this series and have a lot of plans for it! Stay tuned!

Warnings: Angst. Talks of stalking. Swearing. All that.

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Not again.

Annie’s eyes pricked with tears, heart hammering in her chest as she remembered when she was told about her parents accident. “Is he alive?” She whispered, a tear streaming down her face as she fought for control of her breath. “Grace. Is Gavin alive?”

“I don’t know.” She sobbed. God, Annie wished that she was in North Dakota to give the poor girl a hug and comfort her. Not across the fucking country. “I got a call from the hospital fifteen minutes ago. I just- I just got here, and no one will tell me anything. They made me sit in a- a room and wait.” She heard the sound of Grace blowing her nose for a moment, “I couldn’t just… sit in here, by myself. I needed to talk to somebody.”

“Keep me on the phone when the doctor comes in, okay?” Annie replied, taking a deep breath through her nose - exhaling it out, slowly. “I want to know what they say.”

“I will.” She croaked, breaking Annie’s heart. She could hear the panic in Grace’s trembling breaths, as the frequency of her breaths increased dramatically. “I just… I don’t…”

“Honey, breathe, okay?” Annie ordered, concern squeezing her chest like a stress ball, “Inhale. Five seconds. Through your nose. Now.” She heard Grace comply, the sound being the only thing she could hear through the phone. “Now hold it for a moment… Good, good. Okay, now blow it through your mouth for seven seconds.” She counted aloud, guiding Grace along so she didn’t send herself into a panic attack. “Keep going, sweetheart, you’re doing great. One more.”

Annie hopped off the couch, jogging to her kitchen and digging through the junk drawer by the back door, where she kept her emergency smokes and ash tray. She wasn’t a usual smoker, but… She needed to remain fucking calm, so Grace wasn’t a mess when the doctors came to talk to her.

Focusing on smoking, versus focusing on her impending panic attack… seemed like the better option, at the time.

She was absolutely fucking terrified that she was going to lose yet another family member to a car accident… and she didn’t want to find out when she was across the country from Grace and her brother.

Throwing open the door, hands full, she stepped out into the sun – thankful that the hot sun warmed her chilled bones – and plopped down onto her cement steps. No one was out in their yards, anymore, so it was nice for her to get a little bit of privacy. She wanted to hear from the doctors before she told anyone – like Roberta, or Dorothy, the elderly neighbor who baked a lot of banana bread – what was going on.

That way, she could gather her damn wits.

“Where’s Elena?” Grace finally asked, as Annie pulled a smoke from the pack with a trembling hand. “How is she? Gavin showed me the picture you sent him, yesterday, of her and the blonde little girl.”

“Elena’s taking a nap. Her little tired butt needed it.” Annie’s lips lifted in a small smile, as she stuck the filter in her mouth, lighting the other end with a long inhale – nicotine rushing into her system, “Also, the little girl in the photo… that’s Mary. She’s one of the neighbors. She’s cute. Smart as shit, too.” Annie blew the rest of the smoke into the air, thankful that there was a slight breeze to carry it away. “Elena loves her, already.”

“Sounds like you do, too.” Grace chuckled, voice starting to sound a little lighter over the phone. Though, Annie was pretty sure Grace was just trying to stay positive in the shitty situation they were stuck in. The small talk was something to pass the time until the doctors came, and Annie was more than willing to oblige her. “Who was the hot guy in the background of the photo?”

“I can see where your mind is going, and I’m gunna’ have to tell you to shut your damn mouth.” Annie chuckled, breathing in another drag of smoke and blowing it in the breeze – watching it dissipate as it wafted further away. “Anyways, that’s her uncle. Frank. He’s her guardian. We kind of got off on the wrong foot, but he felt bad and apologized. He’s the guy who helped me get the furniture in the house, so I didn’t have to hire anyone.”

“That… sounds like the beginning of a bad porn.”

“No! You’re awful!” Annie laughed, stubbing out the short smoke – grabbing the little monitor to check on Elena. Thankfully, she was still asleep. “He’s a nice guy, though. Loves that girl to death.”

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to give you shit about this for a while, now.” Her voice was laced with humor, and Annie rolled her eyes – knowing exactly what was coming. “A pink house? Pink? Like… Barbie pink? Why?”

“Shut up! It was the first one I found that was reasonably priced, but not a dump.” Annie defended, scoffing at her. “It’s cute… like a Barbie house.”

“It looks like a trash version of a Barbie dream house.” Grace laughed loudly, making Annie smile. “And the other houses! They’re no better! Yellow? Baby blue? Green?”

“They’re eclectic!” Annie grinned, looking back at her pink house with pride. “I happen to think it’s cute.”

“You were always a little strange…” Grace’s laugh cut off suddenly, and Annie could hear voices from the other end of the phone – causing her to straighten her back in anticipation. “Annie, the doctors are here. I’m gunna’ put the phone on speaker, okay?”

“Sounds good.” Annie gulped, lighting another smoke with shaking hands. She waited to talk, while the doctor was introducing themselves to Grace. “So… is Gavin alive?”

“Yes, he’s alive.” Annie heard a man’s voice from over the line, as her shoulders sagged in relief. “You’re the sister? Annie? I’m Doctor Roberts. I’m the one who treated your brother.”

“Yeah. I am.” Annie let out a small sigh, watching the curls of smoke from the cherry of the cigarette. Her hand was starting to tremble. “How hurt is he?”

“He’s sustained a few injuries.” He informed them, and Annie heard the flipping of pages over the line. “He has a concussion, so we want to monitor him overnight. Along with some bruised ribs, a fractured arm, a dislocated shoulder, and some whiplash from the accident. Plus, some cuts and bruises from the airbags. Once we monitor him overnight, he’s free to go.”

Before Annie could stop herself, she let out a sob of relief – closing her eyes as the tears she’d been holding back rushed down her face. “That’s… a lot better than I was expecting.”

“Sorry, it’s just… we’ve already had deaths in the family from a car accident.” She heard Grace’s hoarse voice inform him. “Do… we know what caused the accident?”

“Well…” The doctor’s voice tensed, leaving a pit in Annie’s stomach. “I’m going to have to let the investigator tell you the details… but… I heard that his brakes had been tampered with.”

“What?!” Annie shrieked, eyes flying open in shock. She caught movement in the corner of her eye, and saw Frank standing by his truck, glancing over confused. “What do you mean ‘tampered with’? Someone caused the accident?”

“Whatthefuck…” She heard Grace whisper under her breath.

“Unfortunately, that’s all I know.” He replied, and she heard the squeak of a door over the line, as the doctor began to leave. “The investigator is in with him, now, if you want me to take you to him.”

“Yes, please.” Grace said, quickly, and Annie heard shuffling as Grace gathered her things. “Can I bring the phone in with me?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“That’s okay, Grace. Find out all you can, and call me back, okay?” Annie replied with a sniff, swiping a stray hair away from her face and taking a hard puff off her smoke.

“I will.” Grace sniffled, which put a lump in Annie’s throat. “I love you, okay? I’ll call as soon as I know.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.” Another tear fell from Annie’s eye, as she heard footsteps close to her. She glanced over, as Frank walked up to where she was sitting – holding up two beers. Annie gave him a small smile, patting the step next to her as she switched hands, so the cigarette wasn’t in Frank’s face. “Call your mom, too, okay? Have her get you some things and bring them to the hospital. Gavin’s birth certificate and insurance information is in the safe. Let me know if you need anything.”

As the girls hung up, Annie placed her phone gently on the step – glancing at a sleeping Elena on the baby monitor with shaking hands.

It was quiet as Frank opened the two beer bottles with a pop.

She glanced over at him, taking the cold beer with a nod of thanks as he took a sip of his own. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she took a small sip of the bitter beer, the cold liquid cooling her throat. She wiped her face, fingers faintly smelling like Marlboros, and pushing that single, pesky flyaway hair – that kept escaping her stupid bun – back into place.

The silence was nice, as Annie’s mind was going fucking wild. She kept picturing Gavin under a sheet, like she’d seen her parents when she’d had to identify the bodies. She imagined the bulky outline, the stillness, the cold… It was something that she’d always tried to push to the depths of her mind, locking it away in a safe to never be seen again. Seeing the pale, bruised faces of her dead parents was something that would never leave her. Ever.

That didn’t mean that it didn’t randomly escape – seeping through the confines of the metaphorical safe, and completely fucking with her compartmentalization.

Gavin was supposed to be the safe one.

She was supposed to out-live her little brother, and he was supposed to be the one who didn’t have bad shit happen to him.

He’s alive. He’s going to be okay. It’s only minor injuries.

It could’ve been so much worse.

He’s okay.

She repeated the last phrase in her mind – over and over again – until the image morphed into Gavin sitting in a hospital bed, holding his girlfriend’s hand and assuring her that he was alright.

…But she still wasn’t there.

“My brother was in an accident.” She finally croaked out, taking a large gulp from the cold bottle. “His brakes were tampered with.”

“I heard that part.” He replied, voice quiet. His face was sympathetic, as he scratched at his beard and turned to watch her. “He okay?”

