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Water and Whiskey
Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: After over three year away, you finally return home for the holidays. Could a chance meeting with an old crush spark a new flame?
Features: Fluff, Implied smut TW: Family drama (Reader and family are not on good terms.)
A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y writing challenge and gift exchange. This story is gifted to the ever lovely, @beach-daydreaming. I hope you enjoy it lovely! This is my first time writing for Frank. Thank you so much to my beta readers, @whisperlullaby and @awesomerextyphoon!
The security guard of the marina looked at your modest car dubiously as you pulled up to the entrance. Flashing your pass and license at him, he waves you through with a shrug. After coming home to Florida for the first time in nearly three and a half years, you had spent an uncomfortable evening with your family. Hoping for the holiday spirit would lighten the mood had proved fruitless. So, after several hours and more pointed conversations than you could stomach, you had no choice but to escape. You head to the one place where you had always found solace growing up, the water.
As you walked down the dock to your family’s boat slip, you could see there was only one other boat with lights on further down. The clink of tools and softly spoken curses were unmistakable as you carefully boarded your vessel and made your way down below. It was the same as you always remembered and the bottle of much needed whiskey was easily located. A highball glass, a perfectly square chunk of ice, and a stiff pour had you sighing in relief.
The night had been taxing to say the least. You had returned at the behest of your family to discuss an important matter. You were hopeful this would be a reconciliation of sorts and looked forward to telling them you were being transferred back to the area. The night had begun smoothly enough but as dinner progressed it became increasingly more obvious that the “important matter” was your need to move up in the world or marry well to stop embarrassing them all. You were a stain on the family reputation, the reprobate that chose to follow your heart rather than the family dictates.
Your musings are interrupted by a voice from above, “Ahoy there!”
Your eyes widen as you recognize the voice as smooth as the drink in your hand. You down the liquid contents and grab the bottle before taking the stairs up.
“Ahoy yourself,” you smirk as your eyes light on the handsome face of Frank Adler.
“Well, if the prodigal daughter hasn’t returned,” Frank smiles as he looks you over.
“Yup,” you pop the 'p' while pouring yourself another glass of the amber liquid.
“Shouldn’t you be home having a fancy dinner?”
“Been there, done that, and lost my appetite. Besides whiskey is a perfectly acceptable alternative to turkey,” you sip from your glass while studying him over the rim. Making up your mind, you smile at him, “Care to join me?”
“Permission to come aboard?” Frank raises a playful eyebrow.
“Granted,” you turn away coyly and return below. As expected, he follows you. “How have you been, my fellow prodigal?”
"Missing you mostly," Frank quips.
"Awwww, be still my heart," you sass back.
"How about you? Where have you been?" Frank's voice turned more serious as he found a seat on the couch and watched you fix his drink.
"Got away, finished school, found a job, and lived my life on my own terms. Not anyone else's. It's been great," you hand him the glass and sit next to him.
"What brings you back to town then?" Frank raises an eyebrow.
"My family asked me to visit. I hoped this would be a reconciliation but not so much," you shrug and then change the subject. "How's Mary?"
Frank gives a genuine smile, "She is a little sasshole."
"Sasshole?" You laugh. "Must take after her uncle."
"Definitely," Frank grins and launches into an explanation of Mary's college classes, girl scout troop, and growth as both a prodigy and a kid.
"Sounds like she's doing amazing," you study him over the rim of your glass. He looks the same, maybe somehow even more handsome than you remember. You’d always been so attracted to him but you knew his reputation and you were sure you had never been his type.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"I'm, uh, I'm moving back."
"Why? Your parents?" Frank’s brows knit together.
"No, I got a job offer. It's a dream job and I can't pass up the opportunity. Even if it is here," you explain.
"What happened tonight?" Frank asks the question he's had on the tip of his tongue since he first saw you. He knew you being here alone could only mean one thing.
"Same thing that always happens, Frank. I'm a stain on the family's pristine reputation. I need to move up or marry up in the world and stop embarrassing them with the demeaning work I do." You shake your head at the absurdity of it all.
"Your family is a piece of work," he shakes his head and shifts a little closer to you.
"Tell me about it " you roll your eyes.
"Of course, you know about mine. No room to talk."
You laugh and salute him with your glass, eyeing him as he leans in closer.
"You could always start dating me. That would give them another reason to look down on you," Frank winks.
"Oh no, they'd love that. Evelyn Adler's son! The brother of the brilliant mathematician that solved Navier-Stokes. What excellent stock to produce grandchildren from," you roll your eyes.
"Are you serious?" Franks asks incredulously.
"I don't know," you shrug.
"Is that why you were never interested in me?"
"What?" Your confused stare makes him chuckle.
"I mean, you always kept me at arms length. We'd always talk but you rarely flirted back whenever I saw you at Ferg's," Frank elbows you playfully.
"Pfft, you never flirted with me. Besides, you were looking for a one-nighter and that's not my style. You knew that," you look down at your glass, a little embarrassed.
"What if I had wanted more than that?" Frank asks.
"Frank, we both know that the only person you could commit to then was Mary. She took up your whole life except for Friday nights. That's all you had to give to anyone."
"Yeah," Frank sips his drink while staring into the distance. "Yeah, that's true. Still true in some ways."
"Just some ways?" You raise your eyebrow and shift a little closer to him.
"Yeah. Mary still takes up most of my time but…" he trails off, looking away.
"But what?" You prompt, forcing his gaze back to yours.
"But now I'm ready. I want to have the same person on those Friday nights. Eventually, in between Friday nights, too."
"What? Frank Adler is ready to commit!?!" You tease him.
"Yeah, I am," Frank scratches the back of his neck as if a little bit embarrassed.
"Anyone made the cut?"
"I was dating a teacher, Mary's teacher, for a while but it didn't really pan out."
"Sounds complicated," your lips twist.
"It was,” Frank chuckles.
"What about now?"
"Hadn't really been anyone who caught my attention until recently," Frank’s gaze makes your stomach drop.
"Do tell. Who's caught your eye recently?" You ask.
"Old acquaintance. Showed up out of nowhere. I hear she might even be moving back to town soon."
"Frank," you roll your eyes at his insinuation, trying to hide how you really feel.
"You really never realized I was flirting with you?"
"You never flirted with me!" Your mouth gapes in disbelief.
"Only every single time I saw you," Frank looks at you with raised eyebrows.
"No, you… We were just friends. You never-" cutting yourself off, you look back on the times over the years you ran into Frank. He was always sweet, solicitous but not flirtatious. He always complimented you but it was just him being nice. He- shit, you realize what an idiot you are. Frank seems to see the realization on your face and smirks.
"It's not Friday. Where is Mary?" You ask suddenly.
Frank seems caught off guard by the question,"Uh, Roberta has her for the night so I could work late. I needed to have that boat repair done by the morning. Why?"
Draining your glass and setting it on the table, you lean into Frank. His arms immediately go around you. Putting your lips close to his you say quietly, "It's not Friday so I won't be one of your Friday Night girls."
Frank looks at you with a grin, "Shouldn't I take you on a date first? If we're gonna do this right?"
"Frank," you say coyly, "we're the renegades. We do things our own way. Sometimes completely backwards."
"I have some backwards moves I can show you," he teases, nudging your nose with his.
You straighten, smile at him, and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Then let's get started."
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Weird ish question but what are the Chris Evans characters of his that you think are hairy? Like what ones do you think have hairy asses, ect. Yk?
Not weird at all!! Alright...how are CE characters groomed? Let's get into it;
Steve Rogers:
I think Steve Rogers at first would be perfectly shaven (not waxed, he is far too scared to let anyone strange near his bits)
but Infinity War Steve....oooh that man is definitely hairy
Just imagine it: He has been on the run. His beard is growing, and his hair is a mess
He barely has time for/access to showers, so he doesn't have time to shave
definitely hairy all over
Ari Levinson:
hairiest mf alive
no questions asked
Especially if we are going timeline accurate
70s bush babe
Hairy face, hairy balls, hairy ass
No wonder you call him 'bear' all the time
Nick Grant:
DEFINITELY hairy
All over
Just look at that scruffy face???
