#shenanigans w/ me mum

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

got my ma to add a fob song to her playlist. conversation was originally about this tiktok I saw talking about Courtney Love's bit on Rat a Tat. and how it could've been done by any one else which I heavily disagree with. but then somehow drifted to me mentioning how Elton John gets drenched in fake blood at the end of the Save Rock & Roll music video. and she went 'oh, I need to see that.'

anyways, yea, she ended up adding Save Rock & Roll to her playlist

and while I'm here, just gonna drop my all time fav fob song which she has also heard a shit ton of times cause I play it any time I get the aux cord.

[crystal-mouse]

helth

[dragon-spaghetti]

God my sister got me SICK

SHE WAS ILL ALL WEEK AND I THOUGHT I WAS SAFE FOR ONCE BUT NO IVE STARTED SNEEZING AND SNIFFLINGGGG

[miserycanary]

MISSION: LOVE KILL  ᡣ𐭩 [trailer]

pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & fem!reader

synopsis: the trailer to my very first full-length series set in a soulmate AU. 

pairings: (applies to future parts) angst, smut, fluff, mutual pining, misunderstandings, rivals to lovers to rivals, featuring Ghost's inability to communicate, graphic mentions of violence, might hint to sexual violence, BARELY PUT TOGETHER, torture, one bed trope, i-will-wait-for-you trope, loving-you-is-like-breathing trope, slowburn (unless I get bored and rush this), poor poor attempt in crack, will add more as we go on

The subtle searing pain on the back of his neck is enough reason for Ghost to hate the idea of soulmates existing. It wasn’t just the fact that he has lived up to his 30s feeling like a fire wasp is buzzing under his skin, it was that the government fully developed their system with pairs in mind. You mean to tell him that he has to have found his partner—who’s probably cities or even continents away—just so that he could fucking own property? Utter fucking bullshit, he calls it. 

‘Nutjobs! The lot of them’

It was also the fact he had to watch his mum’s so-called soulmate almost beat them up to death each day. How could someone whose single purpose in life is to torment them be his mother’s soulmate? Fate either has a weird take on the concept of love and the whole shenanigan or it’s fucking wicked. Either way, the S-word has left a bad taste in his mouth—and memory. He would rather die, not having property—or anything really—to his name if it means that he wouldn’t comply to the fucking standards of pairs. 

Or so he thought because, once again, life is fucking wicked like that. 

When he first broke the news that he would be retiring from the army, he expected his future days ahead full of smooth-sailing lounging. Maybe a cup of tea in hand or even some biscuits if he was feeling fancy. Imagine his shocked face when he inquired with a real-estate agent to finally have something to call home, no longer needing to stay by some cheap hotel with what his little pay could afford, that he cannot fucking do that! 

“Yeah, this would be good. Really nice stuff here,” Ghost gruffs. “Yeah? Well, let’s get started then. Um, here are the paperworks that you need to fill out. Uhh, you just need to input your government code and your partner’s. It is policy that you bring your pair in with you when it comes to legal documents, but I’m sure that we could make an exception for our veteran here,” the agent smiles; one that Ghost did not reciprocate. “I ain’t got a missus with me. Haven’t found them yet.” 

It was a simple explanation, not wanting to dwell too much on his reasons. Before he could even take the papers in his hand, the man retracts. Confusion etched on Ghost’s face while pity is on the man’s. “Oh, I am really sorry but you are legally required to have a partner before you could own property—or anything for that matter.” Ghost looked this agent for a good few minutes, anticipating the ‘sike’ that he desperately wishes to hear but only dead silence echoes. “Surely you could, say, make an except for a veteran?” he nervously chuckles out, trying to weasel his way into a fucking home. Nothing. Dead fucking silence that’s heavy with pity. Ghost loathes it.

Without even saying a word, he turns his back and starts walking towards the car he rented today, because you can’t even own a car in this government! He should have flagged it as weird when the lady in the car shop insists that he should rent first before buying something. So, now he sits in the dingy bar that Soap has dragged him into after he informed the force that he would not be settling anytime soon. After explaining his circumstance, he expected them to react like he did before, but no. They all replied like they knew this. Even saying stuff like, “you didn’t know?” Of course he didn’t! It wasn’t like Ghost was invested in property or anything for that matter while he was serving. All he cared about was surviving each day, and that is it. 

“Aye, cheer up, lad. Life ain’ that bad. Ya’ just gotta get them lassie, and all yer problems would go away,” the Scot on his right drunkenly offers advice—a shit one at that. Did he really think Ghost hasn’t stepped foot on every land they got deployed with heavy hopes that he’ll find whoever he needs to find there? He fucking hates it here. He should have not retired this early if he knew this would happen. Now he needs to go around the world and search for the lassie whose presence—or her lack thereof—is the root of all his problems. 

If finding a needle in a haystack is hard, imagine finding a lady that’s probably moving countries as he speaks with Soap. “Yeah, like that’s fucking easy,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes before lifting his mask just enough to down his shot of whiskey. The fiery burn of the alcohol down his throat is nothing compared to the one on his neck. He would rather have it cut at this point than to go on about this miserable lifetime any longer.

“Should I just cut and peel it off?” he mumbles to no one in particular; probably to Fate if that shit is listening. Seeing that no one else in the rundown bar is really paying attention to him, Soap takes the honour in replying to him instead. “According tae what I’ve seen, jobby pain is hee haw compared tae th' pain ye will feel in yer heart. Doctors say that th' pain goes tae th' heart instead while tripling”. Unprompted, Ghost curses like a fucking sailor. Saying stuff that will probably get him on the government's watchlist if he wasn’t part of the military serving this goddamn country. He risks his life daily and this is what he gets? Ungrateful bastards.

With a slam of the glass on the mahogany table, he stands up with a new profound determination. “Fuck it, I’m finding that missus if it’s the last thing that I do”. “Eyy, that’s the spirit, matie,” Soap drunkenly encourages him, which should have been the first red flag on this idea. Any idea supported by Soap is an immediate botch.

Well, what could go wrong? He’s retired anyway. 

Turns out, many could go wrong. Well, here’s to the fucking shit-show of his life.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

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[zorosleftmantit101]

One piece group chat shenanigans

A/N: I see a little sillohetto of a man

C/W: Swearing, telling ppl to kts, Crack post, Shitpost

Luffy: Wait so like do beavers exist

Robin: yeah why

Luffy: how do I know if I seen one

Nami: you'll fucking know when you see one

Franky: guys im shitting rn

Usopp: Nami leave him alone he's autistic

Luffy: cause like I've seen a lot in my time right?

Zoro: what are you about to tell us a fucking war story.

Luffy: Zoro, your distracting me can you litterly shut up.

Sanji: honestly actually kys zoro

@Zoro has removed @sanji from the chat

Usopp: someone add him back

Nami: no dont...

Brook: sup sluts whats going on

Luffy: brook have you seen a beaver

@Usopp has added @Sanji to the chat

Nami: alright Usopp your getting blocked

Usopp: I had to I can hear him crying

Sanji: IM NOT CRYING IM LITTERLY IN PUBLIC

Brook: don't fret sanji I cry in public constantly

Nami: here we fucking go

Brook: or at least I would

Brook: if I had any eyes 👀

@Nami has removed @Brook from the chat

Luffy: NAMI I NEEDED TO ASK HIM ABT THE BEAVERS

Nami: no one cares abt the beavers Luffy

Luffy: I DO

Luffy: WHERES THE BUTTON TO ADD HIM BACK

Zoro: who added the slut back to the chat

Sanji: Zoro I hope you piss kidney stones

@Luffy has added 8 people to the chat

NamI: LUFFY WHAT DID YOU DO

Luffy: I WAS JUST TRYING TO ADD BROOK I THINK I MESSEP UP

Shanks: HEY NERDS

Buggy: what the fuck is this

Crocodile: straw hat...

Mihawk: this is highly immature

Shanks: someone shoul put you in a retirement home

Buggy: HA

Crocodile: Buggy are you conspiring with the enemy

Nami: someone kick them

Brook: IM BACK SLUTS

Ace: ive been summoned

Robin: yo what...

Law: straw hat this is unfunny

Kidd: yknow who else isnt funny

Shanks: buggy?

