#this is my first frank adler fic so im just

[shieldedreams]

want you to stay (heaven truly is on earth) (f.a.)*

summary ⇾ frank knows true to his heart that you love him. yet, overhearing someone trying to pick you up from the bar has him doubting himself. details ⇾ 4,700 words / frank adler x reader / 🌸☔️🔥a little angsty, then fluff, then smut bc three-in-1 >:) notes ⇾ idk what this was tbh. i just liked the idea and it... progressed. enjoy! 👀ah! this is for @jtargaryen18​‘s 60 days of Chris challenge! 💞

[minors dni - descriptive + explicit scenes of sex / foul language / unprotective sex (stay safe babes) / breeding kink (kinda) + oral (f) / also i haven’t written smut in a while pls be kind]

on saturday nights when mary is under roberta’s care, the world is your oyster when it comes to deciding on date night. now, that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t date night when mary was around but you were rather mindful with the locations and context considering she’s a child. oftentimes staying home was a good choice, given that frank loves nothing more than to have you to himself; take that figuratively and literally.

on other nights, on a night like this, you two were at ferg’s for a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. so far, in frank’s mind, the evening was panning out rather well. almost too well. you were wearing a sundress he admits to loving a bit too much; yellow was a gorgeous color on you and he’ll never let that die. playful stares at one another, light teasing touches across (and under) the table, the way he kisses the spot behind your ear and you purposefully letting out a sigh into his ear that encourages him to take both of you home.

what does put a downer to the mood was when he’s left to pay, he returns to overhearing some guy trying to hit you up and outright calling your boyfriend a worthless boat repairman who barely makes it out to pay for everything. well, cue the way frank storms off to the truck. not because he’s mad at you–but himself.

it’s a few minutes until you managed to slide away from the sleezy guy who had to resort to bringing other people down in his expense to make him look good. (never pans out well) you’re taking your purse and heading out when you swore you saw frank leaving at the corner of your eyes in the middle of the guy’s ted-talk about himself.

you see frank leaning against his truck with a frown, kicking rocks. then his own foot. then the tyre behind him. you also note the way he’s glancing down to his worn out jacket, grease-stained grey t-shirt and jeans he has on. altogether, it doesn’t feel like a good time to talk, so you don’t say anything; resorting to kissing his cheek as he lets out an exasperated sigh. he gently nudges you to the side and you’re climbing into the seat when he opens the door for you to get in and–tries not to but ultimately fails not to–slam the door. it makes you flinch despite seeing it coming but you’re far than secure knowing frank would never hurt you.

the ride home had been a little tense to say the least. you analyze his features from the passenger seat and it just feels like it’s much more than some guy trying to hit you up. in that brain of his (which was very smart and also very good in overthinking), there must be something he’s not telling you or hiding that it resorts to a reaction like this. though you see telltales of this unravelling when you get home, you carefully reach over to his hand on his thigh as he drives with one hand. you can tell it surprises him yet not entirely, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he flips his hand over to capture yours between his own.

that makes you smile as you glance up to his face, then deciding to look out the window for the rest of the journey home.

//

the second the car comes to a stop, frank’s staring at your hand in his. you didn’t quite understand what it meant but soon he’s shaking your grip off and hopping out of the truck. quietly, you follow suit, trailing behind him as he unlocks the door and swings it open to step in, unbothered. you click your tongue when you braced yourself for this and walk in, closing the door and locking it behind you as you watch frank strip off his jacket and storm towards the kitchen.

“why’re you staying with me?” frank’s tone is anything but welcoming, border-line hostile with the way he talks. it seems like he did fairly well at controlling his temper back at bar but it’s like all his patience was running thin. you test the waters to see how serious this was, easing your jacket off to hang it onto the rack before you retrace his steps into the kitchen. with folded arms, you watch as he frustratedly chugs down on water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he eyes you.

“because you asked me to move in about five months ago?” your answer goes around the target he’s aiming for. he rolls his eyes, sliding his cup onto the counter as he stares at you, “that’s not what i meant,”

with a sigh, you unfold your arms as you approached him, stopping just opposite him with the counter between the pair of you, “then what did you mean?”

you see it in his eyes; the self-consciousness of frank adler’s weaknesses surfacing. dark and gloomy, waves of uncertainty dragging himself down the longer he stares at you. his voice is cold, and you’re unsure if it’s because he can’t bear to say it or if he’s not strong enough to accept the thought of you answering.

"what are you doing with a guy like me?”

at his question, you let out a bated breath. your hands gripping onto the edges of the counter with a raised brow, “well, do you want me to leave?”

you watch as he debates for the answer to a question he already knows the answer to yet he can’t say it. he bites on his tongue, eyes flickering down to the counter as his lips part to inhale deeply. he pursues his lips, feeling his own question coming to bite him back in the ass and he doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions overwhelming him. he swallows thickly when you speak, your voice lifting his chin up to gaze into your eyes sadly.

