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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: In The Act {1}

Chris Evans x Famous OFC Cassia Drake

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing

Word Count: 2.2

Summary: After the release of your hit movie ��Roman Holiday,” you’ve become Hollywood’s new “It Girl.” Everyone wants a piece of you. While at a Hollywood event, you get pulled into an epic selfie similar to the one from the MET Gala with the megastars of Hollywood. The next day all anyone can talk about is this epic picture but not because of the star power in it, but what was happening in it.

Note: Yep, another one.

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“God, it’s hot!”

You fanned your face and tried to cool your skin. It wasn’t helping one bit; you were just getting hotter.

“My makeup is going to melt, and when I get there, I’ll be a hot mess.”

“Calm down, Cass, I got you,” Tiffany said, whipping out a portable handheld power fan. The cool breeze was the best thing you’d felt all day.

You hated getting ready for events. It was always a whole day thing that left your hair damaged, your skin dry and slightly irritated, your cheeks soar, your back aching, your feet cramped, and your energy completely gone. To you, this was one part of fame you didn’t like too much. You’d spent the last six hours getting ready for this event, and you were already counting down the hours to go home.

“Fix your face. I’ve told you about the scowl. It causes wrinkles.” Pieter scolded. You rolled your eyes then closed them.

“Ignore him,” Tiffany began fanning your agent and manager off before she continued. “You look incredible. You’re going to get out this limo, and you’re going to stun them on this red carpet and have a good time,” she finished.

You looked at her wide smile. “And maybe cop a few numbers. I hear the who is who of the industry is going to be there. Maybe a certain blue-eyed ex-captain will be there,” Tiffany added.

You snorted and gave her the eye for her to stop. The last thing you needed was for Pieter to hear and actually understand your code. He had just gotten done hammering into you that dating was out of the questions now. According to him, you were going to be too busy with all your obligations. You needed to keep your eye on the prize and your career and not complicating it. He had a point. It was hard enough to set yourself apart from the countless other young actresses, but it would be harder for you because you were black. It was a known fact, a black actor in Hollywood had to work twice as hard, but a black actress had to work thrice as hard as them all put together. It was unfair, but it was what you’d signed up for, and you were determined to stake your claim in this glittering town where fallacies were the norm. So if Peiter said you had to put the nix on dating, then it was what you would do.

You could feel Pieter’s eyes burning a hole into you. Straightening, you held your head high. “Don’t be silly, Tiff. This is business.” Tiffany rolled her eyes while Pieter gave you an approving nod before he buried his face back into his phone.

Tiffany adjusted her dress and took her cell phone out. You knew what she intended to do, so you took yours out as well and put it on silent.

MSG Tiff: You give him too much power.

MSG: I give him as much power as he needs to have.

MSG Tiff: And he needs to have control over your personal life?

MSG: Tiff, you know what I’m up against. Cut me some slack.

“Phones away, it’s time to work,” Pieter announced. You dropped your phone back into your clutch and prepared yourself for the sea of paps and deafening screams.

When the limo stopped, there were a few moments of quiet before Pieter got out first on the opposite side that the red carpet was on.

“Remember to have a good time, okay, Cass. Yeah, it’s work, but you’ve worked hard to get to this level of your career. It’s important to enjoy life as well as work,” Tiff cautioned with a gentle squeeze to your hand.

You knew she was right, and times like these, you were happy that she was down to coming on this ride with you. You’d been friends since you were nine ever since she saved you lunch after you got sent to the principal’s office for getting into a fight with one of the boys from the other class who didn’t know how to shut up. Ever since then, you were inseparable. When you got your big break, there was no doubt you wanted her by your side for this wild ride.

The door opened, and you took a deep breath before you stepped out with Pieter’s help. Once you stepped out, the screams got louder, and the flurry of camera flashes immediately blinded and stunned you. This wasn’t your first event, but they all still managed to stun you. Feeling Tiff’s hand take yours, you took a breath and squeezed it, fighting the nerves. You pulled her to your side and walked the carpet with your signature smile. As they screamed your name telling you where to look, it quickly got hectic.

You and Tiffany walked down the carpet posing and whispering to each other. Tiff pointed out funny things she peeped with the paps as well as other actors who walked the carpet with you. When you came to these things with Tiffany, she always managed to take you out of the seriousness of it all, and you were grateful for it.

After giving a few interviews and posing for a few more pictures, you went inside to find your seats. This event was a banquet that was geared towards the collaboration of fashion and film. There would be speeches, recognition, networking, and, most importantly, for you and Tiff, food, and alcohol.

“Ms. Drake, allow me to show you to your seats.”

You nodded and let one of the ushers lead you through the floor. As you passed people, you smiled and waved. When they saw you, everyone wanted to stop you and compliment your hair, dress, makeup, jewels, and, most importantly, your performance in Roman Holiday. What should have been a minute walk across the floor turned into a mini networking catwalk. You didn’t get to your table for another thirty minutes. By the time you sat, Tiff was on queue with pouring a glass of champagne.

“It’s Ace of Spades. Do you think Jay and Bey are gonna be here?”

You snorted and shook your head. Her goal was to meet Beyoncé and Jay Z. you couldn’t fault her, whose goal wasn’t to meet them. You tapped glasses and downed the liquid with a moan. It was good.

“The way they were touching you, I thought you’d be missing a few jewels,” Tiff joked. Your laugh couldn’t be suppressed, and it rang out, bringing the attention of a few people around you.

“Stop it, you’re going to make them think I have no couth,” you whined to her in a whisper.

“Oh please. Even if you showed to be uncouth, they would still flock to you. Everyone wants a piece of you now. Soak it up.”

She was right. Since the premiere of Roman Holiday eight months ago, your name was at the tip of everyone’s tongue. You’d done at least six magazine shoots and countless interviews where the term “it girl” was thrown around quite a lot. The film had already rolled in over four hundred million at the box office, and you’d gotten calls from almost every big-name director wanting a meeting. It was overwhelming, but you tried to stay on top of it. Pieter said to ride the wave and learn how to jump to another that is higher.

“Hollywood is fickle, let’s not give them any fuel to turn the tides,” you said through a plastered smile while looking around you, returning the eye contact of those who were looking and whispering.

You still hadn’t gotten over the whispers. You never knew if they were good, or bad and it always got to you. When everyone took their seats, the event began. This was when the stares and whispers stopped. Everyone’s eyes were trained to the stage ahead, which gave you a reprieve. The show was filled with laughs, applause, and small talk. Tiffany had you in stitches, making fun of all the pomp and ridiculousness around you while those sitting around you did their best to keep your attention. You nodded, smiled, and did your best not to appear starstruck though you were more times than you could count.

After the show, and dinner it was again time to mingle and rub elbows. Thankfully good music helped. You walked around the room arm in arm with Tiff talking amongst yourselves. Every so often, you stopped and chatted with someone. First, it was Zac who was more buff in person then MBJ, who was just as charming as you’d expected him to be. When you were pulled to the side by Zendaya, who was still drop-dead gorgeous, you did your best to not come off as an amateur, but you found yourself hanging off of every word she spoke. It took you some time to recover.

When the music cranked up, and the talking turned down, you found yourself even more at ease. Tiffany was the only reason why you let loose the way you did. She urged you to dance and let your real self out while not caring who watched or what they said. Every time you tried, you saw Pieter from the corner of your eyes giving you a stern look that said keep it classy. So classy is what you kept it. It didn’t stop Tiffany from having the time of her life. You were glad for it. She deserved it.

By the time you looked at your phone, it was nearing two in the morning, and you were more than ready to go. Your feet were killing you, and you were tired of wearing clothes. You just wanted to lounge in bed completely naked while eating a pint of ice cream. As you made your move to leave with Tiff and Pieter on either side of you, you heard your name being shouted from across the room. You looked and saw a huddle of people waving you over.

“Go,” Pieter urged damn near pushing you toward them. You took Tiffany with you. When you got closer, it became clear what was going on. A group of at least ten of them were trying to get a selfie with everyone in the frame while one of them held their phone attached to a selfie stick. You snorted, remembering another photo like it.

“Come on, you guys, get in,” John Boyega invited.

“Absolutely,” Tiffany responded, pulling you along with her as she submerged herself in the crowd.

They all made room for you to squeeze in, and a squeeze was what it was. You looked to your left and nearly passed out. You were standing next to Chris Evans. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a friendly smile. As quickly as your eyes met, you looked away, finding Tiffany already looking. Your jaw dropped, giving her a look that she eagerly returned. You did your best to act cool and pose.

“All right, everyone, squish in.”

As instructed, everyone squished together. You felt his breath on your ear before you heard him.

“Is it okay?”

“What?” He leaned closer, giving you an even closer look at his lips. They looked soft.

“Is it okay, my hand?” You looked down to his arm as it registered what he was asking.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s cool,” you answered.

Chris’s arm wrapped around you, touching you in the middle of your back. Your heart literally skipped a beat, but you faked it and kept your cool.

“On three. One, two, three,” everyone counted down. Once at three, you smiled and struck your pose. As according to Hollywood standards, one picture was not good enough, two and three followed before a random paparazzi got in on the action and snapped a few as well. No one seemed to care, though.

“That was epic!” You didn’t know who it came from, but everyone erupted in laughter.

After going through a round of hugs with those who leaned in for one, you made your exit then got in the car. Once inside, you kicked off your heels and begged Tiffany to unhook the back of your corset. You couldn’t take it any longer. Pieter went over your schedule for later, but you barely listened. You were ready to call it a night and pass out.

Tiffany was the first to be dropped off, which left you and Pieter. He talked and talked. You were convinced he liked to hear himself talk. You knew everything he was saying was necessary, but you also knew that he would send an email and a text about the same thing in a few hours. You knew him that well. When he was dropped off, that was the first moment of peace you had all night. The silence was comforting.

You walked into your house just as it was turning three, and you wasted no time stripping your clothes off as you walked upstairs. Once in your bedroom, you only had your underwear on.

“Bed. Oh, how I’ve missed you.” You dropped face down, and before your head hit the five thousand thread count comforter, you were asleep.

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Riding High

Ch25: Keep it Simple

Chapter Summary: The events of Boston behind them, Frank, Fliss and Mary look forward to Christmas…and Frank has a big surprise planned.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut…NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!!

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: So here it is, the last in the series Riding High. Thank you to everyone who has helped and re-blogged and commended in any way. Do not fear, Frank and Fliss will be back in the next instalment of their adventure Riding On

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 24

If you should ever leave me, thought life would still go on, believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you…