“As okay as he can be.” Her voice broke, tears welling up in her eyes and fighting to spill over. “His girlfriend called me. We-” She sucked in a trembling breath, the tears winning the fight and streaking down her damp cheeks. “We didn’t know if he was alive, for a moment, there.” Her tears dripped off her chin, and she quickly tried to swipe them away with her free hand – embarrassed that she was crying in front of her cute neighbor. “He’s… he’s such a good kid. Who would fucking tamper with his brakes?”

“I’m sorry.” Frank murmured, breathing out a sigh of sympathy.

He reached out a hesitant hand, slowly grasping Annie’s free, trembling hand in his warm one. The temperature difference was startling, but she welcomed the warmth – though she continued to stare out at the grass, watching it rustle in the slight breeze. Tears blurred the scene – muddling the different greens together – and she blinked them away, focusing on the feeling of Frank’s warm hand and each tear sliding down her cheeks.

How could this happen? Gavin was one of the most charismatic, nice guys she’d ever encountered. He took after their father. There was no way that he would have upset someone so badly that they would attempt to seriously hurt – or kill – him. He was the type of guy that would have drove someone to… that…

Oh god.

What if…

“Oh, no.” Annie sighed, placing her bottle down on the concrete step and covering her face with the chilled hand. “It… oh no.”

“What?” Frank asked, squeezing her hand gently, as she lowered her covered face to her knees. “What is it?”

“It’s me. It has to be.”

“I don’t follow.” He replied, confused, “How is it you?”

“It’s him.” She whispered, connecting the dots. Having Gavin in an accident the same day that she received the letter? It had to be connected. It had to be. There was no way it wasn’t connected. It wasn’t just coincidental. “Holy fuck. Oh, no.”

“Who?”

Clearing her throat, Annie forced back a wave of nausea, which was a regular feeling when she thought about the psycho that was – for some reason – obsessed with her. “It… it started back in high school…” She began, before spilling her entire guts out to Frank.

She told him about the flowers, the letters, the gifts… everything. She told him about the note she’d received that very same day, bringing in a whole new wave of fear at the possibility of this person never leaving her alone. Then, not even an hour later, she received the call about Gavin. It was too much of a coincidence. Too much. “What if… what if he never leaves me alone? What if I’m stuck with this person, one who I don’t even know, for the rest of my life?”

“You’ve talked to the police?” He asked, having turned to face her, dark brows pulled together in concern. “Have you notified the police here?”

“What are they going to do that the police in Minnesota couldn’t?” She finished the last of her beer, which had started to get warm from sitting in the sun. Setting the empty bottle down next to her ash tray, she laid her head back in her lap. “This… this is all my fault.”

“That’s not true. Not in the slightest.” He scoffed, tightening his hand around hers, “It’s his. You aren’t the blame in this.”

She had to admit… talking to Frank made her feel a bit better. She was prepared to shoulder all this on her own – not wanting to worry Gavin or Gracie – but having someone to talk to helped tremendously. It was as if being able to talk about it lifted a large weight off her shoulders, freeing her from the ever-growing headache that she was getting from this person.

She never talked about it, unless it was someone she was close to. It was nice to have someone new to talk with, because she felt like a broken record to the people who were already aware of the situation.

It couldn’t be the only thing people would associate her with. She wouldn’t allow it.

She slowly blew out a breath, as if she was still smoking a cigarette, and turned to Frank – meeting his light eyes, that were soft with concern. “Thank you, Frank. Honestly. You kinda’ saved me from a stress-induced headache, or panic attack.”

“I’m a regular hero.” He chuckled, eyes crinkling as he smiled – showing off his straight, white teeth. “Thanks for watching Mary, this morning.”

“No problemo.” She grinned, picking up the monitor to make sure Elena was still sleeping. “Anyways, she’s a good kid. I like talking to her. Sometimes I forget that she’s only an eight year old.” Annie shook her head, laughing, “You know she offered to do my taxes in the spring. For free, nonetheless.”

He laughed loudly, shoulders shaking with each laugh, “Roberta buys her one book and suddenly she’s a tax expert.”

His laugh was infectious, and it was nice to see him smile. His smiles were usually reserved for Mary, and sometimes Roberta. It was cute. His light blue eyes crinkled in the corners, and his entire face lit up. His pink lips were pulled up, over his perfectly white teeth and she admired the way his tanned skin was glowing in the afternoon sun. Annie found herself admiring him for a little too long, which he – thankfully – didn’t notice.

She giggled along with him, turning her head and noticing Roberta peeking through her curtains. “So, where is Mary?”

“Roberta’s.” He replied, brushing his free hand through his tousled hair – reminding Annie that she was still holding his hand, and that this thumb was absentmindedly brushing against her knuckles. “We’re having a big dinner, if you’re interested in joining us? Roberta wouldn’t mind.”

“I might just take you up on that offer.” She grinned, heart fluttering in her chest. Stop that, heart. No. Knock it off. Stop blushing, Annie! “I’ll make some dessert. I’ve been meaning to start baking again.”

“You like to bake?”

“I like to bake and cook… all that jazz.” She shrugged, swiping at the annoying stray hair, again. “My mom and I used to hang out in the kitchen, all the time.” She cleared her throat, awkwardly, realizing that she’d just brought her dead mother into a conversation. “My… my dad used to complain that we were making him fat. Said he needed to start working out, again. So, we started doing bake sales and throwing dinner parties, to compensate.”

“Sounds like you had a great relationship with your parents.” He had a small smile on his face, but his eyes were suddenly far away. “Must have been nice.”

“It was.” She squeezed his hand, gently, glancing over at him for a moment before noticing that both Roberta and Mary were creeping from Roberta’s window. She didn’t want to overstep, so she didn’t say anything about what Mary had told her about the court case, or Frank’s sister. “They’re creeping on us from the window.”

“What?” He jumped up, gently pulling his hand from hers before glancing at Roberta’s house. “Oh. Great.”

The skin of Annie’s hand tingled, and she immediately missed the warmth and comfort of his hand. Stop it, Annie. “They’ve been watching for at least five minutes… probably wondering what I was freaking out about.”

“Are you okay?” He turned to her with soft eyes. She didn’t miss the way that his hand twitched towards hers before he shoved them in his pockets. “You can – you know, if you need to – you can come to me if you need someone to talk to.”

“Thanks, Frank.” She stood, shooting him a small smile before picking up the empty bottles and tossing them in the recycling bin by the door. She really needed to find a spot for that. “You – you, too… I mean… If you need it, you know. You’re… always welcome. If the lights are on, all you gotta’ do is knock.”

He raised an eyebrow, as she completely stuttered through that sentence – and she cursed herself, internally. “Your accent was really thick, there. Canada, right?” He grinned, fully freaking knowing where the heck Annie was from.

“Minnesota!” She groaned, rolling her eyes and gathering her items off the steps. “Says the guy with the Boston accent. You make khakis and car keys sound the same, fool.”

“Minnesooooooooo-da.” He mocked, casually walking towards Roberta’s, snickering to himself.

“You’re hilarious.” She grumbled to herself, blush warming her cheeks and neck. “See you later, Frank.”

When Annie entered her home, she slammed the doors closed, tossing her items onto the counter with a small groan. Shit. She leaned against the wall, sliding down so she was sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. “This isn’t good.” She whispered to herself, banging her head against the wall in frustration. “Ow…”

Flashes of Frank laughing played behind her closed eyes, and her knuckles tingled from the memory of his thumb brushing across the skin. She felt a flutter in her stomach, and she sighed – loudly – leaning her head back against the wall and staring at her cupboards in disdain. She couldn’t feel all fluttery. She just got out of a relationship with Lance. She just moved to Florida.

She just…

Dammit.

She had the hots for Frank.

Part 4

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 3 years

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12 Days of Spookmas [2020]

Here is a complete Masterlist of all the fics I did for Spookmas 2020 my Halloween writing challenge. I’m doing the same thing again for Christmas. All are songfics and not necessarily related to the theme. It’s just a challenge for me to write everyday!

Day One // As Long As He Needs Me

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Shepherd Word Count: 1858 Rating: Mature Summary: If you are lonely, then you will know, when someone needs you, you’ll love them so

Day Two // Eighteen Inches

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1305 Rating: Teen Summary: Eighteen Inches, the distance it is from your head to your heart.

Day Three // Beige

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1267 Rating: Teen and up Summary: Daddy’s pride and joy is marrying some boy.

Day Four // Meanwhile Back At Mama’s

Fandom: The Outsiders Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader Word Count: 1206 Rating: Teen Summary: Baby tell me what you think about this

Day Five // Mary & Amy’s Song

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine Nine Pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta x Original Female Character Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen Summary: And I’ll be eighty-seven, you’ll be eighty-nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky

Day Six // Love of My Life

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen Summary: Love of My Life, You've Hurt Me

Day Seven // Tooth Brush

Fandom: How I Met Your Mother Pairing: Barney Stinson x Reader Word Count: 1336 Rating: Teen Summary: Baby you don’t have to rush, you can leave a toothbrush at my place.

Day Eight // Play It Again

Fandom: Gifted Film, Chris Evans Characters Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader Word Count: 1970 Rating: Teen Summary: And I said play it again, play it again, play it again.

Day Nine // Jesse’s Girl

Fandom: Full House Pairing: Joey Gladstone x Reader, Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 985 Rating: Teen Summary: I play along with the charade, there doesn’t seem to be a reason to change.

