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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring. “You always gotta have a watchful eye. You’re okay, come on. So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence. This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”

“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead. “First off, get on some birth control. Don’t let these cowboys drag you down. Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys. You want to make it to the big time. Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”

“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around. Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles. “This is literally my first rodeo. I answered an ad. And here I am.”

“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous. Mindy was adorable. Tiny little thing with bright green eyes. She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken. They stay away from me.”

“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.

“Bull riders. They’re a dime a dozen. They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night. If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”

“Buckle bunnies?”

One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all. Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling. We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.

He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”

“She is, and my help, go on with your boys. I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”

“Now, that’s not nice. I’m not near as reckless as him. I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”

“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you. Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you. It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking. Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.

“Steve is trouble. He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch. The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider. Bucky is the one you go after. Sweet as southern tea. He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”

“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends. One seemed particularly taller than the rest.

“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy. “Great. You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker. Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you. You are here to work. You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”

“You never have?”

“That is beside the point.”

“Steve?”

“I ain’t never chased him. He found me. I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be. Cowboys can’t be trusted. Find you someone who sponsors one. You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth. “That’s my Johnny. He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”

“So…”

“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”

“Yeah. Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one. He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.

“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm. The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”

“Well, I ain’t done it. It’s just part of the job. Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”

“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.

“Yeah, and you’re rough. I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him. “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”

“Frank!”

“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name. You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”

“I do not.”

“Ow! Dammit that stings.”

“Alcohol usually does. Hold still, ya big baby. You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull. You gotta death wish or something?”

“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat. Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself. “You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”

“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”

“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut. “No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned. It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though. Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him. I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”

“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”

Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much. Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull. I ride horses, too. Used to ride sheep. I don’t get a girl in every city.”

“Oh? You get one and make her chase you around?”

“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap. “I got cha. You gonna need a bandage, darling?”

“No. I’m good.”

“Gotta watch these rough riders. They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”

“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”

“I caught ya, didn’t? I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun. I’m not who you think I am. And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute. This must have been the charm she was talking about. It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.

“She says you’re reckless.”

“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post. “Do I get your number or something? I’m also clumsy. It might be nice to have someone patch me up. You did such a good job. I don’t even feel it.”

“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards. You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late. It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.

“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no. “You going to the next county?”

“She is Frank. Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off. He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking. Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”

“You said that he…”

“I know what I said, and I stick behind it. I’m saying that is your kryptonite. Stay away. You’re going on tour with me. And I like you. That was clean work on Frank. You’re just easily distracted.”

“Does he always get hurt?”

“Just about every damn rodeo. He can’t gracefully fall off the bull. He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell. Remember…”

“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky. Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”

“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love? Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”

No, you didn’t. You were already too far gone. Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes. A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo. Mindy knew it, too. Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing. Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him. Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl. While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one. He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.

“Mhmm…already gone.”

“Shut up.”

“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky. It was your job description to watch him. Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing. Frank had already got your attention.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits. Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”

“Morning to you, too, Buns. I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”

“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head. “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right. We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard. But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana. And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”

“Why are we doing that again?”

“You miss your family. You talk about that place nonstop.”

“I do love it here.”

“You love the estate. Love not having anyone around. And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile. “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan. You acted fast.”

“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you. Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling. If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying. “You did.”

He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny. If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.”

“You needed it. And I couldn’t just leave Harlan. I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing. They weren’t. I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”

“And I thank you for that. Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him. You most definitely did get paid. Your rent was paid for the whole year. “You didn’t have money in your hand.”

“I did get a date out of that stay.”

“You did. I’m so glad you asked. And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars. And that’s with drinks and dessert.”

“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder. He loved your morning giggles. Was addicted to them. His mornings with you were always so special. A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet. The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate. Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.

“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”

“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back. “Come on, let’s get our shower.”

“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time? I know just the place we haven’t tried.”

“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”

“Those two ruin everything.”

“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.

“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth. “And I love you.”

“And I love you, Ransom. Come on, shower. Harlan and I need our coffees.”

“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”

“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed. “Am I going to see you in the next county?”

“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes. You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months. What are you needing, Frank?”

“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier. You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing. Would you want to go?”

“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty? You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him. Needing to close your door, but he still held on. “Frank, give me my door.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Didn’t say yes either.”

He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state. “What if I took a shower? Got all freshened up. The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent. We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar. It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant. Honestly.”

“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”

“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny. If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you. Bunnies are good for one thing. You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you. “It’s the Wild Horse. Just come on by. It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t. And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps. Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different. You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.

“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window. “Did you learn nothing?”

“No,” you pout at her. He was cute, no he was hot. And while it was silly, could it be so bad. “Is he that bad of a guy?”

“No. He’s honestly not. Just remember, his first love is the rodeo. If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away. It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”

“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true. You just wanted to have fun. Do things you hadn’t done before. That was the purpose of this job. You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.

“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”

Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door. A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full. But he was hoping you showed up. “Let’s play pool.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Darts? You haven’t played darts in a while.”

“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar. She thought it was going to be more than that. That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room. He wouldn’t. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.

“You’re killing my vibe.”

Frank looks over at Steve glaring. “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”

“Already have. Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”

“No.”