“if you want me to leave, you just have to tell me, frank. but once you do,” he hears how shaky your voice has gotten and he hates it, he hates it so much, “i’m not coming back,”

visibly, frank’s cold demeanor falls apart. the mere thought of you leaving, forever, one foot out the door and never to return haunts him. so much that it’s showing when his lips quiver, the hot tears stinging his eyes as he blinks them down his cheeks in efforts to look away from you with a sniff.

“so how about you really tell me what’s going on–”frank snaps his head up to you, his voice cutting you off curtly–”i want nothing more than for you to stay,” he says in a single breath, feeling he can breathe again yet his lungs also betray him, closing in on itself. the way you look at him after he says it makes him want to punch himself for making you feel this way but he can’t help it.

how could he? 

“frank...” you call out to him softly, attempting to get closer to him as you walk around the counter to reach him. when you’re standing by him, you carefully slide in front of him, coming between him and the counter with your hip resting against the counter behind you. your hands delicately framing his cheeks, searching for the answer in his eyes that usually filled with a flare of confidence, now wallowed in self-doubt, “where’s all of this coming from?”

he clears his throat, refusing to hold onto you even though he wants to do just that. his eyes avoiding your gaze as he stares at your shoulder, “a man who consciously chose to give up everything and barely gets by with fixing boats?” he scoffs, now looking at you in disdain, “you want that?”

you lean up to give him a soft kiss; one he doesn’t reciprocate but you can feel the way he restrains himself. how his hands grip onto your waist in desperation for more yet his lips refuse to give in. at least he has his touch on you, that much you’ll take. when you pull away, you watch as he tries not to follow after you, letting out a muffled grunt as he stares at you, waits for you to respond.

“it’s all about perspective, frank,” you whisper over his mouth, eyes flickering up to his, “you can say that, but that’s not how i would put it,”

he looks so vulnerable; baring his heart out to you and you appreciated it. frank adler had other means to overcoming his emotions, truly, you’ve seen it. the numbered of thrown wrenches and broken wood pieces was enough for you to take a mental note he’s a thrower. for him to choose to talk about it with you, admit his insecurities out in the open when he wants nothing more than to dissolve it the minute he thinks about it meant the world to you. it makes you smile a little when he asks: “then how would you put it?”

“i see... a man who has a big heart, willing to do anything even if it means putting his life aside for the sake of someone you love,” at your words, frank’s jaw tightens when you can feel a new batch of tears coming the second his eyes flutter shut, eyelids trembling. his hands smoothen over your waist into a hug as he buries his face into your neck, appreciating an arm you have over him and a hand stroking his head lovingly. all of this, while trying to focus to your words as you speak, “and she’s gonna grow up knowing she’s loved. even when everyone around her wasn’t there for her but she won’t have to go through that,” you make it a point to frank by nudging him back, warm orbits staring at him as he cries silently, “not when she’s got you,”

you give him a moment, as he trembles in your arms while you catch him like a safety net. his arms are locked, an iron grip refusing to let up with the warm tears trickling down your skin. yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way, wanting to be there for him every step of the way. frank has done so well in raising mary, even if he constantly worries he’s not. it doesn’t help that evelyn had been tearing him down and pointing out every single flaw he has; maybe it’s the accumulation of it all that’s fuelling frank’s demons–determined to tear him apart and imprint in his mind that all of the good things in his life will one day be taken away. it only makes you want to comfort him more, caressing the back of his head and constantly pressing kisses to the side of his head as he takes as much time he needs to collect himself.

he draws himself back after while. his throat swelling up much like his eyes, voice hoarse as he croaks: “...even you?”

your hands pillow against his cheeks, thumb padding away the tears as he smiles when you start joking with him, “i mean... if you’ll have me, you know? just a minute ago my boyfriend’s prompting me to leave–”you barely have a chance to finish your sentence when frank’s slamming his lips onto yours. an arm banded by your hip, the other cupping your chin to keep you in place. he kisses you, quick and fast, with such ferventness it’s making your head spin. then it slows down, like the passionate nights of loving you tenderly replaying in an instant; the waves of pleasure and euphoria, the distinctive taste of love that is frank on your lips. it comes to a stop momentarily when he pulls back, admitting in a whisper: “i never want you to leave. i always, always want you stay,”

your thumbs brush over his scruffy beard and find the corners of his lips. with a light nudge, pushing it up to make him smile, wider than before, “then i guess mary has nothing to worry about our taco tuesdays,”

frank laughs, a genuine one that makes your heart swell at how happy he looks. sure, this wouldn’t be the last time you’ll have to talk about this but knowing he’s reassured, your heart can rest easy. 