Day Ten // U.N.I

Fandom: History Boys Pairing: Donald Scripps x David Posner, Word Count: 1167 Rating: Teen Summary: So am I close to you if it’s over?

Day Eleven // Flowers

Fandom: Nashville Pairing: Deacon Claybourne x Reader Word Count: 1247 Rating: Teen Summary: It took losing you for me to find myself.

Day Twelve // I Don’t Dance

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1083 Rating: Gen Summary: I don’t dance but here I am spinning you around and round in circles.

Day Thirteen (Bonus Fic) // Me and My Kind

Fandom: Actors, RPF Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Teen Summary: Guess I ruined her for the rest of us when I left her standing in my dust.

#my writing #masterlists #masterlist #chris evans #supernatural #dean winchester #henry cavill #deacon claybourne #nashville #marvel #tony stark #full house #history boys #donald scripps #greys anatomy #mark sloan #stiles

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 96

Welcome to Week 96

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Second Chance - Chp 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Peace & Love - Chp 7 - Chp 8 - Chp 9 - (Bucky x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Gone, baby - Part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

I am His and He is Mine - (Andy x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 1- (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Home at Last - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @lokislastlove

Icarus - Chp 2 - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing

Sweet Nothings - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

An Unexpected Matchmaker - (Jensen x Reader) - @writercole

Repopulate (Epilogue) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

I Really Love Being Your Friend - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

True Friends Stab You in the Front - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki

Where Love Blooms - (Sam x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Never Enough - (Ari x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Boys in Bed with Books - (15) - (Lee x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 4 - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

I Will Be Your Last - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Dites "Je T'aime" En Multiple: parfois, vous avez besoin d'un public - (Steve x Reader x Peggy) - @imanuglywombat

Boys in Bed with Books - (16) - (Ransom x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You didn’t notice me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 24 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

gimme an M, gimme a U - (Ari x Reader, Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Double Trouble - (Steve K x Reader, Nick x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

The Birdcage - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Debauched, Deranged and Defiled - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

When Two Become Three (Part 2) - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @myfictionaldreams

Your Filthy Heart - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis

Matters of the Heart - (Scott x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

Two Bosses - Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Yenzy’s - fucking - shirt - (Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Goldilocks & the Three Men: Prologue - @georgiapeach30513

Kiss my skin - (Steve x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Sunrise - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

No Judgements - (Andy x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Home At Last - Part 4 - (Steve Rogers x reader) - @lokislastlove

Nemesis - Part 2 Chp 3 - (Frank C x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

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Masterlist

✍🏼 welcome loves

✍🏼 please don’t translate or used my stories

✍🏼 stories will also be posted in wattpad

wattpad: blcwinter

Characters

Chris Evans

Jake Wyler

Johnny storm

Harvard hottie

Nick Gant

Colin shea

Steve Rogers

Nick Vaughan

Frank Adler

Ari Lavinson

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Sebastian Stan

Chase Collins

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Max

Jefferson

Tommy Lee

• Having an affair with Andy Barber

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summary: Yn is a law student while dating Ransom Drysdale, what will happen when Ransom is being arrested for physically abusing yn plus attempted murder by his grandfather, will yn ever find love ? Will she be afraid of loving again, will yn find love working at a law office Where Andy Barber works at

• Broken heart

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summary: Yn and Andy barber were friends since middle school they did everything together until andy ask yn out on a date in high schoolThey both were in love everyone was jealous of their relationship more the popular girls in school but what will happen when yn enter Andy's room to see him and Laurie naked in the bed, years later they both got invited to the reunion where they see each other again, what will happen when Andy try to get back with her, when yn doesn't want anything with him again

the assistant

Happiness

New parents

The other women

The proposal

Buddy

Love in the air

Emotional

Lust on web

Captain

Stalker

hike fun

#chris evans #sebastian stan #jake wyler #johnny storm #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve kemp #captian america #the winter soldier #frank adler #nick fowler #chris evans x original female character #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans series #sebastian stan series

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Riding Free

One Shot: Seeing Red

Summary: Frank struggles to deal with the fact Mary is growing up

Warnings: adult themes throughout (18+) Smut, NSFW. Discussions about puberty and adulthood (specifically women). Bad language.

A/N: they’re back!!!! Thanks to my beta @spectre-posts for reading this over!

Riding Free Masterlist // Main Masterlist

April 2023

Frank shut the door to his truck with a groan and cracked his neck. It had been a long ass day, from shuffling rotas around to cover an unexpected absence to mucking in with a particularly awkward engine filter repair. He glanced over, the yard was quiet and he could just see Monty and Cleo in one of the fields in the distance, clearly out for the night. He frowned a little; he was sure Fliss had said Mary wanted to ride that night when she came home from school. With a shrug of his shoulders, he grabbed his kit bag and made his round the back of the house.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called with a grin as he stepped in through the back door. He was greeted with a hello back, followed by the tip tap of Thor’s nails across the laminate and a loud yell from Alex.

“Daddy!”

Frank tossed his bag to the floor and walked through to the kitchen, grinning as he swung Alex into the air.

“Hey, Bean.” He chuckled, bringing him back down to settle on his hip. “You have a good day at nursery?”

“Not nursery, it’s school!” Alex corrected and Frank nodded.

“Of course,” he agreed, inwardly smiling at how much the three year old wanted to be like his soon to be thirteen year old elder sister. “That’s what I meant.”

“I pwayed in the sand pit and hads snacks.”

“Sounds like you had a busy day.” He kissed his son's cheek and made his way over to where Fliss and Mary were settled on the couch. He frowned a little as he saw Mary was snuggled up to Fliss, a blanket covering her legs. Fliss, who was gently running her hand through their daughter’s hair, turned to face him and smiled.

“Hey, Sailor.” She gave him a quick kiss as he bent down.

“Hey. You okay, Stack?”

A non-comital noise of acknowledgement came from the pre-teen who didn’t even look at him. He opened his mouth to make some sarcastic comment back, but Fliss gently shook her head and he stopped.

“Not feeling great, are you sweetheart?” Fliss merely replied. Mary shrugged.

“Okay…” Frank merely raised his eyebrows.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?” Frank looked at Alex as his small hand was fiddling with the chain round his neck.

“We does Legos?”

“Yeah, we can play Lego.” Frank nodded, “let me shower first and then once I’ve had dinner we can play for a little while before bedtime.”

Alex beamed and kissed his cheek before Frank set him down. He headed off to the seat next to Mary and scrambled up besides her. She smiled at him as he lay down, his head resting against her.

“Is okay, May-May.” He looked at her, his little nickname making her chuckle a little, “mommy always makes fings feels better.”

“Okay, I need to check on dinner.” Fliss stated, and Mary sat up, “do you need anything?”

“No thanks, mom.”

Fliss stood up and Mary settled herself back down against the sofa. Frank followed Fliss to the kitchen, a questioning expression on his face.

“What-“

“Not now.” Fliss spoke softly, “I’ll explain later, if she doesn’t. Don’t push her though. It’s nothing bad just…”

Frank frowned, torn between demanding to know what was done and also not wanting to pry. He’d always tried to give Mary her space when possible.

“Nothing wrong with school is it?”

“No.” Fliss assured him.

“Alright, I won’t ask. Do you need a hand with dinner?”

“No, I got it.” Fliss winked, “go shower. It’ll be done by the time you are. Oh, you haven’t forgotten it’s Tuesday have you? I need to nip back to the yard at seven for two hours as I have the weekly evening lessons to do so…”

“No, I haven’t.” Frank kissed her cheek.

After a quick shower, Frank came down to dinner. Mary, although a little quiet, ate a good helping of the chicken parm Fliss had made before she retreated up to her room after being excused from her chore of stacking the dishwasher.

Once she was out of the way, Frank cleared the plates and as he rinsed them off he turned to Fliss.

“Okay, what’s the deal?”

“I got a call this afternoon to go collect her from school.” Fliss looked at him, holding her hand up to stop him interjecting, “she had a bad stomach ache. We got home, and then we found out she started her period.”

"Oh." Frank nodded, "that's uh,”

“Yeah,” Fliss arched a brow.

"How is she?" Frank wondered, suddenly immensely thankful he had Fliss for this stage in life, despite feeling old as hell now that his niece or adopted daughter whom he'd raised since six months old was now embarking on womanhood.

“She was…I don’t know.” Fliss took a deep breath. “It’s not like she didn’t know this would happen but it is very early. I mean she’s only just about to turn thirteen. She hasn’t said much, just took some painkillers and then helped me with the horses before we came back and snuggled up in front of the tv. Thing is, she’s so matter of fact when she knows I’m on…I’m…I dunno, I’m just not sure what’s going on in her head.”

"You know when she's ready she'll come to you. She's probably just as shocked as we are."

“Yeah,” Fliss bit her lip and then looked at her watch. “Shoot, I gotta go and get prepped. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t mention anything to Stack unless she does to you, okay? I spoke to the school they said she can do her work from home tomorrow. She’s already ahead which is no surprise so they’re not bothered.”

Frank nodded his head and sighed as Fliss pecked him and left.

His little girl, his Stack. Time was not being kind to him at the moment and a part of him wanted to go back to the beginning.Part of him wanted that baby girl back where it was just the two of them figuring it out. But that time was tough too, and he wouldn't change his life now. Not for anything.