“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse. She didn’t seem interested.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Okay. She was interested. Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door. Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans. “Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”

“No. Go find fuck number two. I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you. Meeting you beside the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.

“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”

“Ooh, she’s ballsy. Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor. “What are you doing?”

“You came to dance. Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process. I don’t want that.”

“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more. You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.

“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive. He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve. He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off. Frank looked like an average man. With long legs, and the cutest ass. He was a dream. A sinful little dream.

Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck. Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs. “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.

Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat. Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow. “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”

“How do I earn it?”

“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips. “That…that’s a start.”

“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”

“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”

“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head. And he stands, tripping out of his jeans. Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination. “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs. “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah. You really gonna ride this bull? Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him. Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him. “Oh, you feel better than any saddle. Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.

His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you. “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys. Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him. Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out. He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken. You understood now why he strutted around the arena.

He reaches up to pinch your nipples. Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss. Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips. “I said, you gotta earn that hat. Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip. Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.

You sit back up, and put your hands behind you. Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch. He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected. Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him. Hugging his dick so perfectly. Your walls were already fluttering over him. The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.

“Come here. I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it. Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds. “Just like that. You’re earning that fucking hat. Just like that.”

Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt. Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on. Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.

“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass. “She’s a real pretty one. Your belt is on the door handle.”

“To tell you not to come in here. Dammit, Steve, Get out.”

“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.

And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”

“Him and Bucky.”

“You know I had my own room. Steve just saw me naked. Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile. You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.

“You haven’t got bucked off yet. About the buckle bunny business…”

“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”

“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny. You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”

“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.

“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts. I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”

“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you. Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared. Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still. It just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you. He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars. Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.

Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick. Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock. It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth. Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.

“That was beautiful. I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on. “Steve and Bucky always share a bed. You can wear my shirt and panties. Cuddle up real nice.”

“You won’t hate me in the morning?”

“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us. I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”

“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.

“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor. “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”

“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”

“Lips are sealed. Oh…hey, uh…”

“You can call me, Bunny.”

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theycallmebecca · 1 year ago

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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡

If this drabble had a theme song it would be Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero, specifically the line 'Hi, I'm the problem, it's me' because I literally started writing this drabble the day I got this request back on the 18th and the ending eluded me until today...

Never the less, I have prevailed! And I bring you some Frank Adler grumpiness.

Title: New Traditions

Pairing: Frank Adler x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

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"What do you mean you think fall is overrated?” You stared at your boyfriend in shock.

“The colors are nice, I guess,” Frank Adler replied with a shrug. “But I don’t get the fuss.”

You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to remind him that he’d grown up in fucking New England, one of the most picturesque places in the entire fucking world to experience fall and then shut it when you remembered why the two of you were even in New England in October.

Mary’s monthly weekend with her grandmother.

You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything about Frank’s mother and tried to mask your face, but you could see Frank’s lips twitch as he tried to fight smiling himself.

“It’s ok, you can call her a bitch if you want to,” Frank said with a grin. “I’ve said worse. To her face.”

“I will not stoop to her level,” you said, pulling your shoulders back. “I’m just glad I’m part of yours and Mary’s lives now and can help you both experience the parts of life that were kept from you.”

“Like what?” Frank asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Experiencing fall the way it’s fucking meant to be spent!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, just everything that makes fall fun!”

Frank gave you a look that said he wasn’t convinced.

“Trust me, by the time I’m done showing you and Mary everything you’ve missed, you’ll be begging me to show you more and, not only that, but making a huge weekend of it every single year,” you promised.

With Mary busy with her grandmother for the weekend, you and Frank went to a local haunted house and then watched a couple scary movies. While he refused to admit he was enjoying himself, you could tell that he was.

By the time you guys were back in Florida, Mary was on board for experiencing a true fall and you knew that would seal the deal for Frank. If there was anything that made your grumpy boyfriend happy, it was seeing his niece enjoying her childhood, something that both he and her mother had missed out on.

You spent the week planning a weekend full of fall-related fun for the three of you, some of which you shared with Frank and Mary, but other parts you decided to keep as a surprise.

When the weekend finally arrived, the three of you got up early and headed out for the first day of fun. You’d found a farm not too far away that had an actual pumpkin patch as well as hayrides, a corn maze, and a farm store.

Just as you had expected, it was an instant hit for Mary. It was a harder sell for your grumpy boyfriend, but, eventually, even he was enjoying himself, though you weren’t sure if it was because he’d gotten into the fall celebration or if it was just because he was happy that Mary was happy.

By the end of that first day, you knew that you’d just stated a new, annual, family tradition.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 (ma papillon)

valentine's day masterlist - tinsel tunes

summary - frank shyly asks if you'd do something with him for valentine's day.

warning - slight angst, fluff.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Frank shyly moves toward you, his tiny hands reaching up as he begins tugging the hem of your dress, gaining your attention softly. “M–mrs Claus, c–can we please go out to pick some fruit and watch the butterflies?” You look down at him in awe, staring at his adorable wide eyes and the cutest little pout on his face, never having seen Frank so shy.

“Of course, sweetie. C’mon, let’s go.” You pick him up and place him on your shoulder, giggling as you feel him nuzzle into your neck. His tiny little face lit up as he noticed how high he was, his little hands wrapped around your neck as he held on. You head outside, and toward the little garden, you had started when you had gotten to the North Pole. It’s one place where all the elves are happy to help. It’s a peaceful place for all.

