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tear-jerker.

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | sad movie

pairing | boyfriend!chris evans x reader

warnings | TW: GIFTED, THE MOVIE. THST IS A WHOLE TRJGGER WARNING WITHJN ITSELF., (spoilers for the movie!! duh), in case you haven't watched gifted, here are some of the relevant tw's that come up in this fic: parent committing suicide, abandonment, big childhood trauma vibes. if you haven't seen the movie, please watch the linked scenes in the author's note before reading! idk if the fic will make sense otherwise lol. reader is me this fic is about ME PWRSONALLY, chris comforts reader (Me <3), overall lighthearted vibes but don't be fooled gifted IS the saddest movie of all time and this is the only way i could write a fic about it to cope

word count | 1,284

an | okay!! this fic was really a doozy for me and i'm not sure how well i actually executed it but it was one of the first fics i knew i wanted to write for this writing challenge so here we are lol :'-) if you know me you KNOW i cannot handle gifted it hits me everywhere that hurts and so i have always found the idea of writing a fic like this interesting. while reader here is obviously very impacted by the movie, some might not be and that's okay!! i really wrote this one for myself lol <33 for reference, here are the four scenes mentioned in the fic. beware, if you decide to watch, you WILL cry.

the hospital scene | frank leaves mary at the foster home | frank comes to bring mary home | deleted scenes: mary and the psychologist and frank and mary in the car

Watching as the happy family rose to their feet and cheered on the screen before you, you could already feel your chest tightening as your eyes began to water. With the addition of occasional pans to the little blonde girl's face as she watched the scene play out before her, a precious smile forming between her rosy cheeks as a joyous string chorus sang through the speakers, you knew you were in trouble.

"That's exactly how it was when you were born," Frank told the child, and you had to use every ounce of strength within you to keep it together at the line. With his arm wrapped around you, Chris could sense your rising emotions, bringing his hand down to rub over your back gently.

"This happy?" Mary asked as you held your breath.

"This happy." Frank's confirmation nearly did you in, but as sweet Roberta gazed lovingly down at the niece and her uncle, the next line that came only managed to be worse.

"Who came out and told everybody?"

As Frank reached to brush a stray strand of the child's hair out of the child's face, the first few tears managed to escape the corners of your eyes as you were already sure of the answer to come. "I did."

"Jesus," you breathed, grabbing for the remote on the coffee table in front of you and hitting pause in a matter of seconds. Wiping both of your eyes, you huffed out a hot load of air, rolling your eyes playfully as Chris chuckled from beside you.

"Baby," he hummed, "what's the matter?"

"You didn't tell me it was this sad, Chris!" you nearly whined, curling into the large man's embrace as he held you close to him, shaking his head.

"This isn't nearly the worst of it," he told you. "This is a happy scene, y/n. Look, they're all smiling," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but like..." voice trailing off, it was now your turn to shake your own head. "You know what I meant. Meanie," you huffed, crossing your arms.

"Oh bubba," Chris sighed through a smile, rubbing your cheek with his hand gently. "You're in for a rough night."

"No." As the little girl broke down in tears, reaching out to hit lightly at Frank who stood kneeled down before her, once again you found yourself battling tears of your own as the tragic lone violin played its bitter tune.

"See what I meant?" Chris hummed softly into your hair, now holding you gently on his lap as the poor girl on the screen kept pleading with the actor.

"No, no, no," she kept repeating, "you promised me." Gulping, your bottom lip trembled as you bit it, the little actress's performance pulling you under with impressive ease.

"You better not..." you mumbled, "he better not-"

"Frank! Frank- don't leave me! Please!" Letting out an embarrassingly loud sob, you squeezed your eyes shut as the music grew louder, the screaming child's poor voice getting swallowed up by the sound. This time, it was Chris who reached for the remote, once again hitting pause as he brushed back your hair from your warm face.

"Oh sweetheart," he laughed a bit again, this time with a few tears of his own shining in his eyes. "C'mere baby, it's okay."

"Why would you leave her there," you cried as you turned to hide in the safety of his sweatshirt, his large arms tightening around you to hold you close.

"Honey," he chuckled, "it was part of the script. Frank's a bit of an asshole here, I'm sorry."

"Meanie," you said again, more than anything directing your words at the grumpy character on the screen who you were at this point convinced could never redeem himself.

"You said you wouldn't leave me," Mary sobbed as Frank held her up in the air, close to his chest. You had started crying as soon as he had shown up at the house, a mess of tissues now collecting on the coffee table in front of you.

"I made a mistake," Frank admitted through heavy breaths, the character's guilt radiating through his expression as the heaviness of the moment, even with the separation of the screen, was palpable in the room. "I'm sorry." Hearing a sniffle come from beside you, you turned to see that Chris's eyes had reddened; in his hand, he held a crumpled-up tissue of his own.

"This part always gets me," he told you, his hand rubbing soothingly over your back as he tried to pull himself together.

Wrapping her arms around Frank's neck, Mary whimpered, "I was so sad." Cursing under your breath, you couldn't believe how powerful and tragic this film truly was. You had seen most of Chris's work, but this now took the cake over anything and everything else. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Leaning the side of your head against the man beneath you's chest, you sniffled weakly as the two continued on speaking softly about the little girl's cat.

"It's okay, bubba. I'm sorry. I probably should've given you a bigger warning; I never remember how sad this shit is until I watch it again," Chris told you as he pat your cheeks gently with a clean tissue.

"S'okay," you told him. "It's a good story, really beautiful. Just hard to watch."

"I know, honey. We can rewatch The Losers next, how about that?" Bringing your head up a little at the suggestion, you nodded, causing Chris to smile as he leaned down to kiss the bridge of your nose. "Know that's your favorite, and I think we both need a good laugh. You wanna make another bag of popcorn?"

[Bonus]

"Am I gonna cry again?" you asked hesitantly as Chris pulled you onto his lap, scanning his thumb on his phone to open up to YouTube. It had been a few weeks since you watched Gifted, and the impact the film left on you had lingered for days. Now, as Chris held one arm around your waist as the video loaded of a "deleted scene" he thought you should see, you weren't entirely sure if you were ready for more heartache.

"I don't know, probably not. It's not really a sad scene, just an important one. Or at least I think it's important," he explained as the clip began to play. "This was Mary's visit to a psychologist," Chris explained over the unfamiliar lady and the child's first few exchanged lines.

"Are you mad at your mother? For going away?" the woman asked. Intrigued, you decided to give in and listen.

"She didn't go away. She killed herself," Mary corrected.

"Okay. Um... and does that make you angry sometimes?"

"No," the little girl answered, seeming confused as to why she was being questioned like this to begin with.

Leaning in a little closer, the psychologist softened her voice. "Mary..." Tapping the child on the hand, she asked, "do you blame yourself... for what happened to your mother?"

"Oh my god," you exclaimed quietly in horror. Chris only nodded against you as you stared in shock at the screen. "What the hell? That's-"

"Hold on," he shushed you, quickly clicking to another link that began to play instantly. Mary and Frank sat in the truck, and the first words that left the girl's mouth had you nearly shaking.

"Did my mom kill herself because of me?"

"What?" Frank blurted, his reaction similar in nature to yours.

As the two continued on talking, you shook your head again, mumbling something under your breath that made Chris chuckle. "I hope he goes and kills that lady. What a sick thing to say to a child. I hate her."

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 4

Summary: Frank makes you a promise. Ransom is getting nervous about going back to Montana

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

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Frank,” you gulp, closing the door to the camper quickly. Blocking his way to get in. “You’re back early.”

“Finished early,” he tries to step around you, but you shift your feet blocking him again. “Something wrong?”

“No,” Frank narrows his eyes, and you shake your head rapidly in protest. “Nothing is wrong. You’re just back early,” you give him a sweet smile, and he acts as if he’s going to kiss you, but instead pushes you aside to walk into the camper, stopping the moment he walks through the door, and starts spinning around to view your small little home on wheels.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” stepping up behind him, you wrap your arms around his skinny little waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. Frank didn’t smell like cologne on days like this. He smelled like sunshine, hay, and dirt. “What do you think?”