Buggy: KYS

Kidd: your un present father

@law has left the chat

Kidd: HA hit a nerve fucking losser

@Kidd has left the chat

@Mihawk has left the chat

@crocodile has left the chat

Shanks: im staying this is juicy

Buggy: like my ass

@nami has removed @buggy from the chat

Shanks: NERD

@Nami has removed @Shanks from the chat

Nami: Ace yknow what you need to do

Ace: 👍

@Ace has left the chat

Nami: finally peace and quiet

Luffy: anyway brook abt the beavers

@Franky has sent a photo

*opened by all*

Luffy: is that your shit

Franky: i told you i was shitting

@Nami has left the chat

@zoro has left the chat

@sanji has left the chat

@Robin had left the chat

Usopp: Franky that looks really bad when was the last time you went to a doctor

Franky: ur mum

@Usopp has left the chat

Franky: so just the three of us

Brook: indeed

Luffy: anyway brook so beavers

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 124 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence.

Another meta-title. The statement giver and their mum got left hanging on the cable car and after that Martin leaves Jon hanging...

JON: "Statement of Julian Jennings regarding a cable car journey up the Untersberg mountain in Austria" Wohooo, home match! A few fun thoughts: A friend of mine texted me when he was listening to this episode "I'm just driving through Salzburg and this statement comes up!" I haven't been to the Untersberg even though it's only a bit over an hour drive from my home. I like mountains but I have almost no desire of climbing them. Trust me when I say most Austrians find this shocking. Almost everybody’s hobby here is hiking...(same goes for skiing or snowboarding or whatever). My sister’s been there though. Maybe I'll check it out some day... Also, the name "Untersberg" sounds like such a made-up name to me, but I guess names really are that blunt around here. 

"It must have been the old man, of course, but again, why?" Hmmm, a cable car up a mountain, so heights... and an old man. I wonder who could that be??  ¬‿¬

"Her big passion was mountains; we always had to go up a mountain." Fun fact, just recently a study had been released which confirms that people can get addicted to mountaineering.

"He picked up the phone next to the controls and started speaking annoyed German into it, but from his expression it didn’t seem like he was getting any answers." This is very accurate! One, Austrians actually are annoyed and grumpy all the time and two, it’s hard to get helpful answers from other Austrians...

"Then, without warning, and without any input from the driver, the car began to move again. It traveled upwards, gaining speed and swinging with such force I was afraid that we’d all we thrown out of the open door. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. We should have hit another tower, or the top of the mountain by now, but we just kept going, higher, and higher" That's such a typical theme of Fairchild's Vast shenanigans. All surroundings disappear and you're just left in a huge open space.

"His eyes widened in sudden realization, but before he could pull back from the edge, an arm, long, grey, and completely inhuman, reached down from above with terrible speed." That's new though. It definitely adds to the horror of the statement. This unknown thing sitting on top of the cable car.

Martin's evading everyone, but he can't escape Jon forever!

Jon sounds so hopeful at first, and Martin is so dismissive. Also we have now reached the peak of the awkward stuttering phase of both of them.

JON: "Right. Working for Lukas." MARTIN: "Ah, N-no, P-Peter’s –" (sighs) [[clipped syllable]] (composes himself) "It’s complicated." [BEAT] JON: "Right." Calling Lukas by his first name, making the impression that he indeed got cozy with Elias' successor.

MARTIN: "Anyway, I… should, uh [get back to] –" JON: (overlapping) "H-how are you, Martin? I-Is everything…" MARTIN: "Yeah. Yeah, no, I’m, I’m alright, uh… everything’s… fine." JON: "Right. Um… how’s… h-how’s the poetry?" MARTIN: "Oh, uh, well, I haven’t exactly had a lot of time recently, so…" JON: "Yes, of course." Martin's trying to leave and shrugs off every question and Jon is just grasping at straws, desperately trying to get Martin to stay and talk to him. Even when things were bad in S2 with paranoia!Jon, Martin was there for him. And now even he is distant. If Jon can even find him at all, that it.

JON: "W,w,we’ll – it was – good – (softer) It was good to see you." MARTIN: "…Yeah." He doesn't say it back T_T

@a-mag-a-day

[leclerced]

In Poland the Easter Monday is the Wet Monday cause there’s a tradition that people pour water on one another. Now it’s not that big as it was back in the day where whole neighbourhood or countryside would take part in it. You know when someone was walking to church or generally outside mostly young people would wet you with water. My mum told me she got whole buckets of water poured over her (and there were of course superstitions tied to it. That if a lady wasn’t wet by the end of the day she wouldn’t find herself a husband and things like that). Now it’s more of a symbolic act. You drizzle a bit of water on members of your family, we do it for tradition and it stuck with the wishes (cause we wish wet Wet Monday)

oh my god. thats fucking insane 😭😭 i love that sm but i’d be pissed if i got drenched w buckets of water like ur mom. i probably wouldn’t leave my house

the only think i have close to this is one time there was a senior prank at my school where the seniors showed up before school to the student parking lots with BUCKETS of water balloons and pelted the underclassmen w water balloons as they got out of their cars and when into school. eventually students were calling saying they weren’t getting out of their cars bc they were surrounded by seniors w water balloons and they didn’t want to get soaked. shenanigans were ended.

[achillean-knight]

REALLY GOOD NEWS

This'll be the final update on my Glamrock Chica plush shenanigans BSVSVSV

Youtooz refunded my original order, so yippeeee :'D it took a few days to organise, but we worked it out and I got a refund for the original Glam Chica plush that was nicked ;;W;;!!

My Mum helped me order another one, so the refund money will go to her ofc, but I'm happy that I got atleast some sort of justice from this GAH

Onto other news, I'm in a really big digital art mood and working on a design rn now that our power came back >:D I'm so gonna get to remaking the Mask Bot series now that I got that motivation back HEHEEHHE

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

My mom; *has this song on her playlist*

Me; *expecting to get jumpscared by George Lopez, punk'd style despite it not being 3am*

[kindred-spirit-93]

theo, sobbing mourning devastated: i killed my dad luc, mildly disappointed yet amused: ur not that guy pal

alternativley:

theo: dad? DAD?! oh my fuckin god he fuckin dead luc: im a bad bitch you cant kill me

one last one:

theo: *sniffs loudly between sobs* luc, chilling on the floor: bitch dont kill my vibe

mother of the year award for sure. lets sprinkle in some stalking too since shed probably had to track them down from le abusive asshat's place to wherever it is theyre residing.

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS what if armund wasnt a school friend and instead a sort of bodyguard/ babysitter since luc is on shift at odd hours and the workload and timeframe are unforgiving to say the least

and how this happens is while the duo were out shopping or something (rare night on the town) they sorta rescue this kid/ get them out of a sticky situation with maybe theos mum's circle of traffickers or whatever idk regardless luc taking pity on the kid carries on but they honestly have nowhere to go and owes this strange person their life. shenanigans ensue, except they dont the kid just hangs around the building till things work out and maybe he eventually works there too idk

all this to say thats where the oath comes in, armund knows very well the ins and ous and implications of work and the instability of it all, and really takes it upon himself to help where he can, since he isnt high on demand he chills w bby theo and put luc at ease a bit that his dove is not all alone.

lmao yes fuck dem geezers XD my brain crashed when it saw the numbers, so no comment on that lol. i most likely misread it but the way it played out in my head was post armunds death is what sets theo off, like that and his increasingly distant dad; these past few months it was mostly him and armund (what with the empire gaining traction maybe and luc having to balance work parenting leading his merry band of misfits and also the hr department at the same time). i need to go reread the og posts lol.

lol that last line made me think of: fuck you. *undooms the narrative* but its *unkills my oc*

GIRL WAIT I HAD A BRAINWAVE what if after surviving literally every bullet ever he gets really sick after a vaccine or whatever and jokes about this being the shot that kills him XD

i really need to go or ill be here till fajr lol. goodnight!

Have some more of the traumatized dumbass (y’all are going to have an aneurysm tryna read the text lmao I do recommend zooming in that helps) and with more art comes more lore. -Luc was staying with an abusive guy until the baby arrived at his doorstep. After seeing the child he finally found enough courage to run -he gets shot a lot. It’s kind of wild honestly. He had like, what? A solid 8 bullet scars now? It’s a miracle he’s alive. -his own kid once had to remove a bullet lodged in his back (that by some miracle above) didn’t permanently damage him. Trauma +1 -he calls his kid “little dove” -his kid does love him. Is their relationship basically dust now? Sorta. Does his son keep on wishing he died from on of the bullets? Yeah. There’s a whole lot of shit, but they do love each other. They’re all the other has, anyways. (There’s also the fact that if they act like they hate eachother, people wouldn’t target Luc’s son) -after Theo (his kid) shoots him, he literally smiles and goes “I’m glad you can be safe of your own now” Theo cries begging him not to die (whether he does or doesn’t hasn’t been decided). In the end Theo is still just a little boy clinging onto his father’s fingers.