Colin Shea:
might shave every once in a while but I don’t think he cares enough to go all the way back there
so I think he gets a bit hairy from time to time
Frank Adler:
hairy too, no doubt
This guy gives me big stinky man vibes but like in a good way
Trims his bush every once in a while
But definitely can't be bothered to go past his crotch
Hairy balls/butt for sure
Andy Barber:
hmm
this is a hard one (no pun intended)
I mean....his name is Barber
He is a fuzzy teddybear but he is always well groomed
Like??? That beard??? Perfection.
I think he might trim as well
Just to keep everything tidy
....might let his partner give him a wax if he's had enough beers and he feels playful enough
Jake Jensen:
seems like the type to try and shave before a date
because he is embarrassed and wants to look clean and well-groomed
accidentally cuts himself while shaving
gets even more embarrassed because now he walks funny
Luckily you find it charming lol
Lets his partner give him waxes every once in a while
gets embarrassed AGAIN when he gets hard and discovers he has a tiny bit of a pain kink
(I have a filthy brain sorry)
Johnny Storm:
Another difficult one
I think he trims
proud owner of a delicious happy trail
Lloyd Hansen:
my favourite mustache man
He is shaved but he always has some weird shit like a lightning bold
Pornstar looking ass
Gets you to give him waxes because he likes the pain
he is just a filthy little man with no sense of shame
like at all
Ransom Drysdale:
This motherfucker gets waxed every couple of weeks
At the salon where you work
Asks for you specifically every single time
Doesn't even try to hide his boners
Pete Brenner:
Kinda same vibes as Ransom
Definitely feel like he'd be hairless down there
Also feel like his explanation would be that it makes his huge cock look ever bigger
He would go to the gym a lot and book weekly appointments at a wax salon to show off his “perfect body”
Shamelessly flirts with the employees
Tries to get a happy end every time
A/N: alrighty I enjoyed this way more than I should have jhdiugudbua let me know what you think besties...
and THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!! *mwaaa*
#gummydummy19#fanfiction#fluff#smut#body hair#chris evans#steve rogers#ari levinson#pete brenner#ransom drysdale#lloyd hansen#johnny storm
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Sliding Into Home - A Frank Adler AU
Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)
Synopsis:
After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.
* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**
Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks
AN: This is my new series I'm starting next week! I hope you all will like this one. Tagging my usual tag list but please let me know if you would like to be added or removed!
Taglist: @patzammit @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @tinkerbelle67 @before-we-get-started @bunnyforhim
Master List and Preview below:
Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium. It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life. He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant. She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is. There was zero chance of Frank being interested. His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.
As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.”
“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table.
“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.
“How was the move?”
“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”
“Nanny?”
“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?”
“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”
Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”
More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.
“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client. She’s sending in their new associate.”
Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team. The conference room door opens and Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.
Fuck.
He looks at the brunette that walked in.
she’s definitely not supposed to be here.
What the FUCK!
Abby Hernandez, his ex-girlfriend, love of his life, walked into the room.
It Doesn't Stay In Vegas
The Future is West
Are You Sure We Aren’t Going Crazy
You Were Enough; You Are Everything
Fastballs and Fiancés
You Left Me
Take Your Niece to Work Day
Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?
Wanna Feel Safe Again
Maybe I should Have Ducked?
When It All Falls Apart
WTF Just Happened!
D N A: Diane Nicole Adler
Not Just a Pretty Face
It's A Ruff Life
Status: All Star
Since When is Ice Cream Evil
On the Hunt for Mike Weiss
The Next Adventure
A Bump in the Road
Unexpected Surprises
For Reasons Unknown...
Evidence, Emotions, Whatever
Trial By Fire
The One With the World Series
Oh Captain! My Captain!
Finale
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the kissing booth
summary: mary sets you and frank up
pairing: frank adler x teacher!reader
word count: 941
warnings: meet cute, maybe a little awkward, let's not question why there's a kissing booth at a school fair, mary being her genius self, frank's pov
a/n: here is day 8 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt meeting each other at a kissing booth!! thanks to your local gifted fanatic @pellucid-constellations for telling me this is not, in fact, a pile of shit. enjoy <3
Mary was on a mission, apparently. She had been acting suspicious since they got out of the car, and Frank had a feeling she was plotting something. As she pulled him through the school fair without even stopping to say hello to her friends, he knew he was in trouble.
Especially when she stopped right in front of the one booth he would have avoided all night if not for her. The Kissing Booth.
She bounced on her toes, smiling up at him innocently as she dragged him into the line, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to peer through the crowd and get a glimpse of who was working.
His heart did a little stutter when he saw it was you standing behind the rickety wood. You were Mary’s 2nd grade teacher, new to the school, and Mary had not so subtly been trying to get Frank to ask you out since the start of the year.
It started with her bringing you up nearly every day, talking about how pretty and nice and clearly single you were, which Frank promptly ignored because he wasn’t about to be set up by an eight year old. Then she conveniently left the computer open to your staff profile on the school’s website. And when that still didn’t work, she printed out your picture and stuck it on his door, complete with red hearts drawn around your face.
So, yeah, Frank shouldn’t have been surprised that this is where her plotting ended up, and he should definitely have gotten out of line before he actually had to talk to you and fall right into Mary’s trap. But looking at you interacting with all the kids, giving them a peck on the cheek and watching with bright amusement as they ran away giggling, was mesmerizing.
Then suddenly he was right in front of you and it was too late to get out of the whole ordeal. And Mary looked absolutely pleased with herself from where she stood just off to the side of the booth.
“Hi, you must be Frank,” you said, sticking your hand out across the slab of wood for him to shake. “Mary has talked about you. A lot.”
You gave Mary a little side eye, and it was apparent that she was working on setting you all up from both ends.
“Likewise.” His legs wobbled at the feel of your hand in his, and he could smell the floral perfume you were wearing. Maybe Mary had a point.
There were a few awkward seconds where you both continued to stare at each other, still shaking hands, without saying a word. Frank didn’t know how long he could have looked into your eyes like that, but Mary not-so-subtly cleared her throat and you both jumped back just a hair, realizing what you were doing.
He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, content with just stuffing a few bills in the jar on the makeshift counter and taking Mary wherever she wanted to go next, but you wouldn’t let him walk away.
“At least let me give you a kiss on the cheek,” you insisted. “You paid for it after all.”
Was that flirting? Were you flirting with him right now? Mary was going to be riding this high until she graduated.
He sighed playfully. “I guess I can do that. Wouldn’t want you to lose your job.”
You giggled at that and his heart soared. He wasn’t willing to dissect the reason you caused him to act like he was back in grade school, so he turned his head, waiting for your soft lips to meet his cheek.
But as you leaned across the counter, barely an inch away from his skin, Mary called his name urgently. His head jerked in her direction and instead of a peck on the cheek, your lips collided with his.
Neither of you moved for a moment, shocked into stillness. He shouldn’t be doing this - not with Mary’s teacher, not at her school fair - but he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss the slightest bit. You relaxed into him, clearly reciprocating, before pulling away with a smile.
“Well now every customer is going to be expecting that.” You sounded a little dazed, and he definitely wasn’t any better.
“I’m hoping I’m special.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he could immediately feel the blush spread across his face. “I mean -”
“Trust me, no one else is going to be getting that kind of service.” Your smile was infectious and, even with his face still burning hot, Frank couldn’t help but return it.
All of a sudden he felt a tiny kick to the back of his leg, and turned to see one of Mary’s classmates standing behind him with a scowl on his face.
“Get a move on, buddy. We all wanna talk to Miss L/N.” And, okay, the line was getting pretty long. Frank held up his hands in apology, turning to tell you goodbye before he pulled Mary away.
When he faced you again, you had reached into your bag below the counter, grabbing a marker and his hand, and scrawled something into his skin.
“Maybe Mary has a point,” was all you said before waving him off, greeting the student with another dazzling smile.