With you still attached to him, he walks around the camper, staring at every inch of it that you had changed. It needed help. The storage wasn’t great. It was outdated, it was ugly, but with the help from your mom it now looked good. Sweet even. Giving yours and Frank’s home more appeal, more places to put things besides throwing it in his truck.

“We won’t have to leave our stuff at your parents house anymore,” it was worrying that he was too silent. “Look,” you pull off him to walk into the bed space, lifting up the comforter, there’s some baskets down here, and I put our clothes in it, and we have a TV in here now, and I can actually cook on these burners. I mean, clearly our fridge isn’t big enough to store too much, but we can have milk here, and we loaded the cabinets with some snacks, and…Frank, could you say something?”

“You did this?” He whispers, sitting down at the bench by the table. Holding out his hand for you, and he pulls you into his lap. His hand circles on your knee while he continues to look around.

“Yeah. I figured if we’re going to live here it should be homey, right? Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he laughs, kissing on your cheek. “I love it so much, and I love you, and you did this for us? So does that mean you’re gonna go out on the road with us? Screw sleeping in hotels, my baby made our home beautiful. Look at the view,” he leans over to look out the big window by the bed. “I know it won’t always be that, but…it looks good. Smells like bleach.”

“I had to clean.”

“Got new bedding, too. So about going on the road,” you give him a sweet little peck, but don’t look in his eyes, “I see.”

“They didn’t pick up my contract this season.”

“You can still go out on the road with us,” rolling your eyes, Frank pulls you closer to his chest, his hand starting to drift lower down your jeans. “We’d save money on hotel rooms. We just sleep in here.”

“Frank, I gotta have a job. And I have a feeling that Bucky and Steve would be wanting to sleep on our table, and I can’t live in these tight quarters with all three of you. And I’m not literally going to be a buckle Bunny, and chase you three around rodeos.”

“Mmm, you’re just my buckle Bunny, aren’t you,” growling out, he starts nipping at your neck, and you squeal jumping out of his arms, and bolt towards the door, “Bunny!”

“You gotta catch me if you want me,” you scream out as you run outside, running around while Frank chases you. Mostly standing still, but he tries to grab at you. “Frank!”

“Oh, I am not working that hard. I’m tired.”

“You’re no fun,” you stop to catch your breath, chest heaving as you stare at him. “I don’t mind going to a few rodeos until I find a job.”

“Go to three, and then you find one. We don’t need the money that bad. It’s been a good year. We save because we live in that.”

“Frank!” You whine, walking backwards with every step he takes towards you. “We’re working to build a house. I don’t want to live in a place that has to be hooked up to places to have water and power. I need a job. Whether you have a good season or not,” he swings his arm out in front of him, but you jump back, causing him to miss again. “And I’m not sharing a camper with Bucky and Steve.”

“You mean you don’t want to have a curtain up between our bed and the rest of the camper?” You start shaking your head no, backing away a bit slower, while he is still moving at the same pace. “Make Bucky blush all sweetly from your sweet moans, and Steve in the bathroom jerking off wishing it was him getting laid.”

“No!” You scream as he pulls you close to his body, your back pushed up against his chest. “If they sleep with us, you’re not sleeping with me.”

“Sleeping with you as in fucking you?”

“Exactly.”

“Better start now then,” you start to object, but Frank was already undoing your pants, yanking them down. “Buns, quit fighting me, hun, you need this,” without being coaxed, your ass starts circling his crotch. “That’s what I thought.”

“The ground is dirty,” you whine, peeking back at him.

“The ground is literally dirt,” he growls, but walks you over to his truck, lifting you up into the backseat, and pulls your pants off completely. “Shirt off,” he grunts, removing his own, pulling down his pants, and flipping his hat backwards.

“Frank, hat!”

“Grr,” he growls, jumping into the back. He lifts his head back, roaring as he pushes into your warmth. “Come to a few rodeos with me,” you could tell the prospect of you being there made him happy. And it would be weird for you not to see him. You worried while you were there, what would it feel like to not know how he was doing the moment something happened.

“Bunny, please?”

“Yes, okay. A few shows. Oh!” You yelp as he sits the two of you up in the seat. Slapping at your ass.

“Go on, ride ‘em, cowgirl,” he loved watching you bounce over him. Didn’t care how fast you went as long as he could watch your body use him. His eyes wander over you with every move you make. Smacking your ass and holding handfuls of each cheek. “My god, you’re beautiful.”

“Frank,” you start panting, gripping hard to the seat.

“Marry me.”

“What?” You slow down before completely stopping just to stare at him. “What did you say?”

“Marry me,” this isn’t at all how you envisioned him or anyone for that matter, proposing to you. He was balls deep in your cunt, skin sticky with sweat. Even when he smirks, leaning forward to suck on your tit. His hands soothingly rub over your ass. “Bunny, marry me.”

“You didn’t plan this did you?”

“No,” he laughs, pulling off your nipple, “I would come up with something a bit better if I planned this. So you don’t want to or…you mad about the lack of a ring?”

“You’re seriously asking though? You wanna get married?” His mouth turns up in the prettiest smile, nodding his head. “We’re gonna build us a house?”

“And you’re going to be married to the sexiest cowboy there is. So is that a yes?”

“Yeah,” breathlessly answering, before you capture his lips with your own. Your body starts to move over him while you smile during your kiss. “Yes, Frank, I wanna marry you.”

His thick hands hold tight to your hips as a chorus of yeses echoes throughout the truck. He hadn’t ever seen you happier. It might not be the time now, but at least he had you completely in with him. You were all in, and all his. And he didn’t have to worry while he was on the road. You would be loyal, and waiting for him when he got back. Frank had preferred to have you on the road with him, but at least this way you would proudly tell everyone that you were engaged to Frank Adler.

“Right there, Bunny. Right there. That’s it. Yeah, baby. Yeah!” The both of you stutter your movements as you come together. Pressing your forehead against his, he peppers kisses against your lips. “We can start trying for a baby, too?”

“One thing at a time, cowboy. House, marriage, babies.”

“And then I keep you barefoot and pregnant.”

“Whatever you want.”

Curled up against Ransom’s chest, you glide your hand from his pec to his shoulder. Inhaling his expensive cologne, while his hand caresses your back. The two of you heaving as you look out the giant window gazing out at the stars. They weren’t as clear as Montana, but you didn’t care as long as you had Ransom by your side.

“Is there anything you miss about home?” Ransom whispers, and you lift off his chest to look up at him. He was so handsome, but he was also beautiful. A beauty that very few people saw, because it wasn’t his looks, it was who he was. Too many people didn’t see the kindness in Ransom that you did. He kept this soft side of him heavily guarded.

You dip your head back down to kiss over his heart, pushing yourself towards him for a chaste kiss. You loved his smooth skin. “It smells better.”

“Smells?” He laughs, that little dimple on his cheek starting to poke through.

“Yeah, everything smells fresh. And, Ran, there’s so many more stars there. You can just lay outside with a blanket. Cuddled up with each other and look up at them, and if there is a heaven, you know that’s exactly where it’s at. Even in the daytime the sky is so much more blue. There’s no neighbors.”

“I like the way that sounds.”

“Things move slower. Work is harder. But even the animals are happier.”

“Really? Did you have any pets? Or was it just livestock?”

Your eyes grow glossy as you lay back down on his chest. Running your fingers around his nipple, before he grabs your hand, weaving his fingers in yours. “I had a dog once. His name was Clyde.”

“What happened?” You shrug, but he keeps prodding. “Come on, Buns, what…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. He was a good boy, a Koolie.”

“Bunny!” Frank bursts into the camper, not having to look around too much to realize you weren’t there. “You stay here,” he sits his bundle down gently, and leaves the camper to head to your parents house. He thought he had told you he was coming home, but maybe you didn’t get the message. It was the only other place that you would be.

He wanted to surprise you. Walk into your little home and there you would be. He bounds up your parents porch, walking to the back door, and sure enough, there you were with your mom, giggling and making supper, “Buns…”

“Frank!” You skip directly over to him, sliding your hands around his neck. “When did you get in?”

“I text you I was almost here.”

“Oh,” your hands, smooth down his arm, reaching his hands, and he runs his finger over your grandmother’s engagement ring. “I must have left my phone at the camper,” he hated when you called it the camper. Doubted that while he was gone if you even stayed in it. You were probably here with your parents, and that’s why you didn’t want to keep the camper on his property.