“it’s like you always know what to say,” he sighs, leaning to thump his forehead against yours. “well, only when i’m asked. no one likes a smart ass,”

“that sounds oddly familiar,” he squints his eyes at you when you shrug at him, refusing to openly admit you may or may not have been a listening ear to mary’s grumbles. your lips mirror his when his smile grows wider and you anticipate for the way he kisses you. the feeling of his beard tickling your skin, the vibrations from his mouth as he groans into yours, addicted to the taste of you mixed with hints of alcohol earlier this evening. you sigh as your hands crawl past his face to touch more of him; one steadying on his shoulders, the other raking through his hair as you play with his brown locks.

his lips twitch upwards and you can feel it on your lips. you gasp at his large hands crawling down and under your dress, easily gripping each cheek against his palms. an airy moan leaves your lips just as he draws back from kissing you, mouth greedily trailing down your jaw, resorting to sucking on the area slightly past your ear, near the nape of your neck. you’re holding onto him, nails half-scraping onto his flesh as he riles you up in all the ways he knows how. his hands continued kneading your ass until a hand slithers forward and gives you a harsh squeeze. his thumb teasingly strokes your clothed clit, making you squirm in his hold with a whine.

“f-frank, don’t tease,” you manage to squeeze a hand past your bodies, reaching for his belt. he’s about to stop you but lets out a guttural moan instead when you palm his growing bulge. you feel his hands retracting from your body but not for the reasons you thought. you’re about to kick him quite literally but find the air sucked out of your lungs when he grips you by the waist to hoist you up onto the counter. you inhale sharply at the cold surface greeting your skin, yet that thought quickly dissolves when frank drops to his knees, face levelled to your clothed center. 

his hands spread your legs open, deeply inhaling as he leans forward to press a kiss to your inner thighs, earning himself the trembling of your legs as they settle over his shoulders. “god, you’re so perfect like this,” he mutters approvingly, his hands getting to work to sliding your panties off and shoves it into his jeans for safekeeping. the last thing you see is that shit-eatingly-handsome grin of his before your eyes snap shut at the feeling of his tongue on you. feral and eager, pushing his tongue in you as his fingers show such contrast with lazily drawing circles on your clit. your ankles cross behind his back, a hand barely gripping onto the counter while your other hand finds leverage in his hair with quiet moans leaving your lips.

so sinful and beautiful–frank looks up and he feels his jeans tightening at the sight–plump lips parted with such pretty moans leaving your lips, your eyes peeling open to gaze down onto him at what he’s doing to your body. it looks like he’s made for this; to be between your legs, cased by your thighs, eating you out like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. he smirks and he knows you feel it, him humming in satisfaction to watch your body tremble at his every move. the mere feeling of his beard tickling and triggering your heightened senses.

as much as you love the way things were panning out, you want more. more than his tongue deep in you, more than the fingers touching you almost everywhere. “frank–you–please,” your words are all fumbling over each other, making him only want to tease you more. “hm?” he raises a brow, kissing your pussy before looking up to your frustration, “what, baby? use your words,”

“want you, want you now,” your hands card through his hair, tugging him up impatiently. he complies with a huff, rising to his feet but allows his hand to slide down to your glistening folds, “i wasn’t done,”

"later,” you manage with a sigh, swallowing down the pleasure building up as your fingers nimbly undo his belt. he smirks at your desperation, leaning his forehead on yours as he continues to rub his fingers up and down your slit, playing with your wet folds as he elicits more subdued sounds of pleasure from you, “mm, you’re drenched, baby,”

he doesn’t know how he’s laughing but he always does when it’s with you. the way you’re enjoying this yet hating it at the same time when you can’t undo his belt. you let out a soft fucking shit, glancing down to yank the buckle and popping open his jeans, half-glaring at him as you do, “and whose fault is that?”

he’s about to retort with a snarky comment but moans loudly at the feeling of your hands freeing his cock and stroking him almost immediately. his lips are in search for yours, ardently kissing you; effectively shutting himself up and getting lost in your lips. your hand movements falters when frank easily slides in two fingers in you–soon adding three–stretching you out deliciously yet craving for more. he’s not too far away from you in need, bucking his hips into your touch as your thumb strokes the tip of cock, leaking with pre-cum. 

“f-fuck–baby please,” you whine, finding your throat feeling sore and it’s getting hard to breathe with frank relentless with his fingers deep in you; driving out and shoving back in again and again until the coil from within feels like it’s about to burst. before you can, he stills his movements with the roll of his eyes, giving into your plea and well-aware of what you really want. “only because you said please,”

he stops to appreciate your beauty as he shoves his pants down and kicks it to the side. hands gliding over your waist to pull you closer towards the edge, towards him. you anchor yourself with his shoulders, tugging him down to kiss you and he does so willingly. you hum in delight, adoring the way his hand trails up your leg and sneaks under your dress and nudging your thigh to spread open wider. frank’s kisses are addictive, much like the man he was as it is distracting. you sharply lean back with a moan when you feel him filling you up, your walls welcoming and swallowing him.