"Mary can you just hold on a second, please!" Frank sighed, grabbing the back of her coat to stop her shooting off into the crowd that streamed down the busy Manhattan sidewalk. "But Frank!" she turned and looked at him, her woollen hat jammed down over her ears "I just wanna see the stall!" "Yeah but you can't just run off!" He grumbled and beside him Fliss gave a chuckle. He turned to look at her "who gets so excited about damned wooden tree ornaments?" "Oh hush!" Fliss leaned up to give him a pack, her cold nose brushing his. In retaliation he pulled the front of her baby blue sparkly bobble hat down over her eye and she shoved him in the chest, laughing. "Fuck you!" "Chance would be a fine thing" he grumbled, taking Fliss’ hand as they headed after Mary. "Awww is that why you're grumpy?" Fliss grinned as they walked "Coz you haven't had any in nearly 3 days?" Frank pouted "No." "Liar..." "Ok, look...Frankie has needs..." he whined "I completely over looked the fact hanging out with an 8 year old in the room would be a cock block." "Always the shower..." Fliss teased and Frank snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? I give it 3 minutes before she came looking for us." "We go home tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then." Fliss grinned and he sighed. "What?" She laughed. "It’s just...you look so hot in all this winter clothing." Frank grinned. And he meant it. Seeing her wrapped up in a coat, hat and scarf had made her look all cute and cozy...and it had done inappropriate things to him for some odd reason. "Hmmm, you know most men get more turned on the less clothing their girls wear." She teased and he grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not most men" She gave him a smile which he returned with a soft kiss as they stopped by the stall where Mary instantly dived into looking at the array of ornaments. After a few moments of looking she handed Frank one in the shape of a reindeer stag, and a doe for him and Fliss before selecting a robin for herself. "I think they're so pretty." She looked at the bird in her hand "I saw one at Evelyn's over thanks giving." "Ever heard the saying robins appear when loved ones are near?" Fliss asked. Mary shook her head. "No" "Well, I don't know about here but certainly in England we say it because there is an old belief by some people that a robin is a message from heaven, that a loved one is watching over you." "Do you believe that?" Mary looked at Fliss. Fliss hesitated "Well when my Dad's dad died I was 20 and I remember getting up the morning after he died and there was a robin on the fence of the back garden. Bill told me it was my granddad Alex come to check I was ok." "Do you think it was? Really I mean?" "I dunno sweetheart." Fliss sighed "I'd like it to be true..." "Then you should believe it was." Mary said, looking at her "Because isn't that what faith is? Believing something you want to be true?" Fliss looked at Frank who smiled and gave a small shake of his head. She turned back to Mary, smiling softly as she dropped a hand to the back of her head. This kid was unbelievably wise, but with such an innocence behind it all. "Yeah, I suppose it is." Fliss nodded. "Do you think the robin I saw could have been my mom?" She asked, her eyes wide. Frank at that point stepped in, carefully picking an answer that was ambiguous so as not to say yes, but also not dampening her spirits. "If your mom could I'm sure she would come and see you, make sure you're ok." Mary gave a nod, before she turned back to the stall, her attention back on the ornaments. "We need a dog for Thor, and a cat for Fred oh...and a pony for Monty." "What about Cap and Heidi?" Fliss asked, moving to inspect the selection of decorations. "Oh, yeah!" "This is gonna bankrupt me." Frank grumbled, his hands on Fliss' hips, chin resting on her shoulder as he observed the two of them. "Scrooge" Fliss shot back with a smile "Do you think Verity and Bill will like this one?" Mary held up a snowman. "Absolutely" Fliss nodded. "And can I get one for Evelyn?" She asked, selecting a snowflake. Despite the fact that they were now well into the fifty buck range for fucking tree decorations, Frank couldn't help but want to smile at Marys face. She was so thoughtful, the purity behind it all was, as usual, humbling. So he nodded "Sure she will appreciate it." He smiled. He moved to lift her up so she could hand the ones they had picked over to the guy behind the counter who asked Mary what names she wanted on each one. As she told him, he allowed her to sit up on the edge of the little surface, held in place by Frank to watch as he burnt the names into each ornament before he bagged them up and she took them with a thanks. "Our first family tree stuff!" Mary grinned and Fliss smiled, bending down to give her a hug. They set back off towards the hotel, stopping by a burger joint for dinner before they dumped their bags and returned back out for their final evening in the City. Frank had loved every second of their trip, and so had Mary and Fliss. Seeing Mary's reaction to snow and the Christmas lights had been amazing, along with all the bands on street corners, people walking around dressed up. It was magical and he wasn't afraid to let his inner child come out to play either, as Fliss had just found out. "Whose idea was this again?" He asked as Mary was bouncing up and down in the queue. "Yours!" Fliss scoffed as he took Mary's hand in his right "I seem to recall the very visible horror on your face yesterday when I told you I'd never done it before..." "That’s because it's an abomination that someone who's 34 has never been ice skating." "I was a professional athlete." She shrugged "I was banned from doing anything deemed dangerous " Frank looked at her "What do they consider more dangerous than flying a half tonne animal almost 2 meters into the air?" "Bungee jumping, sky diving, jet skiing, water skiing, ice skating.." Fliss shrugged "just to name 5" Frank shook his head as the queue shuffled forward a little. It wasn't too long now, luckily they had timed it right by arriving 20 minutes or so before the next lot of General Admission to the famous Rockefeller rink opened so there weren't too many people ahead. After another 10 minutes they got to the front and Frank nudged Fliss out of the way as she tried to pay. She scowled at him and he simply rolled his eyes and handed his card over. It wasn't cheap but then, he was in New York. What was? Together they headed onto the ice. Frank, having done it a few times as a kid found his legs fairly quickly and didn't stop himself laughing as Mary's completely went from under her and she landed with a thump on her ass. "Here..." he chuckled, offering her his hand. He pulled her up and moved her in front of him. "Give me your hands..." Mary extended her arms to the side and he took her mitten clad hands in his, holding her in front of him. Fliss was moving tentatively behind him, using the sides for support a little. "Ok slide your right foot forward, like on your roller skates..." Frank said. Mary did as she was told "now left...right...left...right..." He continued his chanting and glanced over his shoulder to see Fliss was concentrating on her feet, her tongue poking out slightly. "You good?" "Yup." She said, raising her hand to give him a thumbs up before she skidded slightly and went down in a tangle of limbs. Letting out a laugh he gently pivoted Mary so she could hold onto the side and offered Fliss his hand. Pulling her up into his arms he held her steady for a moment whilst her laughing subsided. He watched her for a second, her face creasing up into those adorable dimples, eyes crinkled so much they were almost shut and her shoulders shook with the force of her giggles. "I fuckin' love you..." he grinned and she smiled at him. "Back at ya sailor" After another few laps Mary and Fliss had managed to get the hand of it which meant Frank could leave them a little bit as he went off for what he called a proper skate. The girls watched calling him a show off as he crossed his feet and turned, skating backwards a little. Both of them debated sabotaging him and tripping him up but they decided not to, instead they simply pretended they didn't know him, resulting in him grabbing Fliss from behind just beneath the large tree, and spinning her round to face him. "Can I help you?" She teased and he gave a snort. "Yeah, you can... Mary?" He called to her where she was trying to perfect a turn and failing as she almost stumbled again. She looked up and headed over. "Can you take our photo?" "Only if you're gonna kiss..." she replied, making smooching noises. "Well we can’t disappoint her..." Frank shrugged and Fliss grinned, her smile turning into a shriek as Frank quickly grabbed her hips before he took one hand, keeping the other round her back and dipped her so she was bending backwards, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed against his mouth as he gave her a wink, before kissing her a little deeper and then setting her upright, his eyes boring into hers which were shining in the Christmas lights surrounding the rink. "Oh that was great!" Mary howled and he turned to face her as she handed his phone back. Frank checked the photo and had to smile, it was a dammed good shot. He showed it to Fliss and she beamed. "A framer?" She asked. "A framer." He agreed. It took them ages to get Mary to finally leave the rink. Even a bribe of hot chocolate, marshmallows and cookies wasn't doing it. Eventually Frank put his foot down and told her it was time to go as it was almost 9pm and they still had that tree to go see before they headed to Central Park for one last walk in the lights. After handing their skates back and retrieving their belongings from the lockers they followed the path to the tree. As they round the corner Mary gasped. "It's huge!" She turned to look at Frank and Fliss, her eyes wide "Oh my God!" Frank smiled kissed Fliss' cheek as Mary walked slightly ahead of them down the walkway that was flanked with smaller trees and the famous lit up trumpeting angels . As they caught her up he slipped his spare hand in his pocket, his fingers curling round the small, leather box inside. The damned thing had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it in Boston just after Thanksgiving. Fliss, Verity and Bill had all stayed for a very pleasant week rounded off with a damned good proper Thanksgiving dinner and the three of them had flown home on the Friday, as Fliss was starting to stress about her business. He and Mary followed on the Sunday after she had been given the all clear to fly after a week’s check up at the Hospital. On his spare afternoon, he'd taken a trip into the city with one goal, and it had been surprisingly easy. The first jeweller he has walked into had a perfect ring, and despite the fact he had visited several others none of them caught his eye like that. So he had gone back and asked the assistant for a closer look. It wasn't a huge rock, white gold and emerald cut with in a pave setting, but everything about it had screamed Fliss. It was delicate and feminine but with a wonderful sparkle just like her. He knew that sounded so lame when he had told the assistant but she has just smiled and told him that if he had that much conviction, it must be right. He had been lost when she asked him what size, but in a sudden inspiration he had remembered the Pandora ring he had bought her when he had gotten his first new pay check as supervisor. He mentioned this to the assistant who beamed and said she could easily size it from that by using a simple conversion chart and told him to come back the following day. His sudden good spirit had fallen as he explained he couldn't do and asked her to see if here was anything she could do, even contemplating taking it and having it sizes back in Florida. But, after the shitty run of events over the last week, his luck was in after she returned 5 minutes later with a slip of paper, informing him it would be ready by the end of the day. When he had told Mary he was going to ask Fliss to marry him, she'd been so excited. She'd asked when, where and when he said he didn’t know she'd given him the most exasperated look on the planet. The only one of his friend who he had confided in, Greg, hadn’t been much help either, simply telling him to do it in a way that meant something to them both. Simply put he just hadn't a fucking clue. He had agonized over how to pop the question. On the boat? Or maybe a sunset on their favourite spot at St Pete's beach? Did he wait for New York? As such, Frank had taken to carrying the ring around with him, waiting for that moment when it felt right. So far it hadn't happened at home and as it stood New York wasn’t faring any better. He had thought about it at the top of the Empire state, but it had been too busy. Then there was a moment in Central Park after they had been snowman building that might have worked...until Fliss had nailed him in the face with a snowball. So they'd had a snowball fight instead. Then when walking over Brooklyn Bridge, the skyline behind them… then when they walked back to the Hotel after seeing the Lion King on Broadway, going the long way round to see the display in Macy's window all lit up...and then that moment before when Mary had taken a picture of them kissing under the tree on the ice rink... but none of it felt right. It didn't feel like the moment for them. But now something stirred in his gut. This could be it. It wasn't too busy, the place was gorgeous, right in front of the tree Fliss had been so desperate to see... Ok Adler, you can do this. Taking a deep breath he pulled the box from his pocket when he heard Mary give a squeal. "Oh...wow! Frankie look..." Fliss' voice was a whisper and she nudged him, pointing to the base of the tree. He followed her gaze to see a blonde haired man down on one knee, presenting a ring to a dark haired woman who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Frank slipped the box back into his pocket and stared at the man as he placed the ring onto his now fiancés finger and did his best to look like he cared when Fliss let out a soft "Awwww" The man looked around excitedly, his eyes falling on the three of them before he asked Frank if he or Fliss would mind taking a photo for them. "Course not buddy, congratulations." Frank smiled. Fucking prick... ***** "It was AMAZING!" Mary gushed to Verity as they walked to the car, Fliss' parents having come to pick them up from the airport. "we saw so much stuff but nowhere near all of it but Frank said we could go back next year in the summer maybe and do a bit more." "Looks like someone else had a good time too." Bill smiled, nodding to Fliss who let out a loud yawn. Frank chuckled "She was up all night, I told her not to have more food so close to bed time." "I wanted a hot dog and a pretzel." Fliss mumbled, "Besides, it's nothing to do with the food...we did a lot of walking." Bill gave a snort "You ride horses for a living, you should be fit enough to walk round New York" "I probably skated about 4 miles too..." Fliss said looking at Mary "Someone wouldn't come off the ice rink" "You been sleeping ok otherwise?" Verity looked at her "I'm fine mum." She smiled "No anxiety?" 'V, she said she's fine so leave it" Bill said gently and Fliss shot a grateful look at her dad. She knew her mum was only concerned but she was fed up of assuring people she was fine. After the attack from John she had suffered a bout of delayed shock which had manifested in a few panic attacks, nightmares, and restlessness at night and on one occasion nausea. Luckily Frank had been brilliant at keeping calm when she had an episode, helping her work through it and the last incident she had suffered had been over a week ago. Once they were all in the car, Frank took the passenger seat after Verity offered it to him, Mary continued to chat all the drive home about New York, Fliss and Frank butting in here and there. They arrived home little after 30 minutes later and Fliss headed up the steps with Mary, Thor almost sending the pair of them flying when they opened the door. "Oh puppy I missed you!" Fliss smiled as she gave him plenty of attention and he kept licking her face, whining and emitting quiet little barks. "Did you miss me? Did you?" "Yerress" Frank did his best Scooby Doo impression as he walked past and Fliss let out a laugh, as she stood up and headed into the living room behind Mary, bumping into the girl as she stopped dead, giving a squeal as she saw the Christmas Tree in the corner. "Mum, Dad?" Fliss called, smiling "I take it you did this?" Frank appeared behind them both, smiling as Fliss and Mary exchanged a glance before they all turned to Bill and Verity who were stood in the doorway. "Well we know how much you like to get your tree up as early as you can and, well we were picking one up for ourselves so we got you one. You don’t mind do you?" Verity, looked at Fliss then Frank. "No, of course not!" Fliss grinned. "Saved me a job." Frank nodded "Thanks guys." "Can we decorate it tonight?" Mary asked "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Frank!" Frank glanced at his watch before giving a sigh, he knew she wouldn't go to bed if he said no anyway so what was the point? Plus she was at the University tomorrow which didn’t start until 10 so... "Ok, but if you so much as grumble tomorrow morning when I get you up you'll be in deep trouble." He looked at her sternly as she stooped to pick Fred up. "Cross my heart, hope to die, we all know Fred's got one eye..." she chanted off, nodding. "We brought your box of decorations from the annex." Verity smiled at Fliss, nodding to the box on the floor. "We thought you could pick what you want to keep now you're combining."

“Speaking of decorations…” Frank said, looking at Mary.