“Oh, I, uh…I brought you a surprise.”

“We…” you look over at your mother, and back to Frank. “Supper is almost finished.”

“Right, um…this really can’t wait,” you hated when he wanted to have all your time the moment he got in. You know that he had been away for a few days, but sometimes he just had no patience, and most likely all he wanted was to go to the camper to have sex, instead of spending time with your parents.

“Hun, it’s okay. I’ll put up a plate for you two. You can come by later and get it,” it was never as good heated up. But Frank was going to continue to be persistent, and this was embarrassing.

“Right,” you whisper. He always got his way. You couldn’t wait for your own place with a giant kitchen, so you could actually fucking move around without knocking into something. “Yeah. Okay,” Frank waves to your mom, practically dragging you back down the road to the camper site.

“What couldn’t wait?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I’ve seen your dick a few times. That's not a surprise anymore,” he throws his head back laughing, holding tight to your hand. “Oh, you’re not just wanting sex?”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the surprise,” he opens the door to the camper and you stare horrified at the mess. There was stuff drug out into the floor, and wet spots.

“Frank, is that shit on the floor?”

“Uh,” he gives a little whistle while walking into the camper. “Here boy,” whistling again, and the sweetest little face crawls out from underneath the table. Hanging his head down low, “Bunny, you can’t get mad at that face.”

“No, I’m mad at the idiot that left a puppy in a camper. Oh my gosh, look at you,” bending over you pick the sweet little thing up, “You can get to cleaning.”

“Really?”

“Do you expect the puppy to clean?” Frank rolls his eyes, cleaning up the dog’s messes, and picking up items that he had dragged out. “Was a puppy the best idea?”

“I just feel like you get lonely when I’m at a show.”

“I have a job at a hospital though. Nursing is unpredictable, and…Frank, this is like a two foot camper.”

“This is our home,” he grunts out, going to wash his hands. “It’s bigger than two feet.”

“But he’s going to be alone.”

“You won’t be though,” Frank meant well. He really did. “We can fence in an area on the property, and you can just keep the camper parked there.”

“Build a fence before we have a home?”

“We’re gonna get a house. It just takes time,” his voice raising a bit. “I just…why are you always coming here when I leave?”

“We’re not doing this. You just got home. I’m not arguing.”

“Fine. I’m hooking it to my truck, and we’re going to the property,” you start to speak, but he was heading out the door already. You look down at the puppy, and back at the door. Running away from the conversation. At least there was a bit of food in the camper. Didn’t look like you were even going to be getting the food you helped cook. You were going to get hot dogs and potato chips.

Frank spins you out from his body, bringing you back in even closer this time. A distant song on his truck radio, but most of the noise was the puppy barking and running circles around you, and the crickets. As frustrating as Frank could be, there was this sweetness to him.

“Relax, Buns.”

“Why…oh!” He dips you back, and the pup goofily runs over to you. “Frank, you scared him!” He pulls you back up, letting your lips crash against his. And his hands drift lower on your body. Grabbing at your ass, and sliding to your belt. “Frank, the puppy.”

“Ugh, Bunny! It’s been almost a week since I’ve felt you.”

“Just enjoy my company for once,” dropping his hand, you lean over to pick up the puppy, and set him in the back of the truck before climbing in yourself, crawling into the pile of blankets, and the puppy sticks his butt in the air, wagging his tail, and barking at Frank. “Your son wants you in the truck.”

“My son, huh? That’s how this is going to be? My son needs a name,” he jumps into the back of the truck, sitting down behind you. Circling a blanket around your body, he holds you close. “He is cute though, right?”

“Him is adorable. But he’s just called puppy right now,” he goes silent, playing with your ring, and you lean back on him staring up at the stars. You were never going to get tired of this place at night. There had to be more stars here than anywhere else in the world.

Taking a deep breath you inhale Frank’s scent, letting your eyes drift close, “How many kids are you wanting?”

“Don’t we need a house first?”

“Humor me. I’ve always wanted at least one of each, but no more than four kids. Have them kinda close in age. Not too close, I don’t want to have two babies in diapers. Maybe name them after our grandparents or something. What names do you like?”

“Hmm,” he gives a bite to your neck, his hands rubbing over your tits. You’d give him this, but you wanted to talk about the future, get him more excited about your lives at hom. “I like Sally Anne Clyde,” the puppy tilts his head to the side looking at you before barking.

“Well,” you giggle, tapping at your leg, and he comes over to let you pet him, “I think you just named our first son.”

“What?”

“Frank meet Clyde.”

“Clyde, huh? In the off season, you think you’re going to ride in the truck with me and herd the cows? Or are you going to be a lazy house pet?” Clyde gives Frank a bark, before settling in between your legs. “You think you could ask for a week off or something? Come to a show. You haven’t been all season.”

“Yeah,” your eyes start to drift close, and you relax a bit more. “Yeah, I’d like that. So, uh…how much longer do you think you’re going to ride bulls?”

“Until the season is over,” you give him a swat to his hand, giggling at him. “It’s always been my dream. I’m just barely getting started. I know this is tough being away from me. Things were easier when you were on the road.”

“It’s worth it though. Not being away from you, but most couples don’t spend every waking second on the day together. We just have to learn how to navigate this. I’ll take a week off, go and be with you, and watch you, and…”

“Fuck until the sun comes up,” you swat him again, causing laughter between the two of you, and you turn back to look at him, “What? It’s fun. You’re more than just sex, but you have to admit it is fun.”

“You miss me when I’m here?”

“Of course I do. My hand sucks.”

“Frank! I’m serious.”

“Yes, Bunny. I miss you, and the way you came over to the chute to give me a kiss. The way you nervously stood by watching me, or when I got hurt how much you took care of me. I definitely miss our own hotel room. Steve snores, and Bucky moans.”

“I think he’s singing in his sleep.”

“It’s annoying. I’d much rather wake up next to you,” he leans forward, slotting his lips against yours, and you melt into his touch. This felt right, despite everything else. Clyde sleeping close to you, and your rugged cowboy kissing you so gently. It was hard being away from Frank, but moments like these made up for it. “Buns, I love you.”

“Love you, too, Frank. You think the dog would sleep through us having…”

“Yep. Yes, he will. Come on, his bed is put at the opposite end of the camper. Afterwards, I guess he can get in the bed with us. But shh, don’t get him riled up, because I’m in fact very riled up, and I’m seriously aching here and…Bunny, let’s go.”

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tuiccim · 1 year

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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."

#Frank Adler #frank adler x reader #frank adler x you #frank adler fanfiction #Frank Adler fluff #Frank Adler flirt #Frank Adler fic #Frank Adler fanfic #Gifted #Gifted Movie #The Thot Neighborhood #Tis the season to be thot-y #Chris Evans #chris evans characters #chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #frank adler imagine

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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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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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Old Habits

Frank Adler x Reader

Chapter 7

Masterlists Chapter 6 Summary: Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don’t die. Chapter Summary: Y/n and Frank come face to face a month after their friends' wedding. Warnings- Angst

One month later. Shedding her coat as she stepped through the front door, Y/n draped the camel colored garment on the coat rack while wiping off the wet soles of her shoes on the welcome mat. With a tired huff, she slid her bag off her shoulder and absently set it on the table in the foyer, discarding her keys in the little ceramic bowl next to it. Tiredly, she staggered through the front hall towards the living room, getting her phone out of the front pocket of her pale blue scrubs on her way there.

Unlocking the device, she found that there was a couple texts from Amanda, who’d just returned from her and Jack’s London honeymoon, probably relating to the conversation they’d been having off and on throughout the day. Tapping the notification as she slumped to the sofa, kicking off the shoes in the process- sure enough, it was related to their ongoing conversation.

Just talk to him, please. You’re both miserable and maybe it can be good for both of you.

I hate seeing my friends like this.

Reading her texts, Y/n quickly conjured up a response, promising Amanda that she’d think about reaching out to Frank. The truth was though, she’d been doing a lot more than thinking about talking to Frank. Atlanta had stopped feeling like home ever since she’d returned from Florida and all she could think of was all the little moments they’d shared over her last visit. Everyday, lying to herself was getting harder.