“What did she write?” Mary asked. “I bet it was her number.”
Sure enough, there were 10 digits on the back of his hand, and when he turned to look at you again, you just gave him a wink.
Maybe Mary did have a point.
#frank adler#frank adler fic#frank adler x reader#frank x reader#gifted#gifted movie#chris evans#sweet summer blurbs#tiff writes#the kissing booth
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Best friends, with grumpy and sunshine trope please 🥺🥺🥺 With Frank Adler or Curtis (grumpy) ; or reverse, grumpy female reader and Sweet boy Hayden or Jake Jensen
Thank you and send you flowers 🌹🌹🌹
“Good morning, sunshine! Have your usual.” He’s beaming and hands your coffee over the counter with a grin that comes at the chagrin of his older by one minute, brother.
“How are you so chipper in the morning? Its insane.” Your bite and your snark only makes him smile wider, appreciative of your grumpy attitude.
He thinks of you as some cute little grumpy bunny he’s going to befriend and win over. Nothing you do or say breaks his spirit, and its been more than a few weeks since he’s been trying to win a date with you.
“I’m a morning person, grumpy. Notice my number on the side?” He winks, aiding his mission to get a date with his bright eyes. “Consider it now?”
“Do you always ask out girls at your parents coffee shop?” You question, sipping that sweet coffee mixture.
“Only if they’re scary,” you want to wince but find yourself smiling instead, “scary beautiful.”
“Ha ha-“
“Hey jackass. Quit flirting and make my damn coffee.” The comment is raised and a figurative record scratches as his smile falls, and you turn on your heel.
“How about you swallow your narcissistic ego and remember that the world doesn’t revolve around you.” Your eyes narrow and your lips curl as you scowl.
“Sunshine-“ he tries to come to your defence but seeing you standing up for him halts the process.
“You little-“
“Bitch? Is that what you’re gonna say?” You roll your eyes and scoff, blowing a raspberry in his direction. “Get a life and stop yelling at the barista.”
The guy falls silent and you turn back as he leans on the counter and smiled bashfully.
“I’m free Friday.”
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Always You: Part. 2
A/N: Holy shit! Is this an update!? But seriously, Sorry for the delay! I haven’t had the time to get this second part going. But I do hope y’all enjoy!
AU Actor Frank Adler x Reader, Frank Adler x Bonnie and Jarred Perry.
I would like to thank my lovely peeps!
@princessofdarkwinter you know I love you and as always.... thank you!
@hollybee8917 you know why! love you babes!
You stood behind Jarred as he stood in front of you and his arms held you back. You can hear Frank telling Jarred to back off.
“I said, back off, Jarred,” Frank said as he got near him, trying to get near you. Your heart started beating fast, and you prayed that he wouldn’t get near you. You didn’t want anything to do with him until you were ready to face him.
And you weren’t ready.
“Frank, it’s clear that she doesn’t want to be near you. I suggest you return to wherever you came from and leave her alone.” Jarred said.
There was a big pause, "Sweetheart, I love you."
You heard his footsteps, and they soon faded away. Jarred turned around, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"Jarred, I want to-"
"Go home? That I can arrange." Jarred finished for you, and you quickly looked up at him.
"You can stay here. I'll be fine; I'll catch an Uber." You said. Jarred sighed.
"That is out of the question. I'll take you home and make sure you are safe. No woman is allowed to go home by themselves." Jarred said, leading you toward the exit.
"Jarred, it’s-"
"Nope, plus, this party isn't as fun. You wanted to argue, but you didn’t have your emotional strength. I'd rather be home with Bugger and have a nice iced cold beer." Jarred said as he took his phone out and called the driver.
“Fine,” You said.
The car came around in just a few moments and Jarred opened the door. He let you in first, and then he climbed in. The vehicle left the venue, and you sighed.
"You know, the food wasn't all that great."
You laughed, "Yea, I know. Are you hinting at something?
Jarrod laughed, "I think I am."
"Charles, can you take us to In and Out?" Jarred called out to his driver. The driver nodded and went to the nearest In and Out.
"I never heard how you and Frank even got together." Jarred asked. You were looking out the window and turned to face him.
"Me and Frank?" You asked, and Jarred nodded. You smiled as the happier times came flowing through your mind.
"Frank and I were sophomores at USC. I was in PR management, and he's a Performing Arts and English Major. I was out with Diana, and she wanted to see this play at the Mary Pickford Theater. So I went. Diana BF at the time was in the cast, so we went backstage. Where he was, we didn’t interact, just a few glances here and there."
"Let me guess, and he asked you on a date after?"
You laughed.
"No, not until Diana and I went together to a bar downtown. There he was with some of the performers out having a drink. A girl was horribly flirting with him, and I noticed. Diana pushed me towards him, noticing him glancing at me for help, and I pretended to be his lady." You said with a smile.
"So, it's been 8 or 7 years together?" Jarred asked. You let out a small sigh and looked at him.
"Yeah, and engaged for two years."
Jarred shook his head, "That's unheard of in Hollywood."
"Yea, I know." You quietly said as your hand rubbed against your bare left ring finger.
A minute later, the SUV pulled up into the drive-thru. Jarred then rolled down the window and turned to you.
"The usual?" He asked. You smiled and nodded. Jarred giggled and turned to the menu.
"Yes, I'll have a Cheeseburger Animal Style, with extra grilled onions. Make that a combo with Animal Style Fries, Unsweetened Iced Tea, and a Strawberry and Chocolate Milk Shake."
After ordering his food and having a million girls almost screaming as he got the order, his driver pulled out and headed towards your house in Studio City.
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Frank’s POV
Frank stood in the same spot as he watched Jarred walk away with you. Anger raised as he watched Jarred place his arm around your shoulders. Since the beginning of time, Frank had never liked Jarred. He understood the friendship you and Jarred had, but he didn’t like the man.
“Frank?” He heard, distracting his thoughts, and turned around to see Janice.
“Was that Y/N?” Janice asked, hopeful in her voice. Frank sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
“Yea, which was her, and she was with Jarred,” Frank said.
“Well, that’s a shame; I still need to talk to her,” Janice said. Frank groaned and let out a loud sigh.
“Janice, you're the one that made me go into this bull shit PR crap,” Frank yelled as he placed his hands on his hips.
“Oh, come on now! Bonnie needs to have her new movie promoted, and you need to have your name kept in public, and don’t forget-”
“Just because I’m the next IT MAN for this summer doesn’t mean I have to be with someone everyone hates!” Frank yelled.
“And to be seen with Y/N? Honey, I know you love her, but she can’t be the one! It needs to be someone that everyone-”
“You know what, Janice, just shut your trap hole!” Frank yelled and walked out of the balcony. He can hear Janice yelling for him but ignores her and continues to walk.
As he got to the front of the hotel, the valet went to get his Audi, and he was off. Once on the road, Frank, without thinking, started driving to the one place he hadn't been to in a long time.
Pulling up into a gated community, he placed the code in and continued to drive. Continuing through the familiar neighborhood, Frank went farther down the road and to the house in the middle of the cul de sac.
He parked his car across the street and walked up the driveway. Her car was there, but the lights were still out, meaning she was not home yet. He let out a sigh and debated whether or not he should go in or not. Technically they aren’t together anymore, but still, he loves her and needs to speak to her.
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"I still cannot believe that you still remember my food orders after so long working with you." You said, laughing.
Jarred let out a loud chuckle and looked toward you.
"You're more than just my PR Y/N. You're my good friend and have always been there for me." Jarred said. You felt yourself blush and playfully pushed him.
"Stop it you!" You said, playfully hitting him. Jarred faked hurt, and you flipped him off. Before he could speak, the SUV pulled up into your driveway.
Jarred reached over to you and hugged you.
"Now, tomorrow is Saturday. That means no work and relaxation." Jarred told you as he got out and opened the door for you.
“Hopefully, I can, but thanks for accompanying me,” you said, kissing him on the cheek. Jarred watches you enter the door, holding onto your purse and food. You turn the lock and open the door, waving Jarred goodbye as he gets back into the car, and the driver drives off.