“Oh…yeah…hang on…” She said, running to the sofa where she had dumped her little pink rucksack. She fished out the paper bag they had gotten from the stall and found the Snowman they had bought. With a smile she handed it to Verity who looked down at it, her face curling into a smile as her eyes started to prick with tears.

“Fliss said you wouldn’t mind the names Mary wanted on them.” Frank said, watching carefully.

“Of course we don’t mind!” Bill smiled, picking Mary up to give her a hug “We are Nanny V and Poppa B ain’t that right kiddo?” “Yep!” she grinned, hugging him.

“We’ll save it to hang tomorrow when you come over after school.” Verity said as Bill set Mary on the floor and she hugged her tightly.

After a little more chat Verity and Bill left and Frank instructed Mary to change into her Pyjamas before they did the tree. Deciding that was a good idea, Fliss did the same and before long they were all in the living room. Fliss and Mary going through the boxes of decorations, Frank wrestling with the tangle of fairy lights. How they managed to get so fucking knotted up after simply being in a box for 12 months was beyond him.

He had just about managed it when Thor came over to inspect what he was doing, and dropped straight onto his back on top of the string.

“Thor…get out of it…” he grumbled, pushing the dog who simply rolled over, taking half the lights with him, tangling them round his legs and his tails. “Jesus Christ…stand still…for fucks sake…”

Thinking this was a huge game, Thor started to bounce around, barking, and Frank shook his head. “Fliss, sort this mutt out….” Fliss gave a laugh and dropped off the sofa, calling Thor to her. He sat down, allowing Frank to remove the lights before he stood up, shaking them out. Together the 3 of them wound them round the tree before they made a start on the decorations.

“Frank got me this for my first Christmas.” Mary said, hanging a red bauble which had her name on it. “The glitter has all fallen off it now.”

“We can add more if you want.” Fliss looked at her and Mary shrugged.

“I kinda like it.” It didn’t take them long, and their wooden trinkets from New York were the last ones they hung, Mary ensuring they took pride of place. Frank then lifted her up so she could place the star at the top before they stood back.

“Ready for the big turn on?” Frank asked, grinning. Mary and Fliss cheered and began a countdown from 5. When they hit 1 Frank hit the switch and the lights on the tree came to life. He stepped back, looking up at it, his arm curling round Fliss’ shoulder, his other dropping to Mary as she grinned.

“Best Tree ever.” she smiled.

“Yeah, and now it’s time for the best bed ever…” he looked at her.

“Seriously?” Mary complained

“No moaning, remember?” Frank instructed her. “That was in the morning.”

“Well I just extended it to now as well.” he said, shrugging “Because I can, so get…” “Fine, fine, I’m going…” she grumbled. “Night Fliss.” “Night sweetie.” Fliss dropped a kiss to her head before Mary shot a filthy look at Frank who met her with a passive one of his own.

“I’ll be in in a second.” Frank shot after her, watching as she headed down to the hallway. He turned back to Fliss who was watching the tree, a smile on her face.

“Not exactly up to Macey’s standards…” Frank chuckled and she shook her head.

“I love it.” “It looks like an Elf threw up on it.”

“All trees should be like that.” Fliss shrugged, before she gave his cheek a peck. “Now, you go sort Mary and I’ll get us both a beer.” “Actually…” he said, looping his arms round her waist. “I believe there was something else you promised me tonight…” “Oh, yes, of course, Frankie has needs…” she replied with an almost uncanny impersonation, which made him snort. “Does that mean no beer?”

“No beer.” “You want me to wait in bed.” “Yes I do.” he nodded “Go, I’ll let Thor out and lock up.”

Grinning she accepted his kiss and smiled as she turned around, casting him a quite frankly sinful look over her shoulder which almost had him hard right there and then. Not wanting to wait a moment longer he sorted the dog, locked the door, poked his head into Mary’s room to wish her goodnight, and headed into their bedroom. Fliss was hanging her jeans in the closet after having simply discarded them on the bed earlier, and wasting no time Frank pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the side before he stepped up behind her, spinning her round to face him. He pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and she smirked into the kiss.

“I like your ass.” he muttered. “I like yours too” she said back, “And your arms”

He laughed and pulled back to look down at her as her fingers trailed up his biceps. “My arms?”

“Yeah, your big, strong arms, and your big, broad shoulders and your stupid, handsome face…” she muttered, pulling him back down to her. In between the dizzying kisses Frank steered her towards the bed, and as her legs collided with the edge he stopped to gently trail kisses across her bare collar bone. His lips found her jaw and then, with a wicked quirk of his eyebrow he reached down for her thighs, and grabbing them he pulled them forwards, causing her to fall backwards as he pitched them both onto the bed. As she laughed he chuckled slightly before he kissed her again, and then it was a scramble to get out of his clothes as fast as he could before he fell back on top of his girl, his hands pulling up her camisole top, lips kissing at the spot just below her ear before he slid down her shorts, his mouth gently kissing a trail up from her belly through the middle of her breasts, up her neck and finally back to her mouth.

Fliss was utterly lost now, in the usual whirl of love, and lust and passion and kissed him back, hard as his hand gently dropped between her legs and he felt her slick against the tips of his fingers as he gently coaxed at her clit, continuing until she was nothing short of a writhing mess clawing at his back, aching for him. They locked eyes as he took her left hand in his, and slowly worked into her, both moaning simultaneously at the sensation, Fliss’s eyes rolling back at the exquisite stretch inside. Frank began to move his hips slowly, deeply, his thrusts weren’t measured in the slightest despite the fact he was absolutely aching for her. He wanted to take it slow, end what had been an amazing trip in the same mood it had started in, absolute pure love.

His mouth moved back to Fliss’s neck, nipping gently at her skin and she let out low moan as he picked up the pace ever so slightly, his spare hand kept hold of her hip, keeping her as close to him as she could possibly be.

“Fuck, Frank, right there…” she groaned as he hit her spot and he smirked slightly, he loved the way she got like this with him, ever so demanding at times, such a far cry from the timid woman he had fallen for the previous year.

“Yeah?” he panted as she gave a soft cry, her body tensing underneath him “Good.” “So good…” she moaned, arching her back. His mouth found hers again and his hand slid from her hip to gently tease her nipple and she rolled her hips to grind up against him, changing the angle slightly causing him to go deeper.

“Lissy…” he panted as he drove into her deeply, slowly, and then again and again, his pace increasing ever so slightly. Every single sense Frank possessed was on fire and he broke the long, lazy kiss that they were sharing to stifle a moan against her cheek when he felt her clench around him, a tell-tale sign she was nearing her release. The sheets rustled underneath and around them both as his hips pushed up against hers, and Frank saw Fliss’ head tip back, her throat bared to him in utter bliss as she came hard, her moans soft and breathy into his ear. Frank picked up his pace slightly, chasing his own end as he pushed her through hers, and when he felt that snake in his belly beginning to unravel, he gave a low grunt which morphed into a gasp as he clung to Fliss, spilling himself into her, his hips slowing to a stop as he collapsed forward. Fliss gave a soft chuckle as her hands gently slid up his back and into his hair, as she moved and pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“I know I keep saying it but I really do fuckin’ love you Cowgirl.” he said, voice muffled as his face pressed into her neck.

Fliss gave a chuckle “I’ll never tire of hearing it Sailor. “

He moved to look at her, flashing her a grin before he caught her mouth in a sweet kiss. **** "You still not managed it?" Greg asked as they stood at the bar, waiting for their drinks. Frank sighed and glanced at Fliss who was sat with Bonnie in the booth, the pair of them sniggering at something. "Do you see a ring on her finger?" He looked at Greg. "No" "Well there's your answer." "What's the hold up, man?" Greg frowned. "Nothing has felt right." Frank sighed "she won’t want a huge fuss in front of people so that basically ruled out all of New York...bar one moment when I thought it was time, in front of the tree at Rockefeller...and then some douchebag went and beat me to it, proposing to his girl whilst we watched..." "You're over thinking it." Greg said, looking at Frank "Take a step back. When are the pair of you at your best? The time you enjoy most, I mean" "Honestly?" Frank shrugged "at night when Mary's gone to bed and we finally sit down and just watch TV or joke around." "Well there you go." Greg shrugged "What, at home?" Frank frowned "Why not?" Greg looked at him "the point isn't to be showy or flashy but to show her you wanna spend the rest of your life with her." Frank pondered this for a moment. Greg has a point. They were at their happiest doing the simple things, spending quiet time together, being fucking normal. Fliss loved it when they curled up and Frank would simply cuddle her close and kiss her head, easy signs of affection that she had craved all through her wreck of a marriage. And Frank loved it too, because it made him feel grounded, time for him to simply be Frank in his own right, the very thing he used to use his Friday night drinking sessions for. Now he could feel it every night, thanks to Lissy…

And then, suddenly an idea came to him, out of nowhere.

Oh, it was perfect! "Greg..." he smiled, slapping the man on the back "you are a genius." "Glad I could be of service." Greg smirked "This means I get best man duty, right?"

Frank smirked at him, shrugging, not giving anything away. His eyes flicked back to Fliss who had now stood up, Simon having returned to the table sliding in next to Bonnie. Frank’s eyes travelled up her bare legs, from her high-heels up to the short little pink playsuit she was wearing, which was printed with black palm trees and other patterns, the small straps settling on her tanned shoulders, the front showing him just enough cleavage. She was wearing a black butterfly necklace that she had bought in New York and her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft curls. Her brown eyes locked onto his and he smiled as he remembered the last Circle Of Truth Christmas outing the previous year, when he had told her he loved her for the first time. And here they were, now 5 days away from their second Christmas together.

“Hey beautiful” he smiled as she reached his side. His arm curled round her and he pressed a kiss to her cheek “You ok?” “Yeah, just thirsty.” she smiled. “Can I get a water as well as my gin please?”

“Sure…” he turned to look at the bar tender who was pulling their drinks together. Once he had attracted his attention and added a bottle of water to the order he turned back to her as Greg spoke up.

“Frank said you enjoyed New York.” “Oh, it was fantastic.” she smiled “Every bit as magical as I thought it was going to be.”

“Good, I’m glad you all had a good time.” Greg smiled “You deserved it after everything that went down.” “Yeah well, he’s banged up now. His brother is going to go down for Endangerment or whatever it is you call it, its’ done, it’s over.” Fliss smiled, “We got the rest of our lives ahead of us now.” “Well, if that doesn’t call for shots then I don’t know what does…” Greg smirked as the bar tender placed their drinks in front of them.

“No, Greg…” Fliss started to protest but Greg cut her off.

“Yes Greg!” he smirked, turning to the bar tender, “Can I get a bottle of Tequila pal and 8 glasses.” Fliss groaned “I’m teaching at 9 am!”

“Dumbass…” Greg looked at her and Frank gave a snort.

“I told you to switch them out…”

“I can’t!” she pouted “I already did for Boston and New York…” “Well…” Greg smirked as the bar tender set the bottle and glasses down in front of him “Looks like you’re doing it with a hangover honey.” “Fuck my life…” **** Fuck my life indeed. Fliss spent the following morning throwing up, groaning once more that she was never drinking tequila EVER again. Frank reminded her of how many times she had said that over the time he had known her and she’d simply let out a huge fake sob and thrown herself face down on the bed again declaring that she didn’t want to adult anymore as it sucked.

The days before Christmas passed in the usual chaos. Presents were wrapped and stashed under the tree, more drinks were had with Friends. Evelyn visited for a few days, which had actually almost pleased Frank a little. She wasn’t staying for Christmas, her arrangements having already been made, but she had hinted that maybe next year she could, to which Frank and Fliss had both agreed. She had been taken with Mary’s gift to her and had laughed out loud when Bill and Verity had presented her with a case of Malbec, the same Malbec she’d smashed a bottle of over John’s head. Her gifts to them both had been a substantial chunk of money, in the thousands, and when Frank had protested at the amount on the cheque she had waved it off as 8 years of owed presents. Mary’s was wrapped so it was placed under the tree for Christmas morning. Evelyn headed back to Boston on the morning of Christmas Eve, Frank and Mary driving her to the airport instead of her driver, where they had both bid her a Happy Christmas and waved her goodbye as she headed off to spend it with her friends in Newton.

After the final preparations were made Frank, Fliss and Mary collapsed onto the sofa for a Marathon of Christmas Films. Mary was, as usual, excited and the copious amounts of chocolate and candy she was shovelling down weren’t helping either, but what the hell, it was Christmas after all.