You kneel, gently placing Frank into the soil where the fresh fruit is. The two of you begin to harvest it, dropping the fruit into the basket nearby. Frank proudly shows the fruit he’s picked. Each time he’d manage to pull one off, he’d turn and thrust it toward you with a giant smile on his face, blushing when you’d praise him.

As time flies by, you and Frank relax back and watch the beautiful butterflies fill the room, smiling at the pretty colours that flutter by. Frank points, talking to you about the many different names he’s given them. “That one is Winnie! Because he’s orange with some red! A–and that one is called Tulip! Because it reminds me of the flower!”

You smile, watching him as he gets happier and happier. “That one is Franklin! I named him after myself because he’s the most adventurous!” He looks at you and smiles, cheeks turning a rosy pink when he notices you’ve been staring at him. “What? Did I do something?”

“No, sweetie. I’ve just noticed how adorable and caring you actually are. This was a lovely day, and I enjoyed spending time with you.” You lean down and plant a soft kiss on the top of his head, causing him to hide his face, giggling as he does so.

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 2 years ago

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Always You: Part. 3

Weeeeee! Its another chapter! As always, I would like to thank all of you for reading! It really means a lot to me!

AU Actor Frank Adler x Y/N, Jarred Perry x Y/N

FIrst off I would like to thank these beautiful people!

to the lovely besties: @adulting-sucks @princessofdarkwinter @hollybee8917

You watched as the man emerged from the shadows, your eyes widening as Frank appeared. You started to shake in fear. You shouldn’t be like this, but he was in your home uninvited. He was supposed to be the love of your life, the man you loved, but you weren’t sure who he became at that moment.

“Honey, I know you're scared-”

“How did you get in?! Why are you here, Frank?”

Frank sighed, dug into his pocket, and pulled out the spare key. You looked at the key and sighed, remembering that he had a copy you gave him a while back when you two were together, but now circumstances are different; you made a mental note to get it back.

He didn’t deserve it.

“But that doesn’t answer my question, Frank. Why are you here?” you asked once more.

Frank leaned against the island table in your kitchen and crossed his arms.

“I know you're mad and have every right to be, but you have to know that this is just-”

“Work? Ha, I know it's work. But this is different, Frank. You’re taken, and that’s considered cheating. How long have you known about this contract?”

Frank looked at you, trying to find the words without hurting you, the look in his eyes one you had seen too many times.

“Since Ju-”

“Since June?!” You questioned, finishing his sentence.

Frank felt the blood drain from his body. He never liked lying to you, but Janice told him not to say anything until right.

“Honey, please-”

“Don’t honey me, Frank! You knew but failed to tell me; let me rephrase that you have the guts to lie to me?” you yelled.

“You know how Janice works! You and she are in the same business. She just wants what’s-”

“Janice doesn’t work the way I do. You know that I don’t do that shit. I don’t believe in PR shitships. All that does is bring issue after issue to deal with,” You said, placing your hand on your hip and staring at Frank.

“I know that, but I just-”

“Just what, Frank? Need to stay in the limelight? You know this isn’t like you,” you said, feeling disappointed. “You were this wholesome man that I fell in love with, then you did that movie with Bonnie, and then this happened.”

“The fans-”

“Yes, the fans like you with her; I fucking get it. But you know her past and what a mess she is. I got emails from UTA that they want to do some PR shit with Jarred, and you know what he said? He didn’t want to do it. He knew how messed up a situation she was in.”

“Y/N, she’s a nice girl. Yes, she had a bad history with the media, but she changed. I just need to-.”

“DON’T YOU DARE, FRANK!”

“What, that I need to be in a PR-”

“Frank, why? Just why do you need to do this? That’s all I ask. Do you not want to be out of the light for a while?”

“Janice wants me to get an Oscar, a nomination, maybe a win-”

“And this is how it's going to be? Wow, she’s asking for it.”

“But seriously, Y/N. None of these matters to me because I still love you-”

“And you think I do? You think I still love you?”

Frank stood there for a moment, thinking of what you just said.

“Honey, you don’t-”

Before he could say anything, you went to your purse and fished out your ring, looking at it briefly before shoving it into his chest.

“I do not need this. When you finally realize what you want, maybe you can give it back to me. Maybe when you realize how screwed up this is, then there is a chance. But for now, we are done,” you said.

Frank looked at you in disbelief, placing his hand on top of yours and holding it tight into his.

"Honey Bee, please, you don't mean any of this. You mean the world to-"

You yanked your hand out of his and shoved him away from you, tears forming in your eyes.

"Please, Frank, just leave."

"No, I will not leave until you tell me this isn't ov-"

"It's over, Frank. You lied, and you changed. Get the fuck out of my house," you said, your hands gripping the counter and not facing him.

You felt his hands on your waist and immediately turned around and pushed him off.

"FRANK ADLER, GET OUT NOW!"

Frank tried to touch you again, but you slapped him. Looking at you again, he opened the door and turned to you.

"I still love you," Frank said and walked out.

You slammed the door, standing there for a moment before you slid down to the ground.

On the other side, Frank stood facing the doorway, hearing your cries, and feeling your pain.