You managed to open the door to your house and walked in. Locking it behind you, you headed to your kitchen and turned on the lights.
When you opened the lights, a figure stood up from the couch, and you screamed.
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7, 9, 15 💛
hiiii nika 🥺🫶🏻💕💕
7. who you relate to
oh, hmm... off the top of my head - elinor from sense & sensibility. there's a great quote from austen about how she's the comforter of others, even when she's in an equal or more amount of distress and that's just how i've been living for the last decade. im full of emotions, i feel so much, but living practically and caring about others instead of myself is just... easier? more right? idk
9. who you would take to a ren faire
there are too many good options. i want to see ransom in his fancy get-up bc u know if he's gonna go, he'll look spectacular (i think he's a bit of a fantasy/history fiction nerd deep down inside) and jake would look cute in a ranger/robin hood look.
but out of everyone, i'd choose steve!! i think he'd enjoy the arts & crafts vendors, eating the food, watching jousts 🥺 and he wouldn't feel too out of place bc we're all pretending to be in a different era anyways.
15. to go out to drinks with
sooooo I don't drink? but I would happily have a cranberry soda while frank adler sips his beer 😌 he feels safe to be around and i don't think i'd have to carry him out of the bar. just some casual chatting, lots of bar food, and light flirting 😖💕💕
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Pairing: Frank Adler x fem!Reader
Summary: Meeting Frank at a bar and somehow managing to chip away at his aloof exterior.
Warnings: Implied age gap, alcohol consumption, leaving the bar with a stranger, implied smut maybe?
Word count: ~1,400
a/n: First time writing for Frank alert!!! You guys asked very nicely for this, so I hope it’s ok!!
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Two rounds into bingo, you couldn't help but steal glances down the long table toward the man sitting at the end who looked like he would rather be anywhere else at that moment. You could tell he was there with a group of guys because they'd reel him into their conversation every so often, but he quickly retreated back into himself each time, slowly nursing his beer as he marked his bingo card.
Hearing one of your friends call your name, you finally looked back toward them, looking down at their cards too so you could catch up.
“Instead of staring, go flirt with him so he'll buy us drinks,” she dared, holding up her empty cup for emphasis. “I can't keep spending $12 for a vodka whatever-the-hell I’ve been drinking.”
“Yeah right,” you scoffed, keeping your head down, missing the glares they gave you.
“Oh, look!” She shouted, and you finally looked up. “He's headed to the bar right now! Take one for the team, Y/N, come on.”
The rest of your group heckled you too, repeating “come on” until you finally rolled your eyes, and slowly got up from the table. “Keep your eyes on my card for me then,” you sighed, handing your dabber to the closest person to you.
Sneaking in beside him at the bar, he didn't pay you any mind at first.
“Um, hi–” you shouted over the music to get his attention, and he finally turned his head toward you. “I–”
“Oh, sorry, did you–” He was backing up to make room for you before he could finish his question. “Did I cut you off?”
“No, no,” you laughed, pleasantly surprised at how nice he seemed compared to what you expected after watching him sulk at his end of the table. “So– my friends dared me to flirt with you so you'd buy us drinks,” you explained instead of going through with it. He looked confused, but definitely amused, subtly searching the crowd for who you were talking about. “Hey!” You playfully swatted his arm. “Don't look at them!”
“Okay,” he laughed a little, not needing any more persuasion from you, so he gestured toward the bartender, letting you order the drinks so he could pay for them.
A couple games later when you needed refills again, you just offered to buy them, set on not doing anymore fake flirting for the night, albeit not having followed through the first time.
Standing there waiting for a bartender to notice you, a voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Second round?” he wondered, and winked at you when you turned to look at him.
“No– Well, yeah, but I’m paying this time,” you clarified. “Also this is definitely round, like, four.”
He wasn't having it though, placing a hand over yours to keep you from handing your money over once you had finally ordered them. “No you're not.” He was quick to reach for his wallet instead. “Have you considered getting friends who buy their own drinks,” he joked, helping you situate the cups in your hands so you could get back to your table.
“They're just fucking with me,” you shrugged. “Always say I'm too shy, so they push me when we go out.”
“There's nothing wrong with being shy though,” he smiled, and you felt your cheeks and chest flush warm. “Good luck on these last few games.”
Your group howled and clapped for you when you got back to the table, having seen him pay again. They secretly made it their mission to set you up with him after that, so they told you to go thank him for them.
You knew they wouldn't shut up until you did, so you made your way down the table and awkwardly tapped him on the shoulder.
“They–” You pointed to them. “–wanted me to tell you thanks again.” He just chuckled, and waved at them. “What's your name, by the way?”
“Frank,” he nodded, holding his hand out for you to shake.
“Y/N,” you replied, taking his hand.
“You wanna sit here a while?” he shouted, scooting over to make room for you to slip into the chair next to him.
A quick glance toward your friends who had already averted their attention, and you knew they'd be fine without you for a bit. “Sure!”
Neither of you knew what to say, but he did give you one of his extra bingo cards, so you both sat there silently following along, until he came up with something. “So what do you do?”
“Law school,” you shouted.
“Wow, yikes,” he cringed. “Good for you, smarty pants.”
“Yeah, sure," you laughed, holding up your cup. “It’s why I drink.”
“Fair,” he smiled.
“Are you doing well? I'm not winning shit.”
“Hell no,” he shook his head, pointing to all his losing cards. “Don't wanna be the idiot who has to yell bingo across the place either though, so it's ok.”
“Well, it looks like you're doing well on this one,” you acknowledged, leaning over to get a better look. “Only need one more.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, the announcer called Frank’s missing number, but he didn't mark it.
“Uh, hey!” You bumped your shoulder against his. “Pay attention. You got it.”
“Oh God,” he muttered, realizing you were right. “I'll let someone else have it, it's fine.”
“No way– BINGO,” you called out loudly for him, pointing at him. “BINGO.”
He gave you a pitiful look as everyone looked his way and his buddies jokingly booed him. “You suck,” he mouthed as he finally got up to take his card and get whatever gimmicky prize they were giving out that night. “So much for you being shy.”
Giving him a wink, you cocked your head and took another sip of your drink like nothing happened.
You couldn't help but annoy him when he sat back down, asking excitedly what they gave him.
“Gift card for pizza,” he snorted, tucking it in his wallet, convinced he’d never use it.
After one more round of neither of you doing well, he leaned closer to you so he wouldn't have to yell so loud. “You wanna get out of here?”
Feeling his breath fanning your ear had you biting the inside of your lip. You glanced at him to make sure he wasn't kidding, and he looked serious enough, so you nodded, “Sure.”
Figuring you should let everyone know so they didn't think you got murdered, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to text one of them.
Y/N: His name’s Frank, by the way.
Y/N: And I'm leaving with him.
Well on your way out the door by then, you didn't see her head shoot up to look for you.
Best friend 👯♀️: Go bitch!!!
Best friend 👯♀️: Wait. “Frank” though? 🥴🥴
Best friend 👯♀️: Babe, you have to moan that. You didn't think that far ahead did you?
By the time that last text came through, you were in his truck with him. Replying quickly with Shut up lol, you let out a deep breath and leaned your head back. You definitely weren't laughing, the reality of the situation hitting you once you were out of the noisy bar.
He could sense you were nervous as he pulled out of the parking lot. “You okay?” He looked toward you. “Sorry, was I too straightforward asking if you wanted to get out of there– I'm not–”
“No, no,” you tried to assure him. “It's okay. I just didn't think this far ahead and I'm– I don't usually, actually ever, leave with a guy I just met…”
“Hm,” he hummed. “And I don't usually, actually ever, leave with a pretty girl I just met…” You turned your face toward the window so he wouldn't see the smile you were trying to suppress. “There are two versions of how the night goes now, you know. The movie version or my version."
“Okay…” You dragged the word out. “I know the movie version, but what's your version?”