With a groan, he dropped his hands to his hips and turned to see Alex watching him from over the back of the sofa.

“What have I told you about standing up on there?” He asked, brow arched.

The little boy just grinned and laughed with a big giggle as he stared at his dad.

“Alex…” Frank warned. “Sofas are for sitting on, not standing on. Butt on the cushion, now.”

Alex flopped down with a laugh as if it were a game.

“Pain in my ass,” Frank grumbled to himself and looked down at Fred who was winding himself through his legs. “You can get lost too, I know you’ve been fed already.”

"Daddy, yous mad?" Alex asked with his chin on the spine of the couch, clearly on his knees now.

“No, bean” Frank smiled at him, “now, do you still wanna play Lego?”

"Yep!"

“Okay, bath first then Lego for a little while before bed.”

"Otay!“

“Good stuff, race you to the bathroom…”

"Can'ts catch me!" Alex yelled as he ran as fast as his little legs would take him.

Frank followed behind, watching his son as he got to the stairs, instructing him to be careful. Alex reached the top and ran across the hall to the bathroom, but the door was locked.

“Mary?” Frank tapped on the door gently, “you in there, sweetheart?”

"Uh, yeah." Mary called back. "Where's Mom?“

“She’s working for a few hours,” Frank replied, “do you err, do you need something or…”

"Uh, no, I mean…yeah," she groaned. Frank heard shuffling and the door cracked open. "Can you get me some new underwear and pj bottoms?" Mary asked, her eyes welling and her cheeks blushing from embarrassment.

Frank felt a swoop in the pit of his stomach, a pang of sympathy at the look on her face and he nodded.

“Run yourself a bath, and I’ll pop them on the side. Promise I won’t look okay?”

Mary sniffed, "Okay."

Then Frank looked down at Alex, "you take a bath in Mommy's tub tonight, Pal."

Alex ignored him as he looked at his sister. “May May, why yous cry?”

"I'm okay, I just don't feel good." Mary replied.

“Yous sick?”

"Sorta."

“Enough with the questions,” Frank placed a hand on Alex’s head and turned him round. “Go find your pyjamas.”

“Deys in my draws!” Alex stated as he started walking across the hall, “I cants open them!” He stopped and turned to look at Frank, hands on his little hips.

"Jesus you are your mother," he snorted. "Give me a minute to help Mary."

“I wants my horsey jammies, pwease daddy.” Alex stated before he turned and headed into his room.

"Right," Frank made a mental note and went into Mary's room.

He dug through her drawers, found a pair of purple checked pajama bottoms, and just in case grabbed the matching top. He then found her a pair of panties before he headed back to the bathroom.

True to his word, he opened the door and reached inside, his face turned away as he dropped them into the counter.

“Thanks, dad.” came the meek reply.

"Sure thing, Stack." He closed the door again and headed into Alex’s room to find his son giggling as he was on the floor, covered by his duvet.

"Alex..... Alex, where'd you go?" Frank played along.

Another little giggle.

"Alex?" He looked in the closet. "Alex?" He looked under the bed.

“Raaaaar!” Alex whipped the duvet off his head, roaring loudly.

Frank gave a fake yelp of fright and dropped to his knees. Alex dived on him, tackling him backwards and the pair of them fell to the floor, Alex cackling as they wrestled around, Frank laughing as Alex attempted to pin him down.

Fits and fits of giggles and Frank's deep laugh filled the boy's room up until it felt like the walls around them shook. For a moment growing old and Mary growing up was forgotten.

“Daddy, d’ya give?” Alex cackled and a stray, sock clad foot dug into Franks gut, making him grunt and huff out a breath.

“Yeah, yeah I give!” Frank lay flat on the floor, surrendering. Starfished and panting heavily, Frank chuckled as Alex laid on top of him, a light but dead weight across his chest.

"Can I has my trucks in my bafs?"

“Course you can, Bean.” Frank leaned up and kissed his auburn hair. “Grab the ones you want.”

In a matter of minutes, Alex had his trucks and Frank had collected his night clothes, the youngest Adler leading the way to the master en-suite where Fliss' bath awaited. Frank turned on the water, poured in some of Fliss’ bubble bath and Alex grinned.

“You’s naughty, that’s mommy’s.” He giggled.

"For you, I doubt she'd care," Frank snorted.

“That’s coz I’m mommy’s bestest boy.”

“You are.” Frank chuckled, as he knelt down. “And what’s Mary?”

“Her bestest girl!”

“Smaht guy.” Frank nodded, “arms up, bud.”

Alex obliged and Frank pulled his t-shirt over his head. “And what’s daddy?”

“Her sailor!”

"And Mommy's my...."

"Cowgirl!"

Frank grinned as Alex stepped out of his little denim shorts and leaned over to look at the water in the tub. “I gets in now!”

"Yep, in you go!"

Frank helped Alex climb in and then settled down with a groan on the floor of the bathroom, watching as Alex entertained himself. His back and knees were aching from the days work and his run that morning, making him feel every one of his forty-two years of age.

“Daddy’s getting old, bud.” He sighed out as Alex dropped one of his toys into the water, splashing him a little.

"Yous nots old, Grandmother olds."

At that Frank laughed loudly, “I’ll tell her you said that.”

Alex's eyes grew wide, "No Frank!"

Frank arched his brow, “what you gonna give me to keep my mouth shut?”

"Nuggles forever?"

“You got yourself a deal.” Frank held his hand out and Alex grinned and shook it.

“Nanny isn’t old.” he continued with his three year old worldly observations.

“No. What about Pappa B?”

Alex pondered. “Hmm a bits.”

Frank laughed, "oh bud, you have no idea."

A timid voice cleared their throat and Mary appeared in the doorway. "Dad..."

Frank turned and smiled, “hey, sweetie. What’s up?”

"My uh, my... Can I have some more medicine? It's hurting really bad again and I just want to go to bed.”

“Yeah, hang on.” He pushed himself up off the floor, “keep your eye on him and I’ll just grab you some from the cabinet.” He moved to the door and stopped, pressing a kiss to Mary’s head before he wandered down to the kitchen. He grabbed the Advil and headed back up the stairs, passing her the box. “Keep them on your nightstand just in case.”

"Okay, thanks Dad. I love you," Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. "Sorry if this is weird."

“Mary, honey, it’s not weird.” Frank chuckled as he hugged her back, “it’s part of life, sucks but…” he pulled back and cupped her face, “just means you’re growing up. Far too quickly for my liking. Next you’ll be into boys and dating…” he wrinkled his nose, “or girls…or…actually, whatever floats your boat but the point still stands”.

"It's weird for me and really gross."

Frank looked at her for a moment, “look, I can’t pretend I know what you feel like, because clearly, being a man I lack ovaries and a vagina…” At that Mary scoffed and he winked, “but I do know what it’s like to have certain parts of your body do things you can’t control…” he took a deep breath, before he shook his head, “look, that’s…well, the point I’m trying to make is that you shouldn’t feel like that. It’s nothing to feel freaked about but I get it. You are very young for this to start but…” he shrugged, “you always have been a fast developer mentally, guess physically you are too.”

“Whassa vir-jiy-na?” A little voice asked from the tub.

Mary sputtered a laugh before she howled, "oh my God!"

Frank groaned, “your mom is gonna kill me.”

****

By the time Fliss had finished and locked the yard up for the night it was half nine. With a last check around, she whistled to Thor and the two of them made their way back over to the house. As she walked in, Frank looked up from where he was sat watching TV and smiled.

“All good?”

“Yeah,” Fliss smiled, “they’re well attended classes. I’m thinking of putting another few on, maybe another night but I need to sit and work it out, see if it suits us both.”

Frank shrugged, “if there’s demand, honey, we can work it.”

Fliss beamed and moved to give him a quick kiss. “I’m gonna shower and I’ll be right down. Pour me a glass of wine will you?”

“What did your last slave die of?” Frank teased, his lips brushing hers and Fliss chuckled.

“Keep going and you’ll find out.”

Frank snorted as she left the room, his eyes following her until she was out of sight. Her first stop was Alex’s room. The little boy was fast asleep, snuggled up to his stuffed dog as he lay on his side. Fliss gently rearranged his duvet a little before she kissed his head and then made her way to Mary’s room.

She tapped on the door and Mary told her to come in.

“Hey, babe. How you feeling?” Fliss asked, crossing the newly carpeted floor within the freshly painted room and perched on the side of the double bed. They’d redecorated a few weeks or so ago after Mary had requested a little more grown up decor in her space. It had killed Frank, but of course he’d said yes, the room hadn’t been done since they’d moved in before Alex was born. His nursery had also undergone an overhaul when he’d outgrown his crib so it was inevitable Mary would also follow suit as she too was fast growing up.

“I’m okay,” she looked up from the book she was reading. “Dad gave me some medicine and then made me a hot chocolate and a heat pack.”

“Yeah, he’s good like that.” Fliss smiled, “so you talked to him then?”

“Sorta…I had an…accident, needed to change.” Mary looked down at her hands and Fliss took a deep breath.

“Shit happens, Stack. Being a woman sucks sometimes, but don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll soon become just one of those things and… there are some upsides, too.” She dropped her voice conspiratorially and Mary looked at her.

“Like what?”

“Well, for a week you basically get to be a moody madam and slob on a sofa, eating junk during your free time and get someone to wait on you hand and foot.”