Three Months Later

Three months had passed, and you found yourself trying to move on. Instead, you found yourself sitting at home after work with a Grey Goose or Maker's Mark bottle. You wanted to call your best friend Diana, but she was out of town with her client. Since the breakup, Frank had called you less but still managed to text you. Morning, Afternoon, and Goodnight, just like he used to do when he was on location for a shoot.

It made you smile but faded with the thought of him and Bonnie. It doesn't help when the entertainment news has them plastered on tv and in magazines. Janice called you and wanted to set up a dinner with you to discuss things. You gave her the “I'll have my assistant call you for the times,” and then you hung up. You knew she would come and visit you sooner or later, but until then, you want to avoid her as much as possible.

You placed your wine glass on the coffee table and picked up your phone. Your phone lit up, which caught your attention. It was a reminder notification that reminded you that you had an afternoon flight to Boston with Jarred for his gala and filming. You had your bags packed and ready to go the next day, and your driver will be picking you up from your house and taking you to the airport hangar at LAX.

The following afternoon, you found yourself in the backseat of the SUV that would be taking you to the airport. Jarred was running a bit late but would meet you on the plane. You sat and looked at your phone and the schedule. It wasn’t too much, but Jarred didn't have an extensive plan, so he wanted to head to his vacation home in Concord, which you agreed to. Jarred had been working for almost a year, and he was getting tired; you deserved a mini vacation as well.

You needed to get away from everything that was going on in your life. You told your team before you left the office that you would be on vacation and not bother you unless it was an emergency. But you knew that they would call you. You placed your phone down when you noticed that the car had pulled up into the hangar. Another car was there, and you knew it was Jarred.

Jarred came out from the private jet and waved at you. You waved back and got out of the car, your driver moving your luggage out of the trunk and onto the plane. You walked into the private jet and took a seat in front of Jarred.

“Well, that was a semi-long day today,” you mentioned, placing your bag next to you and leaning back into the chair. Jarred laughed, too, leaning back in his chair.

“Well, the same with me. I was running late at home. Buggar did not want to make his shit, so I had to get Jessie to take him, and I was out the door.” Jarred said.

“Ha, no worries. I thought I was running late too. Midafternoon traffic is no joke.” You spoke.

“Anyways, what time is the gala?” Jarred asked. You took out your phone and scanned his schedule.

“It’s later tonight. You will be going straight from the airport; you get one day break, and then you start filming for Knives Out.

“Ah, working with Chris Evans. It is always fun with that guy.” Jarred said.

“Yea, he’s a nice guy. But he’s a very messy man.”

“Yea, tell me about it.”

“Just remember to keep it casual with him and don’t get too involved,” you warned.

“Oh, trust me, I don’t need reporters hounding me for his personal life,” Jarred said as you shook your head with a smile.

Later that night, you found yourself at the high-rise of the Four Seasons Hotel in Boston, outside with a glass of wine in your hands. You walked to the edge, looking towards the city. The calm wind blew against your warm skin, and you smiled. Down below, the city was still awake, but you somehow felt at peace.

“Admiring the views?” You heard a voice that caught you off guard. You turned around to find a handsome man; his blue eyes shined as you felt your cheeks heat.

You took a sip of your wine, “Yeah, it's quite nice out tonight.”

The man held out his hand, “I’m Chris.”

You took his hand and smiled, “Nice to meet you, Chris; I’m Y/N.”

As you shook his hand, you heard someone clear his throat, and you both turned to see Jarred standing with his champagne in his hand.

"Hey, Chris!" Jarred said, taking his place next to you. Chris looked at Jarred and then gave his million-dollar smile.

"Jarred didn't think you would be here," Chris said, holding his hand out. Jarred shook his hand, making sure to keep his place beside you.

Before you could say something, Chris excused himself. As he left, you turned around and raised an eyebrow at Jarred. He stared at you, confused.

"What?" Jarred said, laughing.

"Cock blocker," you said.

Jarred looked at you for a moment and then laughed.

"Cock blocker? Why would-"

"Because he's hot!" you said. Jarred laughed even more, then placed his arm around your waist.

"Trust me, and you don't wanna mess with a messy man," Jarred said, leading you back inside. You laughed, leaning in close to him.

"Oh, trust me, I know. I just got out of a relationship with one. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to let him flirt a little; a girl gotta feel love sometimes," you said with a laugh as Jarred shook his head.

“Well, how about I keep you company and keep these vultures away from you,” Jarred said as you just shrugged and walked around, meeting other business associates as they chatted with you and Jarred by your side.

Prying eyes wandered around the large private ballroom. She was chatting with some of the people from the industry, and she froze.

She spotted the voices. Her eyes widened as she began to realize who the mysterious girl was. She took her device out and started to snap photos of none other than Jarred Perry and a mysterious girl. Then placed her phone down and began to dial.

Janice speaking.

Janice, it's Bonnie. I've got something that will destroy Frank.

What is it?

Y/N is getting cozy with her client, Jarred

#frank adler x reader #frank adler x female reader #frank adler x y/n #au frank adler x reader #frank adler #chris evans character fanfiction

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aorifukuzawa · 1 year ago

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To remember 💜💜💜

The Moment

Summary: The moment Frank Adler realised he was hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you.