"You ok?" Frank glanced at Fliss as she sat on the other side of the couch. Love Actually was playing, the final film of the evening before Mary went to bed. Fliss, however didn't look like she was paying attention. "Huh?" She looked at him, blinking. "I said are you ok? You look like you were miles away"

“Yeah, sorry, I was errr…just running through things in my head, making sure nothing was forgotten.” Frank smiled. They were hosting Verity and Bill tomorrow as Steven and his family were at his wife’s parents for this year, flying out instead of the 28th to spend New Year’s with them all. Fliss had asked Frank if they could host, as she’d never had the chance to do that before and of course he had agreed, not least because of the excited look on her face when she had asked.

“The table is set, food and everything is ready to go…” he chuckled, looking at her “Just relax…”

He reached round Mary, his hand gently rubbing at Fliss’ back and she smiled at him, turning her attention to the TV.

20 minutes or so later the film finished and Mary jumped up, grabbing Frank’s hand to make him dance to God Only Knows as the final closing scenes played out. He smiled and picked her up, resting her on his hip as he twirled her round to the song, the pair of them laughing before he eventually dropped her down and told her it was bed time. She scooted off, Fred trotting behind her, his tail swishing as she skipped and Frank headed in about 5 minutes later to tuck her in, before he came back to the living room.

“She wants you to go and say goodnight.” he smiled,

Fliss nodded and stood up.

“You sure you’re ok?” Frank asked.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m just tired.” she assured him. Giving him a kiss she headed up the hall and Frank watched her go before he smiled to himself, and set about quickly putting the last touches to his plan.

She came back about 10 minutes later and he smiled at her as she walked into the room.

“OK, now she’s out of the way…I got something for you...” Frank smiled.

Fliss looked at him before she shook her head, chuckling a little “I got something for you too…Frank, I have-” “Me first.” Frank cut her off.

She looked at him for a second, his bright blue eyes were shining as he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine…” she smiled, “Ok, you first.” He grinned and then folded his arms “You gotta find it.” “What?”

“It’s hidden, on the tree, and you gotta find it.” Her face lit up as she gave a laugh “You are such a dork!” “Yeah, I know…” Narrowing her eyes playfully she moved to the tree, glancing at it. “Ok so it’s not very big then, seeing as I can’t see it straight away.” Frank shrugged as she continued her search.

“I haven’t put it high up, seeing as you’re a short ass…” “I’m perfectly average for a woman thank you.” “Trust me baby girl, nothing about you is average.” he winked and she let out a snort.

“Charmer.” she grinned, turning back to the tree.

“Ok, you’re miles off…” he said, and she moved to her right “Gettin’ warmer…warmer…ok, yep, nearly there…” Fliss continued to search, and then something caught her eye. There was something shiny handing from the nose of her Doe ornament. She stepped forward slightly, and when she realised what it was her right hand flew to her mouth. Frank’s breath caught in his throat as she spun to face him, her eyes wide.

"You, me and Mary have been hanging out together since August last year now...” he said, clearing his throat slightly “How do you feel about hanging with us forever?" He watched, holding his breath as Fliss' chest heaved with emotion as she looked at him, those brown eyes he could happily stare at all day were full of tears, the hand which had flown to her mouth in surprise was now shaking as it slid to the spot beneath her throat, that dip in her neck that he could nuzzle at forever. "I'll hang with you for as long as you'll have me..." she whispered, taking a deep breath. "Is that a yes?" Frank inhaled sharply and a watery laugh burst through her tears. "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes!" Frank's face split into a huge grin "shit..." he sputtered before she threw herself into his arms and he lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her close, kissing her neck. She pulled back and placed a kiss to his lips, long and short pecks being shared as she laughed and he laughed, the pair of them simply lost in the moment until eventually he set her down and with a shaking hand he reached out to retrieve the ring from where it was hanging. Taking her left hand in his, with a deep breath he slipped the diamond onto her finger.

Fliss looked at it, admiring the way the delicate band sat underneath her knuckle, the beautiful diamond twinkling in the lights of the tree.

"Oh Frankie...it’s gorgeous..." she whispered, before she looked at him, taking his face in both his hands and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He smiled, kissing her again before he pulled away, his hands linking behind her back.

"I err, got us some champagne." He smiled, "I know it was presumptive of me but figured we could have it tomorrow if you turned me down." Fliss looked up at him, blinking before she took a deep breath “First I need to get you…just wait here…” He released her from his hold and she turned and headed out of the room, Frank watched her go, blinking for a moment before he shrugged and headed to the fridge, the smile still plastered on his face. She said yes!

Not that he had doubted she would, not really, but there had always been that little bit of fright she may have done. But that was all gone now. As he popped the cork on the bottle he found himself thinking about how he would be doing that soon enough on his wedding day. He poured 2 glassed and headed into the living room with them wondering if maybe a late Autumn wedding next year would be nice, October perhaps when it started to cool off slightly. They could do the beach wedding she always wanted, hire a marquee... Lost in his thoughts completely he jumped a little when Fliss spoke his name and turned to look at her as she stood in front of him, the back of his thighs brushing against the sofa slightly. He noticed her hand was in her pocket, clutching something. Playfully he nodded towards it “I assume that’s not a spanner." He chuckled, referencing the joke they often shared and Fliss shook her head, biting her lip. "No it’s a bit bigger than that" With a shaky hand she pulled out a small, white stick of plastic and held it towards him. It took Frank a moment to understand what it was and as soon as he did his eyes widened and he looked at her, then it, then back again.

"You're...we're...no!." he stuttered, reaching out to take it from her. "I found out this morning." Fliss whispered, watching his reaction carefully "I suspected last week but thought it might all be down to stress and stuff but..." "How, I mean..." "I should have started a new pill packet when we went to Boston but I forgot to take it with me. I thought I'd be ok if I started as soon as I got back but..." "There's a baby in there?" Frank cut her off as he stumbled over his words, nodding to her stomach "Yeah" Fliss nodded. "You put it there." Frank's legs grew shaky and he dropped onto the sofa, staring down at the test in his hands.

2 blue lines. 2 blue lines that had just changed his world forever. "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden and I should have been more careful..." Fliss took a tentative step towards him and he reached out, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her t-shirt up. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly, his forehead resting just above her navel. "I'm gonna be a dad." he pulled back, his eyes watering. "Frankie, you already are." Fliss said, her own tears once more springing forth. "I know you hate it when I say that about Mary but it's true." He looked at her, a dazed smile split his face into two as he pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled him, and he kissed her, hard, leaving her slightly breathless before he rest his forehead against hers. "Fuck, Lissy." he whispered, his eyes closed "You're cooking a little person..." She spluttered a laugh, nodding, her forehead brushing his as she did. "Was it made in Boston...is that the right word?" He pulled back to look at her and she laughed, brushing her hand through his fluffy hair as his gently reached out to rest against her stomach. "Yeah and most likely." "It's a little Boston Bean" he grinned and she laughed again, pressing her lips to his. "You're ok with it then? I know it's probably not what you would have planned but..." "Ok? Of course I'm ok!" He smiled "I love you and the thought of us making a little person that's half me, half you...fuck, it's amazing." She smiled and nodded, her voice a whisper "I know..."

"There is one problem." Franks said, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "What?" "You just ruined Christmas forever...because nothing is ever gonna live up to this ever again."

****** Fliss, Frank and Mary’s adventure continues in RIDING ON

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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natromanxoff · 4 years ago

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Queen live at Empire Theatre in Liverpool, UK - December 7, 1979

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Freddie's black leather pants had both blue and red kneepads just to keep the football fans of both Liverpool and Everton happy, as Brian explained at some point during the show. For their own amusement during the acoustic set, Brian and Freddie played a bit of Mull Of Kintyre after Freddie mentioned how Wings had just played in Liverpool. Freddie jokingly said, "I'll be Linda McCartney." The band perform Liar on the second night in Liverpool, as they always did when playing two consecutive nights at a venue on this tour. The first picture was taken by Jim Jenkins, and the second by Ian Stewart Brown during We Are The Champions. The last photo set was taken by Doug Price and cleaned up by Ryan Newton.

Fan Stories

“I was fortunate to see Queen make their debut on T.O.T.P. in early 74. This was the time that Glam rock was at its peak, as a 10 year old I used to enjoy watching the likes of Mud, Slade, Sweet and Gary Glitter. I had never heard of Queen before seeing them on T.O.T.P, from that appearance I was hooked! The sound and visual image of the band took my appreciation of music to a level which was far ahead of the other acts that i used to enjoy. The song that they performed, Seven Seas Of Rhye, has stood the test of time so well over the last 29 years. For the next 5 years I would always listen out for a new Queen single release hoping that i could see the band perform the single on the TV. A couple of months after my 15th birthday I had the opportunity to see the band play live in Liverpool on the Crazy tour. It was to be an early Christmas present off my parents and they were taking me to the concert 80 miles away from my home town with another Queen fan called Elizabeth (good name for a Queen fan!). To say I couldnt wait was an understatment! Just over a week before the gig I went down with chicken pox, my Mother said "You can't go to the concert as you might give it to Freddie!", but, it was going to take more than chicken pox to stop me seeing the band for the first time! The concert took place on a Friday, I remember being in school and a couple of mates being almost as excited for me as i was for myself, as i was always telling them how much i loved Queen! We had excellent seats, in the 4th row, on Brian's side. There was no support band, so, when the lights of the theatre where dimmed you can imagine the atmosphere in there, a cloud of dry ice slowly wafted into the audience with the intro tape playing, I'm shaking my head typing this as I can remember it so well, just goes to show that you never forget your first one! This is what I had been waiting for, for so long, the opportunity of seeing Queen live, I had heard so many times of what a great live show they would perform, before this I had only seen their Christmas eve gig on the TV in 75. I hadn't even heard a bootleg tape before I purchased Live Killers, an album that I couldn't wait to buy, and played to death in my bedroom in the summer of 79! The lighting rig was suspended about 6 ft high above the stage, this was slowly raised to reveal the hundreds of white, green and red lights piercing through the dry-ice and into the noisy, excited crowd, an explosion was the cue for the band to enter the stage, they ripped into Jailhouse rock, with the customary, as I was to learn, always, last on stage appearance of Freddie. There he was about 10 ft away from me, unbeliavable, first impressions? He was smaller than what I thought, on the TV he seemed to give off the appearance he was a lot bigger, or was that just the way his stage presence came over on TV? He was dressed in all black leather, including the hat, and the "fly" eye shades. Not to displease any of the city's football fans in the audience Brian later revealed that was the reason, why Freddie was wearing blue and red kneepads! The set list was similar to Live Killers, but included Save Me which wasn't to be released as a single until the next month. The majority of people reading this will have seen Queen in concert, so you know how brilliant a Queen gig was. With the glorious benefit of hindsight I was fortunate that I had such a great seat to see the band in action for my first time. A year later and my first gig could have been at the back of the N.E.C. in Birmingham. All too soon the gig finished, on leaving the theatre O noticed that my ears where ringing from the volume of the concert, the ringing didnt stop until the next Tuesday! December 91, two weeks after Freddie has passed away and I'm back at The Empire for the first time since my first Queen gig, of all the places to go back to... I explained to my partner that it was a gig I wanted to miss as it would be too painful to visit the Theatre in the circumstances, she talked me around, so I took my seat in the circle to see the gig by Paul Young, who I had seen before, and to this day I still like. Whilst the support act was on, I looked down into the stalls, from the right of the theatre I looked at the 4th row and counted the seats until I got to the 12th seat, the seat I had for my first Queen gig, the memories came flooding back of that night, my throat was choked as I took a journey on the gigs that I had seen after I had been in that seat - 3 trips to Paris, 2 to Brussels, Cologne, Hot Space tour, attending the 7 gigs in the U.K. on The Works tour, down the front at the Live Aid gig, The Magic tour, every opportunity I had to see the band in action I took, they would never happen again, being a Queen fan you can probably realise how I was hurting at that time? A couple of years later Brian performed in Liverpool at The Royal Court Theatre, just down the road from The Empire, I was made up that he was playing in Liverpool as this was a chance to see Brian's first visit to Liverpool since my first concert in 79. It was a great concert with a brilliant atmosphere. On Brian's next tour 5 years later I was fortunate to meet him, and he signed a photo of a picture I had taken from his gig in Liverpool in '93. On telling him of the gig it was taken at, he commented on what a great night that had been, and how he was disappointed he couldn't book the venue on the tour he was on. The Brian gig in Liverpool was just what I needed after my return to The Empire, perhaps I am asking for too much, but, it would be great to see Brian perform sometime at The Empire! If your ticket for the gig is Row D, Seat 12, after reading this you can understand why I would want to swap tickets with you?!” - Kevin Hughes