“We go somewhere to eat because I'm starving,” he groaned loudly, rubbing a hand against his stomach. “And then we just see what happens.”
“I see,” you laughed at him. “I like your version, I think.”
“Good choice.”
“We can use that gift card,” you reminded him.
“Well, shit. You are smart,” he teased. “And to think I was just going to let someone else win that…”
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Following Team Orders ~ A Steve Rogers -Formula One AU
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams
Formula One
It's the top of the top, best of the best, most intense racing in the world. There are only 20 drivers at a time that can race. 10 teams that get sponsored. Twenty-three tracks around the world to test the skills of these drivers and crown one champion.
No woman has ever won a race.
And Liv is given a chance to prove them wrong.
After Bucky Barnes, a driver for Red Bull, is injured at Bahrain, Olivia Williams has the chance of a lifetime: be one of six female Formula One drivers in the history of the sport. Liv has been racing since she was 5 and she takes the opportunity to become one of the elite 20 drivers in the world. Bucky sees her potential. His racing partner does not.
Steve Rogers is the number 2 driver in the world behind his chief rival, Ransom Drysdale. He thought this would be his year, racing with his best friend Bucky and taking on rival Mercedes. Until Bucky is hurt during the first race of the year. They are bringing in a rookie to complete the team. And Steve is not happy. Because a woman has never succeeded in this sport, and he sure isn't going to let the beautiful and tenacious Olivia bring his year down.
Now, he has one year, 23 races, two rivals and one attraction that could make or break his chances at the championship. They just need to follow team orders. But will they be able to when they take a chance at following their own hearts?
Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! Smut (eventually), car crashes, death, degrading speeches, a mean Steve Rogers, an even meaner Ransom Drysdale, fluff
Chapters:
Bahrain
Saudia Arabia
Australia
Emilia Romagna
Miami
Monaco
Montreal
Silverstone
Austria
France
Series Break
Spa-Francorchamps
Netherlands
Monza
Sochi
Singapore
Austin
Mexico City
Las Vegas
Sao Paolo
Sao Paolo - Part 2
Abu Dhabi
Epilogue
One Shot: He's a Yankee Doodle Sweetheart; but She's his Yankee Doddle Girl
Cast
Olivia Williams (Gal Gadot) – rookie driver for Red Bull, youngest daughter of racing legend David Williams
Steve Rogers - veteran driver for Red Bull
James "Bucky" Barnes – veteran driver for Red Bull, injured in first race and becomes Olivia's crew chief
Andy Barber – team principal Red Bull
Ransom Drysdale – principal driver, Mercedes, Olivia's former boyfriend
Lance Tucker – second driver, Mercedes
Lloyd Hansen – owner, Mercedes
Sam Wilson – Steve's crew chief and other best friend
Frank Adler – Olivia's best friend and mechanic- team Red Bull
Johnny Storm – shameless flirt – driver – team Ferrari
I will start posting this one once a week on Wednesdays! I'm adding in my normal tag list but please let me know if you want to be added or removed
Taglist:
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Steve Rogers Masterlist
Cuckolding
Must Be So Tired
I Can See You
Mark My Territory - Captain Hydra
When I Hear Your Name
Part 2
Just Pull the Trigger
All or Nothing at All COMING SOON - Steve Rogers always doubted your feelings for him. He was supposed to be your everything, but he fell for someone else. Bucky Barnes was supposed to be your best friend, and nothing more. Good thing they both got lost in time. Or did the?
A Losing Hand - Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?
A Snowflake Melts - Your ex Jack O'Malley is an unscrupulous man. An excellent bounty hunter that comes alive in winter. He is winter. He terrifies you. Running away from him and your family, because even they couldn't keep you safe from the winter chill itself, you find yourself in a remote area. Living alone for almost a year when your new neighbor Steve Rogers arrives. He was curious instantly, and you were smitten just as quickly. Can you and Steve deny each other all winter long? And what will the other seasons bring? Will it bring you real true love?
Captain/Soldier - When Steve Rogers is on the run, what’s his girlfriend to do when after a year she’s had no response from him? Well, she gets in a relationship with Soldier Boy….
Desperate Affairs - Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lying?
The End As It Begins COMING SOON - You are cordially invited to this season’s marriage market. Becoming the rare and sweet Rose of the Ball. Just the perfect and chaste eligible bachelorette. Bring your dance card, and search for the perfect match. Will it be the General Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers the Duke of Lavenham, Lord Dean Winchester, or Prince Charles Brandon. You have caught all their eyes. But be careful, they’re not the only ones watching. Lady Rose Waterton is also watching and reporting on the gossip of the evening. Make sure you have your chaperone…
Entangled Lust - Beyond frustrated with Frank Adler, you go in search of a way to work off some of that pent up aggression. Finding yourself right in the midst of the mysterious Bucky Barnes. He was patient and kind. Listened to your wants and needs, at first. You knew you shouldn’t have got involved with your student’s guardian, but you and Frank couldn’t stay away from each other, until Bucky.
Hear That Whippoorwill COMING SOON - Going back to the mountains. You didn’t even realize you had ever been there. But when your last relative in those mountains dies, you were left with everything, including all the family secrets. Now there was too many rules; stay out of the woods, that bridge is dangerous, black cats are bad luck, don’t listen to the whippoorwill, girl. Too late. And now Steve has finally found you. He won’t stop trying to get you, until the curse is finally broke, and now you’re here....
Just Like the Caged Bird - You are a widow who moves back to her husband’s hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law’s garage. Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.
Keys in Your Ignition - Caught up in a sexual relationship with your father’s Vice President, and trying to not get caught. Blind to everything else that’s going on in the club, and even your old crush, Bucky Barnes. Not even noticing your brother and best friend flirting, until your father suddenly passes, and things in the club drastically change.
The Legends of Collingswood Glade - Deep into the woods, and past the veil is a beautiful place. Beautiful but dangerous. Faeries are not to be trusted, and in their world rules often change. Each court is different, but one rules them all...
Man Out of Time - After Charlie’s parents died in a car crash she moved in with her Uncle Clint and Aunt Laura Barton. Clint helped her work through her pain by training her. She knew his job and knew where he was going the times he would leave. One day Clint and her friend Nat appear at the farm to ask her if she’s interested in joining the Avengers. Charlie doesn’t hesitate to join, but she’s nervous about meeting everyone. Especially Steve Rogers. Once her and Steve meet it’s instant that they are both clearly attracted to one another. Charlie wants to protect the man, and will follow him anywhere. Will he cause her more problems or is a good fit for her? What happens when she meets his best friend, Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier?
The North Princess & the Seven Men - You are betrothed to Prince Charles, but what happens when he doesn’t want someone so pure, he tests your want to marry him by being corrupted by the seven men who have vowed to protect you.
There Goes My Life - Steve was your weakness. He was the person you loved the most, and then he was on the run. You had tried to tell him something important, and then the blip happened, and you weren’t able to. But your secret sure was able to tell him. Now Steve has to navigate this new life, plus find comfort for himself. But he never gives up on somehow being able to change what is going on in the world.
What’s Wrong & What’s Right - You were the perfect Omega. Soft, quiet, ready to please an Alpha, but you were used for the folly of desperate Betas. Betas who wanted to treat an Omega like they were the Alpha. Nick Fowler kept you mostly guarded. You were his golden star, never been sullied by an Alpha...and then there was Johnny Storm.
Your Mark On Me - When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No matter what the cost.
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What about “You’re smarter than you look.” “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?” With Frank Adler?!! ❤️
Oooo this one is fun too! You guys are spoiling me with awesome prompts!
I’m accepting prompts thru July 4, 2021 for drabbles and moodboards. More information in this post.
Title: Frankie the Fancy Math Guy
Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: suggestive
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
You have a rule, you don't accept drinks from random guys at bars. So when a good looking guy sat down in the stool one over from yours wearing an atrocious yellow Hawaiian shirt and offered to buy you a drink, you politely said no.
To your complete surprise, he nodded his head in acceptance and started a conversation with the bartender. Ignoring you completely.