She wasn’t okay without him- she never was.

Leaving- the first time and the second- was a mistake.

More and more, Y/n was getting the sense that she should have fought for him, the way he’d fought for her the first time around. She should have caught him alone after seeing him and Bonnie in the lobby and confessed that she still loved him, and that even if she’d gotten through the past three years without him, it had been hell. He deserved to know that she still kept her favorite picture of their family at her bedside and that he and Mary crossed her more times than she could ever stand to count.

Frank deserved to know that even if she’d wasted all that time pretending that she'd moved on, there wasn’t any length of time that could pass that would consequent her getting over him.

As Y/n threw her head against the back of the sofa, her phone went off again. With a lazy sigh, she lifted the phone and glanced at the screen once more, finding that time, she had an email. It was a confirmation message from an airline, letting her know that she’d successfully booked a plane ticket to Florida.

Now, all she had to do was figure out what she was going to say.

Saturday’s usually meant spending the afternoon down at the beach. It didn’t matter how many times he and Mary had been there, she never failed to enthusiastically gather her bucket for sea shell collecting and swipe the sunscreen off the bathroom counter. Frank swore if she didn’t remember the sunscreen, they’d both just get awful sunburn; before she’d left, Y/n had always been the one that packed for the beach trips. A bag with sunscreen, extra water bottles, snacks and a little “emergency kit” was always her thing, though Mary had watched her do it enough times to pick up bits of it on her own.

“Ready Mar?” Frank called from his bedroom, closing up the plastic buttons of his light blue button up before grabbing his sunglasses off the top of his untidily packed dresser and hooking them in the pocket of the shirt.

“Yeah!” Just after she answered, there was a knocking on the door that was easily heard through their small abode. “Frank,” Mary called, her small voice etched with the purpose of someone a little older, “I’m getting the door.”

“Do not do that,” he warned firmly, putting some haste into his step, Frank hustled out of his bedroom. Even if he did now have full and legal custody of Mary, she knew that answering the door was off limits, solely because of stranger danger. Tripping over one of her toys, Frank grabbed the nearby cupboard to stop himself from falling. Of course, like every other kid her age, the concept of putting away her things seemed foreign to his niece. “Mary, do not get-”

Upon reaching the front of the house, Frank stopped in his tracks, though it was not entirely because Mary had blatantly disobeyed him, but also in part because of who she’d opened the door to.

“You’re back,” Mary looked up at her with big eyes, and swallowing thickly, Y/n gazed down at her. In silence, the three of them just stood there, and for a minute, Frank was worried that Mary would lash out the way she had when he’d gone to get her from her foster parents. When her reaction was entirely different though, he gasped. Instead of firing a slew of untrained punches, Mary flung herself into Y/n’s legs, reaching upwards to hug her hips. “Why’d you leave me?”

Clearly surprised, Y/n sucked in a sharp breath before succumbing to her knees to reciprocate the embrace, “Look how big you’ve gotten,” she rasped tearily, smoothing one hand over Mary’s hair as she used the other to rub her back affectionately.

“I’ve missed you,” Mary said when they pulled away a little, though still holding each other.

“I’ve missed you too, Wiggles,” Y/n pressed her thumb to Mary’s nose, and Frank easily recalled that both the pet name and the gesture had been little things between the pair. Mary had been such a squirmy baby, earning herself the nickname in just her first few months with him and Y/n, while the thumb on her nose had somehow become a little, sign of affection they developed in their time together.

“Mary, where’s your hat, go get your hat,” Frank swallowed thickly, taking a couple steps forward. He hated to break up their reunion, but having them reintroduced like that wasn’t right, Mary didn’t need to have her hopes built up only for them to be broken down again.

And neither did he.

Looking over at him, she frowned deeply, “But Frank-”

“Go,” he urged, touching the top of her head before pointing towards the inside of the house.

“Fine,” she grumbled, begrudged. Folding her arms petulantly, she turned and marched inside, stopping when she was through the doorway to glance back at Y/n, “Don’t leave again, okay?”

Y/n sucked in a breath, managing a faint smile, “I won’t.”

With his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, Frank stepped closer to the door, waiting until Mary was safely out of earshot before speaking. “You shouldn’t have said that to her.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that he was still angry about what she’d done after the wedding; made him think that there was still a shot for them only to disappear the next morning, as if it had all meant nothing.

As she blinked slowly, Frank recognized the shine in her eyes as tears, and wrapping her arms around herself, Y/n sniffled, “Say what?”

Frank scoffed, “That you’re not gonna leave, because that is all you do.”

“That is not fair,” Y/n argued, voice breaking.

“But leaving without explanation, twice, was?” Licking his lips, he glanced backwards to the inside of the house, “Do you have any idea what you did to her when you just disappeared like that?”

“I......I know it must have been horrible for her, and I know I shouldn’t have come here like this but I wanted to talk-”

“Oh, so now you wanna talk?” Frank’s words were laced with venom and while he absolutely abhorred being mad at her, he didn’t think he could help it. None of it felt fair, and if he was being honest, the whole thing was beginning to seem like a cruel game, and he’d been played one too many times.

Y/n furrowed her brows at his furious question, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She folded her arms defensively across her chest, she straightened her back.

“It means that I thought things would be different between us after that night, but you skipped out on me, again and I cannot keep doing this with you.” “Well what was I supposed to do? Stick around and ruin your relationship?” Y/n huffed, tuning her face away for a moment before meeting his gaze again, “And for the record, I waited. But then you didn't show up and when I went down to the lobby, you were getting ready to leave with your girlfriend.”

Frank scrunched his nose, “Wha-no. No, that is not what you saw-”

“Don’t tell me what I saw,” Or didn’t see, in the moment, Y/n was not interested in specifics.

“Fine,” now loosely mirroring her stance, he held her gaze, with his defiant pools of blue, “Then you misinterpreted what you saw.”

“What?” Suddenly, Y/n’s voice was quiet and Frank felt guilty for yelling the way he had.

“What you saw in the lobby was probably me and Bonnie breaking up,” he explained softly, ducking his head, “I just thought that if I came back to you with that whole part of it out of the way, you’d hear me out better. Even though you had someone else.”

“I didn’t have anyone else,” Y/n clarified quickly and Frank confessed to eavesdropping on her conversation during the reception, “Oh that….that was,” she chuckled dryly, “I actually broke it off that same night…..cause-”

“Got my hat, Frank!” Mary popped out from the cover of the door, sure enough wearing her hat with the front pulled down over her face a little. “Do you wanna come with us to the beach, Y/n?”

“You still go to the beach on Saturdays,” wearing the first hints of a breathless smile, she glanced at Frank.

He was about to respond when Mary interjected urgently, “Please Y/n,” she put on her best puppy eyes, “It’ll be so much fun.”

“Uh….” Y/n was visibly hesitating, “Only if its okay with Frank,” and just like that, she shoved the entire thing on him.

Undoubtedly, his decision would greatly impact the rest of the evening. Saying yes would facilitate the opportunity for them to properly finish their conversation, and would obviously make Mary very happy. But Frank didn’t think he’d be doing right on her if he let Y/n continue to duck in and out of her life.

But Mary was giving him those eyes. The same eyes that led to them adopting Fred.

“Alright,” he caved, secretly hoping he wasn’t making another mistake.

Mary had insisted that they spend some time together collecting seashells, and while she and Y/n strolled along the shore, where the waves washing the sand would touch their feet, pulling sand from under their bare soles as the water receded, she’d explained that she still put them in their special jar. It was a little habit Y/n had encouraged when Mary was a toddler; they’d go to the beach, sometimes together, sometimes with Frank, and gather any shell, sand dollar or small rock that was pretty or unusual and then put it in a jar they kept as a decoration in the living room. That used to be her favorite part of her days off.

“Did you miss me when you were gone?” Mary peered, glancing up at Y/n as they slowly threaded along the shore. Her small hand held on tightly to Y/n’s, who couldn’t help but notice how much Mary had grown- seven was small, but not near as small as four.

She couldn’t believe that she’d missed so much. Mary’s first day of school. The custody battle, which Amanda had relayed to her in great detail- it had broken her heart when Frank had relinquished custody of Mary and she’d been happy from afar to hear he’d gone back for her.