“We set off for Manchester early Saturday morning one day in September 1979. I had to bribe my brother in-law(not a Queen fan) with the promise of a ticket and petrol money as I couldn't drive at the time. We arrived at Manchester Apollo before opening hours but found to my horror that they'd already been open an hour. We got to within sight of the ticket office and the inevitable happened - the sold out sign came out. Two long months later, concert day at last. I had a stomach like a child on Christmas Eve. I had a few cans on the way (Tartan bitter, remember them?) When we parked up I was physically sick due to the excitement of course(nothing to do with beer, honest). After a bit of banter in the queue we finally got to our seats. We weren't near the front but with it being a theatre we were never going to be that far from the stage. The lights dimmed, there was dry ice everywhere, the pizza oven began to rise, then Queen exploded on to the stage singing We Will Rock You. The crowd rose as one everybody jumping up and down like demented animals. We had a burst of Millionaire Waltz, Brian playing piano on Save Me. The crowd kept on singing Crazy Little Thing Called Love long after the music had finished and Freddie doing the dance he did in the video. I remember singing Love Of My Life the whole way through with the crowd as Freddie listened, then singing it all again with him. Roger's big drums, Brian's guitar solo, then Freddie and the boys whipping the crowd into another frenzy with Bohemian Rhapsody, Sheer Heart Attack and Tie Your Mother Down. Then Freddie on the shoulders of Superman singing We Will Rock You and then the song to end all concerts - We Are The Champions. As that was my first Queen concert, it was a very special one for me. I was lucky enough to see them six times and I can say "hand on heart" every show was a different experience. I think some of you will know what I mean. I'm no writer(as you can probably tell) so I hope this all makes sense to you and I hope you got a little bit of the excitement and emotion I had in 1979.” - Ducksoup

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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littledrummeraussie · 5 years ago

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craving something sweeter. / the taste of your skin tonight series

Word count: 4100+ Warnings: photographer!Ashton & slightly-innocent-college!reader. teasing. semi-public sex. sex without protection. (always be safe ya all!) everything is consensual. Author’s note: you can read this one as a standalone piece, but it’s actually the middle of a series that I’m gonna write on and off. Some things are referencing back to previous things that shall be written later, but until then - enjoy some fun times at the Art Exhibit. (Yes, I’m that weird person who sometimes writes the later parts before actually starting the story.) Feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

taste of your skin masterlist. / masterlist.

There was a long line of people waiting to get inside the building, and since Ashton seemed to be late you were sure you will have to spend another hour outside. Not that you minded it, as long as he was by your side. It was his turn to pick a date for you, and he decided to take you to an art exhibit that arrived a week ago to the city. He’s been going on and off about the artists that contributed to the event and how he wanted you to see some of the pieces that inspired him to become a photographer. You were more than happy to spend your day with him, listen as he shared thoughts, stories, feelings that made him who he was today. You just wished he would arrive already.

People started shifting back to a straight line as a bike passed them by, the obnoxious ringing of a bell making some of them grumble, saying how sidewalks were not made for such horrible constructions. You stifled your laugh as it suddenly stopped next to you and Ashton jumped off the saddle, cheeks pink and smile contagious, his bag slung over his back. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up as he leaned closer, kissing your cheek.

”Hey gorgeous girl,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his side. ”Been waiting for long?”

”I probably arrived a bit sooner, so it’s fine,” you smiled back with a shrug. ”You know me.”

”That’s a pretty nice dress you’re wearing,” he tugged on the dotted fabric, a spark in his eyes. ”Haven’t seen this one yet.”

”You know, I was thinking…” you turned towards him, grabbing onto the lapels of his jacket. ”…that since you’re taking me to see some of the influences that inspired you, it’s only fitting if I wear something that influenced me in the last few months.”

”Polka dots and leather jackets?” he laughed, bopping your nose with his finger. ”You’re too cute. Ready to go?”

”Ash, there’s a line,” you nodded to the queue in front of you. ”That’s probably another 30 minutes wait.”

”Not if you have one of these,” he flashed you a grin as he pulled a laminated pass out of his pocket, putting the strap around his neck. ”Free entry and all access. Perks of the job.”

”You’re unbelievable,” you shook your head with a smile, rolling your eyes at him. ”But what about…”

Before you could finish your question Ashton fished out another pass from his bag, putting it around your neck.

”Perks of the job,” he repeated with a grin, and you felt yourself blush as you saw your name printed next to his on the card. ”Come, I just need to chain up my bike and we can go.”

He pulled you out of the line before people started to grumble again, and made his way towards the front. You held onto his bag as he quickly found a place for his bike on the rack, then let him grab your hand as you went up the long stairway, flashing your passes to the security guard and the staff inside, gaining entrance without waiting more than a few minutes. Ashton had a proud grin on his face as he led you down hallways and up more stairs, his steps turning bouncy as you arrived at the first part of the exhibition.

”Okay, so – there are a bunch of amazing artists who contributed to this collection, but there are like 6 or 7 specific ones I want you to see. I know it sounds like a lot, but–”

”But we have all the time in the world. Ash, breathe,” you laughed, pressing your lips against his. ”Come on, walk me through them!”

Ashton couldn’t hide his smile as he pulled out his camera, quickly checking the settings, then led you into the first room, snapping a photo of the gathering crowd. He was full of knowledge about the artists that wasn’t even displayed, sharing bits and pieces of information that made them and their work much more interesting to look at. And then there were those things that Ash himself learnt from them, small details that shaped his own view and style: how to use the light correctly, but also how to play with the shadows and the darkness in your photos. How even the smallest movements can make a huge difference in the final product, and you needed to be patient with yourself and your art. How polaroids were a fun way to capture the moment, but how sometimes you had to wait for the moment to catch you.

”So this is why you made me wait until I looked like a clown and then snapped that photo?” you quirked your eyebrow, thinking back at a certain polaroid he kept in his wallet.

”It’s my favourite picture of you. Don’t dis the scrunchy face,” he laughed, stepping to the side so he could explain. ”But yeah. Polaroids are for the moment, sure, but how could you know what is the exact moment you are looking for? So sometimes you wait, and then suddenly the moment comes and shows itself. I really wanted to capture your smile, but as I waited and waited and you started laughing at me – that was my moment. So honest and beautiful.”

”Can you not?” you felt yourself blushing, hiding your face against his chest. ”What’s so special about that picture?”

”You,” he tilted your chin up, pressing his lips against yours. ”Simply you.”

”Ash? Irwin, is that you?”

The voice came out of nowhere as you were both lost in your little world, but Ashton snapped his head up, looking for the person who called his name. Then you felt his posture change against you, and you followed his gaze which was now trained on a figure coming your way.

”Dan! Haven’t seen you in ages,” he smiled at the guy who finally stopped in front of you, shaking his hand. ”How’s everything?”

”Should have known I would find you here,” Dan clicked his tongue, a knowing grin on his face. ”I mean, it’s like they’ve put this whole thing together only to please your ugly mug.”

”You sound butthurt,” Ash joined in on the banter, clearly knowing how to handle the guy and his jokes.

”And who’s the pretty lady?” he suddenly turned to you, and you could feel Ashton’s arm pull you a little closer.

”The Muse,” Ashton smiled, pressing another kiss against your temple. ”Also known as my girlfriend.”

”Hi. Y/N,” you shook his hand as he looked you up and down, and you felt yourself slightly blush at his attention. ”Nice to meet you.”

”And nice to meet you too,” he gave you a grin, then turned to Ashton. ”I don’t know why she would ever date you. You clearly put some kind of spell on her.”

”Actually, it was the other way around,” Ash answered, and you felt another blush colour your cheeks, so you slightly pulled away.

”I’ll go ahead and look around a bit more,” you squeezed his hand, giving it the lightest of tugs, a silent plea. ”It was fun chatting with you, Dan.”

”The pleasure was all mine,” he gave you a wide grin as Ashton nodded at you.

”I’ll catch you in a minute.”

Dan already started another conversation with him, and you could only hope Ash can somehow cut him short. As you tuned out his voice you turned your focus back on the art in front of you. You didn’t realize the exhibit also included a section completely focusing on the history of erotic photography, but it shouldn’t have come as a surprise – by now you were well acquainted with Ashton’s fascination with the female body, especially yours.

It wasn’t too long ago when he approached you with the idea of taking some photographs, ones that might be a bit more different than the usual fun shots he took. You could definitely see the influence on the images displayed, and you bit your lip as you thought back of the night you’ve spent together once he gave up on being professional and instead let him be his everyday self: your boyfriend. Then suddenly two arms wrapped around your waist, and Ashton’s body pressed against your back, breath hot on your face.

”See something you like?” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your cheek, looking up at the picture in front of you.

”It kinda reminds me of us,” you confessed as you followed the printed lines of the two bodies entangled on the canvas.

The moment caught on camera was both intimate and hot, the lovers still lost in their ecstasy as they wrapped themselves around each other, hands grabbing, but the touch turning soft, mouths half-open, lips pressed together in a sloppy kiss and a moan you could almost hear. The sheets were tangled around their legs, their bodies covered by only a light sheen of sweat, eyes barely open, yet their love was shining through the picture. It was exactly how you felt whenever you looked at Ashton during those late nights or the stolen moments in the morning. It made you wish you could get lost like this with him right now.

”You yourself look like a piece of art. You belong here,” he nuzzled his nose against your hair, hands searching for yours to tangle your fingers together. ”That’s why I needed to take a picture of you.”

”Again?” you giggled as you felt his smile against your temple, and he just nodded. ”What would you call this piece? I lost my girlfriend in the erotica section?”

”Lost in her beautiful mind,” Ash answered, then continued his explanation. ”I saw you looking at this picture, and it was like seeing you and what you are thinking about at the same time. It kinda reminds me of us as well. You also looked like you were wishing to be somewhere else, and that was just hot as hell. With that little lip bite and how you crossed your legs…”

”I can’t help it,” there was a slight pout in your voice as he chuckled. ”You completely ruined me. I used to be a good girl.”

”You were never a good girl,” Ashton chuckled again, running his lips over the shell of your ear. ”Are you wet, baby?”

”Aaash,” you whined quietly as you felt a deep ache taking over you, making you cross your legs again. ”We’re in public.”

”That didn’t stop you before,” he put his hands around you to pull you slightly closer, pushing his own hips forward, his hard length pressing against your ass. ”Were you thinking about my cock while daydreaming about this picture? Because it definitely got me hard, seeing you like this. Knowing exactly what’s going through your mind while looking at this photo in the middle of an art exhibit with people around us.”

”I wish you could fuck me right now,” you sighed as he rubbed against you, his movements slow and teasing.

”I think we could just… slip away,” he kissed into your ear, already leading you away from the picture. ”I’m sure we forgot to check something out in the previous rooms.”

He guided you through the crowd, going back the way you came from until he suddenly made a left turn, pulling you through a door you haven’t noticed before, and you quickly found yourself in a hallway that was definitely closed off from visitors. Ashton gave you a quick wink and a grin as he pushed another door open, and in seconds you were inside one of the staff bathrooms, the door locking behind you with a loud click. Ash shrugged off his bag, almost kicking it into the corner as he picked you up, already kissing you as he sat you on the counter, hands sliding up your thighs.

”I knew this dress was trouble,” he licked into your mouth as his fingers tugged on your panties, quickly sliding them down your legs. ”And I knew I’m gonna fuck you in it, just not that this soon.”

”Are you complaining?” you giggled against his cheek as he pocketed the lacy fabric, pulling you back for another kiss.

”Fuck, never.”

You reached for his belt, working the buckle open to do the same with the button and the zipper. You rubbed your palm against his bulge, pulling his cock out from his boxers to stroke it up and down, the hot flesh already pulsing in your hand. Ash whined against your lips as he bunched the skirt of the dress around your waist, his palm cupping your pussy, fingers already teasing between your wet folds. He chuckled as he pushed the first knuckle inside, biting on your bottom lip as he went deeper.

”Those pictures really turned you on, huh? Naughty girl.”

”Thinking about you turned me on,” you ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over it. ”And yeah, ahh, maybe the pictures too… and thinking about that first time in the club…”

”You liked my fingers deep inside you?” Ash pushed in a second finger, his slow movements and his quick panting words in your ear driving you crazy. ”Pushed against the wall, loud music, no one hearing your moans as you came on them? You’re really into this public shit.”

”Ash, please, fuck me,” you grabbed onto the lapel of his jacket, your hips moving against his fingers as he dragged his thumb up and down your clit.

Ashton pushed his lips against the corner of your mouth as he pulled away, his hands going through his pockets as he searched for something, but only finding the panties he tucked away. A frustrated huff left his mouth as he leaned his forehead against yours, hands lightly running up and down your thighs in a soothing manner, almost like an apology.

”I definitely did not think this through,” he let out a resigned chuckle. ”I don’t have any condoms…”

”Your bag?” you asked hopefully, but he shook his head.

”Pretty sure we used them all last time,” he sighed, burrowing his face against your neck. ”Sorry babe.”