Mary grinned and then sighed, “I just…it doesn’t matter.”

“Hey,” Fliss gently cupped her face, “it does, talk to me.”

“It’s gross, and there…it feels dirty.”

“It’s not, honey. It’s just normal. As long as you take showers it’s not an issue. And, well, when you get older there are things you can try other than pads that mean it doesn’t even come out so to speak. Tampons, like what I use.”

“What if I…you know, the pad leaks…during the night or at school or…”

“During the night, so what?” Fliss shrugged, “your bedding will wash if needs be, so will your clothes. And as for the other issue, well we make sure you have a spare few things in your school bag, and you can always call me and your dad or tell one of your teachers, you like Mrs Green, she will understand.”

Mary sniffed and nodded. Then she looked at Fliss, “none of my friends have…you know…”

“Sometimes that’s just how it works.” Fliss shrugged, “you can’t compare yourself, sweetheart, everyone is different.” Mary nodded again and Fliss smiled. “Do you need anything else before I go for a shower?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you some more pads in your bathroom cupboard and tomorrow we can go stock up on your own supplies, okay?”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome,” Fliss stood up and kissed Mary’s head. “Sweet dreams, Stack.”

Fifteen minutes later, a freshly showered Fliss headed downstairs in a pair of sleep shorts and a cami and flopped down next to Frank, who nodded to a full glass of wine on the table.

“Thank you,” she sighed, leaning over to pick it up. Frank automatically raised his arm so she could snuggle up next to him. His fingers gently ran up and down her bare arm. “So, Mary said she talked to you.”

“Yeah.” Frank took a pull from his beer. “She apologised to me for it being weird.” He shook his head. “I mean, I told her it wasn’t but…it is. Not because she’s started but…she’s so young, Lissy!”

"Oh Sailor," Fliss chuckled. "I know. I felt the same way when they called me."

“How old were you when…”

“Fifteen.” Fliss sipped her wine, “I had a good few years on her.”

"So is this abnormal?"

"God no, Babs was twelve. It's a bit of a wide range."

“Fuck, I wouldn’t be a woman if you paid me.”

"Well you’d make an ugly one so..."

“Screw you,” he looked at Fliss as she laughed.

"Awe don't pout," she soothed. "Look, Mary is just fine. It'll take some time to get in a regular routine with it all, it's sporadic the first few times, but eventually she and I can make sure she knows how to be prepared for when the next comes. I'll take her to the store tomorrow to pick up some stuff of her own. Try to make it a little fun for her."

“How can you make that fun?” Frank arched a brow.

Fliss again chuckled, "picking out her own stuff, answering any questions she has. Being open as possible. Joking with her as we go about it."

Frank wrinkled his nose as he took another slug of beer. “Sounds…great,” his tone was laced with sarcasm.

"Boys, never get it, only want it when the shops open."

“Oh…you did not…” Frank twisted to look at Fliss as she smirked up at him, “that’s a damned lie, Felicity Adler and you know it.”

"Kiss me, Sailor," Fliss winked.

“No, I don’t think I wanna…” Frank teased, a pout on his lips.

"Don't be a crotchety old man, it's unbecoming." She tugged on his tee.

“Stop calling me old!”

"Hey, hey, hey," Fliss sat up and set her wine down on the table. "I'm only teasing. What's got you so bothered?"

“Honestly? I don’t…I don’t know. Just hit me before. They’re both growing up so fahkin’ fast. I mean Alex before, he told me off because I told him to pick some pajamas and he can’t reach the drawer. The way he looked at me, it was like he was a ninety year old man. And then my knees and back were all screwy when I watched him in the bath…and Mary…” he groaned.

"Oh Frankie...." Fliss sighed.

“You know, I’m glad we didn’t decide to have another after him. Not sure my old bones would cope now.”

"Francis...." Fliss scolded. "Stop it. You are not old, my dad, your mum, they're old. We're just getting older. I'm not a spring chicken myself, baby."

At that Frank recalled what Alex had said and let out a chuckle, “you know, Alex said that before. He told me ‘grandmother is old’. Nearly pissed myself laughing.”

Fliss couldn't hide her grin, nor the loud laugh that escaped as she sputtered at first then roared in laughter loudly.

Frank grinned, “he then told me that Nanny isn’t old, but Papa B is a bit. I swear, you know they’re not technically siblings but he’s so damned like Mary was at his age, a fucking answer to everything.”

"It's the Adler in them, they don't have to be blood siblings to figure that out." She now said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I dunno. You’re a smart ass too.”

Fliss' eyes narrowed at Frank. "You're hilarious," she mocked.

Frank popped a shoulder, “truth hurts, sweetheart.”

With her wine back in her hand, Fliss took a big sip then sighed, "all jokes aside, it is true."

“What is?”

"We are getting older, but we're in the best part of our lives, Frank. We're together, we have two beautiful children and our dream home and the yard....despite feeling tired and worn out, I'm the happiest I could be."

Frank smiled and looked at Fliss, her brown eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. “Me too, cowgirl.”

"Now, gimme a kiss." She said softly as she placed her wine back down.

“So damned bossy…” Frank rolled his eyes as he smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

“Hmmm,” Fliss hummed as he pulled away, “I got something that’ll keep you feeling young.”

“Yeah?” Frank asked as he watched Fliss’ move so she was straddling him, her knees pressing into the couch either side of his hips, “what’s that?”

Fliss grinned, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders, “see if you can work it out.”

She gave a little toll of her hips, pushing down on his crotch and Frank grunted. “Okay, think I figured it out.”

Fliss rocked a little, forward and back, teasing him a little as she laid her hands over Frank’s as they rested on her hips. A low rumble vibrated in his lips and she grinned.

“Like that, huh?”

“You know I do.”

“Still feel old?”

“A little,” Frank’s hands squeezed at her waist, his fingers feeling at the strip of skin between her cami and pajama shorts as she pushed down against him, this time a little harder.

“What about now?” She leaned over and nipped at the short beard on his chin.

“Better…”

At that Fliss leaned back and pulled off her cami, revealing her soft and supple breasts to him, and Frank groaned. “Now?”

“Getting there”

She took his hands, slid them slowly up the curves of her body, guiding them to her boobs. The pads of his thumbs brushed her nipples and she sighed, her eyes flashing brightly. As his hands started slowly teasing and toying, in a way she new she liked, her right hand slid down his body, slipping into the hand of his sleep pants.

“And now?”

“Like a twenty-one-year-old,” he smirked and Fliss chuckled, leaning down to kiss him. As she did, she pulled his length free from his pants, her hand twisting and pulling gently, teasing him to full hardness which didn’t take her long.

His mouth trailed up her neck, his hands still at her breasts. Fliss moaned a little as his lips nipped at that spot behind her ear, his right hand slipping down, fingers gliding along her thigh. They crept over and round to her core, cupping her heat the rough the thin material, before he moved them to one side. “Fuck, baby. So wet…”

“Yeah…you…” she groaned as his fingers found her clit, “you still got moves for an old man…”

Frank snorted as she kissed him, tilting her body forward as her hand pushed her shorts further to the side. As she sat back, she sighed as she felt his head slipping through her folds.

In a slow, deliberate action she sank back, taking him in fully, watching as his head tilted back. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as his hands cupped her ass.

Frank simply let her take the lead, his eyes on her as she used their thighs to ride him. She went slow. Measured, deliberate rolls of her pelvis has him brushing all the right spots inside her, and there was a delightful friction against her clit.

As she started to rise and fall, the heat in the pool of his and started to burn. He gave a grunt, fingers digging into her flesh, the muscles in his neck straining as he faithful to control himself.

“Thassit, cowgirl.” His words where a grunted whisper, voice low and gravelly and Fliss groaned.

“Frank, please touch me.”

“Whatchu want, Mama?”

She took his hands and placed them back on her boobs again. Frank began rubbing and squeezing, in the way he knew she loved before he tilted upwards, his tongue flicking and lapping at her nipples as his large arm scooped around her back.

“Jesus, Frank….” She panted, “don't stop please don't stop.”

Her hips became to pick up speed, Frank growling against her chest, “yeah, right there, baby.”

“Fuck…Frankie, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum…don’t stop…”

Frank grunted as he nipped at the underneath of her breast, his hand still toying with her nipple and he felt her tremble in his lap. She groaned, her head tilting back as she panted his name and he felt her walls squeezing him when her orgasm washed over her.

“Lissy…fuck…” Frank was right behind her, his hips driving upwards as he felt his balls squeeze. With a grunts and a deep thrust upwards he came, a few more shallow pumps into her finishing him off.

Sagging back against the couch, Frank sighed, his hands still holding her to him as her face buried into his neck.

“How you feel now?” She muttered, kissing his skin gently.

Frank chuckled, “good…good, baby.” Fliss pulled back to look at him, and he brushed her hair back off her face. “Love you, cowgirl”

“Love you more, sailor.”

“Shall we agree to disagree?” Frank chuckled and Fliss laughed.

“Very mature of you, Frankie. Of course, mature is just another word for old…”

At that his eyebrow flicked up, “fuck you.”

“Again?” She wiggled her hips and Frank grunted a little before he grinned.