[berryfairyluvr]

dating james potter circa 1976

warnings: teensy bit suggestive

he’s always made his crush on you blatantly obvious

he passes charmed notes in class with the stupidest messages just to make you smile

he says the silliest things that aren’t even remotely funny but because it’s so dumb you’re falling on the floor wheezing (which then james of course loses it over your reaction and now you’re both howling)

he calls you mommy as a 'joke' (no he definitely has a closeted mommy kink)

"my darling girl"

holds you from behind whilst swaying

the clingiest drunk

post quidditch game sex is always interesting (depending on the outcome of course)

when you're upset with him he's coaxing the anger away with his deceiving little pet names you adore so so much

convinces you to join the boys shenanigans but never let's you get in trouble for it

talks about his future and how it always includes you

he hardly ever calls you by your name it's always along the lines of "baby" or "love"

when you're sitting in the common room he's usually on the floor sat between your legs, his head in your lap while your fingers run through his curls

“my mum misses you , so alas i’m asking you to come home with me for break. totally not an excuse for me to spend time with you or anything.”

singing on tabletops and serenading you in the utmost horrible tunes

as you’re helping pete w his assignments “how come you’re not that nice to me when you’re helping with my homework?” “because pete actually gets work done and you don’t shut up.”

this man cannot take his eyes off of you. ever. it gets to the point where it’s distracting and you have to mouth to him to “stop” while you’re turning into a blushing mess

“i’m going to marry you, just you wait.” “mm keep telling yourself that potter.”

he (successfully) proposed to you at graduation after you denied his many failed proposals during previous school years

jamesy is a boob man

when out, he’s always touching you in some shape or form. weather that be you standing between his outstretched legs or his hand resting on your thigh during class, he can’t help it.

once, the topic of children was brought up and it made james absolutely melt into a puddle at the thought of being a father to your children

he could be mid conversation with anyone but the moment you arrive or simply say his name you have his undivided attention

a/n: first marauders related work!! lmk what you think and feel free to request :))

[rollercoasterwords]

any fave fox recommendations atm???

loving the hand that feeds🫶

hi thank u!! assuming 'fox' is meant to be 'fic' in which case - yes!! rubbing my evil little hands together oh i am so excited

oneshots

hackery by orphan_account - hackery!!! hackery hackery hackery. hackery <3 if u read one thing from this list PLEASE let it be hackery. under 2k words and changed me forever. picked me up and threw me against the wall and ripped out my spine and ate it. i re-read this allll the time because it is just so fucking good. dorcas/lily are at a party that gets ambushed during the first war. go fucking. read it right now.

i would kill for some company (temporarily) by lesbianregulusblack (@lesbiansiriusblack hi liv i am talking abt this again) - beautiful + dark + gorey pandalily fic where pandora is a vampire and lily is a human and it's very hard to say which one of them is more fucked up (check tags on this one - when i say dark + gorey i mean it i gasped as i read and i am a horror enthusiast!)

bibliomancy by redsnake05 - listen ok just LISTEN. yes this is irma pince/minerva mcgonagall. yes it is also irma pince/helga hufflepuff. just. LISTEN. this is one of the most unique stories i have ever read in this fandom. the writer created this whole lore where librarians are like. these otherworldly eternal beings and it follows irma pince's immortal life as she tends the hogwarts library and just. i love it. i love it so much.

completed fics

Notes on a resurrection by newleaves - ok this one is a drarry fix-it fic where unspeakable draco malfoy accidentally raises harry's dad from the dead. and harry's mum. and harry's favorite dada teacher. and--well, u get the picture. i am not kidding when i say this is one of my favorite fics EVER like ever ever ever the lovely @simmy75 recommended it to me and i am now eternally grateful to her bc it altered my brain chemicals permanently. Like. i will try not to go on and on but this is one of the most beautifully and uniquely written stories i have ever read!! it is complex and confusing and feels like trying to put a puzzle together because draco is SUCH an unreliable narrator and just!!! please go read it. even if u are not a drarry fan this fic is AMAZING

Of Memories and Milk Thievery by moonymoment (@blurryayse hi jude i already yelled at u abt how much i love this) - this is the most recent like. longer completed marauders fic that i've read and it!!! is!!!! so!!! good!!! perfect balance of angst and sweetness and jude's writing makes me run around in circles like a dog chasing its own tail. remus + sirius are exes co-parenting teddy + they are both so petty that it leads to shenanigans + confrontations + tears + a poorly-thought-out parent-trap style plot by teddy + harry.

wips

i feel a bit silly even putting this one down because if u follow me on tumblr then surely u are aware of it but! the only fanfic that i'm currently reading that i am like. actually regularly keeping up with is crimson rivers by zeppazariel (@zeppazariel hi zar my sister still needs to read the new ch but once she does she is going to agree w me about the bagel bc i am RIGHT) bc i am reading it along with my sister! hunger games jegulus au, if u aren't already reading this then u are missing out i promise u it is soooooo fun (for angst-enjoyers. for everyone else...well.)

however! i also have...18 ongoing wips that i have like. started reading but have not had time to keep up with simply because. that is so many. and life is so busy. and also ao3 doesn't send me emails even tho i'm subscribed for some reason (if anyone knows how to fix this please help meeeee)

but anyway here are some of my favorites of those that i've started for anyone looking for some wips to get into!!

Invisible String by a1phab3ts0up - dorlene pirate au!!! dorlene pirate au <3 enemies to lovers <3 dorcas and marlene are rival pirate captains who reluctantly agree to work together !!! background wolfstar and jegulus and marylily! i absolutely cannot WAIT to catch up on this

honey honey by aeoneskova (@aeoneskova) - au where marlene survives the first war and raises harry. i've only read the first chapter but this is like. at the top of my list for once i have more time to read longer fics bc the first chapter was so fucking good!!!

A Darling, A Demon, A Lamb by brightened - this one is a very dark alice/lily first war fic told from lily's pov. very very heavy so please check warnings + everything if u decide to read - i love angst and i love dark fics and this is beautifully written so i'm kind of obsessed <3 currently on hiatus but the day it comes back i will be devouring it posthaste

when it's warm again by moonymoment (@blurryayse hello again jude. i have only made it through the first two ch of this i think but rest assured that i will once again become a cat dragging dead birds to ur doorstep once i have time to sit down and finish it <3 ) - another moonymoment fic!! because nobody is doing it like jude!! mermaid remus and human sirius <3 kicking and screaming and jumping up and down and chewing on my fingers. (also this one is almost done!!! one ch to go??? wowowowowow)

[wiypt-writes]

Riding On

Ch 32: One Hell Of A Ride

Summary: Frank and Fliss take their second ‘honeymoon’, to a location Fliss knows very well. And then, as time seems to be flying by far too fast, one morning Frank reflects on his family life.

Warnings: Bad Language words, smut (nsfw, 18+) fluff and drunken shenanigans.

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: 7k

A/N:  So here it is, the final chapter. I can’t believe their story has come to an end and I totally had tears in my eyes when I finished, and again as I lined this up to post. I started this story back in March 2020 just when the first lockdown hit the UK. It progressed and progressed and here we are, two series and fifty-seven chapters, plus a one shot later.

Behind Stark Spangled, this has been my longest series to write. I love Gifted, it’s my fave film that Evans has done outside the MCU and digging into Frank’s past, examining what I believe would make him tick, his mannerisms…it’s been fun. A hell of a lot of fun.

At the moment, I’ve no plans for an epilogue. I know I anticipated one, but I don’t think it needs it. The way it ends feels perfect for this little family, and I hope you all agree.  That said, never say never I guess. If the inspiration strikes me, be it from some random HC I get or an ask or message, I might churn out the odd one shot or a drabble. But, for the time being, Frank and Fliss’ happily ever after is just that. A happy ever after, and it’s left to your wonderful imaginations.

Thanks to Nixakimbo on Insta for her edit at the end…

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 31

Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you.

******

“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” Fliss asked as Frank pulled their suitcases out of Bill’s Range Rover.

“Nope,”

“You know, I’m gonna find out when we get to the check in desk.”

Frank tossed the cases onto the luggage trolley that Bill had retrieved before he looked at her, his hands on his hips. “Maybe I’ll make you wait in the coffee shop.”