”We could…” you bit your bottom lip as you gathered your courage, clearly knowing the risk of your next words, but wanting to share them with Ashton. ”We could do it without one. You just have to pull out.”

”Are you sure about that?” he finally looked up at you, brows furrowed, the question clear in his eyes. ”Cause, fuck, I want you so bad, but I– I don’t want to put you at risk, Y/N. You are worth much more than a quickie in the bathroom.”

”I know. I know,” you cupped his face in your hands, kissing his lips. ”But I trust you, Ash. I want you, please. And doing crazy stuff is basically a trademark for us.”

”Having sex with the stranger from the club?” he grinned, pulling you closer to the edge, already getting sold on the idea.

”Having sex while Calum was passed out on the couch,” you giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist. ”Or fucking against the window in the middle of the day… or sucking your cock while you were on the phone with your boss…”

”Fuck, you really want me, don’t you?” he moaned, pushing his hips closer, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. ”Are you sure?”

”Hmm, please.”

He stroked his cock up and down between your wet lips, rubbing the tip against your clit before slowly pushing in. Your toes curled as you took him in, the feeling familiar but also so new without the thin rubber between the two of you. Ash looked down as he pulled out, your wetness coating his shaft, and with a groan he quickly thrusted back in.

”Fuck, you feel so soft and hot around me,” his breath hitched as he pushed the last few inches inside. ”I could cum just from this.”

”Not a good idea right now,” you bit his lip, and he hissed at the small pain.

”Next time,” he kissed you roughly, giving the small bite back as he started moving.

You quickly got lost in your little world, the thrill of fucking in a public place and the new sensation of the skin-on-skin contact fuelling your passion in that moment. The door was locked, but who knew if the staff had their own key to open it? The possibility of getting caught made the whole thing much more exciting. Public sex has always been a fantasy in the back of your mind, something to be ashamed of. With Ashton – it was what started it all.

He grabbed your ass to haul you closer, pulling your legs tightly around his hips to fuck you deeper, and you felt yourself tremble as you realized what you were really doing. Even on that first night protection was priority, and it hasn’t changed since then. But there was a certain excitement that came with not using one – a new level of love and trust that you haven’t felt before. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of feeling him inside you like this from now on, and you buried your face in his neck as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot, making you moan.

”So tight, baby, you grip my cock so good,” Ashton panted against your ear as he fucked you, getting more frantic by the second. ”Want to feel you cum around me, wanna feel you on my skin.”

”Ash… more, please…” you swallowed around another moan, grabbing his hair as you pulled him closer. ”More…”

”Anything, love,” he angled your head up to his, whispering on your lips. ”Anything.”

With the slightest shift of his hips Ash started thrusting into you again, hitting all the spots that made you shiver, and it didn’t take him too long to push you over the edge. The pleasure rushed through you from head to toe, and Ashton didn’t stop with his movements, fucking you through your orgasm, making it last longer as the feeling settled deep inside you. His hips stuttered as he mumbled against your skin, the words getting caught in his throat as he rasped out “beautiful”, “so close” and “mine”. You squeezed around his cock at the last one, the word getting a new meaning as his skin dragged against yours, and you felt his body tremble as he realized the significance of it all as well.

Then Ashton pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he wrapped his hand around his cock, quickly jerking himself to reach his own orgasm. He moaned against your mouth as he finally came, and you felt a sudden shiver run through you as you felt his hot cum on your skin – he’d never done that before. You slumped back against the mirror with a needy little whine, and as you looked at yourself you felt another sound escape your throat. Your reflection showed smeared makeup, lips bitten and lipstick staining your chin. Your dress was wrinkled and still bunched around your waist, with Ashton’s cum slowly dripping over your pussy lips and thighs.

”You are the definition of well fucked,” Ash groaned as he looked at you, unable to take his eyes off of his work. ”Fuck baby, I– fuck.”

He quickly tucked himself back into his pants as you still tried to make sense of the new feelings and thoughts running through your mind. It felt deliciously filthy, having Ashton this way, his cum still sticking to your skin as a reminder, and a sudden urge to have more took over you as you remembered his words, ones maybe none of you realized were said in the heat of the moment. Next time.

You caught sight of his movements in the mirror, and you saw him fumbling with his camera, fingers slightly trembling and his bottom lip bitten in concentration. He had that spark in his eyes, the one he got when he was inspired, when he really wanted to take a picture of the thing that caught his attention. He was in full photographer mode, and it was clear he found his next art piece.

”Will you let me? Please?” his lips were on your cheek, peppering kisses against your skin, his question soft, with only a hint of pleading.

”If you’re quick,” you moved your head to brush your lips together, a small smile on your face. ”I need my cuddles.”

Ashton chuckled and stepped back, already focusing his camera on you. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t direct you – he just let you get lost in your afterglow as you leaned against the mirror, following his movements with your eyes. The only sounds in the room were your own heavy breathing and the small clicks coming from the camera as Ashton walked around you, working quickly to capture the moment. These were definitely going into his private collection.

”And what will you call this?” you mumbled against his shoulder as he put his camera down, stepping between your legs to pull you close and hug you to his chest. ”The We fucked in a bathroom series?”

”Filthy Nymph,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hand caressed your back. ”You really are a gorgeous piece of art. Priceless and all mine.”

”Ash,” you grabbed the lapels of his jacket, slightly tugging on them until he looked at you, and you felt your blush darken. ”I– I wanna do this again.”

”This?” he looked around the bathroom, but you shook your head, pushing your face closer to his.

”I want you to fuck me like this again. Without a condom. I– I want to feel you and come around you, and I… want you to come inside me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

”Fuck, I want that too, baby,” Ash groaned, pressing his lips back against yours in a rough kiss. ”You want it messy? Cause I can definitely give you that.”

”I want all that you can give me,” you nuzzled your face into his neck, sighing happily. ”All of you, Ash.”

”I promise you, you’ll have all of me,” he kissed into your ear, tightening his embrace around you. ”Let’s talk about this at home, okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder, then slowly pulled back to start fixing your appearances. Ash gently cleaned you up, but it took you a few more minutes to get your panties back from him, as he decided that they now belonged to him and you don’t need them when you leave the place. He finally gave them back when you let him take a few more candied shots of you fixing your hair and makeup. Ashton checked the hallway, and when he found it empty, he pulled you after him to sneak back to the exhibit, finishing your round before going back to his place.

”Oh, you two again,” a voice stopped you before you reached the door, and you found Dan grinning from the other end of the hallway. ”Did you get lost?”

”Fucking creep,” Ash mumbled next to you and you needed to stifle your chuckle against his shoulder. ”No, I just wanted to show Y/N that when your pass says all access, it really means that. She thought I made that up.”

”Yeah, perks of the job as we say,” Dan agreed, his eyes landing on you again. ”All access and free entry.”

”Good thing they don’t give out these passes for everything,” you gave him a tight smile. ”Or everyone, for the matter.”

Dan stiffened and a blush crept up his neck at your words, clearly getting caught with where his mind was wandering. Ash patted his shoulder with a laugh, making a comment about seeing him around, then pulled you back to the exhibit, leaving Dan behind.

”Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but that was hot as fuck,” Ashton kissed your cheek as you walked through the rooms, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. ”He loves getting his grabby hands on stuff that aren’t his. Especially girlfriends.”

”Sadly I already gave my all access pass to someone else,” you smiled, tugging on the card hanging around his neck. ”And I don’t really want to get it back.”

”What a lucky dude he is,” Ash grinned, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. ”I’m sure he likes the perks that come with the job. Like the free entry.”

”You’re gonna get me wet again,” you blushed, feeling your stomach flutter as you thought back to your conversation, already imagining what it would feel like being filled up by him.

”Good. Cause I’m planning on enjoying my boyfriend perks once we get home,” he gave a quick slap against your ass, then with a laugh pulled you back to the erotica section.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years ago

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Riding High Ch 25: Keep It Simple

Chapter Summary: The events of Boston behind them, Frank, Fliss and Mary look forward to Christmas…and Frank has a big surprise planned.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut…NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!!

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

And yes, I know it ain’t Christmas but…well, in my mind it should be Christmas every day!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter Song: God Only Knows by the Beach Boys

If you should ever leave me, thought life would still go on, believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you…