“Of course I missed you, Wiggles,” Y/n licked her lips, easily recalling how many times she’d thought about Mary and Frank; the family she’d left behind and the life she still missed. “I thought about you everyday.”

“Then why didn’t you call?” She frowned deeply, stopping suddenly, “You just disappeared,” her lips were wobbling and it pained Y/n to know that she’d hurt Mary so badly. “I thought you stopped loving me.”

Abruptly, Y/n sank to her knees, not caring if her jeans got wet. Affectionately, she took hold of Mary’s fragile shoulders and urged the child to turn towards her, “I could never, ever stop loving you. Couldn’t even dream of it,” her voice broke at the end and she teared up a little, “It’s just….when I left…..I was really hurting, and I didn’t think I could take care of you and Frank the way you deserved. But that was a mistake, and it was not your fault.”

“It was a mistake?” Mary sniffled, using the back of her free hand to wipe her tear stained cheeks.

“The biggest one I ever made,” for a split second, Y/n glanced at Frank, who’d hung back near his truck, sitting on the trunk of a coconut tree that had fallen before they’d even moved to Florida, beer in hand and eyes cast towards the horizon. “And I’ve regretted it everyday.”

“And you won’t leave again?” She prodded hopefully.

“Never for that long,” Y/n reassured. She’d already decided, albeit impulsively, that it was high time she moved back to St. Petersburg, she’d already started updating her CV so it would be ready to send to hospitals in the area and looking into apartments. Even if she and Frank didn’t get back together, Y/n wanted to be close to Mary again, if he’d allow it. “I’d have to go back for my things, but I’ll come back- and I mean that.”

Mary hesitated for a moment, before asking, “Promise?”

Y/n nodded, pulling her in for a warm hug, “I promise,” she kissed the side of Mary’s head. “I should go talk to Frank,” she glanced at him again before pecking Mary’s forehead standing and dusting the wet sand off her pants, “But stay close, okay?” When Mary nodded, Y/n set off towards Frank, wrapping her arms around herself.

As she drew closer, Y/n caught her lower lip between her teeth, secretly hoping he’d cooled off a little since their spat at the house. Upon seeing her trudge nearer, feet sinking in the soft, warm sand with every step, Frank lifted his elbows off his thighs and sat up straighter, taking a swing of his beer. “She missed you. A lot,” he gestured towards Mary with his bottle.

“I missed her too,” Y/n dusted off part of the trunk before sitting on it, leaving about six inches between them, not daring to steal a glance his way yet. They were quiet for a while after that, until Y/n remembered what they’d been talking about back at the house, “I broke up with him because….I was only with him to forget about you. But its hard to forget you when you’re right in front of me. And he’s married.”

His head snapped in her direction and Frank took a while before responding, “Married,” he whistled lowly, “That is not like you….at all,” he might have been an authority on the matter, considering he knew her almost as well as she knew herself.

“I know,” Y/n hummed, “I think that’s why I was with him,” she shook her head, “Because being part of me involves being with you. When I left the first time,” she bent her head to look at her tangled fingers, “It was because…..when I looked at you and her all I could think of was that part of our family was missing. We should have had our baby, she should have had her cousin. I was sad and disappointed and angry. I thought leaving meant I could get away from that. You know? Maybe a new place and new people would help me shake it off. But I lied when I said it helped,” she glanced down at the sand pitifully, “It didn’t, it kept following me. By the time I’d realized that I made a mistake, I figured it was too late to come back,” she sighed, continuing after a pause, “Then, when I saw you with Bonnie, I told myself it was definitely too late, I wished I’d waited a little longer though,” when she turned to him, she discovered that Frank was looking at her, brows knitted with intrigue and lips pressed together, “I’m sorry I left, both times. I regret it, and I miss you and I’d love if we could try again.”

"I have thought about getting back together since the moment you left," Frank admitted, "I think....I think part of being me involves being with you too. I'm tired of being mad at you, I'm tired of wondering where we'd pick things up from," he exhaled audibly, glancing down at his bottle, where the short nail of his thumb was digging at the edge of the label and his words made her heart quicken. Was he going to turn her down? “I'm just tired of not being with you," Frank paused and Y/n held her breath, "Will you put your ring back on?” He lifted his head to meet her eyes and his question surprised her, though, Y/n knew her answer from the moment she registered his question.

“I’d really like that,” she scooted closer, until her knee was touching his, “Are you sure it won’t be confusing for her?” Y/n nodded towards Mary.

Frank huffed a chuckle, “The only person that wants us back together more than, well, us, is Mary.”

Y/n laughed quietly, sighing contentedly when Frank casually slung his arm over her shoulders, “Are we back together?” She scrunched her nose, tipping her chin to meet his eyes, “Just like that?”

“I don’t see why not. Unless that’s not-”

Leaning up, she cut his words off with a chaste kiss on his lips, “That’s exactly what I want,” she smiled when they broke, "We have a lot to figure out, but I love you and I want this to work.”

“I love you too and I know we can fix this,” Frank kissed her again, and when they separated again, Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder. Though, the private moment of quiet was short lived when Mary approached them, handing Frank her bucket of seashells before taking both their hands and urging them up so they could all go walking again. Standing between them, holding both their hands, Mary led them down the gentle slope, towards the shore, occasionally jumping so Y/n and Frank would swing her playfully.

Just like that, they felt like a family again, and all the heartache from the past three years was muted; as long as they were together, they’d figure it out.

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nancydrewwouldnever · 4 months

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Well we are on the topic I always wondered why jenny never did promotion with Chris or mckenna for Gifted? Especially for the GMA interview.

LOL, because Jenny and Chris had to be separated for the Gifted press days/events as that was after their first break-up and the tension was still really bad. Jenny did her press days with Octavia. But, honestly, it just made sense, too, to put Chris and McKenna together as they were the two leads in the movie.

#ask #gifted movie

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spinningintheshadows · 1 year

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Me: Chris Evans can’t make me cry

Also Me: I watched gifted and it turns out Chris Evans can make me cry and I’m a bitch ass liar

#Chris Evans #gifted movie

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faithiegirl01 · 2 years

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Faithie’s Rant Corner:

Uggh 😩 I can’t find my Gifted DVD and it’s making me angry. Like way beyond angry cause all I want to do is watch stupidity handsome Chris Evans In that movie, but I can’t find the DVD anywhere at all. If I lost it I might seriously cry…

#chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans #Gifted #gifted movie #frank adler x reader #frank adler

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youjustcantrefuse · 6 months

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Gifted, 2017

#chris evans #frank adler #gifted movie

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friendly-neighborhood-kinnie · 3 months

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GIFTED (2017) THE LAST OF US AU

that's all :)

#the last of us #tlou #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller #ellie tlou #joel tlou #gifted 2017 #gifted movie

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chloesimaginationthings · 3 months

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FNAF movie Mike learns about Michael's awful diet

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #sister location #exotic butters #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Michael hated the butters but he’s grown to see their value #he grabbed that out from his bag he’s always prepared #Mike just doesn’t understand how good thr butters actually are #he has to try it to understand #I really do hope Michael did get to try the butters it was his gift basket after all

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Entangled Lust, Part 7

Summary: Another night with Frank

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, mentions of bruises, mentions of abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Masterlist

*dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Roberta?” Frank leans in his landlord’s house, peeking around the corner, “I have a favor.”

“No,” she answers shortly, carrying a load of laundry through the hall before sitting on the couch. “Whatever it is you want, the answer is no.”

“But…”

“No, Frank.”

“I asked Miss Honey out on a date. A real date,” she cocks up her eyebrow, looking him up and down confused. The last she heard about you, you had a something. A boyfriend, dating, something. “Okay, here’s the deal, the man she’s been…seeing, he’s still out of town. She…she kinda confided in me that he makes her uncomfortable. It was just fun, but you know how I told you I saw him at the school watching her. She’s ending it.”