Notes: 18+ Minors DNI

authors note: i got this idea after seeing @twerkforambrose’s gifted gif set, especially the last one. so, thank you for the inspiration. i wrote this at 4:30am this morning, so i hope you guys enjoy it.

masterlist

Frank Adler was a difficult person to read, always had been. He grew up in the shadow of his sister, her unique intelligence and witty personality commanding the attention of every room she entered.

He learnt that keeping quiet gave him the easy, laid back life he so wanted.

Not to be bothered by his mother’s pestering or belittling.

Keep reading

#frank adler #frank adler x female!reader #frank adler x reader #frank adler x y/n #frank adler fluff #the moment

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lives-in-midgard · 1 year ago

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Fic Recommendation

On this Masterlist you can find some of my favorite fanfictions I've read recently. Some of them are older ones that I found and some are new ones. Let's show those amazing writers some love and enjoy their storys.

P.S: I'm gonna make a Christmas recommendation Masterlist as well because I have read some great stories!

Bucky Barnes:

A Slip of the Tongue by @antiquarianfics

Bracelet by @sergeantbarnessdoll

My favorite piece of art by @nicoline1998enilocin

Wonder What It Was Like by @questionableratatouille00

Check Yes or No by @navybrat817

Words and Consequences by @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Can't sleep by @sebastianstanisahotmf

Smiles and Smooches by @aikaterini-drag

Lovers by @sleepypanda27

Steve Rogers:

Dancing in the street by @nicoline1998enilocin

First Kiss Since 1945 by @sergeantbarnessdoll

Overlooked by @sebastianstanisahotmf

Kissing Booth by @buckys-wintersoldier

Yelena Belova:

Cheesy pickup lines by @alotofpockets

Loki:

Period- Headcanon by @lokisbiiiitch1993

A Second Chance by @lokisbiiiitch1993

Andy Barber:

All these years by @nicoline1998enilocin

Frank Adler:

"Never heard you laugh before" by @buckys-wintersoldier

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avenging-fandoms · 2 years ago

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imagine giving professor!cevans head under his desk while he’s talking to another teacher

imagine professor/student teacher!drew and you not so subtly flirting with eachother and then one day he just asks you to stay behind to “talk about grades”

😵‍💫😵‍💫

You do not have my permission to repost my fics! These are MINE and mine only! :) You can reblog! Every reblog is appreciated!

*Adding another request: The reader and chris are having a affair she tells him it either her or his wife.

*Loosely based off of 'Teacher's Pet' by Melanie Martinez

"Enjoy your weekend, folks. Don't forget your papers are due Tuesday!" Chris announced to the class and you took your time packing your things, standing up as the last student left the room. You smirk to yourself and Chris closed his door, heading to his office inside the classroom.

You followed behind, your mouth softly in a frown as the office was empty. You jumped as the door slammed behind you, Chris pressing you against the door as he roughly kissed you. You dropped your bag and held his face, Chris's hand touching your thigh and you hum.

"You're such a tease, you know that? You're wearing a skirt, with no shorts underneath it? Like I told you to?" He mumbled against your neck, pulling his hand up your thigh and brushing his pinky over your underwear, and you shivered. "I might have to fail you for that, my dear"

"You wouldn't dare. I thought fucking the professor got you straight As?" You smirk and he holds your hair with his fist, making you look at him and you hiss.

"Not when you tease them and disobey them after they give you very specific rules to follow" He growled in your ear, biting your earlobe. You hum and held his elbows, Chris taking you to his desk and sitting you on it, Chris sitting in his desk chair and licking his lips slowly as you spread your legs in front of him.

Chris leaned forward, hand holding under your knees as his warm tongue pressed against your underwear. You let out a breath and ran your fingers through his hair, your leg over his shoulder as he pulled your underwear off your hips and groaning as his mouth wrapped around your clit.

Chris's tongue pressed flat against your pussy, drinking every drop of you and pushing his tongue into you. Your body laid back against his desk, holding onto the edge of the desk and moaning. You knocked a few things off his desk, including the picture of Chris, his wife, their two kids and Dodger. You didn’t feel right about what you two were doing, but the way his tongue licked your clit you forgot all about the ring on his finger.

Chris slapped his hand over your mouth as he stood up, sliding two of his fingers into you and looking at you with dark eyes. “Shut your whore mouth before anyone hears us, understood?”

“Y-yes sir” You bit your lip and he pulled away from you, unzipping his pants. You smile as you watch him pull his cock, but it quickly drops as you both heard a knock on the door. You quickly scramble underneath his desk, Chris scooting far into the desk and cleaning up his desk.

“Come in” He says and pretends to grade. The door opened and a voice greets him. “Ah, Professor Anderson, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, I thought you had a student in here” You could practically hear how hard your stomach dropped. “A student told me they saw someone come in here with you”

“No, a student asked me about a grade and left shortly after. No one in here but me and my pen” He cracks a joke and you roll your eyes, looking at his hard cock and drooling. You smirk and lean forward, sliding your tongue along his cock.

“That’s actually why i’m here, I wanted to ask you..” The words trailed off in your mind as you worked your mouth around his cock. You laughed to yourself as Chris stumbled on his words as your mouth sucked his balls with your hand pumping his tip.

"If you need anything else, give me a call" Chris says and the woman chuckles and you roll your eyes. You pulled away from Chris and watched from a little hole in the desk her feet turn and the tips of her shoes hit the picture frame on the floor. She bent over to display her ass and you wanted to jump her.