he takes this moment to pepper kisses down to your neck, burying his face there as he sings words of praise. all about how he much he loves you, how lucky he is to be with you, all you. his hands greedily slide behind your back to unzip your dress, allowing it to pool around your waist as he wastes no time in unclasping your bra with one hand to free your breasts. you hear him groaning at the sight and not long before he’s squeezing one side, the other already in his mouth as he sucks on your nipple, eliciting a long sigh. 

your hands find the hem of his shirt and give it a tug, him refusing to move away at first but complies to shift back to yank his shirt off and tosses it to the side. you’re marvelled by the sight time and time again, hands meekly running over his defined chest and he shudders under your touch when you grip onto his waist; nails almost digging into his flesh as your hips buck forward; a signal for him to move.

frank reads the signs, like he has them written on the back of his hand. he pulls out and slams back in–effectively rendering you breathless. slow, languid movements to ease you into the rhythm, soon flies out the window when he’s thrusting into you with a newfound eager to chase for your orgasm. it makes your eyes roll back, almost seeing the stars as the warmth starts building up inside. he uses a hand to keep your hip in place, the other cupping your jaw as he kisses you messily. lips askew, teeth clashing, moans overlapping each other’s and then you were staring into his dark eyes piercing your own as you feel it coming.

your breathing grows heavy, accompanying the obscene sounds of your bodies meeting one another’s and frank’s groans of pleasure as he twitches inside you, feeling his orgasm approaching. his hand on your jaw moves down, flicking your dress aside to find your clit. upon contact, his thumb harshly rubs tight circles, threatening your eyes shut but with the way frank’s watching you, you can’t. your hands frame his cheeks, whispering how much you love him and he only nods in response; answering with his eyes and the movement of his hips that go faster, and faster, until it snaps inside of you with shivers engulfing the pair of you together.

a few more rapid thrusts and you cry out into his shoulder; the same time he ruts inside of you as he fills you up. it makes you mewl in satisfaction, loving how warm and full you feel as your walls milk him out before he stays still; deeply embedded in you. he’s catching his breath, allowing you to do the same, that is until he can’t resist to make you shift back from him so he’s able to capture your lips with his. you whine into his mouth when you can barely breathe but he ignores it, only kissing you harder until you manage to cradle his face in your hands to nudge him back.

from an irritated look, it melts away when the two of you giggle, frank leaning his forehead on yours with his hands on your waist, rubbing mindlessly against your hipbone. there’s a mutual want to stay connected; frank doesn’t pull out, you don’t want him to either. you’re left to stare into his eyes with a small smile; the post-coital bliss is a glow that compliments your features, making frank’s heart skip a beat the more he stares at you.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, the back of his hand stroking your cheek.

“you’re not too bad yourself, adler,” you tease, thumbs going over his beard playfully, allowing the silence to envelope the pair of you. the longer you’re staring into his eyes, the more it’s making your heart full. yet, you can’t help but grow shy, despite everything that happened. 

“what’re you looking at me for?” you mumble, hands now squishing his cheeks, trying to direct his gaze elsewhere. he scoffs a laugh, stubbornly remaining his vision to your direction, unable to smile as wide when you hold him captive by his face, “what, now you’re shy?” 

the thought alone makes frank laugh harder than he thought he would, more than you would. still, it’s a nice feeling. being able to easily reveal a smile that looks good on frank. when the hilarity subsides (and the face squeezing tones down), you’re left to stroking the under of his eyes tenderly, admiring his features as frank does the same, unable to pry his eyes off you even if he wanted to. “made you laugh,” one of your thumb boops frank’s nose, easily bringing his smile back again. he leans in, the subtle movement reminding you he’s still in you making you squirm as he kisses your lips softly, trying to ignore the heat slowly rising from within him as well. “you always do,”

“lucky for you then, huh?” your hands slide over his shoulders, locking behind his neck with a cheeky grin. “very,” both of his brows wiggle slightly, barely giving you time to process what he’s about to do when his arms swoop around your waist, heaving you onto him despite your dress still hugging your waist. you can’t pay mind to it when it’s an angle that amazingly brings out a moan into frank’s ears like a symphony he’d replay again and again. 

“let me show you how grateful i am for that, baby,” he whispers into your ears before taking big and quick strides to reach the bedroom. before you express how good it feels, you’re certain your clothes are still scattered by the kitchen.

“our clothes!” you yell, just as he pulls out and tosses you onto the bed, waving a hand at you as he slams the door behind him and gets on top of you. “i’ll take care of that later. for now,” you squeal as he lies chest down on the mattress, already settling between your legs as his hands pull the dress off of you without much struggle. his eyes growing dark at the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy and he licks his lips, “let me take care of you as promised.”

((the night was almost coming to an end as you lay in bed with frank. his arms lazily around your figure, bare bodies tangled beneath the sheets. your cheek presses to his chest, the hair tickling you in the loveliest way possible as you find yourself drifting off to sleep. yet, not quite when frank’s voice gets your attention.