“Francis!”

“Felicity!”

She groaned as Bill let out a roar of laughter. “Titch, you’ve had no idea for the last two months since you found out you were going away, another five minutes isn’t going to kill you.” Fliss pouted and Bill shook his head. “Pack it in, you look just like your mum.”

“Okay, okay!” she held her hands up, “fine. No more questions.”

Frank and Bill exchanged a look and Bill snorted, “hey, I told you when you put that ring on her finger, she’s your problem now.”

“Rude.” Fliss sniffed as Frank chuckled, shaking his father-in-law’s hand.

“Have a good time,” Bill smiled, before he pulled Fliss in for a hug. “And don’t worry about the kids, they’ll be fine.”

“We’ll call you when we land.” Fliss stated as Bill nodded, stepping back.

“See you in a week.” Frank smiled, his hand wrapping around the handle of the trolley. “Ready, Cowgirl?”

She nodded and with a final, quick hug for her Dad, she followed Frank across and into the departure lounge. Frank’s eyes scanned the information screen, selecting the one he wanted before he gestured with his head. “This way, honey.”

Fliss followed him, frowning as she tried to piece together where they were going. All she knew was she’d been told to pack warm clothes. Initially, she’d suspected they were going back to Vermont, to enjoy some snow in the run up to Christmas, but she knew they were in the international part of the terminal, so she wasn’t merely going to another state. She walked behind him, momentarily distracted by his ass as it moved in the dark jeans he was wearing, the light blue jacket he had on framing his upper body perfectly. Then her attention flicked to the various palm trees decked out with baubles and lights, and the other festive decorations, which were dotted about the terminal. It always amused Fliss, how odd it had first seemed when she had celebrated her first Christmas in a tropical climate. No snow, how you could eat your Christmas Dinner outside in the sun if you wanted to. Now, well, it just felt normal.

Eventually, Frank stopped, and Fliss jerked herself back to reality and came to a halt behind him.

Frank watched her face as they joined the end of the line, her eyes flicking up to the screens announcing the destination and her mouth dropped open.

“Heathrow…we’re…we’re going to London?”

“Three days in London, four in Liverpool.”

“Oh…I…” she blinked up at him, her eyes filling with tears before her mouth curved into a huge grin and she threw herself at him. “Frankie!”

“I told you we’d do it one day.” He smiled, kissing her softly. “Merry Christmas, slash, belated honeymoon for just the two of us, baby.”

Fliss could hardly contain her excitement at the knowledge they were heading back to her home country, and more so, her home City. She kept hold of Frank’s hand, squeezing his arm every so often and Frank simply laughed at her. Eventually, they reached the front of the line and Frank handed over their passports.

“Ahh, I see this is your honeymoon?” The man behind the desk smiled, “Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Adler.”

“Thanks.” Frank smiled.

The man tapped at the computer, asking them the usual questions before he glanced around, and leaned forward. “You’re in luck, we have a few upgrades available so I’ve bagged you two seats in Club Class.”

Frank blinked and Fliss gave a little squeal as he slid their passports and boarding passes over to them. “If you go down the Priority Lane for Security, once through you can head to the executive lounge. You’ll also get priority boarding and bag collection one at Heathrow.”

“Thanks, man!” Frank grinned, nodding to him.

“No problem, have a wonderful trip, say hi to the Queen for me.”

Fliss laughed and then Frank took her hand. They cleared security in record time and then followed the signs to the lounge, where their passes were checked again and they were admitted. Frank gave a low whistle as he looked around at the selection of free food and drink.

“How much beer do you think we can consume in…” He checked his watch, “two hours and twenty minutes?”

Fliss laughed, already on her way towards the drink. “Fuck the beer, Sailor. I’m going straight for the fizz.” She pulled out a bottle of Moet from a huge ice container, which was perched on top of the counter.

Frank chuckled and followed her over, selecting a bottle of Peroni. Drinks in hand, they made their way to a free table and sank down into the comfy chairs.

“Cheers, Cowgirl.” Frank held his bottle up and Fliss clinked her glass delicately against it.

“Cheers, Sailor.”

***** Turns out, when it’s free, you can drink quite a considerable amount in the space of two hours. At just after four pm, their flight was called, announcing that priority boarding would commence shortly. Giggling, they grabbed their carry-ons and headed down to the relevant gate. Once their tickets and passports and been checked they headed through the tunnel where the Steward and Stewardesses greeted them, and directed them left into the club class section of the plane.

“Jesus…” Frank mumbled as he looked at their seats. They had a pod of two, lying next to each other so that they were facing one another, a small screen in between them, their own TVs embedded at the foot end of the pod.

Fliss grinned and selected her seat, stowing her bag before she watched Frank as he settled in the one facing her. With a smirk, she hit the button to raise the screen, blocking him from view, raising her middle finger as she did so. Frank laughed, before he pressed the button to lower the screen again, arching his brow as Fliss snorted.

A stewardess came round, handing out glasses of champagne and a little while later, the doors were closed and the Captain introduced himself. He informed them their flight time was approximately ten hours and they expected to touch down at six-fifteen AM local time the next morning.

Soon after, they were on their way.

Their flight was smooth. They spent their time watching films, chatting, drinking and managed a few hours sleep. When they touched down, thanks for their upgrade, they had priority baggage reclaim and less than forty minutes from wheels down they were climbing into one of London’s famous black hackney cabs.

Their hotel was nestled near Tower Bridge, aptly named The Tower Hotel. It was a luxurious four star and their room was nothing short of fantastic. After a quick freshen up they changed and headed out to explore before grabbing some sushi and a bottle of wine to take back to the hotel. After eating and drinking, they crashed out and woke the next morning refreshed.

Their few days in London were spent doing all the cliché tourist things. The London Eye, the tower, Regents Park, The Dungeons and then a trip to Buckingham Palace to watch the changing of the guard. Fliss squealed when they launched into a rendition of “I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day” by Wizard, Frank chuckling as she began to dance. She wasn’t the only one, the assembled crowd on Pall Mall all in the festive spirit. They visited the Christmas markets at Covent Garden, took a trip to So Ho, had a drink in the cocktail bar at the top of the Shard, and by their last night they were utterly walked out and beyond happy.

“You enjoyed it?” Frank asked as he slipped into the luxurious bed, laying on his side as Fliss beamed at him.

“The best,” she nodded, “but… well, I’m so excited to go home tomorrow. I can’t wait to show you round Liverpool.”

“Well, bar a meal on our last night there’s nothing booked or planned,” he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, “I figured you’d have your own ideas so…”

“Oooh, where we going to eat?”

“Not telling.”

Fliss pouted and Frank chuckled, “stahp being a brat.”

At that she smirked, “I thought you liked my brat side.”

Frank snorted as he leaned over to give her a sultry kiss. “Sometimes she can amuse me a little.”

Fliss pulled back and bit her lip, before she kissed him again, her hand tangling in the back of his hair. Frank rolled her onto her back, his hands feeling her curves as his lips traced a path across her jaw to her neck.

Before long, she was begging for more and he happily obliged. The soft sheets of the bed rustled around them with every thrust Frank made, soft pants and whispered words flowed between the two of them as he loved on his wife. Eventually, Fliss head tipped back, her mouth slack as she groaned, her body shaking hard as she came beneath him. A few minutes later, Frank was there himself, his hips slowing before he stopped complete with a groan.

With a gentle kiss to her lips, he pulled out and rolled to his back, Fliss sliding over to him, her head resting on his chest.

“Love you,” Frank pressed a kiss to her hair and she gave a soft hum of satisfaction.

“Love you too.”

******

The next morning, they were up, breakfasted and checked out by nine am, ready for the 10:14 train to Birmingham New Street, where they’d then change for a transfer to Merseyside.

Overall, it took just under four hours, and they were walking out of Liverpool Lime Street at round about half past 2 in the afternoon. Fliss gave a happy sigh as immediately their ears caught the sound of a nearby band playing festive favourites.

“So, where are we staying?”

Frank looked at her, “The Hard Nights Hotel.”

Fliss blinked, “you managed to get in there?”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God, I love you.” She groaned.

Frank chuckled as he looked around, “Right, I know it’s in the Cavern Quarter,” Frank looked at her, “so…”

“Ten-minute walk.” Fliss shrugged, “the case has wheels. Or we can hail a cab but…”

“Walk it is, lead the way, Cowgirl.”