“Gimme five minutes…”

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The Misadventures of Nero Wolfe edited by Josh Pachter

Subtitled: Parodies and Pastiches Featuring the Great Detective of West 35th Street

I loved this collection of stories, with only a few exceptions. Overall, I would give it 4.5 out of 5.

Introductions: Trouble in Triplicate

“At Wolfe’s Door” by Otto Penzler ~ about the characters.

“A Family Affair” by Rebecca Stout Bradbury ~ Rex Stout’s daughter provides a peek at the author.

“Plot It Yourself” by Josh Pachter ~ how the collection came to be.

Pastiches (Respectful imitations of the original works)

“The Red Orchid” by Thomas Narcejac

Translated from French, the story was written in 1947. The first English publication wasn’t until 1961. A young woman comes to hire Wolfe to discover who is trying to kill her uncle, a man who claims to have developed a red orchid. More creepy than respectful, especially how Archie hits on the female client. Too offensive for me. DNF

“Chapter 8 from ‘Murder in Pastiche’” by Marion Mainwaining

Published in 1955, this novel can also be found under the title of “Nine Detectives All at Sea”. A notorious gossip columnist is murdered during a sea cruise across the Atlantic. There are nine famous detectives on the ship as passengers. Trajan Beare, aka Nero Wolfe, is the focus of this particular chapter. It is hard to judge the whole book based on just one chapter. However, the characterization should be noted as being extremely close to the original source material. A nice read. No rating as it is just an excerpt.

“The Archie Hunters” by Jon L. Breen

Written in 1968, but never published until now. A cross of Nero Wolfe and Mike Hammer. Mock Himmler beats the crap out of anyone he encounters, particularly if they disagree with him or do something he doesn’t like. After beating up a news seller for carrying a “commie” magazine, Mock discovers an ad in the back requesting a private investigator for a missing person case. The ad, placed by Nero Wolfe, leads Mock to presume the missing person is Archie Goodwin. I’ve never been a fan of Mike Hammer nor his creator, Mickey Spillane, finding both of them to be disgusting in their love of violence, misogyny, and attitudes in general. I did enjoy this story nonetheless. 4 out of 5

“The Frightened Man” by O. X. Rusett

Gave up early on this anagram-stuffed story, even to the author’s name. More annoying than clever or cute. DNF

“Chapter 1 from ‘Murder in E Minor’” by Robert Goldsborough

I read the whole book when it was first published and, frankly, wasn’t too impressed. I do know that Goldsborough was selected by the Stout Estate to be the official author of the novels and I have read a few of his more recent books. I may try and reread it sometime down the road to see if my opinion has changed. No rating as it is only one chapter.

“The Purloined Platypus” by Marvin Kaye

While Goldsborough has the exclusive novel rights, Kaye asked to write short stories and was given the Estate’s permission as long as no novels were ever written. Benjamin Moultrie, president and board chairman of the Museum of the Strange, Odd and Peculiar, wants to hire Wolfe to investigate a robbery at the museum. As I wasn’t reading the magazines such as Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock, I missed reading any of these stories. Which is quite a tragedy. Excellent portrayals of not only the characters, but the case itself. 4 out of 5.

Parodies (Exaggerated imitations intended to poke fun at the source material)

“The House on 35th Street” by Frank Littler

Originally appeared in The Saturday Review in 1966. Little is known about the author, despite Pachter’s research attempts. A crowd is assembled in the Brownstone in a murder case, wanting to see some of the detective’s famous actions and quirks. There is an undercurrent of a very personal nature, especially at the end. 3.5 out of 5

“The Sidekick Case” by Patrick Butler

Another entry from The Saturday Review, this time in 1968, and another case of little information on the author. Wolfe objects to Archie being called a “sidekick” in a listing of the latest book. Cute. 3.5 out of 5

“The Case of the Disposable Jalopy” by Mack Reynolds

America has turned into an illiterate welfare state, Wolfe and Archie are old and sometimes forgetful, and things are beyond tight financially. Reynolds uses the last names of some of the biggest authors in Science Fiction in the story. These men want to hire Wolfe for a case of sabotage and the disappearance of a key developer. What a weird world Reynolds has built. As to the updates on the normal cast of characters in the series? Well, I never liked Orrie anyway. 4 out of 5

“As Dark as Christmas Gets” by Lawrence Block

An unpublished manuscript written by Cornell Woolrich is stolen during a Christmas party. The owner hires Wolfe wannabe Leo Haig and his Goodwin substitute, Chip Harrison, to recover it. I’ve come across stories in this series before and loved them, both for the obvious affection for the source material as well as the excellent characterization. 4.5 out of 5

“Who’s Afraid of Nero Wolfe?” by Loren D. Estleman

Arnie Woodbine, currently on parole, was fired from his last job for gambling on company time. He needs a job and finds an ad looking for an assistant sharp of wit. He finds himself hired by Claudius Lyon, a corpulent man with delusions of being Nero Wolfe. Arnie is hired as his Archie. Now all they need is a case. Since Lyon doesn’t have a private detective license and Arnie’s felony record prevents him from ever getting one, they would not be able to charge for their services. No problem as Lyon is actually quite wealthy. Their first case is regarding a poetry award that carries with it a $10,000 prize. One winner doesn’t appear to actually exist. Seriously one of the best sendups that I’ve ever read! This was a delight to read and deserved more stories. 4.5 out of 5.

“Julius Katz and the Case of Exploding Wine” by Dave Zeltserman

A friend of Julius’ that has a champion bulldog and heads a dog food company comes to see Julius with the dog in tow, asking for help to find someone to prevent Brutus from being kidnapped. He also asks that Julius find his murderer if he’s killed. Sure enough, the man is killed. Julius had agreed to investigate, but only after he gave the police a week to solve it themselves. Just as the week is up, an adversary calls to warn Julius that there is a bomb in his house, contained in a box of wine. Julius allows almost everyone to believe he is dead after the townhouse is completely destroyed from top to bottom. I absolutely loved this sorta tribute to Rex Stout. I’m particularly intrigued by Archie, an AI who is installed in Julius’ tie pin. That alone has me eyeing the book collections, but to be honest, this is a damn fine mystery. Julius is definitely not Nero Wolfe, at least in size, athleticism (martial arts), and loving women (a former womanizer who now has a regular girlfriend). He definitely is in the aspects of intelligence, laziness, and cutting Archie out of the loop. His collecting focus is wine rather than orchids, but both can be very expensive hobbies. 4.5 out of 5.

“The Possibly Last Case of Tiberius Dingo” by Michael Bracken

Age and diet are catching up to Tiberius Dingo’s body, but his mind and deductive reasoning is still as sharp as ever. His long-time assistant, Jughead Badloss, brings a client he dances with at the Senior Center, a woman who is certain she is being stalked. Family ties and age-old secrets are ripped out into the open before the case is done, for their client and for Jughead himself. The names are a little lame, but the story made up for it. 3.5 out of 5.

Potpourri

“The Woman Who Read Rex Stout” by William Brittain

Gertrude Jellison was the fat lady at a carnival sideshow, an intelligent woman whose extreme weight, over 500 pounds, kept her from her dream job of teaching psychology. Her partner, Robert Kirby, is the thin man, barely weighing seventy-five pounds. As a stunt, the carnival boss gave her Rex Stout’s Nero Wolfe books to read during the shows. Surprisingly enough, Gert loved them and continued reading. She never expected to use what she learned to solve a murder, but sadly a newer member of the troup, a beautiful woman named Lili who was like a daughter to Gert, is murdered and the older woman knows she can solve the crime. This is a character that I could seriously have loved to read more about. A good little mystery as well, even if I quickly realized who the murderer would turn out to be. 3.5 out of 5.

“Sam Buried Caesar” by Josh Pachter

Police inspector Griffen had eleven children, each of whom was named after a famous fictional detective. Nero, just eleven years old, had set up his own detective agency, aided by his best friend and neighbor Artie Goodman. Their latest client, Sam, came to them after his dog, Caesar, was hit and killed by an out-of-state driver. Not wanting the poor animal to be left coldly abandoned on the street, he buried the dog in an empty lot. Coming back a short time later to get Caesar’s collar, the body is missing. He hires Nero and Artie to find the killer and recover the body. Sad and cute and inventive, but how Artie puts up with Nero will always be a mystery. 3.5 out of 5.

“Chapter 24 from Rasputin’s Revenge” by John Lescroart

The basic premise is that Nero Wolfe is the son of Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. I’ve not read this particular book, but it appears to be the last chapter in which Archie and Wolfe, going under his original name, are in Russia, appeared to have come up against Gregori Rasputin (although the author has it as Gregory), and was helped by Holmes and Dr. Watson after they were wanted for murder. I’m not going to rate it as I don’t consider it fair to rate a novel based on just one chapter.

“A scene from Might as Well Be Dead” by Joseph Goodrich

Adaptation of the story into a play. Once again, not rated.

“The Damned Doorbell Rang” by Robert Lopresti

When their fourteen granddaughter came to visit in a snit because her parents won’t allow her to go with friends to a concert in New York City, Eve and Jack decide to tell her about why they left the City. When they were younger, they had a brownstone in the City. Their neighbors were definitely different, all men living there. Jack didn’t much like any of them and keeps disparaging Eve’s stories about what they saw while living there. But Eve tells a tale of how she saved the men’s lives. Too many close calls are the reason that they moved to New Jersey. How could I not love this outsider’s look at Nero Wolfe? 3.5 out of 5.