”baby, you asleep yet?” he continues to play with your hair, stroking the back of your head, his other hand caressing your skin leisurely.

“mm, almost,” you hum, lifting your chin up to him as he gazes down to you, “something on your mind?”

it’s moments like these frank appreciate show you’re able to read him. similar to how he notices your antics and the thoughts written all over your face, now you’re able to pick out the ones frank’s displaying on his features.

“i’m guessing... you overheard the conversation with that guy at ferg’s?”

he tries not to pout but it’s already there, “...yeah,”

it only makes you laugh quietly, reaching up to kiss his jaw. he dips down to reach for your lips, rewarded with a couple more kisses before he leans back onto the pillow.

“well... had you stayed longer to listen, you would’ve heard how i told that guy to piss off or my boat-repairing-man would beat the shit out of him for disrespecting him and my choices of being with him,” you’re glad to see frank smiling again–like it’s your sort of power you’re able to do. (and he knows it, too) 

“doesn’t matter if he could... buy me a damn castle or let me meet the queen for five minutes, all of that doesn’t matter,” both of your hands smoothen on his chest, giving him a small pat as he adores the glow in your eyes dreamily sparkling at him, “i’m with you, for you. and i’d want nothing more than just you,”

he snorts, “even when i’m all greasy?”

you nod a little too enthusiastically, causing him to laugh, “especially when you’re all greasy,” you pat his chest twice, getting his attention, “we’re saving water and have good sex? heaven truly is on earth,”

as you continue to animatedly talk about how saving the water is beneficial for not just the two of you in terms of water bill but for the planet, frank’s nodding with a oh yeah, sure, of course every now and then. well-aware that it was your little rouse to get him annoyed when in reality, frank adores it. how you speak your mind and still hold value to what truly meant special to you. when you’re laying in his arms and your eyes have the stars he wishes upon for happiness, frank has to agree with you.

heaven truly is on earth. and he’s laying in bed with it every night.))

[frankwoods-corner]

Numbers in the Woods Ch.1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33571849

COME GET YOUR MASON/WOODS lol. I really enjoy writing for these two so I decided to start a multi-chapter series about them and their relationship. Additionally I am also accepting headcanon/fic requests if anyone has any. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings- Just explicit language

“Load the chopper. We have new intel on the location of Perseus that’s worth checking out.” Adler says from his office in the safehouse.

“Alright I got the weapons and ammunition. Frank can yo-.” Bell gets cut off by Adler.

“Bell, I think this is a mission best fit for just Woods and Mason. I just don’t want to put more people in possible danger than I have to.”

“No problem.” Bell said while loading the last of the guns in the helicopter.

Frank and Alex continued preparing for the ride to the possible intel site. This wouldn’t be the first mission with just the two of them. If Woods were to be honest, he would prefer every mission just be him and Mason. Alex was the only person he could one hundred percent trust with his life. There was just a type of connection they had. A lot of times Alex and Frank didn’t even need large amounts of verbal communication on missions, somehow, they just knew what the other was thinking. They were at their highest performance potential when they were together. After Hudson realized this, he made sure they would never go on a mission alone unless it was necessary.

“Alright Adler, we are just about ready to go. Anything we should know going into this thing?” Woods asks Adler form across the safehouse.

“Well, we aren’t really sure what you and Alex are going into so just precede with caution. There could be anywhere from zero to hundreds of people at the site.” Adler responds.

“Nothing me and my boy here can’t handle” Woods pats Mason on the shoulder as they get in the chopper.

Adler didn’t act worried about Woods and Mason. He was confident in their abilities, but if anything happened to the talented soldiers he would be in deep shit with Hudson. Alex got in the passenger seat of the chopper and Woods got in the pilot’s seat. It helped a lot that Woods had flight experience. It made it so that he and Alex didn’t have to be accompanied by a pilot on missions.

“Alright you two, Park will be on coms. Be sure to communicate anything that seems off.” Adler says with urgency to the pair.

“Will do, Adler.” Alex responds.

The two set off. It was going to be a roughly forty-five-minute flight from the safehouse. Their destination was in the middle of nowhere Russia. As Woods flew the chopper, he started to feel somewhat chilly. They dressed properly for the Russian snow, but Woods was never a big fan of the cold. Alex on the other hand was completely unfazed. Growing up in Alaska will make you conditioned for almost any degree of freezing.

Alex breaks the silence of the flight by checking in with coms.

“We are about twenty minutes out Park. You guys get any new information on the intel site?”

“Not anything you don’t already know… which isn’t a lot but still. Just make sure to keep an eye out on the mountains for any Soviet bases we might have not accounted for.” Parks responded over the radio.

“Got it.” Frank responded.

“Wait.” Park says with a somewhat unnerving sense of urgency.