As they went, Fliss pointed out a few places of interest, recalling anecdotes about her childhood or early adult days. She then took a right down what Frank thought was some kind of back alley, but to his surprise merged into a narrow, pave stones street lined bars and boutique shops.

“Welcome to Matthew Street,” Fliss beamed at him, “Home of the Cavern Club, birthplace of the Fab Four. Well, somewhere they played like three hundred times anyway.”

Frank looked around, the place was already heaving, music could be heard from the many bars and pubs as they walked up to the top of the street where their hotel was. After checking in, they didn’t bother getting changed, Fliss assuring him that for an afternoon where they were, casual was totally the way to go.

“So, I wanna show you something.” Fliss smiled as she slipped her hand into his. She led him back down the street to the sports bar on the corner and smiled at the doorman who let them in. They walked over to the bar and Fliss stopped and nodded to the wall behind Frank. He turned and then blinked, his brows raising a little.

There, right in front of him, was a framed collage of four photos of his wife at the Olympics. They were sequential, the first three showing her clearing a huge purple and green over fence, the footage of which Frank had seen a few times, and then the last photo showed her punching the air and screaming as she realised, she had just won Olympic gold. On the frame was an engraved plaque containing her name and the date of the win, and it was signed by her in the bottom right-hand corner.

“Wow.” Was all he could say and Fliss grinned.

“Fred got ya tongue, Sailor?”

Frank turned and shot her a look, “sorry, I keep forgetting I’m married to a celebrity.”

At that she snorted, “hardly. Equestrians are only really recognised by fellow equestrians. That’s there because I’m from round here, same as everyone else on the walls.”

“I dare you to demand a free drink.” Frank smirked.

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t be a chicken.” He teased. “Go on, do the whole ‘don’t you know who I am?’ line.”

Fliss blinked before she shrugged, “fine. Go grab that table over there.”

Frank popped a shoulder and did as he was told, sitting down at the high table by the large window. He turned, watching Fliss at the bar as she spoke to the bartender. There was as brief exchange and Fliss removed her woollen hat and pointed to the photos of herself on the wall. At that point, Frank snorted and then watched as the man grinned, shook Fliss hand and nodded. Fliss turned and shot Frank a shit eating grin.

A minute or so later she walked over, two beers in her hand and placed one down in front of Frank.

“Easy.”

“You’re something else, you know that?” He chuckled, shaking his head. Fliss arched her brow on response and picked up her glass.

****

As with London, the next few days were spent exploring, drinking, eating and, well, fucking. The difference being, Fliss was on her ‘home turf’ so to speak, and knew the city like the back of her hand. She took Frank up to the Baltic Triangle, which was Frank’s favourite place in their whole visit. Once an industrial area of warehouses, it was now crammed full of independent bars, vintage markets, coffee shops, arcades, skate parks, pop up stalls and gin gardens. They spent a full day there, drinking and eating, watching the entertainment and perusing the Christmas Stalls before heading back. That was the night Fliss took Frank to the Cavern Club, another place he had been desperate to visit. As they descended the steps, Frank couldn’t help but look at all the photos of the singers and bands that had played at the venue. The actual bar itself was just as described, basically a cavern (or cellar, he suspected) with huge archways and curved roof. It was dark, but full of atmosphere as people were crammed together, waiting for the live music to start. They spent most of their night in there, Fliss chatting away to people she didn’t actually know, something Frank had noticed she was doing a lot of during their time in the city. He also noticed, with some amusement, that her Liverpudlian accent was growing a lot stronger and broader the more time they spent there.

She took him to see Anfield, the home of Liverpool Football Club, wrinkling her nose a little. She was much happier when they headed over to Everton’s stadium, Goodison Park, Frank knowing that her family were ‘Blues, not Reds.’ Fliss then headed into the club shop and purchased each of the kids a football shirt with their names on the back. It cost an absolute fortune, but as Frank handed over his credit card, he simply rolled his eyes.

He’d worry about paying that off in January.

On their last day, they headed down through the Liverpool One shopping area to the Quays. Fliss then took Frank on a walk and showed him where she’d seen them filming for some Marvel film. Frank pretended he cared when in truth the only thing he was interested in was the huge smile on his girl’s face, which simply hadn’t faded since they’d landed in Heathrow.

All too soon, they found themselves on their last night. Frank, following the directions he’d been given at the hotel reception, led Fliss round to Mowgli, an independent chain of Indian Street Food restaurants that were owned by a reasonably local chef. Steve had tipped him off about them, as both Fliss and Frank enjoyed Indian food but didn’t get the chance to eat much of it seeing as there weren’t a lot of places that offered it in South Pass. The food was absolutely stunning, the drinks were flowing and a few hours later they left with extremely full bellies.

And that was when Fliss gave Frank a surprise of her own.

“So, I booked us somewhere…for cocktails.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s called Ex Directory, and it’s amazing, but we need to find it first.”

“Find it, what do you mean?”

“I’ve only been once, and I was kinda drunk. But it’s like this secret bar and it’s hidden…”

Frank looked at her, before he shrugged, his hand slipping into hers once she finished wrapping her scarf around her neck, “lead the way.”

Lead the way she did, down what felt like a hundred dark and dingy back streets and alleys near the waterfront area. Frank was starting to wonder if she was playing him, on a wind up, but then he saw her stop and look around, a frown on her face.

“I’m sure it’s round here somewhere…”

They carried on, and as they turned the corner at the end, Fliss gave a squeal and grabbed his arm.

“This is it!” She exclaimed as she stopped at a traditional red telephone box.

“Fliss…”

“Trust me!” She grinned, yanking open the door.

Frank watched, and then shrugged to himself as he followed her in. She picked up the black phone, and Frank looked around as she spoke.

“Hi, the number I’m trying to reach is Ex Directory.” There was a pause. “Yeah, the name is Adler.”

Then, Frank jumped as a buzzing was heard and Fliss put the phone down and looked at him with a grin. She then pushed on the back wall of the booth, which swung open to reveal a lot set of steps, which descended underground, the sounds of music and chattering hitting his ears.

“Okay, what the hell?”

“I told you!” She laughed, “come on!”

With a snort of laughter, Frank followed her down the steps and they emerged into the underground bar which was heaving. It was lined with large red sofas, tables, the glossy and busy bar to the left. A band was playing on a stage to the right and the whole place was dimly lot with atmospheric lights.

“Fahk me!” Frank shook his head as Fliss grinned.

“Cool, huh?”

A man dressed as an old-fashioned movie detective, in a pair of chord trousers, shirt and suspenders headed over and smiled as he led them to a booth at the back.

Frank picked up a menu, as did Fliss who slapped it down almost immediately. “I know what I want, I’m going for the Merseyside Mash. Liverpool gin, raspberry vodka, cranberry juice and fresh lime.”

“Fuck it, make it two. When in Rome… or Liverpool.” Frank grinned and Fliss laughed, attracting the attention of their server.

Their two-hour slot passed in a heap of ridiculously overpriced cocktails, the two having one way or another made their way through roughly half the menu. They were definitely a little wobbly on their feet as they were led to the exit, which was slightly less spectacular than the entrance. It was simply a flight of stairs which emerged out of what looked like two ancient fire doors onto a busy street which ran parallel to the alley. Fliss blinked as the doors shut, and they both stared hard at the now seemingly completely normal brick wall behind them.

“Okay, I’m officially done.” Frank shook his head as Fliss laughed, hiccupping a little. “Wanna go somewhere else or…”

“Nope, if I drink anymore, I’m gonna spew.”

“Nice.” Frank snorted as Fliss hiccuped again.

They made their way back to the hotel, it taking a little longer than it should in account of the fact they were both giggling and having to stop every so often for air. Plus, the fact Frank was taking every opportunity he could to kiss the life out of his wife didn’t help.

Fliss stumbled at the entrance and the doorman chuckled a little as he held the door open. Frank saluted him and Fliss slapped his arm as they walked, a little unsteadily, across the lobby to the elevator.

They waited for the lift like children, Fliss tapping her foot and Frank bouncing in his. Both teetering back and forth at one point as if they were about to fall over.

The chime of the lift sounded and in the stumbled, the space to themselves. Frank hit the call button for their floor and up they rose, but not before Fliss leaned in and gave Frank a tantalizing kiss and broad swipe of her palm over his clothed crotch.

He grunted a little against her mouth and snorted as she pulled away, her brow flicking up at him.