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Which Work Am I A Bigger Fan Of? I Cannot Choose!

I have two works that I really like, and they are Transformers and Sonic The Hedgehog. Both enhanced my creativity, and I grew up with Transformers (the live-action films, anyway; but I got into G1 when I got into the 1980′s); they have extraterrestrials that are allies or enemies with humans (and they have anti-heroes as well (I’m looking at you, Armada Starscream and Shadow The Hedgehog)); and they have English and Japanese versions of their own media (the original Unicron Trilogy and Sonic X are all anime series in which the Japanese versions with English subtitles are better than the English dubs). I have been fans of both works for a couple years (I saw Transformers first, and then Sonic The Hedgehog).

However, I am debating whether I like one more than the other; I believe I am, but I am going to differentiate between these two works to see for myself. Here it goes; I am going to start with Transformers, first.

The first Transformers work I saw was the first live-action film directed by Michael Bay. It looked very realistic, and the graphics were nice. I saw two more live-action films, and they were okay, but the third film went downhill, especially since they killed off some of my favorite characters from there (especially Ironhide; I really liked that black truck, and Sentinel killed him). I don’t remember when I saw the 1986 film, but it is one of these factors that got me into the 1980′s (among The Transformers, in which that animated film was based on). I started to prefer G1 over Bayformers since their styles looked fantastic, and it is also how I got a little into Mecha anime (Golion/Dairugger/Voltron got me even more into Japanese anime).

I then looked to see if there are any other Mecha shows I would watch, and I remembered fans talking about Transformers Armada, and I searched via Anime News Network; when I saw that Ironhide was in there, as well as Starscream, I got the urge to watch it. I saw all 52 episodes of the show (called Micron Legend) with English subtitles, and I was hooked into it. Micron Legend became even more of my favorite Transformers work than even G1 because of many G1 callbacks, certain soundtracks that sounded 1980′s, and many complex characters from both sides. I then saw another show, in which it is called Energon (actually, it was Superlink), and I got as much hooked as I did with the other show, despite some flaws such as not giving certain characters enough screen time. I was upset when the characters from Micron Legend got killed off (especially Ironhide/Demolishor), but was amazed at some new characters, especially those that were based off of their G1 counterparts, such as Inferno, Lazerwave (homage to G1 Shockwave), Wheeljack, Springer, and Omega Supreme. I saw Galaxy Force (original version of Cybertron) once, and lost interest, despite some interesting characters such as Soundwave and Chromia (Thunderblast). Similarly, Headmasters made me lose interest, since some of the characters were really bland, and they were lacking some character development in some of the Transformers (and even humans).

Since the first Bayformers film was the one I liked a lot, I didn’t want to watch anymore live-action films until 2018, in which the Bumblebee film debuted. I was skeptical at first, until I got the chance to saw it; it was fantastic; the film was set in 1987, and it had many themes and styles of the 1980′s, and it stayed true to the G1 continuity (besides Micron Legend, Superlink, and Galaxy Force). And the villains were phenomenal, especially Shatter (ROTF Alice didn’t give me enough excitement for a believably evil Decepticon who is female (or at least feminine), she was too bland, in my opinion). And don’t forget the music, especially when Stan Bush’s song appeared in one scene where Bumblebee was encouraging his human friend, Charlie Watson, to dive off a cliff (which is safe, and has water).

Now let’s go with Sonic The Hedgehog. I have noticed some people playing the games, and I never got the hold of it until I noticed that there was an anime show based on the games (especially the Adventure series), and I decided to give it a watch. The anime was Sonic X, and it was in Japanese with English subtitles. I was blown away because of Sonic’s tendency to break the fourth wall and throw in English here and there, the graphics which looked similar to Micron Legend in many angles, one original character with his many racing supercars (Sam Speed), contains Mecha (usually by Dr. Eggman), the soundtrack, and, of course, Shadow The Hedgehog (the first time I understood that character was in this show). Also, the anime had many callbacks from the previous games (1991-2003; 2003 was when Sonic X was first broadcasted); and the Metarex saga gave me a feel from the part where Unicron debuted in Micron Legend.

One of my cousins have many different Sonic games, since he is a huge fan of them. He had spin-off games as well; one of them was Shadow’s own game. The first time I took interest was when I heard some fans talk about him using guns; at first, I thought it was a joke, until I saw for myself. Many die-hard Sonic fans don’t like the 2005 game, but I certainly liked it, especially after I saw Sonic X; it was dark and edgy, yes, but it also gave the main character more depth and characterization, he can use firearms if he chooses to, and drives vehicles such as motorcycles and cars; I even have the option to play it in English or Japanese (of course with English subtitles for both).

I also did some reviews for three Sonic TV shows during the 1990′s. Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog came to mind, especially this one episode, Zoobotnik, in which it featured a villainess, Katella The Huntress, who is the most underrated Sonic character of all time. I found her costume appealing (including the circlet she wears on her forehead), and I found it amusing to see her with Dr. Robotnik/Eggman (I believe this is the only time I will ship Eggman with anyone else; besides Sera/Sara from the OVA, of course). The English shows were not as appealing, but at least I got some insight after watching a few episodes.

I think I like both works because they are related in many ways, even though the Transformers originated in the 1980′s, and Sonic The Hedgehog originated in the 1990′s, among many other differences. I really like extraterrestrial characters, but I also like Mecha robots (especially sentient robots). Maybe I like Transformers even more than Sonic The Hedgehog.

Another thing these two have in common is their voice actors, who appeared in both works; seiyuu are more prominent. Here is a list of English voice actors first, and then I will go with the Japanese voices:

English

- Charlie Adler (Silverbolt in The Transformers (1984-1987), and Starscream in the live-action films (2007-2011); Snively in Sonic SatAM)

- Jim Cummings (Afterburner, Rippersnapper, and a Sharkticon in The Transformers (1984-1987); Dr. Robotnik in Sonic SatAM)

- Frank Welker (Megatron, Soundwave, Skywarp, Rumble, Frenzy, Trailbreaker, Wheelie, many other Decepticons in G1 (Megatron is the most well-known in other works); SWATbots in Sonic SatAM)

- Rob Paulson (Haywire, Air Raid, and Slingshot in The Transformers (1984-1987); Antoine Depardieu in Sonic SatAM)

- Cree Summer (Blackarachnia in Transformers: Animated; Dulcy The Dragon in Sonic SatAM)

- Michael Bell (Swoop, Sideswipe, Bombshell, Brainstorm, First Aid, and Scrapper in The Transformers (1984-1987); Naugus in Sonic SatAM)

- Kath Soucie (Professor Princess, and Trisha in Transformers: Animated; Sally Acorn, and NICOLE in Sonic SatAM)

- Jason Marsden (Cade Burns in Transformers: Rescue Bots; Dirk in Sonic SatAM)

- Gary Chalk (Optimus Prime in Beast Wars and Armada; Grounder in AOSTH, Dr. Robotnik in Sonic Underground)

- Ian James Corlett (Cheetor, Maximal/Sentinel, and Sea Clamp in Beast Wars; Coconuts in AOSTH)

- Scott McNeil (Dinobot, Rattrap, Silverbolt, Dinobot II, Waspinator in Beast Wars, Jetfire and Omega Supreme in the Transformers Unicron Trilogy (2002-2006); MacHopper in AOSTH)

- French Tickner (Bulkhead in Transformers: Energon; Dr. Warpnik, Big Griz, and Professor Von Schlemmer in AOSTH)

- Venus Terzo (Blackarachnia in Beast Wars; Breezie in AOSTH)

- Samuel Vincent (Sideswipe in Transformers: Armada; Sonic’s singing voice in Sonic Underground)

- Kathleen Barr (Botanica in Beast Wars; Momma Robotnik, Katella The Huntress, additional voices in AOSTH)

- Brad Swaile (Kicker Jones in Transformers: Energon; additional voices in AOSTH)

- Matt Hill (Carlos Lopez and Ironhide in the Transformers Unicron Trilogy; Max in Sonic Underground)

- Brian Drummond (Jetstorm in Beast Machines, Blurr in Transformers: Armada, Shockblast in Transformers: Energon, Jetfire in Transformers: Cybertron; Knuckles The Echidna in Sonic Underground)

- Terry Klassen (High Wire, Sixshot, Skyblast, Brimstone, Tim Hanson, and Mr. Stanton in the Transformers Unicron Trilogy (2002-2006); Doctor Brandon Quark, additional voices in AOSTH)

- Maurice LeMarche (Six-Gun in The Transformers (1984-1987); Uncle Chuck, Sleet, Oracle Of Delphius, additional voices in Sonic Underground)

- Tabitha St. Germain (Alexis Thi Dang in Transformers: Armada; Sally Acorn in Sonic Christmas Blast (1996) from AOSTH)

- Cathy Weseluck (Boy at carnival in Transformers: Armada; additional voices in AOSTH and Sonic Underground)

- Lacey Chabert (Dani Burns in Transformers: Rescue Bots; Princess Elise III in Sonic The Hedgehog (2006))

- Roger Craig Smith (Jetstorm, Slipstream, Airazor, Blastwave, and Mayor Mayhem in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Sonic The Hedgehog in the Sonic games (2010-present) and Sonic Boom)