Was it a game? you wondered as you focused on the TV above the bar. You didn't care about the sport that was playing, but you didn't want to encourage the guy if he was ignoring you so you'd talked to him.
"Frankie," a voice called from somewhere else in the bar. "I need your help settling a bet."
The man, Frankie, sighed before turning his back to the bar. "What's the bet this time, George?" he asked.
"Joe here doesn't believe that you can do that fancy math in your head," George told him.
Turning, you saw that both George and Joe were men likely in their 70s and they were both wearing Hawaiian shirts, too.
Must be a theme night, you thought.
"George, I thought we talked about how you weren't going to use me and my brain to get free beers anymore," Frankie said in a half scolding tone.
"This is the last time, I promise," George told him.
Then George's eyes landed on you.
"Besides, maybe you'll impress the pretty lady and she'll let you buy her a drink," he added.
Frankie glanced at you and raised his eyebrow.
Slightly embarrassed by being put on the spot, you lamely said, "It depends on how fancy the math is."
Frankie grinned and then turned his attention back to George. "Alright, give me your worst," he said.
For the next fifteen minutes, George and other people in the bar called out random equations that Frankie successfully calculated in his brain and answered in rapid fire. All the while, the bartender double checked the numbers, ultimately declaring that Frankie was correct.
"Alright, alright," Frankie said with a laugh. "I'm done. I need another beer." Returning to his barstool, he shot a glance at you. "Was that fancy enough for you?"
You simply nodded your head, still impressed with his ability to calculate such complicated math in his head.
"You're smarter than you look." The words tumbled out before you could stop them and you slapped your hand over your mouth.
Frankie threw back his head and laughed. "Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?" he finally asked.
"I'm so sorry," you said.
"Don't be," Frankie replied before holding out his hand. "I'm Frank Adler."
You told him your name as you shook his hand. "Do your friends call you Frankie?"
"George calls me Frankie," Frank replied, he pulled an annoyed face but shrugged at the same time. "His grandson's name is Frank, too, and he calls him Frankie. I tried to get him to just call me Frank, but no go."
"I think it's suits that Hawaiian shirt," you teased, nodding your head towards the blinding article of clothing.
"It's Hawaiian night and this is the only one I could find," Frank explained. "My niece thought it was ok..."
"It's very bright," you said, cautiously.
"Just like my intelligence," Frank flirted. "Good thing I have my looks to fall back on."
"Oh shut up," you said with a laugh.
As the night wore on, you and Frank left the bar and found a private booth to talk in. You found him charming and easy to talk to.
"You wanna get out of here?" he asked, eventually.
"Yes, but only if you take off that shirt," you replied.
"Is that you way of saying you want to see me naked?" He asked, flirtatiously. "Because that can be arranged." He wiggled his eyebrows and you swatted his arm.
Once he got you back to his place, you did get to see him naked and you realized that he really was a hot as he was smart.
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My time to shine lmao
Black Ops Cold War Character Sexuality Headcanons
Our opinions might not match but let's all be civil to each other! We're all a big lovely family 😭🖤
NATO
Russell Adler : Bisexual, preference for men, especially after his divorce. He felt like a relationship with a woman wasn't what he truly desired.
John Baker : Closeted Homosexual. His family was most likely full of stereotypes so he tried to swallow his true desires.
Lawrence Sims : Pan. Big Pan Vibes. Probably trying to get Baker to come out as well.
Lazar Azouley : Heterosexual, huge LGBT supporter
Helen Park : Bisexual, preference for women yet Lazar's an exception.
Jason Hudson : Probably Pan but won't admit anything. He's a big mystery
Alex Mason : Bi, had no idea until Vorkuta and well, Woods later on
Frank Woods : Bi, figured it out during his early military days. Loves Alex Mason with all his heart and soul but never truly admitted it, afraid he might ruin their friendship
Grigori Weaver : Bi, loves men and women and supports everyone. Grigori my beloved
Dimitri Belikov : Probably Asexual but supports everyone with love, affection and hugs
Zeyna Ossou : Heterosexual, yet not really looking for a relationship. Loves only Formula One and other race cars. Okay, maybe Bulldozer too.
Wyatt "Bulldozer" Jones : Bi, preference to women, extremely cute and sweet to everyone.
Samantha Maxis : Not sure, I think Bisexual with a preference to women
Raptor One : Bisexual, preference to men and a certain Grigori Weaver.
Kwan Song : Heterosexual, is cute, loves everyone equally.
Jason Hunter : Heterosexual, supports everyone.
Warsaw Pact
Vikhor "Stitch" Kuzmin : Big bi energy. Had no idea the desire for men existed until his first days in rebirth but now, especially after the gulag, acknowledges and embraces it.
Kapano "Naga" Vang : Slightly asexual, probably extremely horny though. Has a crush on Stitch and isn't afraid to flirt. Kapano my beloved.
Maxim Antonov : Bisexual, no preference, definitely had a relationship with a man during his Mafia days probably avoided it during his Spetsnaz time. Likes Portnova, Stitch and Beck probably try to get them together.
Ingo Beck : Gay. Big Gay. Currently crushing on a certain guy wearing a sock in his head and a heavy British accent
Harry Stone : Bisexual, had no idea. Used to like Helen Park, now has shifted his attention to a certain German. Make me proud Harry, ily
Yirina Portnova : Heterosexual, big LGBT stan, probably Beck's wingwoman. He'd do the same for her.
Freya "Wraith" Helvig : Big Bi, calls Knight Moto Moto just for fun, has slept with him just for fun, is a queen, I love her.
Roman "Knight" Gray : Heterosexual, loves hearing Wraith joking around, can't land a woman but is certainly having fun
Owethu "Jackal" Mabuza : Asexual, is here to have fun, supports everyone with his big pride energy outfits.
Jada Powers : Bisexual Queen
Sebastian Vargas : Heterosexual, supports everyone though.
Mendo Garcia : Doesn't know, probably doesn't care either.
Perseus : Pan, loves his LGBT comrades. Most of them.
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The crew with their soulmate headcannons
Ok, to make it up to y'all for the angst yesterday, here's a response to the death by broken heart post 😌
This one goes out to @smokeywhalee since I've had her crying for the past like three posts 💀💀😂 I also snuck in a little something to the Weaver one for @direwolfspostsrandomshit and I specifically 😌💅🏻
No warnings, just a very long post and lots of fluff lol
Adler
You two met when he was still young, before he even joined the CIA
Back when he was a goofy, carefree kid who didn't know better
You've been with him through so much by now, that he knows he can always count on you when something's bothering him
There's no one he trusts more in the whole world
Adler knew you were the one around the time he got his scars
He thought for sure you'd leave him, thinking he looked like some kind of monster with half his face bandaged and bloodied like it is
But when he came home from the hospital, you were so overjoyed to see him again, it's like the bandages weren't even there
You kissed his face and helped him clean and dress the stitches and cuts everyday until they healed
With you there to give him all that affection, he's never let his scars make him feel any less then handsome
Of course, it doesn't hurt that you remind him often
Even now, he never tires of you kissing his scars
Hudson
You and Hudson met in college, back when he was a shy, nerdy outcast
It's not like you were exactly popular, but you at least had some social circles to run in
He never thought someone like you would even look twice at someone like him, but...