"Mary can you just hold on a second, please!" Frank sighed, grabbing the back of her coat to stop her shooting off into the crowd that streamed down the busy Manhattan sidewalk. "But Frank!" she turned and looked at him, her woollen hat jammed down over her ears "I just wanna see the stall!" "Yeah but you can't just run off!" He grumbled and besides him Fliss gave a chuckle. He turned to look at her "who gets so excited about damned wooden tree ornaments?" "Oh hush!" Fliss leaned up to give him a pack, her cold nose brushing his. In retaliation he pulled the front of her baby blue sparkly bobble hat down over her eye and she shoved him in the chest, laughing. "Fuck you!" "Chance would be a fine thing" he grumbled, taking Fliss’ hand as they headed after Mary. "Awww is that why you're grumpy?" Fliss grinned as they walked "Coz you haven't had any in nearly 3 days?" Frank pouted "No." "Liar..." "Ok, look...Frankie has needs..." he whined "I completely over looked the fact hanging out with an 8 year old in the room would be a cock block." "Always the shower..." Fliss teased and Frank snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? I give it 3 minutes before she came looking for us." "We go home tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then." Fliss grinned and he sighed. "What?" She laughed. "It’s just...you look so hot in all this winter clothing." Frank grinned. And he meant it. Seeing her wrapped up in a coat, hat and scarf had made her look all cute and cozy...and it had done inappropriate things to him for some odd reason. "Hmmm, you know most men get more turned on the less clothing their girls wear." She teased and he grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not most men" She gave him a smile which he returned with a soft kiss as they stopped by the stall where Mary instantly dived into looking at the array of ornaments. After a few moments of looking she handed Frank one in the shape of a reindeer stag, and a doe for him and Fliss before selecting a robin for herself. "I think they're so pretty." She looked at the bird in her hand "I saw one at Evelyn's over thanks giving." "Ever heard the saying robins appear when loved ones are near?" Fliss asked. Mary shook her head. "No" "Well, I don't know about here but certainly in England we say it because there is an old belief by some people that a robin is a message from heaven, that a loved one is watching over you." "Do you believe that?" Mary looked at Fliss. Fliss hesitated "Well when my mum's dad died I was 20 and I remember getting up the morning after he died and there was a robin on the fence of the back garden. Bill told me it was my granddad Alex come to check I was ok." "Do you think it was? Really I mean?" "I dunno sweetheart." Fliss sighed "I'd like it to be true..." "Then you should believe it was." Mary said, looking at her "Because isn't that what faith is? Believing something you want to be true?" Fliss looked at Frank who smiled and gave a small shake of his head. She turned back to Mary, smiling softly as she dropped a hand to the back of her head. This kid was unbelievably wise, but with such an innocence behind it all. "Yeah, I suppose it is." Fliss nodded. "Do you think the robin I saw could have been my mom?" She asked, her eyes wide. Frank at that point stepped in, carefully picking an answer that was ambiguous so as not to say yes, but also not dampening her spirits. "If your mom could I'm sure she would come and see you, make sure you're ok." Mary gave a nod, before she turned back to the stall, her attention back on the ornaments. "We need a dog for Thor, and a cat for Fred oh...and a pony for Monty." "What about Cap and Heidi?" Fliss asked, moving to inspect the selection of decorations. "Oh, yeah!" "This is gonna bankrupt me." Frank grumbled, his hands on Fliss' hips, chin resting on her shoulder as he observed the two of them. "Scrooge" Fliss shot back with a smile "Do you think Verity and Bill will like this one?" Mary held up a snowman. "Absolutely" Fliss nodded. "And can I get one for Evelyn?" She asked, selecting a snowflake. Despite the fact that they were now well into the fifty buck range for fucking tree decorations, Frank couldn't help but want to smile at Marys face. She was so thoughtful, the purity behind it all was as usual humbling. So he nodded "Sure she will appreciate it." He smiled. He moved to lift her up so she could hand the ones they had picked over to the guy behind the counter who asked Mary what names she wanted on each one. As she told him, he allowed her to sit up on the edge of the little surface, held in place by Frank to watch as he burnt the names into each ornament before he bagged them up and she took them with a thanks. "Our first family tree stuff!" Mary grinned and Fliss smiled, bending down to give her a hug. They set back off towards the hotel, stopping by a burger joint for dinner before they dumped their bags and returned back out for their final evening in the City. Frank had loved every second of their trip, and so had Mary and Fliss. Seeing Mary's reaction to snow and the Christmas lights had been amazing, along with all the bands on street corners, people walking around dressed up. It was magical and he wasn't afraid to let his inner child come out to play either, as Fliss had just found out. "Whose idea was this again?" He asked as Mary was bouncing up and down in the queue. "Yours!" Fliss scoffed as he took Mary's hand in his right "I seem to recall the very visible horror on your face yesterday when I told you I'd never done it before..." "That’s because it's an abomination that someone who's 34 has never been ice skating." "I was a professional athlete." She shrugged "I was banned from doing anything deemed dangerous " Frank looked at her "What do they consider more dangerous than flying a half tonne animal almost 2 meters into the air?" "Bungee jumping, sky diving, jet skiing, water skiing, ice skating.." Fliss shrugged "just to name 5" Frank shook his head as the queue shuffled forward a little. It wasn't too long now, luckily they had timed it right by arriving 20 minutes or so before the next lot of General Admission to the famous Rockefeller rink opened so there weren't too many people ahead. After another 10 minutes they got to the front and Frank nudged Fliss out of the way as she tried to pay. She scowled at him and he simply rolled his eyes and handed his card over. It wasn't cheap but then, he was in New York. What was? Together they headed onto the ice. Frank, having done it a few times as a kid found his legs fairly quickly and didn't stop himself laughing as Mary's completely went from under her and she landed with a thump on her ass. "Here..." he chuckled, offering her his hand. He pulled her up and moved her in front of him. "Give me your hands..." Mary extended her arms to the side and he took her mitten clad hands in his, holding her in front of him. Fliss was moving tentatively behind him, using the sides for support a little. "Ok slide your right foot forward, like on your roller skates..." Frank said. Mary did as she was told "now left...right...left...right..." He continued his chanting and glanced over his shoulder to see Fliss was concentrating on her feet, her tongue poking out slightly. "You good?" "Yup." She said, raising her hand to give him a thumbs up before she skidded slightly and went down in a tangle of limbs. Letting out a laugh he gently pivoted Mary so she could hold onto the side and offered Fliss his hand. Pulling her up into his arms he held her steady for a moment whilst her laughing subsided. He watched her for a second, her face creasing up into those adorable dimples, eyes crinkled so much they were almost shut and her shoulders shook with the force of her giggles. "I fuckin' love you..." he grinned and she smiled at him. "Back at ya sailor" After another few laps Mary and Fliss had managed to get the hand of it which meant Frank could leave them a little bit as he went off for what he called a proper skate. The girls watched calling him a show off as he crossed his feet and turned, skating backwards a little. Both of them debated sabotaging him and tripping him up but they decided not to, instead they simply pretended they didn't know him, resulting in him grabbing Fliss from behind just beneath the large tree, and spinning her round to face him. "Can I help you?" She teased and he gave a snort. "Yeah, you can... Mary?" He called to her where she was trying to perfect a turn and failing as she almost stumbled again. She looked up and headed over. "Can you take our photo?" "Only if you're gonna kiss..." she replied, making smooching noises. "Well we can’t disappoint her..." Frank shrugged and Fliss grinned, her smile turning into a shriek as Frank quickly grabbed her hips before he took one hand, keeping the other round her back and dipped her so she was bending backwards, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed against his mouth as he gave her a wink, before kissing her a little deeper and then setting her upright, his eyes boring into hers which were shining in the Christmas lights surrounding the rink. "Oh that was great!" Mary howled and he turned to face her as she handed his phone back. Frank checked the photo and had to smile, it was a dammed good shot. He showed it to Fliss and she beamed. "A framer?" She asked. "A framer." He agreed. It took them ages to get Mary to finally leave the rink. Even a bribe of hot chocolate, marshmallows and cookies wasn't doing it. Eventually Frank put his foot down and told her it was time to go as it was almost 9pm and they still had that tree to go see before they headed to Central Park for one last walk in the lights. After handing their skates back and retrieving their belongings from the lockers they followed the path to the tree. As they round the corner Mary gasped. "It's huge!" She turned to look at Frank and Fliss, her eyes wide "Oh my God!" Frank smiled kissed Fliss' cheek as Mary walked slightly ahead of them down the walkway that was flanked with smaller trees and the famous lit up trumpeting angels . As they caught her up he slipped his spare hand in his pocket, his fingers curling round the small, leather box inside. The damned thing had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it in Boston just after Thanksgiving. Fliss, Verity and Bill had all stayed for a very pleasant week rounded off with a damned good proper Thanksgiving dinner and the three of them had flown home on the Friday, as Fliss was starting to stress about her business. He and Mary followed on the Sunday after she had been given the all clear to fly after a week’s check up at the Hospital. On his spare afternoon, he'd taken a trip into the city with one goal, and it had been surprisingly easy. The first jeweller he has walked into had a perfect ring, and despite the fact he had visited several others none of them caught his eye like that. So he had gone back and asked the assistant for a closer look. It wasn't a huge rock, white gold and emerald cut with in a pave setting, but everything about it had screamed Fliss. It was delicate and feminine but with a wonderful sparkle just like her. He knew that sounded so lame when he had told the assistant but she has just smiled and told him that if he had that much conviction, it must be right. He had been lost when she asked him what size, but in a sudden inspiration he had remembered the Pandora ring he had bought her when he had gotten his first new pay check as supervisor. He mentioned this to the assistant who beamed and said she could easily size it from that by using a simple conversion chart and told him to come back the following day. His sudden good spirit had fallen as he explained he couldn't do and asked her to see if here was anything she could do, even contemplating taking it and having it sizes back in Florida. But, after the shitty run of events over the last week, his luck was in after she returned 5 minutes later with a slip of paper, informing him it would be ready by the end of the day. When he had told Mary he was going to ask Fliss to marry him, she'd been so excited. She'd asked when, where and when he said he didn’t know she'd given him the most exasperated look on the planet. The only one of his friend who he had confided in, Greg, hadn’t been much help either, simply telling him to do it in a way that meant something to them both. Simply put he just hadn't a fucking clue. He had agonized over how to pop the question. On the boat? Or maybe a sunset on their favourite spot at St Pete's beach? Did he wait for New York? As such, Frank had taken to carrying the ring around with him, waiting for that moment when it felt right. So far it hadn't happened at home and as it stood New York wasn’t faring any better. He had thought about it at the top of the Empire state, but it had been too busy. Then there was a moment in Central Park after they had been snowman building that might have worked...until Fliss had nailed him in the face with a snowball. So they'd had a snowball fight instead. Then when walking over Brooklyn Bridge, the skyline behind them… then when they walked back to the Hotel after seeing the Lion King on Broadway, going the long way round to see the display in Macy's window all lit up...and then that moment before when Mary had taken a picture of them kissing under the tree on the ice rink... but none of it felt right. It didn't feel like the moment for them. But now something stirred in his gut. This could be it. It wasn't too busy, the place was gorgeous, right in front of the tree Fliss had been so desperate to see... Ok Adler, you can do this. Taking a deep breath he pulled the box from his pocket when he heard Mary give a squeal. "Oh...wow! Frankie look..." Fliss' voice was a whisper and she nudged him, pointing to the base of the tree. He followed her gaze to see a blonde haired man down on one knee, presenting a ring to a dark haired woman who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Frank slipped the box back into his pocket and stared at the man as he placed the ring onto his now fiancés finger and did his best to look like he cared when Fliss let out a soft "Awwww" The man looked around excitedly, his eyes falling on the three of them before he asked Frank if he or Fliss would mind taking a photo for them. "Course not buddy, congratulations." Frank smiled. Fucking prick... ***** "It was AMAZING!" Mary gushed to Verity as they walked to the car, Fliss' parents having come to pick them up from the airport. "we saw so much stuff but nowhere near all of it but Frank said we could go back next year in the summer maybe and do a bit more." "Looks like someone else had a good time too." Bill smiled, nodding to Fliss who let out a loud yawn. Frank chuckled "She was up all night, I told her not to have more food so close to bed time." "I wanted a hot dog and a pretzel." Fliss mumbled, "Besides, it's nothing to do with the food...we did a lot of walking." Bill gave a snort "You ride horses for a living, you should be fit enough to walk round New York" "I probably skated about 4 miles too..." Fliss said looking at Mary "Someone wouldn't come off the ice rink" "You been sleeping ok otherwise?" Verity looked at her "I'm fine mum." She smiled "No anxiety?" 'V, she said she's fine so leave it" Bill said gently and Fliss shot a grateful look at her dad. She knew her mum was only concerned but she was fed up of assuring people she was fine. After the attack from John she had suffered a bout of delayed shock which had manifested in a few panic attacks, nightmares, and restlessness at night and on one occasion nausea. Luckily Frank had been brilliant at keeping calm when she had an episode, helping her work through it and the last incident she had suffered had been over a week ago. Once they were all in the car, Frank took the passenger seat after Verity offered it to him, Mary continued to chat all the drive home about New York, Fliss and Frank butting in here and there. They arrived home little after 30 minutes later and Fliss headed up the steps with Mary, Thor almost sending the pair of them flying when they opened the door. "Oh puppy I missed you!" Fliss smiled as she gave him plenty of attention and he kept licking her face, whining and emitting quiet little barks. "Did you miss me? Did you?" "Yerress" Frank did his best Scooby Doo impression as he walked past and Fliss let out a laugh, as she stood up and headed into the living room behind Mary, bumping into the girl as she stopped dead, giving a squeal as she saw the Christmas Tree in the corner. "Mum, Dad?" Fliss called, smiling "I take it you did this?" Frank appeared behind them both, smiling as Fliss and Mary exchanged a glance before they all turned to Bill and Verity who were stood in the doorway. "Well we know how much you like to get your tree up as early as you can and, well we were picking one up for ourselves so we got you one. You don’t mind do you?" Verity, looked at Fliss then Frank. "No, of course not!" Fliss grinned. "Saved me a job." Frank nodded "Thanks guys." "Can we decorate it tonight?" Mary asked "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Frank!" Frank glanced at his watch before giving a sigh, he knew she wouldn't go to bed if he said no anyway so what was the point? Plus she was at the University tomorrow which didn’t start until 10 so... "Ok, but if you so much as grumble tomorrow morning when I get you up you'll be in deep trouble." He looked at her sternly as she stooped to pick Fred up. "Cross my heart, hope to die, we all know Fred's got one eye..." she chanted off, nodding. "We brought your box of decorations from the annex." Verity smiled at Fliss, nodding to the box on the floor. "We thought you could pick what you want to keep now you're combining."

“Speaking of decorations…” Frank said, looking at Mary.

“Fliss said you wouldn’t mind the names Mary wanted on them.” Frank said, watching carefully.

“Of course we don’t mind!” Bill smiled, picking Mary up to give her a hug “We are Nanny V and Poppa B ain’t that right kiddo?” “Yep!” she grinned, hugging him.

“We’ll save it to hang tomorrow when you come over after school.” Verity said as Bill set Mary on the floor and she hugged her tightly.

He had just about managed it when Thor came over to inspect what he was doing, and dropped straight onto his back on top of the string.

“Frank got me this for my first Christmas.” Mary said, hanging a red bauble which had her name on it. “The glitter has all fallen off it now.”

“We can add more if you want.” Fliss looked at her and Mary shrugged.

“Best Tree ever.” she smiled.

“Yeah, and now it’s time for the best bed ever…” he looked at her.

“Seriously?” Mary complained

“No moaning, remember?” Frank instructed her. “That was in the morning.”

“I’ll be in in a second.” Frank shot after her, watching as she headed down to the hallway. He turned back to Fliss who was watching the tree, a smile on her face.

“Not exactly up to Macey’s standards…” Frank chuckled and she shook her head.

“I love it.” “It looks like an Elf threw up on it.”

“No beer.” “You want me to wait in bed.” “Yes I do.” he nodded “Go, I’ll let Thor out and lock up.”

“I like your ass.” he muttered. “I like yours too” she said back, “And your arms”

He laughed and pulled back to look down at her as her fingers trailed up his biceps. “My arms?”

“I know I keep saying it but I really do fuckin’ love you Cowgirl.” he said, voice muffled as his face pressed into her neck.

Fliss gave a chuckle “I’ll never tire of hearing it Sailor. “

And then, suddenly an idea came to him, out of nowhere.

Oh, it was perfect! "Greg..." he smiled, slapping the man on the back "you are a genius." "Glad I could be of service." Greg smirked "This means I get best man duty, right?"

“Frank said you enjoyed New York.” “Oh, it was fantastic.” she smiled “Every bit as magical as I thought it was going to be.”

“No, Greg…” Fliss started to protest but Greg cut her off.

“Yes Greg!” he smirked, turning to the bar tender, “Can I get a bottle of Tequila pal and 8 glasses.” Fliss groaned “I’m teaching at 9 am!”

“Dumbass…” Greg looked at her and Frank gave a snort.