“Maybe Christmas has come early, Sailor, if the size of that package is anything to go by.”

At that Frank let out a huge bellow of laughter and looked down at Fliss. “Your jokes are absolutely, fahkin awful.”

All she could do was pop her shoulder and grin. She couldn't care less. She was happy, more than so. Fliss Adler had the life she deserved and the husband that she should have had in the beginning. And now they were childless and on a delayed honeymoon, in her old stomping grounds and she was going to dam well make the best of it.

The lift stopped on their floor and out they went, Fliss pulling her Sailor along by his hand as they stumbled down the hall, loudly giggling and causing a ruckus.

“You’re gonna get us thrown out,” Frank whispered loudly as he followed behind her, “or arrested. And I don’t fancy spending a night in a cell. Did it once, it’s not great.”

"No one's gonna do shit," she giggled attempting their door with her key. She failed three times before Frank took over and nailed the first try.

"Smart ass," she giggled.

“Well, I do have a masters in Philosophy.”

Fliss turned on her feet and plowed her lips right into Frank's as the door to their room shut, his back falling into it. The air blew from his lungs in a huff, his hands falling to Fliss’ hips, fingers clutching at the woollen fabric of her yellow pea coat

He backed her into the room, taking charge of the kiss and the space, her own back hitting the wall near the bed as they came in. Rather clumsily and ungracefully, Fliss kicked her boots off as Frank's hands slid up that coat in haste and peeled it from her body. It fell with a thud to the floor, joined by his own as he shrugged it down and off his arms, his hands now moving to the bottom of Fliss’ sweater dress.

Her chilled fingers found his shirt collar and started down the buttons, flicking one by one through its slit and opening the material to reveal his white undershirt. Then she gripped at the belt of his jeans. His lips smashed back to hers as he pressed her further into the wall, yanking the dress over her head as she made quick work of his belt buckle.

That tell-tale clink sounded beyond their breathy kiss and fight for dominance before Frank had decided that was enough and twirled Fliss to the bed, the two of them falling flat, Fliss led over Frank.

“You do know I’m about to fuck you into next week?” Frank reached up and brushed her long hair back off her face.

"Yep." Fliss popped her 'p'.

“Good, just wanted to be clear on the situation.”

"Very clear." Fliss leaned back and sat on her heels as she straddled Frank's hips, her breasts spilling out of her bra, her panties hugging her curvy hips, those lacy boot socks making Frank swallow.

“Fahk, you’re beautiful.” He looked up at her, his hands curling round those hips he loved so much, giving a slight squeeze as he tilted his hips up.

Fliss blushed and bent forward, kissing him deeply. Her tongue dipped inside his mouth, lolling over his tongue before beginning a trail over his beard and along the hard line of his jaw to where the joint fit. She nipped at his neck and carried on kissing down his clothed chest, staining his white shirt with her lipstick before sitting up and tugging at the white tee.

"Off." She grunted, swivelling her hips over his hard cock, confined by his denims.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Frank sat bolt upright, his arms above his head allowing Fliss to tank the tee off.

"Much better," she smirked with a playful giggle. She shoved him back down and carried on kissing over his chest, sometimes trading off with a hot tongue over his skin and nipping at the edge of his belly button.

“His left hand clutched at the bed spread, right tangling gently in her hair as she continued her path, mouth following that strip of hair that ran from his naval right into his boxers.

Her brown eyes looked up at him as she kept kissing his lower belly, her delicate and gently calloused hands gripping at the sides of his jeans and boxers, giving them a tug. Frank tilted his hips to assist as she pulled the material down to his mid-thigh, his cock springing free.

Without a word, she gripped her hair in her left hand, pulling it round and over her shoulder before she wrapped her right around the base of his shaft. Her plump lips closed around the head and Frank hissed. Her brown eyes flicked up and stayed on his blues as she sunk her mouth all the way down as far as she could go.

“Jesus,” his hand gripped the back of her head tighter as his hips tipped softly upwards, his gaze still locked on hers.

Fliss moved with the thrust of his hips, covering his cock with her spit and pressing her thick tongue against that vein on the underside of him. Each bob of her head, each lash of her tongue, Frank could feel everything. She always gave good head, he had absolutely no complaints there at all, but somehow, tonight, it felt better than ever. In a ridiculously short time, Frank was fighting the urge to spill himself down her throat.

"Fahk, Cowgirl," he moaned, his balls tightening as she went. "I gotta... I aint.... Fahk..."

She didn’t stop. Instead, her eyes flashed mischievously and she doubled down on her efforts. Her head moved faster; tongue lashed harder as she hollowed her cheeks.

With a harshness, Frank grabbed both sides of her head, his body curling upward, his hips stuttered as he blew hard right down her throat, that salty, sticky cum coating her tongue and Fliss swallowed it all down.

With a loud groan, he sagged back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped in huge breaths of air, his eyes blinking as he glanced down.

Fliss was starting to lean up, licking at her lips, a painted nail wiping at the side of her mouth before she feverishly smirked at her husband.

“Oh, Cowgirl…” Frank shook his head as he sat up, and in a flash had her on her back, caged between his arms and legs.

"Sailor...." She practically purred.

“I believe I owe you something.”

"I'm waiting," she smirked.

Frank cocked a brow before he kissed her, his lips hard on hers but not for long. Just as she had with him, he kissed his way across her jaw to that spot behind her ear. She gave a whimper as his long finger slid underneath her bra strap and he whispered, “off.”

She obliged, unhooking the front clasp and freeing her fleshy mounds from their confines.

Frank’s hands smoothed up the side of her body, tracing her rib cage with skilled fingers. Calloused palms cupped her breasts, the pads of this thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples.

Fliss' breathy gasp made Frank smirk. "Sensitive?"

She swatted softly at his head and he chuckled, his mouth now trailing down her sternum. Hot open-mouthed kisses moved along, circling the swell of her breast before he gave a soft nip to the underneath.

She bit her lip as he continued down, kissing and scratching at her belly with his beard, nipping at the end of her ribs. His hands tugged at the edge of her panties and she lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him to slide them down over her legs, taking her socks with them.

"Fahking beautiful, honey," Frank husked as he started kissing at the inside of her thigh, heading towards her glistening center.

“You have to… say that, fuck!” She swallowed as he nipped at her skin, “you’re married to me.”

"Nope. I.. Say... It... Because... I... Mean it." He kissed until his lips sat off to the side of her folds. His nose bumped at her sensitive skin, "I can fucking smell you, fahk, you smell so fucking good."

His dirty words made Fliss groan, but she positively cried out as soon as his mouth set to her. She was the ice cream he loved, the licks across her wetness, delving into her hole, nipping at her clit.

Fliss' hand curled into his soft hair and gave a tug as she mewed and moaned. At a certain long swipe of his tongue followed by a flick of it to her sensitive bud, Fliss shivered and shook in delight. Frank shook his head, causing his mouth and beard to scratch and brush across her clit even more. With a loud curse, her back arched off the bed, toes curling into the duvet where her feet rested either side of his shoulders.

His brows flicked upward at her reaction and a heavy arm slid up the middle of her tummy, his large hand grasping a breast, weighing her down. He wasn't finished with her and when he was, he was gonna truly fuck her stupid into next week.

A pinch to her nipple had her cursing, a string of expletives tumbling from her pretty mouth and Frank chuckled. The vibrations against her clit sent her into overdrive and she yanked on his hair, causing him to growl.

Fliss came with a force that made her skin tingle and her body quiver, a sobering effect that lust poured over her body. He carried on, his mouth fucking her and she pushed on his forehead, having become too sensitive, needing a moment. With a shit-eating smirk, Frank sat back on his heels as her legs fell flat against the bed.

“You okay?” He asked, his hands smoothing up the outside of her legs.

Chest heaving, Fliss could only nod. He was sporting a hard wood, solid dick again and he gently moved his fingers over her to wet his tips before fisting his cock.

"Good, cause I ain't done with you yet, Cowgirl."

She didn’t reply, merely gave a little whimper as he leaned over her, his lips brushing hers.

"I promised you into next week, sweetheart, and I'm gonna do it."

Frank lined himself up and slid right on in, whilst his lips crashed against her, swallowing her gasp at finally being stretched by her husband, a feeling she loved and craved.

Their mouths remained locked together with each thrust Frank made, his arms wrapping round Fliss sliding between her back and the bed, holding her close. Her legs curled around his hips, opening up more for him, sending him deeper. Her fingers trailed along those freckled speckled shoulders and down his back until Frank balanced himself in his elbows, reaching for her hands.