- Kirk Thornton (Dr. Onishi in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2001-2002), and Shadelock in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Shadow The Hedgehog and Orbot in the Sonic games (2010-present) and Sonic Boom))

- Travis Willingham (Sideswipe in War For Cybertron, Fall Of Cybertron and Rise Of The Dark Spot, and Motormaster and Menasor in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Knuckles The Echidna in the Sonic games (2010-present) and Sonic Boom, Storm The Albatross in Sonic Free Riders (2010), and Zavok in Sonic Lost World (2011))

- Colleen O’Shaughnessey (Jenny in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2001-2002); Miles “Tails” Prower, Zooey, Chumley, and Belinda in Sonic Boom, and Charmy Bee in the Sonic games (2010-present))

- Michael Yurchak (Zorillor in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Jet The Hawk in the Sonic games (2010-present))

- Keith Silverstein (Rumble and Frenzy in War For Cybertron, and Blast Off in Fall Of Cybertron and Rise Of The Dark Spark; Vector The Crocodile in the Sonic games (2010-present))

- Troy Baker (Jetfire in War For Cybertron, and Kickback in Fall Of Cybertron and Rise Of The Dark Spark; Espio The Chameleon in the Sonic games (2010-present))

- Wally Wingert (Mirage and Side Burn in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2001-2002); Cubot in the Sonic games (2010-present) and Sonic Boom))

- Sam Riegel (Starscream in War For Cybertron, Fall Of Cybertron, and Rise Of The Dark Spark, and Snarl in Fall Of Cybertron; Zor in Sonic Lost World)

- Liam O’Brien (Underbite and Kickback in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017), and Air Raid and Cyclonus in War For Cybertron; Zazz in Sonic Lost World, and Infinite The Jackal in Sonic Forces)

Japanese

- Kappei Yamaguchi (Rattrap in Beast Wars and Transformers: Animated; Sonic The Hedgehog in AOSTH and SatAM)

- Masashi Ebara (Skywarp, Spike Witwicky, Brawl, Ratchet, Teletraan-I, Steeljaw, Long Haul, Smokescreen, Blitzwing, and many others in G1; Erazor Djinn in Sonic And The Secret Rings)

- Ken Yamaguchi (Blurr in G1, Arblus, Rumble, Slag and Sharkticons in The Transformers: The Movie (1986), Blitzwing, Broadside, Dirge, Silverbolt, Golder, Hot Spot, Cloudracker, Lazerbeak, Ratbat, Superion, Rewind and Slugslinger in Transformers: Headmasters (1987-1988), Hydra and Darkwings in Transformers: Super-God Masterforce (1988-1989); Decoe and Nelson Thorndyke in Sonic X)

- Akimitsu Takase (Blowpipe, Fastlane, Hot Rod, Freeway, and Monzo in The Transformers (Rebirth); the President’s aide in Sonic The Hedgehog (OVA))

- Ken Narita (Caliburst, Cerebros, Stylor, Cloudracker, Triggerhappy, and Sureshot in Transformers: Headmasters (1987-1988); Black Narcissus in Sonic X)

- Banjou Ginga (Ultra Magnus in Transformers: Scramble City (1986) and Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Scorponok/Mega Zarak in Transformers: Headmasters (1987-1988), Black Zarak in Transformers: Super-God Masterforce (1988-1989), one of the Primes in Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen (2009); GUN Commander in Shadow The Hedgehog (2005))

- Masaharu Sato (Alpha Trion, First Aid, Bee Drone, Grotusque, Hook, Grimlock, Scourge, Kaen, Punch/Counterpunch, Skydive, Sureshot and Tantrum in Transformers: Headmasters (1987-1988), Gilmer and Leftfoot in Transformers: Super-God Masterforce (1988-1989), Perceptor, Frank, and Mayor Burns in Transformers: Victory (1989); Dr. Eggman in SegaSonic The Hedgehog (1993))

- Hochu Otsuka (Ultra Magnus, Crosshairs, Wingspan, Big Serow, Freeway, Ratbat and Abel in Transformers: Headmasters (1987-1988), Ranger in Transformers: Super-God Masterforce (1988-1989), and Guyhawk in Transformers: Victory (1989); Red Pine in Sonic X)

- Takeshi Kusao (Clouder in Transformers: Super-God Masterforce (1988-1989); Sonic The Hedgehog in Waku Waku Sonic Patrol Car (1991), SegaSonic Cosmo Fighter Galaxy Patrol (1993), and SegaSonic The Hedgehog(1993))

- Hinako Yoshino (Pipo in Transformers: Victory (1989); Ray The Flying Squirrel in SegaSonic The Hedgehog(1993))

- Chafurin (Cicadacon in Beast Wars, General Bryce in Transformers: Prime (2010-2013), Octopunch in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Old Man Owl in Sonic The Hedgehog (OVA), Zomom in Sonic Lost World)

- Wataru Takagi (Cheetor in Beast Wars, Glenn Whitmann in Transformers (2007), Jetstorm and Safeguard in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Jazz in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Cubot in the Sonic series (2010-present))

- Nobutoshi Canna (Nightscream and Oracle in Beast Machines, Inferno, Lazerwave and Sixshot in Transformers: Superlink, Swindle in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009); Knuckles The Echidna in the Sonic series (1998-present) and Sonic X)

- Mitsuo Iwata (Silverbolt in Beast Wars, Roadbuster in Transformers: Superlink, Wreck-Gar in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Hardshell in Transformers: Prime (2010-2013), Blurr in Transformers: Cyberverse (2018-present); Orbot in the Sonic series (2008-present))

- Toru Okawa (Optimus Prime/Convoy and Scourge in Transformers: Micron Legend, Ratchet and Porter C. Powell in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Simacore in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Pachacamac in Sonic Adventure (1998))

- Koji Yusa (Ironhide and Thrust in Transformers: Micron Legend, Ironhide/Irontread and Wing Dagger/Wing Saber in Transformers: Superlink, Prowl in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009); Shadow The Hedgehog)

- Daisuke Kishio (Kicker Jones in Transformers: Superlink, Bumblebee in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Quillfire in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Jet The Hawk in the Sonic games (2005-present))

- Kenta Miyake (Landmine and Omega Supreme in Transformers: Superlink, Bulkhead, Alpha Trion and Blackout in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Shockwave in Transformers: Prime (2010-2013), Razorpaw in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Vector The Crocodile in the Sonic games (2003-present) and Sonic X)

- Katsuyuki Konishi (Optimus Prime/Grand Convoy and Overdrive in Transformers: Superlink, Angry Archer and Spike Witwicky in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009); Lucas in Sonic X)

- Joji Nakata (Megatron in Transformers: Galaxy Force; E-102 Gamma in Sonic Adventure, Zavok in the Sonic games (2013-present), Dark Oak in Sonic X)

- Kotaro Nakamura (Megatron in the Transformers live-action films (2007-2011); Dr. Eggman in the Sonic games (2015-present))

- Kenji Nomura (Jetfire in Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen (2009), Hardcore Eddie in Transformers: Dark Of The Moon (2011), William Fowler in Transformers: Prime (2010-2013); Storm The Albatross in the Sonic games (2005-present))

- Takashi Nagasako (Issac Sumdac, Snarl and Brawn in Transformers: Animated (2007-2009), Bulkhead in Transformers: Prime (2010-2013); Big The Cat in the Sonic games (2004-present))

- Sanae Kobayashi (Carly Spencer in Transformers: Dark Of The Moon (2011); Chris Thorndyke in Sonic X)

- Yuki Tai (Wheeljack and Makeshift in Transformers: Prime (2010-2013); Zor in Sonic Lost World, Leon in Sonic X)

- Yutaka Aoyama (Dutch in Transformers: Dark Of The Moon (2011), Nightstrike in Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2014-2017); Zazz in Sonic Lost World)

- Ryuzaburo Otomo (Galvatron in Transformers: Age Of Extinction (2014); Black Doom in Shadow The Hedgehog (2005))

- Yutaka Nakano (Harold Attinger in Transformers: Age Of Extinction (2014); the President in Shadow The Hedgehog (2005))

- Aoi Yuki (Windblade in Transformers: Cyberverse, and Shatter in Bumblebee (2018); Sticks The Jungle Badger in Sonic Boom, and the female Avatar in Sonic Forces)

Like I said, Sonic and Transformers have a lot in common, but they are unique in their own ways. Maybe I like Transformers the most because it was from the 1980′s (which, by the way, is my favorite decade). I wasn’t too much of a 1990′s fan, but I did like Sonic, which originated in the 1990′s. So, I suppose Transformers is the winner, and Sonic The Hedgehog is in second place.

Well, that is all I will be saying for now. I will be posting more soon, but I have other things to do, as well. Stay tuned for more posts.

This is FirebirdTransAm68 signing out.

#transformers #sonic the hedgehog #the transformers #sonic #transformer #mobian #1980's #1990's #sonic and transformers have certain voice actors in common #1980's vs. 1990's #english voices are harder to find than Japanese voices... I wonder why...#any other voice actors I missed please list them in your reblogs if you can #first time I recognized some seiyuu was in any transformers media (especially micron legend)#thanks to transformers I got into seiyuu #maybe I just like transformers better

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