"This was on the floor, beautiful family" She says and your eyes fell, closing your eyes and shaking her words as she walked out the door. Chris got up to lock the door and you stood up, putting yourself together again and gathering your things.

"I can't believe you did.. what are you doing? Hey, I'm talking to you!" Chris grabbed your shoulder and you pushed his hand off as you put your bag on your shoulder, Chris fixing himself.

"Don't, Chris" You huff and he knits his eyebrow.

"What happened? Was it Anderson? She's just desperate I don't want her, I want you" He holds your cheek and you look at him.

"Then leave her! You want to be with me forever, you take me to your beach house, take me on nice dinner dates, I've had it" You drop your bag, teeth gritting together. "You say I'm so special, then prove it. Tell her you're leaving her, and you be with me" Your eyes darted back and forth in his as he thought.

"It's not that easy, honey" Chris whispered and you pushed past him, and he grabs your wrist.

"Let go of me!" You shout and he puts his hands on his hips, leaning on his left side. "Me or her.. choose wisely" You slam the door behind you and Chris took the picture frame, throwing it at the wall and the glass shatters, as well as the frame.

He was fucked.

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rascal-xo · 2 years ago

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Does anyone want a Pt.2 to This?

#call of duty #call of duty cold war #russell adler x fem!reader #russell adler #alex mason #frank woods #cod cold war #cod #frank woods x reader #alex mason x reader #fanfic #call of duty smut #cod x y/n #cod x reader

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obsessedwrhys · 8 months ago

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CALL OF DUTY (MOSTLY COLD WAR)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Symbols

fluff = 🦋 , angst = 🪐 , smut = 🍒 , goofy = 🎧

Headcanons:

-None yet-

Stories:

Unforgettable (Frank Woods x F!Reader) / He takes you to Burger Town for the first time 🦋

Born Fighter (Frank Woods x F!Reader) / Your 12 y/o daughter gets in trouble for a fight and Woods is the one called to meet the principal 🦋

Series:

-None yet-

#call of duty #cod frank woods #cod x reader #cod x you #cod #cod x female reader #cod x y/n #cod russell adler #cod cold war #cod cw #cod headcanons #x reader #fluff #angst

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago

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There for you - Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Happy Mother's Day to anyone who celebrates it today!

Summary: The first period can be daunting, thankfully Mary has you

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Periods! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

“Who’s gonna be the most handsomest pup ever?” You coo as you gently rub some shampoo onto the top of the newest strays head.

In response the little pup wagged his tail, spraying water and shampoo across the back of the bath. He wiggled forward to lick your cheek.

“Oh yes thank you so much” you chuckle as you gently push the pup back into the tub.

You began carefully rinsing out the shampoo when you heard the door open behind you, glancing over your shoulder you saw one of the volunteers poking her head in.

“Oh there’s someone on the phone for you,” she tells you, “says it’s urgent”

Your brows furrow “Did they say who it was?”

“Um Plato Academy?” She says with a small shrug of her shoulders.

You curse under your breath, that was Mary’s middle school, why on earth were they calling you?

“Oh okay, yeah, can you take over?” You ask nodding to the pup in the bathtub.

“Sure” she nods grabbing a waterproof apron from a nearby hook.

“Great thank you” you mutter as you quickly dry your hands and make your way out to the front desk.

Your supervisor was already at the desk working at the computer, she gave you a smile before nodding to the phone which had been left for you.

“Um hello?” You say once you pick up the phone.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” A woman on the other end asks.

“Uh yeah speaking” you confirm scratching the back of your neck.

“Okay, I’m calling from Plato Academy about Mary Adler” the woman starts.

“Is she okay? In trouble?” You ask knowing what Mary could get like, and it was only getting worse as puberty hit.

“She’s locked herself in a bathroom and is refusing to come out” the woman on the other end sighs making your brows rise in surprise.

“Right… did she say why?” You ask as you rub your forehead.

“No, but she’s really quite distressed so we were hoping you could come see if she’ll talk to you or take her home?” The woman explains.

“Okay, well um I’m at work so Frank will probably be able to get there sooner than I can,” you tell her.

“Mary’s asked for you specifically,” the woman tells you making your brows rise again in surprise.

“She did?” You stutter in surprise “Right um okay I’ll um-“You scratch your forehead trying to work out what to do. Something was clearly wrong and you wanted nothing more than to go help Mary but you couldn’t just leave work.

Your supervisor then taps you on the arm, getting your attention “You can go if you’re needed” she whispers.

You cover the phone with your hand “Are you sure?” You whisper back.

She nods her head with a kind smile “She sounds like she needs you and we can cope” she reassures you.

Your shoulders drop as you shoot her a grateful smile “Okay I’ll be there as soon as I can” you say into the phone.

When you arrived at the middle school one of the receptionists was waiting for you and took you straight to the bathroom that Mary had shut herself into.

“Do you mind just giving us some privacy?” You ask turning to the receptionist.

“Yeah of course, I’ll be right out here if you need anything” she nods with a kind smile.

You give her a thankful smile before pushing inside the bathroom. As soon as you stepped inside you heard the small sniffles.

“Mary? Sweetie, are you in here?” You call out softly as you walk in.

“Y/N?” Mary sniffled.