He's been wrong before
One day you decided to give him a chance, maybe just see what his story is, and you've never looked back since
Hudson's life path calls for the utmost secrecy for nearly everything, and you've lost contact with a handful of people because of it
But you've never complained
If anything, you consider it their loss for losing you
That's how Hudson knew you were the one
You have an undefeatable, never give up attitude and can find the silver lining in just about everything you put your mind to
And of course... You indulge him in his love of head rubs
It's you and his best kept secret of all
Lazar
You've known each other since you were just kids
For him, it was puppy love at first sight, and he was crushing hard before he knew it
But... He was always insecure about his weight, being a bit chunky as a kid and all
He was afraid of rejection because of it
A shame really, since you would've loved him no matter what
But as fate would have it, you stayed friends all the way up until highschool where sports had him shedding weight like crazy
All the fluctuation has left him with stretch marks, some loose skin, and a belly pouch, but luckily growing up gave him enough confidence to make up for it
He asked you to the senior dance your last year of highschool, and later that night you shared your first kiss behind the bleachers outside
You were his first kiss ever
Lazar always knew you were the one
You've been his closest friend and biggest supporter since you were kids on a playground
He just wanted to make himself feel worthy of you first
No one else makes him feel as comfortable in his skin as you do, and only you are allowed the special honor of touching his body
A gift you exercise frequently when you cuddle him at night
Mason
Alex didn't meet you until after Vietnam and the whole... brainwashing business
After trying and trying for years only to end up with an ever growing list of failed relationships, he just assumed he was too damaged to love
Besides, he's getting a bit older now... Maybe he's just not meant to find someone
Or so he thinks
He meets you randomly in public, on an ordinary day in an ordinary place
You two happen to hit a conversation and it just keeps going and going...
Until finally you exchange numbers and begin seeing each other more frequently
And that's when Alex knows you're the one, he can just... feel it deep down
But it isn't until one, vulnerable night, when he tells you about his past and the war and.... Well, everything, that he knows for sure
With so much fear being pushed about the Russian threat and all that, he thought for sure the knowledge that he's been a brainwashed sleeper agent once would scare you away
It was a shock for sure, but... You aren't afraid of him, in fact, you feel sympathetic for his plight of anything
Alex doesn't need your sympathy, mind, but he is thankful for the empathy
That's all he wants, really
That, and someone who'll hold him through the nightmares at night
Looks like he lucked out there too :)
Park
She met you as a fellow agent through MI6
Things were purely professional for a looooong time
But she must admit though, you're quite charismatic, cunning, and frankly?
Adorable
Helen's not quite sure when the joking, friendly flirting turned serious but...
She's glad for it
You ask her out on a date first and things go well
More then well
She doesn't kiss and tell, but let's just say... She knows you're the one
You always have her back on the field and off
You're her closest friend and confident
She's breaking the rules by cluing you in on the goings on with the hunt for perseus and all, but there's no one here she trusts more for feedback and brainstorming
But it's probably a good thing you're not in the safehouse, considering you almost killed someone after the skyhook debacle
She rolls her eyes at your fussing, but you swear to never let her go again
And you know what? Park may not show it, but she loves how much you care for her
Perseus
He met you back in the ussr, when he still looked like his picture
You two grew close in your service to the government, and you were one of the first people he trusted to try and recruit for his operation
When you didn't even hesitate to say yes, that's when he knew you were the one
You've already proven yourself and impressed him with your wit and integrity in your service to the ussr
In fact, few have ever stood out to him in such a way as you have
All he needed to know was if you trusted him and truly believed in a better future
Many are jelous to see you running around with the exceptionally handsome man, but perseus was never one to get hung up on looks
However, he's glad you enjoy his appearance as much as you do his mind
Together, you raise hell for the capitalists, bringing a true biting edge to the cold war threat
In return for your loyalty, he does all he can to keep you a secret, both as his lover and his accomplice
If anything happened to you like what happened to Bell...
He would take the fight to your captors himself
And they wouldn't stand a chance...
Weaver
He met you through working in Requiem
You're one of the strike team operators, but you spend a fair amount of time talking with the consultants and himself back at base
Weaver finds you a little intimidating, but in a good kind of way
Sort of how he use to be back in the day
When he realizes he may or may not have a little thing for you, he suddenly becomes very shy
He's afraid to try and make a move on you because surely rejection would be the only outcome?
After all, he's way too far past his prime by now, missing an eye and slowly letting himself fall out of shape
It's a mess
So why haven't you just moved on from him yet...?
Doctor Grey seems strangely invested in this little one sided romance, so with a bit of help, he manages to ask you out for coffee
The last thing he expected was for you to say yes
It's not until the day that you almost don't make it back to base that he realizes how very much you mean to him
Weaver stays with you as frequently as he can while you recover and can often be found cuddling you in your med bay bed (bc why the hell not?) or at home
He has to pull back a little on visiting you in the med bay however
He's starting to get teased for how much he loves all the head pets, jaw scratches, and tummy rubs you give him while you're bored and resting
Carver has now begun addressing him as "Fido" with no end in sight
Woods
He meets you out at the marine base he spends all his time at
It was one of the many occasions that he was doing target practice at the range, and he today he's caught you watching him
At first he honestly didn't think much of it, but of course he took the opportunity to show off a little
He succeeded in managing to lure you over with his skills, where you came to stroke his ego a bit
For that, he offers to show you some pointers and before either of you know it, target practice together becomes a regular occurance
From there, anything more social is up to you to initiate
He's a bit taken aback when you invite him out to do something off base sometime, but... He accepts
Once out of his element, he's like a whole other person
You're surprised to find that he's a lot more shy and little more warm towards you
You find it adorable
That starts the slippery path to how he knows you're the one
You're the only person he truly feels like he can be himself with
Everyone else expects the hardened sargent, and while that is still him...
He never feels like he has an opportunity to share his softer side
You can never complain about being cold or lonely with him around
Frank loves nothing more then cuddling with you whenever and wherever he can
Not only is it just, well, nice, to have the human contact, but it makes him feel like he gets to protect you
And nothing makes him happier then to see you safe :)
#black ops cold war#call of duty#russell adler x reader#frank woods x reader#jason hudson x reader#helen park x reader#eleazar azoulay x reader#lazar x reader#perseus x reader#grigori weaver x reader#alex mason x reader
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Summary: You go to the batting cages with Frank, Mary, and your Aunt Roberta. Of course when no ones around Frank can’t keep his hands to himself. A continuation of Crush.
Pairings: Frank Adler x Black!Reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation, public sex, sex in a bathroom
(A/N: in the mood for my baby emo dirty boat daddy Frank. Trying to work through the writers block. Unedited and not proofread in the slightest. Like, follow, Reblog 💜 ✌🏾)
Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @little-baby-vixen @mochamaniacbabe @whiskey-cokenfanfic @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @love-more122 @doloreshazes (it wouldn’t let me tag you)
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You and Frank had been trying to be careful sneaking around ever since you hooked up in his car. Of course he’d taken you home to fuck you properly after, but that morning when you left you had to sneak out so that Mary wouldn’t see you. Having to crawl out of a window was a little weird and something you’d never had to do. You got it though. He didn’t want to confuse her.
There were a lot of stolen kisses and him grabbing your tits when no one was looking. The weekly sleepovers Mary had with Roberta were reserved for you. Sometimes you hung out at Ferg’s on those nights you’d fuck in his car before he’d take you back to his place to dick you down just right.
You still came over and played with Mary as usual. It was fun being around the small girl. Especially when she stopped pretending like she wasn’t have the time of her life playing with Barbies with you. You hated to admit it, but you were growing kind of attached.
Clearly it was the same way because this morning, there’d been a little knock on your door. When you’d opened it the small blonde girl was looking up at you with so much excitement in her eyes.
“Hi, Miss Y/N!” She greeted you, hugging your leg for good measure. Frank was standing behind her looking way too good in his white t-shirt. The little baseball hat sitting on his head was so cute.
“Hi, Mary.” You hugged her back, patting the top of her head. “What’s up, kiddo?”
“Can you come to the batting cages with us?” She asked with her head tilted to the side.
You scrunched up your face. “Eh, I dunno. I’m not much of an athlete.”
“Please?” She pouted up at you. “Roberta’s coming, too.”
You sighed. “So what you’re really saying is that I have no choice.”
“That’s exactly what we’re saying,” Frank said with a smirk.
“Besides Frank can teach you,” she said before grabbing your hand. “So, come on!”
You laughed, not budging. “Sounds good, but I have to change first.”
Frank shrugged. “You look good to me.” Of course he’d say that while you’re in these little cutoff shorts.
You raised an eyebrow as he smirked. “Fine. Just let me grab my bag.”