“And you think it’s a good idea to get involved with a woman who hasn’t broken up with this man? How do you know that she even is interested, or that she will leave him. You’re like the other woman convincing themselves that the husband will leave their wife.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Frank interjects, but his voice remains calm. His mouth turns up into a sweet smile, “We kissed. And there was no alcohol involved, and it was…Roberta, it was amazing. And we talked, and it didn’t involve kids or work. Just talked about things we liked and our childhood, and I want this date, but she’s cooking at the house, and I would like it if you watched Mary again tonight. We don’t have much time until that man comes back, and she talked about the best way to end it with him, and…she is. I know I sound crazy, but she doesn’t want to be with him. She was bored, and did whatever because I was an idiot and ignoring her. I did that. I pushed her away, and now it’s my job to bring her back into my life. Please. Pretty pretty please, and I’ll make sure she makes enough food for me to bring over here.”

“Fine,” Roberta answers quickly. Standing up she takes a few steps closer to Frank, “But I want you to be careful. I want you to guard yourself, not too much because I know how much you like this girl. And I’m only doing this because you know I would keep Mary any day of the week. Why do you think she’s scared of him? Other than the obvious of him watching her?”

“Steve, he’s friends with Bucky. He owns a club of a, uh…it’s a sex club.”

“Of the anonymous kind?” Frank nods his head, “She got mixed up in that? Mary’s sweet little teacher?”

“Rough sex isn’t off limits to teachers. We talked about it, about her kinks and preferences, and they were not a turn off, I can tell you that. But…he’s been getting rougher with her. To the point I’ve noticed she’s been off at school. She’s not enjoying it anymore. She’s scared, and I just want to have a nice quiet life with her.”

“You know, if you and her work out, you’re going to have to move. I’ve got bigger houses for you,” she runs her hand up and down Frank’s arm giving him a smile, “Protect yourself. Don’t get in too deep until you know for sure that woman is going to leave him. You’ve got a child to worry about. But you’re a grown man. I’ll keep Mary. I’m allergic to tree nuts. And I don’t want cold food, I want you to walk over here with a plate for me and Mary,” giving her the biggest smile, Frank nods his head, and starts for the door. He had a lot to do before you came over.

“You know,” you playfully say as you step through Frank’s door. He had cleaned up. It wasn’t just the apartment, it was himself as well. His usual oil crusted nails were completely cleaned. A new shirt, his messy hair was styled (even though you preferred the messy), cologne, and even his beard seemed more clean. “You didn’t have to clean to impress me.”

“Well,” he shrugs his shoulders with a smile, “Are you impressed?”

“Mhmm,” you bite at your lip, and he pulls you close to his body.

“Is this okay?” You nod your head whispering yes, and he dips in lower to you, “What about this?”

“Yes…” oh the desire to call him sir was creeping up your throat, and you weren’t sure how Frank would feel about that. So you stuff it down. Not everything Bucky told you was awful, you just weren’t sure you could explore those things with other people. You never wanted Frank to think you were a freak.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

“Okay,” your voice was already so weak. It was practically begging him to destroy you. Pressing his mouth against your own, it didn’t take long until you were putty in his arms. The kiss was vastly different from Bucky. There was so much need and desire. With Bucky it was this animalistic lust.

With Frank you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, you did prefer it messy. Your body was naturally arching into him. His hands were only on your back, and his lips were only on yours, but you felt him all over your body. There was a need to have him. Your body wanted what it wanted, and you wanted what you wanted, and Frank just happened to be the answer for both.

“We should,” you whimper as his mouth places open mouth kisses on your neck. His fingers moving on the back of your neck, but his thumb rubs over the top, and a lewd mewl rings up to the ceiling, “Frank, we should…we should cook supper,” you gulp as he pulls back. The last thing you wanted to cook supper. But he made a promise to Mary and Roberta, and you were going to make sure that he fulfilled it. What you really wanted was for him to either bend you over the counter, sink into the floor with you, or throw you over his shoulder as he carried you into the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, it’s not really what I want to do,” you look down to the floor as your cheeks heat up. You are mortified at what you just admitted. It seemed like things were moving so fast. But you wanted him, you wanted Frank so bad. Wanted him more from the moment his skin touched you. It was like fire on your body, and you were struggling to stay on task of cooking supper.

It was what you should do, right? You shouldn’t rush into sex. Even if it felt like you and Frank had been playing this flirting game for most of the year. Had already spent the night in his bed. There was something with Frank that just felt right. And you wanted it. It was the one good thing that time with Bucky had taught you, and that was what your body was feeling was okay. And it was okay to act on those feelings.

Taking a deep gulp, you go to walk around Frank, but those hands slide around your waist, “Frank…”

“I want it, too. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

“And it’s not going too fast?” You peek around your shoulder, looking up at him, and his cock twitches in his pants. God, you looked amazing. Felt even better, and he hated himself for not acting on this sooner.

“No. No, I think we earned the right to go fast,” you giggle, looking up at him. “You gotta stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He blows a puff of air out his mouth, covering your entire face with his hand, and you continue laughing, “You know what you’re doing, Miss Honey.”

“Oh? We’re going with formal names, Mr. Adler,” he drops his hand, and the two of you share a quick look, before you quickly get out of his embrace, and walk to the stove. “So, no tree nuts. Um, I thought a quick and easy hamburgers and fries, but of course jazzed up would be nice? Oh, my bags.”

Frank smirks as you walk to get the things that you had brought. He could see the sexual tension build up. Could practically feel it radiating off you. You weren’t as reserved as you once were. There was this air of innocence, and still you knew exactly what you were doing. He walks behind you, and your back arches a moment. Turning to places his front to your back he rests his chin on your shoulder, smoothing his hands over your hip.

Frank notices the slight change in your face when he presses too hard on your hips, but makes no comment. Just enjoys the random sway of your body, making your ass rub over his crotch. He was ruined. This felt natural, and he can imagine you here every day doing just this. Could already see your belly swollen while he rubs over it. It felt right. It shouldn’t feel this comfortable but it does.

Frank returns from taking Roberta and Mary their plates, while you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I should do it. I made a mess, and you,” you always forget how tall Frank is as he steps in front of you, and your eyes roll up to meet him. “Frank, I want you to kiss me.”

“Good,” he answers breathlessly, crashing his mouth into yours. It was the kiss that changed everything. There was no going back, and you didn’t even care. His hands graze down your back, landing at your ass before he pulls you up to him. “Is this where this is going?”

“Yeah,” you breathe in his mouth, moving your lips to his neck as he walks you into the bedroom. Crawling the two of you to the bed where you immediately start undoing his shirt. Letting your fingers run up and down his chiseled chest, before he was pulling the shirt off. Lifting you up, to pull off your shirt, and he growls at the site of your tits, and they are still covered.

Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra, and his hands move to kneading your tits. Pulling him closer to yours, you were aching for him. He leans down to kiss along the supple skin of your breast, and you forget how to breathe. Your body arches into him, and your legs even spread more, letting his jean covered crotch grind into you.

He was basically dry humping you, and you felt his bulge right at your entrance. Whimpering up his name, you start undoing his pants. There was enough foreplay, right now, you just wanted Frank. Needed him. Needed to feel what he felt like inside of you. Upon pulling his jeans down, you tug at his boxers, yelping when the weight of his cock falls on your thigh. “Frank!”

“I know. I know,” he whispers on your neck, his own hands getting rid of what little was left separating the two of you. Lifting your ass up to make things easier, and he slips your jeans and panties off in one swipe. Licking at his hand, he rubs it over your sex, and both of you moan at the feeling. Screaming out his name again, and he looks down at where the two of your nether regions were just right there at each other.

Gripping the base of his cock, he runs it through your glistening folds, “You always get this wet?”

“You’ve been edging me all night.”

“I’ve been…been edging you,” he only teases his mushroom tip in, before pulling out, and slapping it over your clit. Choosing to ignore the bruises on your body for now. You were clenching around nothing. Your fingers reach up to him, and you were so cute when you were desperate. Pushing back into your heat, he pulls out. Your body was trying to suck him into your core, while you were just whining.

“I have had your ass on me most of the evening. And I was edging you. Nope,” he does it again, and you scream out in frustration. “You’re worked up Miss Honey,” you sit up, and look down your body and how Frank was just running his tip through your slicked up pussy lips. His precum making a mess, and your hole was being neglected.