“Im seeing something on radar.” Parks informs Woods.

The radio begins cutting in and out when Park starts to shout over coms.

“Fuck! Turn back now! I detec.. Sov… lau…” Parks yells.

Park you are cutting in and out! What are you saying?” Woods barks back in a nervous tone.

… Fuck. Nothing.

No less than 7 seconds later they hear a loud boom echo through the Russian mountains.

“What the fuck is that Woo-.” Alex is cut off by a rocket impact on the tail end of their chopper.

“Shit” Woods yells and he tries to steer what’s left of the chopper.

“Brace for impact.” Woods shouts at Mason.

The chopper spins out of control to the ground. It only took eight seconds for the chopper to hit the ground after falling through some trees in a valley between some mountains.

The impact was brutal, and Woods blacked out for 4 seconds before screaming for Mason.

“Fucking shit. Mason are you ok?” Frank says horrified. It almost sounded like the Marine was choking back tears.

Frank looks over to see Alex unconscious right beside him. Frank used every ounce of force in his body to unbuckle and free himself from his seat. Because of Alex’s state, he had to drag him out of the chopper himself.

“Mason. Please. Fucking wake up.” Woods shouts at Alex.

Frank had dragged Alex into a cave around 200 meters away from the crash site, pumped with adrenaline despite what felt like a broken leg. After roughly 15 minutes of Woods trying to care for Alex’s wounds and his own, Alex finally wakes up.

“Where the fuck are we Woods?” Alex says felling distorted.

“Thank fucking god Mason. I thought you would never wake up.” Woods responds choking back tears like he did as they hurdled to the ground. Woods practically jumps to bear hug Alex

“Shit Woods. Are you crying right now?”

“No, you fucker.” Frank barks back trying to save face. Despite Woods’ denial, deep down he wanted to burst into heavy tears.

“Wanna answer my question?” Alex says to Woods after their awkwardly long hug.

“I brought us to a cave. The crash site is 200 meters away.” Woods answers.

“Any communication with Adler or Park?” Alex asks.

“Nope. Any hope of communication burned up with the chopper or broke. At least they know around where we crashed, so maybe we will see a rescue squad soon.”

“Yeah maybe”

Woods and Mason sat there together for a few minutes in silence. It wasn’t awkward silence, rather more of a mutually agreed upon resting silence.

“I can tell the sun will set in an hour or two. Maybe I should go see if there is anything that wasn’t blown up in the crash. Some supplies would be nice.” Alex suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I can go with.” Frank says back.

“With that leg of yours?” Mason said concerned.

Franks leg was extremely swollen, and even though we would have never admitted it, it hurt like a bitch too. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, he regretted ever trying to walk on it.

“Frank, you need to stay here. I got it, trust me.” Alex says before Frank can even respond to his previous question”

“Ok, just be careful Mason.” Woods says to Alex before he left the cave. Frank didn’t feel a need to continue insisting on going with him as he wasn’t even sure if he could bear to walk at that point.

Frank sat in the cave while Alex searched the crash site. He felt a little embarrassed about him sounding like he was crying in front of Mason. He just wished Mason knew how much he cared. Woods felt relieved that they were both relatively ok, but deep down he also felt tension. Whenever he tried to ask Mason about how he was doing, Mason would simply try to change the subject. Woods really wanted to pry deeper but learned from trying to help Alex during his “attacks” from the numbers, that he was very difficult to care for. Mason was the type of person to keep to himself, and that bothered Woods deep down. Woods wondered if Mason would respond better if they were more than close friends.

“Im back.” Mason says as he enters their temporary cave residence.

“I got some tattered blankets and some water. Everything else was shit.” Mason says dropping the supplies beside Woods.

“Great. It’s getting really fucking cold.” Woods says through shivering breath.

“This isn’t anything compared to winters back in Alaska.” Mason says with a chuckle.

“Yeah whatever, just give me a blanket would you?” Woods says unamused.

Mason tosses Woods a blanket and then sits down next to him.

“How are you doing Alex?” Woods asks softly.

“Fine.” Mason says in a flat tone.

Frank was now annoyed. This was the only response it felt like he ever got when asking this kind of question.

“Why the fuck won’t you talk to me Mason? I try to be a good friend and you just fucking dismiss me every time! I just want to fucking make sure you’re ok.” Woods says visibly frustrated.

“Why do you care so much Woods? I said im fine. Even if I wasn’t why would you care?” Alex responded also growing frustrated.

“What the fuck do you mean why do I care? You’re a fucking person Alex.” Frank said defending himself.

“You’re acting like you’re my fucking boyfriend Woods! You need to learn when to stop pressing people to talk about stuff.” Alex responded wanting to end the conversation.

Woods didn’t respond. He felt embarrassed but tried his best to hide it. Deep down Woods just wanted to tell Alex how he truly felt. Hearing the way Alex made fun of the idea of them dating made Woods want to break down of embarrassment. He knew they never talked about anything like that, but Woods still felt some hope just based off of how close they were.