“Yeah I’m here, what’s wrong?” You ask moving closer to the stall that you heard her sniffles coming through.

“I got my period” she mutters quietly, her tone embarrassed and upset.

“Oh…” you sigh sympathetically, everything making sense “Do you have any pads or tampons?”

“No, and it really hurts” she complains.

“Okay, don’t worry we’ll get you some pain killers and I have some spare pads in my handbag for emergencies just like this” you reassure her, looking for your bag to find what you needed, you were just about to pass a pad under the door when you paused “mary, do you need a change of underwear?” You ask quietly.

Mary was silent for a moment with the exception of her sniffles before finally whispering “Yeah”

“Okay I’ll get that sorted don’t worry” you reassure her “I’ll be right back”

You head back towards the door, popping your head out and whispering to the receptionist “Does the school have spare underwear for girls?”

A look of understanding crosses her face followed by a sympathetic smile “Yes I’ll go grab a pair” she nods before hurrying off to the office.

Soon enough the receptionist returned with a fresh pair of underwear, straight from the packet, and you were able to pass them onto Mary.

“Here you go sweetie, here’s a bag for you to put your pair in and I’ll chuck them in the wash when we get home, or you can just put them in the bin it's up to you” you offer as you pass everything she needed under the door.

“Thank you” Mary whimpers as she takes them from you.

A few minutes later the bathroom stall opened and a defeated-looking Mary stepped out. Her gaze was set on the floor as she traipsed over to the sink to wash her hands. Once she was done you open up your arms for her, smiling gently when she stepped into your embrace.

“Thank you Y/N” she sniffled.

“It’s nothing, let’s get you home and we can relax, eat any snacks you want and watch a movie,” you say running your hands over the top of her head.

“What about school?” She asks looking up at you.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that grew on your lips, any other kid would be jumping at the chance to skip school.

“No matter how natural and normal they are, periods suck, especially first periods so we’re gonna make sure you’re feeling better and if you wanna go into school tomorrow you can” you tell her, rubbing her shoulders.

“Okay thank you,” she says a smile finally tugging at her lips.

“Good now c’mon I have a secret stash of ice cream at home that even Frank doesn’t know about” you smirk as you wrap your arms around her shoulders and begin to lead her out.

At the mention of her uncle Mary froze “Will you tell Frank?” Worry clear in her eyes.

“Not if you don’t want me to, but he’ll understand, Frank despite how grumpy he can get is one of the good ones, he won’t think it's gross or weird, he might be a bit sad that you’re growing up but he’ll look after you, spoil you” you reassure her turning to face her.

“Really?” She asks her tone unconvinced.

“Yeah, he spoils me whenever I’m on my period so of course he’ll spoil you,” you tell her.

“Okay,” she hums quietly as you continue to walk back out and towards the car “I don’t know how I’d tell him” she admits quietly.

“That’s okay, I can tell him if you want?” You offer as you reach the car.

“Thank you Y/N” Mary sighs in relief, hugging you tightly before moving to get into the car.

You and Mary were curled up together under a blanket on the couch. Bowls of both yours and Mary’s favourite snacks sat on your laps as one of Mary’s favourite movies played.

You had given Mary a hot water bottle for her cramps, something that Fred took full advantage of by curling up on top of it. Mary didn’t mind though, a soft smile curled at her lips as she stroked her hand down his back.

The sound of the door opening had you looking over, Frank frowning in confusion when he spotted the both of you on the couch.

He glanced down at his watch before pointing over at you “Why aren’t you at work?” He questions before pointing at Mary “And why aren’t you in school”

“Why aren’t you at the harbour?” Mary fires back making Frank’s eyebrows rise.

He opened his mouth to scold her but you held out your hand “Mary wasn’t feeling well so we’re having a couch day” you tell him.

Frank's brows furrow again, this time in concern “Oh… what’s wrong squirt?”

“Nothing” Mary answers quickly making Frank shoot you a confused look.

You just subtly nod your head in the direction of the kitchen. Frank lets out a small sigh before nodding his head and making his way into the kitchen.

“I’m just gonna replenish these,” you tell Mary grabbing the half-finished bowls of popcorn and chips.

She murmurs an okay as you get up and follow Frank into the kitchen. You find him leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. His brow arched in the silent question of what the hell is going on.

You put the bowls down on the side before moving to stand in front of him “Mary got her period” you whisper.

His lips part in surprise and understanding “Is she okay?” He asks quietly.

“She feels pretty crap, it caught her off guard the school had to call me because she locked herself in a bathroom,” you tell him, his brows rising in shock.

He grabs his phone from his pocket and you can see him scrolling to see if he missed any calls “Why didn’t they call me?” He asks when he saw he had none. You level him a look which makes him sigh “right”

“She’s just embarrassed,” you say placing a hand on his arms and rubbing it soothingly.

“She has nothing to be embarrassed of,” he says with a soft shake of his head.

“We know that, but she doesn’t know that yet, society still sees it as something gross and weird,” you say with a long sigh.

“Which is bullshit” Frank mutters under his breath looking down.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips as you reached up to gently brush your lips against his.

“I wish she felt comfortable enough to talk about it with me but I’m glad she has you” he sighs wrapping his arms around you.

“It was nothing, now c’mon help me fill these up and we’ll continue our movie night” you say stepping out of his embrace and passing him a bowl.