“Frank, please, I need you,” he pushes in a bit further, but pulls out completely, and you push him off you, throwing your leg over him, and you press your hands against his chest, “I’ll do it myself,” grabbing the base of his cock, you slide yourself over him. Humming at the feeling. Sinking down slowly so you feel every part of him stretch you out, but you don’t stop until you rest on his pelvis.

The two of you just staring at one another while you get adjusted to him. Giving a few filthy grinds before you smile at him, “You fit perfectly in me,” he nods his head excitedly, starting to sit up in the bed. Bringing himself right up to you, and he cups your cheek. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“I don’t want to be too far away from you. Can you…?” You pull yourself off him before slamming right back down on him, and Frank nods. “Yeah. Yeah, you got this,” he stutters, watching you slowly sink over him. You wanted this moment to last. You needed something slow paced, where you learned Frank like this.

Your tits were right in his face, and he didn’t have anything better to do than to suck on your hardened buds. Those pretty baby blue eyes rolling up to look at you. His tongue and mouth work your nipple so good while your hips pull him in and out of you. “Frank,” you moan, slowing down even more. All night. You wanted to feel him all night.

“I know,” he answers, pulling your tit out with a pop. “We’re alone until noon tomorrow. You just have fun. Do what…whatever you want. Fuck. It’s been awhile. Fuck,” he grunts again, lifting up his hips to twist you on your back. Never leaving from inside your warmth. You fit him like a glove. He picks up the pace, rutting into you. His thumb creates tight little circles on your bundle of nerves. “My refractory period is quite short. We can do it again.”

“I don’t care as long as we can do it again.”

“Fuck!” His eyes roll into the back of his head as he starts railing into you. A beating pace that you didn’t want to come down from. Heat blooms in the pit of your stomach, and you smile up at him.

“Right there, Frank. Don’t stop. Don’t…” you bite at your lip as your walls lock around him. Pulling him down for a bruising kiss as your cunt milks his cock dry. Thick creamy cum filling up your cunt, and while fast, this was the best you had ever felt. “Frank,” your voice was wrecked, and you couldn’t wait to do this again. You hoped he had you twisted and hanging off the bed, you didn’t care what he did as long as he did it again.

“Shh, let me get you cleaned up. Get us some water and snacks. It’s going to be a long night.”

Still naked, his tight little ass walks through the house, and your eyes start to close. You could get used to him. Rules of being his kid’s teacher be damned, because you wanted him. You didn’t want just sex, you wanted him, and everything he had to offer, including Mary.

Bucky takes a long drag on his cigarette, pulling his phone up to his ear, “Find all you can on Frank Adler.”

“Why?”

“He’s fucking what belongs to me. And I’m going to have fun reminding her of who she belongs to. She can’t get away with trying to screw me over. She wants to act like a little slut. I’ll treat her like a little slut. I’ve got some videos. Maybe we need a private viewing of Miss Honey’s fucked out cunt leaking of my cum. Watch her lick the floor where I spilled out of her. See how tears mess up her makeup as her pussy gets a beating from my cock and those pretty tits just bounce around, and how she screams for more. Wonder how the dad’s in her classroom will feel about that sweet little teacher then. Make Frank watch as I loan her body out to each one of those dads. I’m tired of being nice. She’s been a very very bad girl. And now, it’s time for her to take her punishment.”

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ehgood-enough · 10 months

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Overall I think gifted is an interesting story. It’s not a great movie but it’s interesting. Shows how much the court system and society just runs on what the rich want

Also super depressing that they took Fred away from mary

Not a feel good movie at all

#gifted #gifted movie #poor fred #movies i’ve watched #not great not bad

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ghostskyee · 9 months

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ive already seen barbie twice and i could watch it a million times more if money wasn’t real

#barbie #barbie 2023 #procreate #digital #drawss #2023 #GOD. what a movie #i had a gift card so that’s why i watched it twice

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Old Habits

Frank Adler x Reader

Chapter 3

Masterlists Chapter 2 Summary: Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don’t die. Chapter Summary: Franks recounts the story of what drove Y/n to leave, though, it may do more harm than good. Warnings- Angst, mentions of miscarriage

Three years earlier When he got home, the television was off and the house was quiet, which was strange, he knew for sure that she wasn't working that night. Usually, on the evenings that Y/n was home, when Frank got in at around seven, the TV would be on even if no one was watching, and his girls would be in the kitchen getting started on dinner. That night, in addition to the crushing stillness, it didn’t seem like anyone was cooking.

As he set his tool box down on the table near the front door where he usually worked on smaller projects, Frank slowly trudged through the house, vaguely noting the smaller signs of disarray; a few of Mary’s books strewn on the sofa, Y/n’s hospital badge discarded on the worn coffee table, and a opened package near it.

Instead of going to find either of them, he stopped near the package, moving one of the box’s top flaps to have a peek inside. At the sight of its contents, his shoulders slumped and he released a heavy breath. A stuffed duck and a little yellow onesie, probably sized for a newborn; the sticker from the shipping company proved that it might have been a gift from her parents, probably sent on its way before they’d lost the baby.

No wonder the house was quiet- Y/n had probably sent Mary over to Roberta’s so she could have some time alone after opening that package. They’d been trying to shield Mary from the entire thing; initially, they'd been waiting for the twenty week scan before telling her, which, in the end, had saved them the heartache of having to explain what had happened after the miscarriage.

Nineteen weeks and three days, they were almost there.

Until they weren't.

A late miscarriage- that was what the doctor had called it. For him and Y/n though, it could all be neatly encompassed under one blanket term; the most devastating experience of their lives. He didn’t think anything had hurt that bad since Diana’s passing, and even then, it was still different. At least he’d had the privilege of knowing his sister, but they'd only gotten to hold their son once. Nicolas, it had taken hours to come up with the right name for their sleeping angel, and when they had, it was devastating- naming a child they couldn't take home.

Watching Y/n grieve had been even more heartbreaking; she’d always been the smile through it and keep busy type and it was devastatingly clear that she was struggling to maintain the facade. She'd dove straight into work from the minute she was declared physically well enough and he could see that her efforts to keep moving forward was wearing Y/n thin.

But she also wasn’t letting him in. Only two weeks had passed since the very small send off they'd held for him, just the pair of them, Roberta and their closest friends; Jack and Amanda, and every time he tried to bring it up, Y/n would just push him a little further away. Frank was trying, he was giving it very best, but he could feel the distance yawning wider every time they shared a room.

It was normal, space was normal, he'd convinced himself of it- grief could be very isolating for some. She'd open up eventually, they just needed to get though the worst of it.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Frank continued through their small abode in search of Y/n. Upon deciding that she wasn’t in the kitchen, he headed to their bedroom. Frank didn’t know what he was expecting to see when he walked in, but he did know that two half packed suitcases on the bed was far from it.

Emotional space he understood, but the prospect of physical distance made his blood run cold. He couldn't lose her too.

“Y/n?” He called out to her, audibly confused, tuning to where she stood, taking things out of her side of the closet. “What’s…..”

“Frank,” she gasped, turning with several articles on hangers clutched close to her chest. Swallowing thickly, she paused, standing just a couple feet away from him. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red rimmed, it was so obvious that she’d been crying, probably since she opened the package, and it killed him to see her hurting like that. He wished he could take it away- he wished they didn’t have to go through that at all. “You…..I thought you said you were working late.”

She was going to leave without telling him?

Frank scoffed, “That’s the best you can do?” He nudged to the suitcases, both half filled with her things. Ducking his head, he sniffled quietly, “I don't understand why you’d just…..is it something I’m doing? Is it not enough? Is it too much?”

Dumping the clothes in a pile on the bed, Y/n approached him quickly, reaching out to grab his forearms, her touch soft and comforting, “No, no. God no, its not…this doesn’t have anything to do with you,” her voice broke pitifully, “I can't do it anymore. Its just….this whole place, reminds me of what we lost. Every time I look at you, all I can think of is how I’ll never know if he has your eyes or your smile; every time I look at you,” a hitched sob escaped her lips, “It hurts.”

Losing his sister fractured his heart, losing their baby boy had pulled the pieces apart but having his fiancee tell him that looking at him hurt felt like a semi was doing laps over the remains.

Without even trying, he was the reason for her pain.