After letting the embarrassment and shock of Alex’s comment die down, he was mad. All he fucking does and that is what Alex says. Why should Frank fucking Woods feel embarrassed of his feelings? In just a few moments Frank burst open emotionally.

“Jesus fucking christ Mason. Do you really think of me as only a friend after all of the shit we’ve been through! I fucking love you Alex!” Woods actually bursts into tears this time. Maybe it was the cold or all of the things that had happened that day, but Woods broke down.

Woods continued, “I fucking love you Mason. Do you know how much it fucking hurt when you made fun of me for trying to care about you? I don’t fucking care what you think of it, I had to tell you.”

There was silence for around 10 seconds while Mason processed what he had heard. After those moments Mason jumped into Woods arms.

“I love you too Woods” Alex said wrapping himself around Frank in a hug.

Frank was shocked. Why had Alex been so averse to Frank caring about him if he also loved him.

They lay there hugging for a few minutes in silence. All of the logistics could wait. They both just wanted to enjoy each other’s warmth for eternity. Nothing really needed to be said, they felt on top of the world despite the crappy situation they were in.

By this point the sun had set and Frank was shivering. Mason grabbed more covers and pulled Woods closer. The cave floor was hard and cold, but they didn’t have much of a choice.

“Can I take you to dinner sometime… ya know, given that we made it out of this shit alive? Frank said in a whisper to Alex as they cuddled.

“I would love that, Frank.” Alex said back with a smile.

“Alex, can I ask you something again? You have to promise to answer honestly.” Frank asked.

“Yeah. What is it?” Mason said curiously.

“How are you doing Alex. For real. No bullshit.” Frank said somewhat nervous that Alex would be annoyed at the same question that started their fight in the first place.

“The numbers never really went away.” Alex said in a defeated voice. “I just want somebody to talk with about it all. I guess I just never wanted to get close to anyone because that way I couldn’t get even more hurt than I already am.”

“Alex, Im here and I promise I won’t ever leave or hurt you. I promise.” Frank said feeling emotional. He was happy that Mason was actually telling him how he felt.

“Thank you, Frank. Im sorry that I tried to shut you out. I just… ya know.” Alex responded.

“It’s alright.” Frank said with a yawn.

They both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Frank has bundled up trying to stay warm as Alex held his hand in his sleep. A week ago, Frank could have only dreamed of this. The night was cold, even for Alex, but nothing could beat the relief they felt after expressing their true feelings.

Light began to sneak into the cave as the sun rose. Alex woke up first but stayed there holding Frank so he could wake up on his own. They were going to have to either find a long-term solution to their survival or pray for a rescue. Either way, they needed to leave the cave.

“Good morning, Mason.” Frank said rejuvenated but still cold.

“Good morning, Woods. Love you” Mason responded.

“Love you too.” Frank said.

Both Woods and Mason still felt their hearts pound when they said the word love. To them it was an intense word that was somewhat “taboo” in their lives. Love meant vulnerability, but neither one hesitated to say it after their confession the previous night.

They needed to get a move on, but Woods leg was still fucked. Alex did the best he could to make a stent with some nearby sticks and a blanket. It wasn’t pretty but it was the best they had.

“Fucking shit. My leg is wrecked.” Frank winced as they returned to the crash site hoping for help from Adler.

“Just sit here by the debris. I don’t know exactly what to do because a flare would stir up Soviet activity.” Mason said to Frank.

“Shit you’re right.” Frank said back.

No more than a few minutes after their conversation, they heard a small chopper in the distance.

“Is that for us?” Frank said hopeful.

The chopper flew above them and dropped a ladder as there were too many trees to make a full landing.

“Looks like. Thank god.” Mason said with a gigantic sigh of relief.

Frank made his way up the ladder first with Alex behind him. It was safer that way so if Frank’s leg gave out Alex could try and catch him.

They both made their way up the ladder and as they reached the top, they saw Adler inside.

“Are you two alright? Adler asked the two as they buckled into their seats.

“Im alright, but Franks leg is fucked up. We’re going to need a medic back at the safehouse.” Alex responded to Adler.

“No problem. It’s good to see you two didn’t die.” Adler said half joking.

“We aren’t that fucking helpless Adler.” Woods said with a laugh.

They made it back to the safehouse and Woods got his leg taken care of. Even though they didn’t get any intel, Woods was still thankful the mission went how it went. He just wished it hadn’t taken almost dying to tell Alex how he felt. This was unexplored ground for both of them, but they knew that this assignment and life would be ten times more enjoyable by each other’s side.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

Hi I love your work! Will there be any updates any time soon?👀

Thank you!