“You think she’ll want me to join?” He asks sceptically.

“Of course, and what better way to show you’re there for her” you point out.

A smile tugs at his lips “Okay” he agrees.

Once the snacks were refilled, you and Frank made your way back out to the living room. You return to your original spot while Frank sits down on the opposite side of Mary, his arm resting around the back of her.

“What are you doing?” She questioned he sat down and start snaking on the popcorn.

“Joining my girls for movie night” he answers simply.

“But you hate this movie” Mary argues pointing to the cheesy romcom currently playing.

“What are you talking about?” Frank exclaims dramatically “I love this movie” he smirks popping more popcorn in his mouth.

Mary rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, settling back down into the couch. Shifting ever so slightly into Frank’s side. You look over smiling at the two of them, especially when Frank threw you a grateful look.

A couple of weeks had passed since you had picked Mary up from school. It had been a rough few days with her but Frank was just as patient with her as he always was with you when you were on your period.

As you woke you naturally stretched an arm out to Frank’s side of the bed but found his side cold. You peeked an eye open to see he wasn’t lying beside you. You frown in confusion because it was Sunday and Frank always had a long lie-in on Sundays. It could be near impossible to get him out of bed, him often muttering that it was God’s day of rest despite not being religious at all.

Hearing the bedroom door creak open you rolled over to see Mary walking in holding a tray full of food, Frank following behind holding cups of coffee.

“Wha-what’s this?” You stutter in surprise, sitting up as Mary put the tray down on your lap.

“A treat for your special day” Frank explains as he rounds the bed and sits down beside you.

“My special day?” You ask in confusion, looking over at Frank to see a twinkle in his eyes.

He then nodded to Mary who suddenly went all shy as she held out a pink envelope for you. You take the envelope from her, glancing once more over at Frank before opening it up. Your breath caught when you saw the card inside.

“You got me a mothers day card” you managed to say, a thick lump forming in your throat as tears collected in your eyes.

“Yeah because you’re there for me and you do everything that a mom does like helping me with my period” Mary explains with a shy smile, fiddling with her fingers “Do you like it?”

“Oh sweetie I love it” you cry “C’mere” you open your arms for her holding her tight when she walked over into your embrace.

You look over to see Frank watching the scene unfold with unshed tears. He’d looked the exact same when Mary had first surprised him for Father’s Day, but you knew this meant just as much to him to see Mary accept you as a mother figure in her life. You reach out to take his hand and squeezing.

He smiled back at you quickly wiping away a stray tear “Why don’t you give Y/N her present?” He suggests.

Mary pulls back from the hug to grab another envelope, a golden one this time, and passes it to you. Opening it up you see it was a spa voucher for two.

“I thought you and Frank could go” Mary explains nodding over to Frank.

A smirk grows on your face “Why would I take Frank when I can take you?”

Mary’s jaw practically drops to the floor “Really!? What about Frank?”

You lean in and cup your hand around your mouth “Why waste it on him when he’s just gonna get all greasy on a boat the next day” you whisper loudly.

“I don’t usually hear you complaining about the grease” Frank huffs.

You ignore him “Plus it would be a nice girl's day out” you smile.

Mary beams back at you, bouncing on the balls of her feet “Yes! I can’t wait!” She grins.

“Me neither now come sit down,” you say shuffling over to make room “and help me eat all this” you smile passing her a pastry that you knew she’d love.

“Thank you Y/N, for everything” Mary smile’s gratefully as she accepts the pastry.

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about the event | eun hosts a hurt/comfort-themed blurb night for the month of february 2023!

dates and times | requests will be accepted all day friday, february 10th through the start of the event. the event will begin at 2pm on saturday, february 11th.

submission guidelines | the theme of this event is general hurt/comfort. please do not send in requests for any of eun's series au's. more detailed requests are more likely to be chosen. please make sure your submission follows eun’s general request guidelines.

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angel's aid | friend!curtis everett x reader | when the tail-end's chaos gets to you, curtis knows just what you need.

captain's orders | bf!steve rogers x reader | steve dotes on you when your period's causing you pain.

craving comfort | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | andy's so proud of you when you finally seek him out for comfort.

where the heart is | best friend!jake jensen x college student!reader | jake makes for the sweetest surprise during a valentine's day spent in the hospital.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Flowers of Waverley Road: You Can Have It All - Frank X Lavender Masterlist

Needy and touched starved. The baby of the family, and everyone had moved on, and left you alone in the giant mansion. Homeschooled, and unable to travel, you are literally always alone. Left to wander the halls and dream about actually seeing the world. Heavy security detail whenever you leave the grounds. You father didn’t think about the builders Ari and Frank who had come to work on the house. What starts off as teasing Ari, leads into something completely different with Frank. A man just as touch starved as you, and one that is willing to hide you away from the harsh and cruel world of the mafia.

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy. Please read ALL warnings before proceeding. And as always minors DNI.

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theycallmebecca · 2 years ago

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Drabble: The Five Step Plan

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

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

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

Title: The Five Step Plan

Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader

Rating: PG-13

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What's going on?!” Frank demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok,” you said. “For Mary.”

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

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

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

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

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

Step two was proving that he still loved you.

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

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

Step five was recommitting yourselves to each other.

He was going to do it.

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

Promise me you'll never give up on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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