Entwining her fingers with his, Frank held Fliss' hands at each side of her head, rolling his hips into her. "I'm gonna fuck you good, baby, slow first then Imma make you scream."

“Fuck, yeah…” Fliss panted, her head falling back further into the pillow, “please, Frank…god, I love you,”

"I love you, baby, so fucking much." His hips kept rolling. Fliss was sensitive and she was close, her second orgasm no doubt on the cusp of emerging. And Frank could tell. From the tiny flutters around him to the way her mouth was open, eyelids flickering, nose scrunching, he knew it all.

"Let go, Lissy."

“I… fuck, Frank, I’m…” her voice cut off as she gave a loud moan, her body shaking as her second orgasm carried her away.

He thrusted her through it, rolling into her and giving a little swirl with each bottom out. And then, as she loudly came down from her crash, Frank slipped away, flipping her to her belly. "Hips up, sweetheart."

“What?” She mumbled, turning her head so her cheek was pressed to the pillow. She blinked and took a deep breath, “I can’t…”

"You can, baby, I know you can, just gimme one more."

With a soft whimper, Fliss raised her hips. The angle at which Frank slid inside her had her moaning as she was swollen from arousal and soaked from orgasm. Frank, too, groaned at the change in feel.

Fliss mumbled something completely and utterly incoherent in response and Frank chuckled a little. One hand curled round her hip, the other gripped at the back of her neck, keeping her face pressed to the pillow,

"Can I go harder, Fliss, please baby," Frank begged.

She nodded, “yeah,” her voice stuttered out and Frank gave a groan of delight.

"Oh, fahk, fucking love you, honey."

She didn’t reply, she couldn’t. No noises at all seemed to be finding their way out of her mouth. Her jaw was slack as her body jolted with each fast and hard rut Frank made into her.

He railed at her, sweat covering their bodies as she took it in blissful, over stimulated stride. His balls were tight and he could feel her walls pulsing around him.

"One more, Flissy, I promise, I'm ganna.... You gotta...."

“Oh…oh God…” Fliss hand reached up, slapping against the headboard of the bed, nails scratching at the velvet material, “Frank, I’m…. Oh fu-uuuck…”

This time, her scream was loud as her face contorted into a heady mix of ecstatic agony and with a tremble her body fell flat against the bed, hips held up by Frank who was now pounding into her with an avaricious pace, chasing his own end which wasn’t far behind.

"Jesus, FUCK," Frank roared like a feral animal at the end of long hunt. He came, with a force he wasn’t sure he’d felt before, his hips giving a final deep thrust before he stopped, buried balls deep in his wife.

He collapsed over her, chest pressed to her back, both over stimulated and breathless, drunkenly fucked out and exhausted. Frank stayed still as did Fliss until his body could function. He then began to slowly, ever so tenderly ply his lips over her bare back. Gingerly kissing each freckle or mole he could. His lips reached the crock of her shoulder, their caress gentle as he softly loved on her.

"That was..." He panted, "amazing."

“As good…” Fliss took a deep breath, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow, “as Vermont?”

"Honey, Vermont is a whole different level," he chuckled into her back.

Fliss lay still, allowing her body to even out as Frank persisted to map his lips over the canvas of her skin.

"I love you, baby."

At that she moved a little and Frank propped himself up, slowly pulling his hips back and sliding out of her. With a sigh, she shuffled round onto her back and looked up at him, those brown eyes shining with their usual warmth and her hand cupped his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

*****

Christmas passed in the usual whirlwind of food, alcohol, family and friends and, in what felt like the blink of an eye, Frank found himself at the end of January, pondering where the absolute living fuck the last month or so had gone.

Time seemed to be speeding up, the more he thought about it recently, and he’d suddenly realised on New Years’ eve that in just over six weeks or so he would be forty

Fucking forty.

Fliss had grinned when he’d made the mistake of voicing that to her, pointing out that it was Steve’s fortieth a few weeks after and then suggested they had a joint party, something that she and Sian were extremely in favour of. He and Steve, possibly less so. But, as Steve had pointed out, it would happen anyway so they might as well just get on board.

Right now, though, the only thing Frank was trying to get on board with was wrestling with an over opinionated eighteen-month-old who was refusing to get dressed.

“No!” Alex shook his head as he sat on his little bed, Frank holding out a blue t-shirt.

“Fine, what about this one?” He held up a yellow one.

“No.”

He tried again with a purple one.

“No.”

“Okay, we’re running out of options here Bean, gimme something to work with, huh?” Frank rolled his eyes and watched as Alex climbed down and toddled over to his wardrobe. His little hand then pointed to a little button-down plaid shirt, not unlike the one Frank himself had on.

“Mine.”

“You want that one?”

Alex nodded and pointed to Frank, his little face smiling. “Dadda!”

At that Frank grinned, “You wanna be like daddy? That it, pal?”

Alex blinked before he turned back to the shirt in his wardrobe, a coo of satisfaction escaping him as he reached for it. “Mine. Wear.”

“You got it, buddy.”

Ten minutes later, Frank carried a now fully dressed Alex downstairs where the fight then started over his footwear. It had rained overnight, but Alex was refusing to wear his Wellington boots, instead wanting his Converse.

“They’ll get trashed, no. Absolutely not.” Frank shook his head, and rolled his eyes as Alex flopped to the floor, sitting on his butt, arms folded.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Frank shook his head, as Alex pouted up at him, his eyes narrowed “you remind me of your sister.”

“No.”

“Listen. I’m the adult,” Frank arched his brow, “this ain’t a negotiation.”

But, despite his protests, it totally was and eventually, Alex agreed to wear his little brown cowboy boots. Together they slowly walked to the yard, Alex’s hand held in his dad’s as they crossed the lawn. Frank opened the gate, reaching out to scratch Fred behind the ear as he was perched on the fence, his tail swishing a little.

“Hi, Mama!” Alex beamed and Frank let go of him, allowing him to run towards Fliss, who smiled at him.

“Hi baby!” She swept him up, placing a kiss to his cheek and Frank smiled as he watched her for a moment before she set Alex down on the floor, her hands finding her hips as he toddled over to Mary. Thor looked up from the spot he was lazing in, before he lay his head back down, eyes closing.

“Hi!” Mary grinned at Alex as he held his hand out to her. “You wanna come see Monty?”

“Yip! See Mon-tee!” The toddler nodded, and Frank rolled his eyes. Mary was still the only one that Alex seemed to be completely and utterly happy to acquiesce to. His word of choice ‘yes’ for his sister, as opposed to the standard ‘no’ he gave everyone else.

“I saw that!” Mary shot and Frank scoffed.

“Want me to give you a quarter so you can call someone who cares?”

“What… I don’t know what that means.” Mary looked at him and Fliss laughed.

“He’s showing his age, sweetie.”

Mary merely shrugged as Frank turned to his wife, his brow arched as she grinned back cheekily.

His smart-ass quip back melted away and Frank found himself simply stood, admiring Fliss. Her long sleeved black and white plaid was open over a plain white tee, which was tucked into her light grey jeans, her own cowboy boots on her feet. Her long auburn hair was poking out from underneath her cowboy hat, illuminated by the early Saturday morning sun. He realised then, she was stood in the exact spot he had first seen her some four years ago, back when his life had been a mess, a mess that rapidly slipped into a cluster fuck. One that she pulled him through.

Both of them had been lost, burdened by the pain of their past and in one another they had both found everything they didn’t know they needed, and more.

It wasn’t without flaws, because they themselves weren’t without flaws, nobody was, no matter how much they tried to be. But it was perfect for them. Beautifully flawed, full of ups and downs, bumps in the road offset with the periods of smooth sailing.

Love, frustration, fun, seriousness, happy times, sadder times, it was exhilarating, passionate, full of excitement.  It was one hell of a ride, and Frank was firmly in the saddle, grasping the reins with both hands.

Because he wanted it all.

With large, purposeful strides, he walked over to his wife. Without a word, his arms wrapped around her waist and she chuckled when he kissed her. As his lips pressed to hers, he dipped her slightly causing her to squeak in her throat, her hand flying to her head to catch her hat as it started to slip off backwards.

“Hey, Sailor.” She grinned against his mouth and Frank pulled her back upright, his hands settling at her waist. Her own arms slid up round his neck as Frank smiled at her.

“Hey, Cowgirl.”