Stumbling aimlessly, Frank’s knees buckled when the back of his thighs hit the bed. With a lump now caught in his throat, he sank to the bed, barely managing the words, “I don’t understand.”

She’d always cried so quietly, and that evening the sound of her uncontained sobs were no different, short, shallow breaths escaping her throat. “Neither do I.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Frank rose suddenly, eager to make her stay, he loved her. Mary loved her. “We can get through this, we can see a therapist or-”

“I just need to get away for a while, okay?” Get away- as if she were running from him. Escaping him, their family.

Through his tears, he watched as Y/n eased her engagement ring off her finger; a small, princess cut diamond on a simple, white gold band. They were only a couple months shy of their wedding, though, that probably wouldn’t have been happening any time soon. “Why are you giving it back?” Frank stood when she offered the ring, stepping back so she couldn’t hand it over, “If its just for a while, why are you giving it back?”

“Because I can’t keep it right now,” she sniffled, swiping at her tear stained cheeks with the back of her hand, “Please just take it.”

A shuddered breath seeped off lips, “I can’t.”

Stepping closer, Y/n reached up and slipped the ring into the breast pocket of his shirt, standing a little higher on her tiptoes so she could press a kiss- which he eagerly reciprocated- to his lips. “This isn’t goodbye,” she whispered, the tips of their noses still touching.

His hands sought her hips and he leaned his forehead against hers. “Feels like it is,” his voice broke, and when he tried to kiss her again, she broke away right when he moved to deepen the endearment.

“I promise its not,” Y/n licked her lips and turned away. For a couple minutes more, he just stood there, hoping she’d turn around or maybe change her mind, though, when she resumed her packing, through soft sobs and shaking breaths, Frank dragged himself out of the house- he needed to get away for a while too.

Present Day “So she just never came back?” Bonnie asked after he’d finished his painful recount.

Frank pondered for a moment, eyes cast to the creme carpet as he leaned forward with elbows pressed into his jean clad thighs. "Yeah," sighing softly, he blinked quickly. "She was….struggling," back then, it had been hard to understand, but looking at it after all that time had passed, it was clear that she'd only been doing what she thought would help her heal.

The ‘how’ of it though, was still a mystery to him- Frank had wanted them to grieve together, heal together. They'd lost their child together, and then they’d lost each other, he couldn’t make sense of that part. Why not choose to lean on him? Why not try to protect what they’d been left with? How could she just give up them like that? He didn’t understand, but he couldn’t bare to let Bonnie, or anyone else, make Y/n some kind of villain.

"That doesn't excuse what she did," Bonnie rose from the bed, coming over to affectionately clutch his shoulder, but suddenly defensive, he shrugged away.

"Its not about-" Shaking his head, he stood, shuffling away from her and deserting the near empty bottle on the table, "I told you, its complicated."

Bonnie knitted her brows, "Why are you defending her? She left you, and that must have been horrible for Mary," it was, Mary had cried for almost a year when they'd stopped being able to reach her, and even if they rarely talked about Y/n, he could tell that his niece was still holding onto the hope that she'd come back. "I can't believe you're so….chill about this-"

“I’m not chill, it fucking hurts!” He yelled and she jumped, Frank felt a little guilty, but he couldn’t just stand there and let anyone talk about Y/n like that. “You have no idea what she went though- I don’t even know,” he pointed furiously at his chest. “But I do know that it was awful for both of us. She just….she did what she needed to," even if it broke his heart a little more every time he thought about it.

Bonnie furrowed her brows and dropped her arms, turning away from him, “Hurts.”

“What?” He scoffed.

“You said it hurts,” she shook her head, “You’re not even over it yet,” her shoulders slumped and she rubbed her hands over her cheeks, “So what the hell are you doing with me?” When Bonnie met his gaze again, her eyes were shining and his guilt was doubled.

Licking his lips, he approached her, reaching out for her arms, only for Bonnie to flinch away. “Its not like that,” his rasped words didn’t seem to stick the landing, and so, Frank added, “We lost our baby, it always gonna hurt,” his voice cracked and he hated the sound of it, “But I’m here with you because I want to be with you, today was the first time I’d seen her since then,” well not really. He and Y/n had still seen each other after she’d left; Mary used to visit her apartment, and they’d still been a couple back then- sort of. They used go to dinner, get drinks or go to the beach once in a while, that was why he’d been so confused when she’d just upped and left without warning.

He was absolutely not going to tell Bonnie any of that though.

Exhaling heavily, she shut her eyes for a minute and shook her head again, “You haven’t seen her since then,” he almost thought she believed him- until he realized it wouldn’t have even mattered, “But this evening you two just….clicked.”

His shoulders slumped and Frank found that their argument- or whatever it was- was becoming more exhausting by the minute. Before then, their relationship had been so easy going, even if he’d tried to keep some distance between them, things had been going well. It was light, fun and casual, exactly what he thought was a good way to come off a decade long relationship. “We were just catching up.”

She rolled her eyes, “I saw you two; talking like the rest of us weren’t there, they way you gave her you drink-”

“She doesn’t like margaritas, I was just trying to be nice,” he defended incredulously.

“Well that isn’t your problem anymore!” Moving over to her sandals again, she didn’t even sit down to put them on, instead shoving her feet in and bending awkwardly to quickly close up the straps before snatching her phone and purse, “You don’t even see what’s wrong with any of this and I should not have to explain it to you,” as she headed to the door, Frank followed a few paces behind, trying to apologize and ask where she was going. “I just need too…..” Bonnie yanked the door open, huffing frustratedly, “I just need to clear my head,” and with that, she stalked out of the room, harshly shutting the door behind herself.

When she left, Frank shoved his hands into his pockets and threw his head back in a groan; that had not gone well. None of that would have happened if he’d said something beforehand, he knew that much; then it wouldn’t have been a shock to Bonnie and he would've been able to explain in a way that didn’t hurt her. As he trudged back towards the center of the room, still letting the whole thing turn over in his mind, Frank found that the last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts.

Forging his shirt from earlier, he put his shoes back on and checked his back pocket for his wallet with one hand while grabbing his cell with the other. Satisfied, he left and locked the room without thinking and headed down the hall; he wanted to talk to someone- someone that understood, someone that he trusted. Someone that was five doors down.

Not the best decision, considering he and Bonnie had literally just fought about her, but Frank was being honest with himself, she was the only person he wanted to see.

Even after so long had passed, after long days- and after good ones too- her shoulder was still the one he wanted to lay his head on.

With his head down and fists balled in the front pockets of his jeans, he slowly made his way down the hall, trying to think of what he could say to make her feel better after what had happened downstairs- he also wondered if she even wanted his comfort. And if she’d offer hers to him. They’d been getting along so well at the bar, but he wasn’t sure if it had been hurt, anger or embarrassment that had caused her to flee from the table after Jessica’s slip up, and all three of those, in his mind, warranted very different approaches.

Frank must have been just a couple feet off from Y/n’s room, when someone calling out to him from behind made him turn around. “Hey, where you headed?” It was Jack, who’d apparently been waiting for an elevator, though upon calling out to him, had started approaching instead.

Shaking his head, Frank waved off the question, feigning nonchalance, “Its nothing, I was just gonna….I was gonna-”

“See Y/n?” He raised his brows, appraising Frank with intrigue, “I’m not sure you wanna do that, Mandy and some of the other ladies are in there with her. They’re saying some pretty nasty things about you.”

Frank frowned, “Really?”

Jack scoffed a chuckled, stepping closer so he could sling an arm around Frank’s neck, in a brotherly hold, something that had become their 'thing' during their college years, “No," he scoffed humorously, "But she is upset about what happened. Come on,” they started walking towards the elevator, “We’ll get some beers and I’ll help you unfuck things with Bonnie.” As they stepped into the elevator, Jack moved his hand in favor of gently slapping his shoulder.

Frank scoffed, attempting to play things off, “How do you know things are fucked up with Bonnie?”

“Aren’t they?”

Frank shrugged, admitting begrudgingly, “They are.”

“Exactly.” The rest of the ride down was spent in silence, and as Frank contemplated it some more, he decided that if he did want to fix things with Bonnie, then maybe drinks with his best friend was better than seeking solace in his ex fiancee.

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