Mary chatted with Roberta in the backseat on the car ride over. You’d steal glances at Frank as he drove because for very obvious reasons. Like him being hot as fuck especially in this beat up truck. Or the fact that ever since that night, the two of you had been hooking up in this truck every chance you could get.
It was pretty fun watching Frank help Mary with the bat while Roberta was in her own cage swinging away. “Your turn,” Mary said.
You groaned. “Do I have to?”
“Of course,” she said with a grin. “C’mon.”
“Yeah. I’ll teach you,” Frank said, motioning with his head for you to come to him.
You groaned, but maybe it would be kind of nice to be a little closer to him. The closest you could be to him with Mary and Roberta around at least. So you sighed all dramatically before standing up. “Alright.”
As you took Mary’s place with the bat, Frank stood behind you with both his hands on either side of your waist. “You ready?” He asked, being sneaky with how he was massing your sides.
“Uh huh,” you said as he put his hands over yours.
“You gonna listen to every Daddy tells you?” He whispered into your ear.
You gasped and turned around to smack his stomach. He laughed. “What! I’m trying to help!”
You shook your head and glared at him before turning around back in your position. He moved his hands back to where they were before. Then kicked your legs apart with his foot so your stance was wider.
You hit the first ball and jumped and got all excited about it. Frank chuckled before going back to how he was before behind you, pressing a little too closely into your ass. This is how you stayed with him trying to flirt in your ear. You ignored him most of the time not wanting to draw to much attention in with your aunt or Mary.
“Alright, Mary’s hungry. You mind if I take her to get some food, Frank?” Roberta asked.
“That’s fine. Here let me give you some money,” he said getting out his wallet. While he handled them, you waited.
As soon as they walked away he went back to helping you. This time tickling your neck as he kissed it repeatedly.
“Frank,” you squealed, letting out a giggle. “Stop.”
“Just happy to finally get you alone,” he said, giving your boobs a good squeeze.
“Stop!” You giggled. “What if someone comes?”
“No ones here,” he said. “Just us.” His breath felt so good against your ear. It was making your stomach tingle.
“So,” you said.
“So,” he said, turning you to face him. “If I wanted to kiss you, I could.”
You sighed, biting your lip. “I just don’t think that’d be a good idea.”
“Why not?” He asked, getting closer to your lips.
“Someone could come at any minute.”
“I don’t give a fuck who sees,” he said before bringing you close so he could place a kiss on your lips.
You moaned into it as he pulled you closer. When he deepened it, pushing you until your back against the fencing. “Frank,” you whispered, breaking away from him.
“Whose Frank? I don’t know a Frank.” He looked up as he tried to play.
You glared at him, but laughed. “Fine. Daddy.”
“That’s better.” He grinned. “What is it?”
You sighed. “Is this a good idea?”
Frank groaned, rolling his eyes all dramatically. “I don’t even care.”
You hadn’t talked about being exclusive yet. So that kind of surprised you. Before you could ask him anything further he kissed you again. Then lifted your leg to wrap around his waist.
You pulled away from him again. You pushed him away by his broad shoulders. Before going back to where you’d been before. “What? We’re here to play baseball.”
Frank laughed before going back too. “You’re really gonna be like that?”
“I’m not being like anything.” You giggled.
“You’re being a brat. I should spank you,” he whispered in your ear.
It was like your entire body clenched hearing him talk to you like that. You hated to admit it, but you kind of perked up your ass to get him close. It felt so damn good.
“See you nasty slut. I knew you liked it,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands coming to tease the button of your shorts.
This time you didn’t stop him as he finished that. Undoing your shorts and starting to creep into your panties. “Daddy,” you moaned.
“See. Stop trying to play all innocent and shit,” he said all low into your ear. His voice raspy and slow. “Remember you’re my dirty little slut.”
As soon as he started rubbing your clit you gasped. Moving your hips back against him with the bat in your hands. You turned to look up at him where he reconnected your lips.
The feeling of him this close to you so out in the open felt so good. “Daddy,” you gasped. You leaned into him and you leaned back to put your head against his shoulder.
“What a good girl,” he said in a whisper.
You started beathing all heavy. Getting really into what he was doing to you. Your breasts heaving as you started to feel your orgasm.
The only problem was that you were knocked out of your trance when the door to the gate besides yours slammed. You jumped up and Frank quickly removed his fingers from your sensitive clit. 
You hurried to button your shorts up again. At the same time, he checked to see if the coast was clear. Before he could say anything, you moved passed him. “Where you going?” He asked.
“Bathroom,” you replied as you gathered your stuff.
He sighed and shook his head. “Alright. I’ll start packing things up.” He sighed.
As you were in the little single bathroom you were kind of prepping yourself on what to say to Frank. On how you were supposed to even act around him now that you knew he may have wanted more. Not that you didn’t. You’d love more. That didn’t stop you from feeling all nervous and worried though.
As you opened the door to see him standing there, you furrowed your eyebrows. Wearing your confusion on your face. He looked you up and down before pushing you back into it.
“Frank, what are you-“
But before you could even finish asking him, he’d pushed his lips to yours. He slid his hand into your back pocket as he closed the door behind him. He turned you around in his arms, bending you over the sink.
The first smack he put on your ass you jumped like you were trying to get away from him. There was no choice, but to take what he wanted. “What did we just talk about, Baby? What’s my name?”
You whimpered, “You’re my daddy.”
“Good little girl,” he said before kissing you again as he started to tear your shorts down your legs along with your panties.
He bent you over as he started to take himself out of his clothes. “See that’s not so hard is it? Forget it again and you’ll,” he hissed as he got behind you, taking your hips in his hands, “really regret it.”
“What are you gonna do to me?” You asked him as you looked at him through the mirror. Sure this wasn’t the most romantic place, but you were too far gone to give a shit.
He answered by pushing into you. Slamming his cock in your already wet cunt. Making you cry out before he could finally start ramming into you. Holding you on the tip of his cock before sliding you down.
“Fuck,” you gasped.
He grabbed your hips while you braced yourself against the sink. You were trying to be quiet but fuck it was kinda hard when he was fucking you like that. His dick so thick inside of you that you honestly felt like you might be too full.
You looked into the dingy mirror so you could watch him as he fucked into you. You were trying so hard to keep quiet. Just in case someone walked by. You could get pretty noisy and that last thing you needed was to get caught.
His dick always seemed to fuck into you exactly the way you needed it to. Hitting your spot as he slammed into you. It felt so damn good. Your pussy started tightening around him, signaling that your orgasm was close.
“We gotta be quick, Baby,” he said. “Need you to cum for me.”
He set you down before turning you around so he could pick you up. One of the things you liked about Frank was that he’d man handle you. There was something so hot about how he didn’t give a shit. If he wanted you in a certain position, he was putting you in it.
He started fucking into you again. Putting his face into your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he started slam into you. Just trying to get you to reach your peak.
“Daddy,” you breathed out.
“See. That’s such a good slut,” he whispered in your ear.
“Yes,” you moaned into his shoulder. “God, yes! I’m gonna cum.”
“Thats it. Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for Daddy.” He panted as it finally crashed into you. His own movements faltered as he started to cum inside of you. “Fuck.”
He pecked your lips before setting you down so the two of you could make yourselves presentable again. “I can’t believe we just had sex in a gross bathroom,” you said as you finally went to walk to where Roberta and Mary had went to get lunch.
He chuckled. “I know right.” He surprised you as he grabbed your hand. “So I was kind of serious earlier. About us maybe telling them. About us.”
“That we mess around?” You teased, looking up at him with a smirk.
Frank rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “No that we’re ya know.”
“Fuck buddies?”
He laughed. “No.” He stopped walking as he tugged you to him. “That you’re my girlfriend. Maybe.”
You couldn’t help it as a smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He sighed before leaning down to kiss you again. “Good.” He nuzzled your nose with his, his facial hair tickling your cheek. “You ready for this?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied with this smile that had appeared on your face because fuck he was cute, as he grabbed your hand again.
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