He dropped his face to hers, fully intending to take another kiss…

And then a loud yell rang out across the little courtyard.

“No, Frank!!”

To all of you who’ve been on this wild ride, to everyone who’s liked, commented, messaged and re-blogged along the way over the last twenty months, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

This last chapter is dedicated to my Evangers. Your banter, messages, creativity and virtual movie days/nights have seen me through the last 20 months. And whilst oceans may separate us, I love you all.

[assortedvillainvault]

I don't have any specific prompts but I'm sure you have some Imhotep F/O stories you'd like to share

ANON I AM THROWING FURNITURE AND RANSACKING THE BRITISH MUSEUM (Positive)

Ok so so like, for some ~context~, Imhotep is probably the first contender for an F/O I've ever had. I latched on Hard when I first saw the Mummy Animated series on TV, I would probably be about 7? I wanted SO BADLY to be a henchman for him. But like the best henchman, the special henchman who he preffered way more than the guy he was carting around for most of the show. Of course myself as the epic special henchman self insert had magic powers as well, duh. I was 7 and having an amazing time.

Anyway fast forward like a decade and a half later I'm 22 and suddenly remembered this cartoon for some reason. Idk why but I started reminiscing hard and my Mum's boyfriend found me a dvd of the show for Christmas, so of course I settle down and rewatch it to fondly remember my 7 year old shenanigans and how badly I also wanted to be a Medjai becuase Ardeth Bay is the coolest character to ever exist and I wanted to be a desert ninja.

So, I settle down and let it play. The title screen goes hard as ever, I'm old enough to realise the voice acting and script is def kinda wooden in places but w/e, it's an old show, I'll live.

I'm watching the main character be an idiot while messing about with ancient artifacts and stupid bitchy henchman who's name I never remember is snooping about with 150% more homosexual energy than I recall, and then.

And

Then.

Imhotep is ressurected - and I'm suddenly punched in the womb because HOLY MOLEY THAT VOICE the accent the PRESENCE the magic powers and proclivity for bondage (old cartoons ily so much you didn't have to go that hard but you did), just WOW.

So I'm sat there watching my old obsession be badass on screen once again, and internally I'm like, 'Ok, so that was a shock, but I'm sure it'll wear off the more I watch bc Imhotep is in basically every episode until like season three when they introduce more baddies, so y'know. Still wanna be henchperson but still. Control thyself.'

HHHhhhhhmmmmdenialisn'tjustariverinEgyptbutok.

It's worth noting this is still the pilot episode and Imhotep looks fully human right now. Shenanigans ensue, plot things happen, and we get to the climax where due to a spell fuckup Imhotep becomes the half decomposed purple mummy seen in my icon with enough feral rage to fell a small nation - and as he lets out the feral face distorting scream I remembered SO WELL from over a decade ago my body and soul fucking Ascend and then hit me in the brain with a steel chair and I am definitely. 100%. Still. Interested.

Sat like a buffoon as the credits roll with a beaming smile and a blush realising I have tens of wonderful, beautiful self indulgent episodes to go.

So yeah. Less F/O stories because my brain is very much in neon lights Blorbo mode rather than anything coherent regarding Imhotep, but I'm probably going to remake that self insert to suit myself as an adult.

And yeah they'll probably still have magic powers and be his henchperson. Can't improve on greatness.

[mrslilyrogers]

hellooooo, just wanted to ask if i can make a short lil drabble request for cheeky bucky being cheeky while he's hanging out w/ the reader at the public library, and their sitting across each other, and stealing cheeky glances then he eventually abandons his book and be the clingy puppy he is desperate for attention and affection 🥰 tHIS IS TOO SPECIFIC U DONT HAVE TO FOLLOW IT OR DO IT AT ALL BUT THANK U ILY

Library Shenanigans 

Author’s notes: Sorry took so long! But as promised, here’s your request! Found this so cute, love cheeky Bucky! <3 Whoever wants Bucky to distract them in the library too, this one’s for you!! Hope you enjoy! 

Your eyebrows knit together as you took down notes from your earlier lecture, your eyes focused on the screen of your laptop before ducking down to write on your notebook, doing your best to organize your notes for a more comprehensive reviewer. Exams were coming up and you really didn’t want to cram anything into the last minute. You would’ve been quicker too if only the guy across from you took the memo.

“Bucky, please if you insist on staying, you gotta be quiet,” you huffed. Your project partner for another class- whom you were not supposed to even meet for another hour- blew on his bubble gum again, smacking his lips when it popped before continuing to chew loudly. At your look of annoyance, he smirked, 

“Sorry, doll. Last one,” he apologized, not looking the least bit sorry at all. 

“Don’t you have anyone else to annoy?” 

This had become a habit, ever since he’d chanced upon you at the library earlier than your intended meeting, he’d always drop by and stay with you before you both got down to working on your project. Most of the time, he sat quietly to study too which was something you had grown familiar and comfortable with, heck had even looked forward to. But times like these, when he was being an annoying ass, you just wanted to wring his neck. 

“Not when I’ve got you,” he winked.

Ugh. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction so you kept mum, scribbling in your notebook even though you barely registered what you were writing anymore. His wink sending tingles down your spine, proving you weren’t unaffected by him at all. As a matter of fact, a simple smirk from him still gave you butterflies despite getting closer this semester, which was something you never thought possible with him looking like that. You still thanked your lucky stars your professor randomly selected you both to be project partners. Your normally humdrum life finally becoming more exciting with every moment you spend with him. 

“Bucky!” You scolded yet again. 

“What now?” He asked, all innocent. The other people in the library turning their heads in your direction, tsking. 

“You’re playing with your phone!” 

You gave an apologetic smile to the people around you, embarrassed. Bucky couldn’t hide his grin, you were just too adorable. He quickly moved to sit beside you while you continued to mumble your apologies, scooting his chair even closer to yours. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked over your shoulder, his breath fanning your cheeks.

You tried not to show how his close proximity made you giddy and instead sounded stern, “Studying,” 

“Trying to, at least.” He stated, overconfident. 

“Excuse me?” You sounded indignant, turning to him. The blue specks of his eyes momentarily distracting you. 

“Your laptop’s gone to sleep,” he pointed out. 

You gasped and looked, the same slide on the presentation you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes shone brightly on the screen. 

“It is not!” 

“But you still had to check, didn’t you?” he replied smugly. 

“Ugh, it’s because you’re distracting me,” 

“I’m that captivating huh,” he teased dramatically, his tongue darting to the inside of his cheek, eyebrows raising suggestively. 

Uh, yeah definitely. Have you looked in the mirror lately? 

“Irritating more like,”  you said, rolling your eyes, making him laugh. This time you ignored the looks coming your way, you were having too much of a good time to care. 

“Eh, I don’t know, I’d stick to mesmerizing,” he shrugged. You laughed along with him, gathering your things while you shook your head. 

“I’m hungry. I’m gonna grab something to eat,” You hoped he understood the invitation. Flirting wasn’t really one of your stronger suits. 

“Good. I’m buying. Let’s go,” 

He helped you carry your things and offered you his hand. You took it, not being able to help the small smile forming on your lips. He smiled gently back in return. An understanding. 

This time you both knew this was the start of something new.

[contextualise]

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name: jay

star sign: aquarius

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favourite band: paramore

favourite solo artist: weyes blood. aries. lorde. sorry im just not strong enough for this

song stuck in my head: all homeboys are dickheads by tism

last movie: good will hunting yeehaw and then we danced

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last thing i googled: jugular venous pressure. for science

other blogs: they’re all deleted now godbless

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average hours of sleep: 6 on weekdays 12 on weekends maybe

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instruments: i’ve tried piano, violin, cello, clarinet, guitar, saxophone, and xylophone, like w instructors & everything but musical instruments are just not for me lmao

what i'm wearing: a white pj set w teeny flowers on it

dream job: yes i want to be a skydiving instructor no i have never been skydiving. what about it

dream trip: space, ideally. otherwise a couple weeks in nz with my friends

favourite food: baingan ka bharta but specifically the way my mum makes it. soooo good

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last book i read: oscar wilde the complete short stories (i’m two pages in)

top three fictional worlds to live:  

1. eos 10. i want shenanigans in space PLEASE

2. star trek. space adventures again but this time idk anything about the world so i can experience it fresh and new

3. this fic i read on hpff.net as a kid where the protag could make DIAMONDS from dirt or something basically h**** p***** but the magic was FUN and vampires were everywhere and technology wasn’t extinct !!!

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