And well, see. I WISH so desperately that I could say it was killing Peggy Carter part 2. Which I have started writing but there’s actually a lot of Bucky and he’s quite difficult for me to write. I also am trying not to make it too ☹️. The first one was such fiery anger. Reader was kinda in the acceptance phase at the end and I just don’t want to write an entire fic with that energy bc it seems like it’s dragging. Im trying to figure out how to make it fun and have those sweet moments in there but still hold steve accountable for his stupidity tbh. But I promise it’s coming!

And soooo, I’m pretty sure that my next fic update will be the ballerina poly fic that I have going on. I’ve written Nat’s part and like 🥺🥰🥵 and I’ve written Steve’s part and well 🤤🥴🥵 now I’m working on Carol’s part and then Wanda!

I’ve also started writing another robert fic. It’ll be the second part to that sugar daddy fic I posted a while back.

I have a portion of a sugar daddy Frank Adler written that I’m desperately hoping I will be getting inspiration for soon to finish! I just need to rewatch gifted and it’ll just come to me.

But soon, I need to start thinking about Halloween fics 😂

[until-theend-oftheline]

Chris Evans Writing Challenge

I’m still taking a break from the quickies so I decided that May should be Chris Evans month. This challenge center around Chris and a handful of his characters. I listed the one you can write below. All the prompts are something either Chris or one of his characters have said at some point.

Due Date: May 31st (don’t worry about the timezone. As long as it’s the 30th somewhere it counts.) - There are no extensions on monthly challenges!!!

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. If you create a series only part one has to be posted before the due date.

Fandom: Chris evans

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and end when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs, and crack are all welcome. I prefer none AUs - so fics that take place in the cinematic universe the character you choose is from. I don’t wanna limit you here though so if AU is what floats your boat, make it AU.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No underage. No incest or selfcest. No half animal anything, please. No glorification on cheating(it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs!

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge. And use the #Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on Tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FH1g90G-dEaXXQ90JvU7_wI0i6vrQwBmt7wqBZLAgLM/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a quote (all are something either Chris or one of his characters said) and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. For now 1 person can sign up 2 times (one prompt per story).

All pairings must be x reader (romantic or friendship) general fics - no selfcest! - 

I will accept Stucky or Stucky x Reader for this one too but focus must be on Steeb then:

Chris Evans (rpf)

Steve Rogers

Stucky

Stucky x Reader

Jensen (Losers)

Mace (Sunshine)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)

Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?)

Prompts:

1 Did you know that cats can make one thousand different sounds and dogs can only make ten? Cats, man. Not to be trusted. @dutchiewhotriestowrite (steve rogers)

2 That's right bitches; I got a crossbow! @acreativelydifferentlove (chris evans)

3 As the Ancient Tibetan Philosophy states: "Don't start none, won't be none!"

4 Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. @queeniewritesce (chris evans)

5 I promise you if you need us. If you need me, I’ll be there. @queen-of-the-avengers (Steve Rogers)

6 This isn’t freedom. It’s fear. 

7 It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom right? 

8 It's the time. Sixteen months, you can get used to anything... you just lose track. I won't lose track again.

9 We should never have gone off the mission. @capsheadquaters (chris evans)

10 I don't know. I have an opinion. But that's my opinion. I could be wrong. @lilulo-12 (steve rogers)

11 Use your head. But don't be afraid to believe in things either. @averyrogers (steve rogers)

12 When you're committed to somebody, you won't allow yourself to look for perfection to someone else @brokennccrown (Steve Rogers)

13 We love what we love. It sucks. @thatfanficstuff (Stucky)

14 Give her a kiss and wish her good luck.

15 18 years I've waited for this moment. @averyrogers83 (steve rogers)

16 That's what people in the best place say to the people in the worst place.

17  Okay. Uh…how do you feel about Denver. I found the mountain man, and that guy has got a caboose worth relocating for.

18  Oh, ___, I underestimated you. That’s amazing. That’s…that’s my new favorite thing about you. @iwillwalkherinthemorning (Nick)

19  Yeah, well, you sounded depressed on the phone, so. You hungry? @queen-of-the-avengers (Chris Evans)

20 Maybe the one thing you are the most scared off is the one thing you should do. @docharleythegeekqueen (Chris Evans)

21 You are so busy trying to be who everyone else wants you to be that you don’t know who you are @capsheadquaters (steve rogers)

22 I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails @blacktithe7 (chris evans)

23 You know I still don't know how to dance. @reminiscingrogers (chris evans)

24  When I went under, the world was at war. I wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost.

25  That was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm 95, not dead. @jewels2876 (Steve Rogers)

26 This job, we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody. But if we can’t find a way to live with that, then next time maybe nobody gets saved. @becs-bunker (steve rogers)

27 We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions.

28 What you did all those years... It wasn't you. You didn't have a choice. @docharleythegeekqueen (steve rogers)

29 You blew 3 bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead.

30  I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission. @fangirlextraordinaire (chris evans)