“I told you to switch them out…”

“The table is set, food and everything is ready to go…” he chuckled, looking at her “Just relax…”

He reached round Mary, his hand gently rubbing at Fliss’ back and she smiled at him, turning her attention to the TV.

“She wants you to go and say goodnight.” he smiled,

Fliss nodded and stood up.

“You sure you’re ok?” Frank asked.

She came back about 10 minutes later and he smiled at her as she walked into the room.

“OK, now she’s out of the way…I got something for you...” Frank smiled.

Fliss looked at him before she shook her head, chuckling a little “I got something for you too…Frank, I have-” “Me first.” Frank cut her off.

She looked at him for a second, his bright blue eyes were shining as he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine…” she smiled, “Ok, you first.” He grinned and then folded his arms “You gotta find it.” “What?”

“Charmer.” she grinned, turning back to the tree.

Fliss looked at it, admiring the way the delicate band sat underneath her knuckle, the beautiful diamond twinkling in the lights of the tree.

"Oh Frankie...it’s gorgeous..." she whispered, before she looked at him, taking his face in both his hands and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He smiled, kissing her again before he pulled away, his hands linking behind her back.

Not that he had doubted she would, not really, but there had always been that little bit of fright she may have done. But that was all gone now. As he popped the cork on the bottle he found himself thinking about how he would be doing that soon enough on his wedding day. He poured 2 glassed and headed into the living room with them wondering if maybe a late Autumn wedding next year would be nice, October perhaps when it started to cool off slightly. They could do the beach wedding she always wanted, hire a marquee... Lost in his thoughts completely he jumped a little when Fliss spoke his name and turned to look at her as she stood in front of him, the back of his thighs brushing against the sofa slightly. He noticed her hand was in her pocket, clutching something. Playfully he nodded towards it “I assume that’s not a spanner." He chuckled, referencing the joke they often shared and Fliss shook her head, biting her lip. "No...it’s...a bit bigger than that" With a shaky hand she pulled out a small, white stick of plastic and held it towards him. It took Frank a moment to understand what it was and as soon as he did his eyes widened and he looked at her, then it, then back again.

"You're...we're...no...that's..." he stuttered, reaching out to take it from her. "I found out this morning." Fliss whispered, watching hair reaction carefully "I suspected last week but thought it might all be down to stress and stuff but..." "How, I mean..." "I should have started a new pill packet when we went to Boston but I forgot to take it with me. I thought I'd be ok if I started as soon as I got back but..." "There's a baby in there?" Frank cut her off as he stumbled over his words, nodding to her stomach "Yeah" Fliss nodded. "You put it there." Frank's legs grew shaky and he dropped onto the sofa, staring down at the test in his hands.

2 blue lines.

2 blue lines that had just changed his world forever. "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden and I should have been more careful..." Fliss took a tentative step towards him and he reached out, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her t-shirt up. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly, his forehead resting just above her navel. "I'm gonna be a dad..." he said, pulling back, his eyes watering. "Frankie, you already are..." Fliss said, her own tears once more springing forth. "I know you hate it when I say that about Mary but it's true." He looked at her, a dazed smile split his face into two as he pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled him, and he kissed her, hard, leaving her slightly breathless before he rest his forehead against hers. "Fuck, Lissy..." he whispered, his eyes closed "You're cooking a little person..." She spluttered a laugh, nodding, her forehead brushing his as she did. "Was it made in Boston...is that the right word?" He pulled back to look at her and she laughed, brushing her hand through his fluffy hair as his gently reached out to rest against her stomach. "Yeah and most likely." "It's a little Boston Bean" he grinned and she laughed again, pressing her lips to his. "You're ok with it then? I know it's probably not what you would have planned but..." "Ok? Of course I'm ok!" He smiled "I love you and the thought of us making a little person that's half me, half you...fuck, it's amazing." She smiled and nodded, her voice a whisper "I know..."

"There is one problem." Franks said, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "What?" "You just ruined Christmas forever...because nothing is ever gonna live up to this ever again."

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #gifted #gifted fan fic

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crushedbyhyperbole · 5 years ago

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In His Lap

A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabble prompt by anon:

I am so sorry that I don’t seem to be able to grasp the concept of a drabble. I literally started writing and ended up with 1.3k oopsy!

There will probably be a smutty follow-on from this but this one is more soft and fluffy. Link to follow-on smut piece at the bottom.

Warnings: plus size reader, mentions of a break-up, theme park ride related adrenaline, hints of horniness and mutual attraction, Bucky is the proactive type ;)

Alternate Universe; a new theme park you’d been itching to go to with your boyfriend Rob had opened a few months ago. Themed around space, physics and quantum mechanics, it was right up your street. In fact, you just about had a nerdgasm when you managed to get tickets, one for you, Rob and your two best friends (Zara and Rachel). You had booked the weekend off work, Rob planned to drive and you were going to stay in a hotel nearby to get best use out of your weekend passes. And even when Rachel dropped out, you were beyond excited!

Only, You and Rob weren’t together now and you and Zara weren’t friends anymore, and yes the two cases were related. Cheating scum and back-stabbing snakes belonged together, you thought bitterly. But that hadn’t stopped you from going and you were determined to enjoy this trip even if you were alone, after all, Alternate Universe was on your bucket list.

You spent the whole morning following your carefully constructed plan of how to get around as many rides as possible and you’d had an amazing time despite feeling a little self-conscious squeezing into the seats on some of the rides and not collecting many memorabilia photo’s because, well, it was just you. You visited rides called Quarks, Entropy, The Black Hole, Terminal Velocity, Newton’s Cradle and were queuing for The Photon.

The warnings for this ride were off the charts, more strict than normal on account of the fact that the carriages of this rollercoaster freely orbited the track on a circular rail. You were both nervous and excited.

You swallowed dryly when you reached the front of the queue and you were told that you could only ride in pairs. Everyone around you were in even numbers and a call was put out for any solo riders to step forward. Your palms grew sweaty and your heart raced. Already embarrassed by the attention you were drawing, you hoped people weren’t looking at you thinking you were too large for this ride.

Finally there was a murmur, someone from the back was being escorted through the throngs of people to the front, a tall man in dark jeans and a red Henley, with long-ish hair and shoulders broad enough to make even you look petite. You did a double-take – he was stunning with sharp blue eyes and a strong jaw covered in soft-looking stubble.

The seat was a cushioned bench where riders would sit with their feet on either side, one in the back and one in front.

“You wanna take the front? I’m a bit,” you gestured to your plumpness, “round.”

“I’ll take the back.” The man’s eyes twinkled as he stepped in ahead of you and, once seated, offered his hand to help you inside. “I’d hate to squash you.” His breath puffed against your ear sending a tingle down your spine.

“I’ll try to sit forward.” You reassured him, worried you’d break his ribs if you put too much weight on him.

When the safety bars were pushed into place you were slammed back against his chest with a squeal and he laughed.

“Sorry.” You whimpered.

“Hey,” he squeezed your shoulder gently, “just relax. I’m good back here. You just enjoy yourself.”

You didn’t know what to say so you nodded and tried not to lean on him too much while you waited for the other carriages to be loaded.

“I’m Bucky, by the way,” he said softly.

“Y/n.” You glance over your shoulder to see his lips pull up at one side in a devastatingly cute smile. Your mouth went dry and you tried to control your breathing. You did not just instantly develop a crush on a complete stranger.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached to shake your hand. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s a sweet lady like you doing here all on her own?” You didn’t mind as much as you thought you would, so you told him your story, earning a curse from him and a promise of broken legs for your ex.

The mechanical lock on the bars pushed the padded brace harder against your chest, squashing you back further against the solid wall of man behind you. You groaned at the feel of his thighs on either side of your hips and his body heat penetrating through your t-shirt.

You squeaked when the ride kicked in, the ratchet picking up the contact and pulling your carriage forward with a jolt.

“You ok there, sweetheart?” Bucky seemed genuinely concerned.

You nodded silently, not trusting your voice right then. When the carriage reached the top the carriage would be in free motion, it would swing upside down and all sorts as it followed the tracks at high speed. You began to shake, adrenaline flooding your system.

“Hey,” Bucky soothed, resting a hand on your shoulder to lean you back the few inches that remained between you, “I got you, just relax, ok?”

You did as he asked and laid back against him, not worrying about crushing him, enjoying the feel of him at your back. You might have sighed when the carriage neared the top of the incline, the view was spectacular.

“So beautiful.” You sighed.

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled, “and the view ain’t half bad either.”

For a split second you forgot where you were, the perilous drop in front of you loomed and as the feeling of free-fall kicked in you gasped and tried to back up.

The sound of Bucky’s moan was lost under the gasps and giggles you made as the ride whipped you around and spun you upside down. Bucky’s hands were on your hips encouraging you to lean with him to spin the carriage upside down at every opportunity. Your shrieks and laughter spurring him on.

Three minutes and fifty seconds of pure joy and excitement later the carriage air-braked, sending you forward into the restraints but Bucky held himself back so as not to crush you.

“That was so much fun! I really wanna do that again!” You laughed, looking back over your shoulder to see a strange look on his face. You worried maybe you’d hurt him. “Sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, sweetheart,” Bucky said, giving your hip a squeeze, “but I’m feelin’ some kind of way and I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman about it.” He shifted his hips away from your lower back slightly.

Your mouth flapped awkwardly and you didn’t know what to say.

The bars suddenly released themselves and you jumped to your feet trying not to meet his gaze, which was intently fixed on you. You had one foot out of the carriage when he reached for your hand.

“Before you go and I never see you again, I gotto ask,” Bucky locked eyes with you and your heart jumped a mile, “I know we just met but I’d really like it if you’d have lunch with me.”

“Why would you want…?”

“Sweetheart,” he stood and offered you his elbow in a gentlemanly gesture that was so far removed from what you were used to that you couldn’t help but accept. “Trust me when I say that I want to, ok?”

“Ok,” you agreed with a firm nod, “but I have my day all mapped out, and for lunch I was gonna go to Schrodinger’s cat café.” You bit your lip nervously as if it was some cringy thing he’d never agree to.

“Deal,” Bucky’s grin faded to hunger as he watched your mouth, “you’re really somethin’ else, you know that right?”

You simpered as he led you away.

“I can’t believe you literally fell right into my lap.”

Follow -on smutty drabble: Ride of Your Life >>>

#hbc drunk drabbles #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes x you #not a drabble #im sorry #my writing #plus size reader #cloudy's writing

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tefanfics · 5 years ago

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Chapter 18

My nerves were tearing me apart. I sat in the corner of the sofa in Matthew Vaughn’s trailer and Taron sat on the other side. Matthew was standing in front of us, pacing back and forth. His hands rested on his hips and look of frustration was strong on his face.

“So neither of you have any clue what this photo is about?” Matthew asked as he gestured to hi s laptop sitting on the counter near us.

I waited to see if Taron would say anything. He stayed quiet so I spoke up. “I mean, obviously it’s the two of us,” I started. “We ran into each other at the park. He asked if I wanted to join so I did.”

Matthew stared me down. I hoped to god he didn’t know I was lying. “And the hand holding?”

“I about lost my balance,” Taron chimed in. “Just bumped into her.”

Matthew’s gaze went between Taron and I. “So there’s nothing to worry about here?” He asked,

“Nope. Just friends.” I paused with a shrug. “Truthfully more like acquaintances. This is like what, the third time we’ve actually talked?” I asked Taron as I looked to him before turning my attention back to Matthew. “Any other questions? Or can I go get the cast ready for this scene?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, Rose. Thanks for your time,” Matthew said as he waved me off. He offered a smile as I stood up and left the trailer.

My heart was racing as I stood outside. I tried to catch my breath before I started walking. I glanced over my shoulder at the trailer, trying to see if Taron would appear. When I didn’t see him, I kept walking. I hurried to the location of the current scene, grabbing my copy of the script and going over things with the cast.

All day I buried myself in the script and anything I was thrown. I tried to keep from focusing on Taron when I could. I could feel his gaze on me, pressing into me the longer I kept myself away from him. Maybe Matthew had been right to be suspicious. Maybe our little escapades to steal kisses weren’t so secret after all. I shook myself out of my thoughts and carried on with the rest of the day.

When they finally wrapped filming for the day, I gathered my things and bid everyone before I began my walk home. The set wasn’t horribly far from my apartment and sometimes the walk home was nice to free my mind.

I put headphones in and grabbed my phone, starting the playlist I had been adding to since Taron and I had started talking. I checked for messages and saw one from the man himself.

See you in a little bit.

I didn’t bother sending a message. I figured by time I had walked home, Taron’s ride would have already dropped him off at my apartment. So instead I let myself get lost in the music as my legs carried me home.

Sure enough when I arrived at the apartment complex, a black car with tinted windows waited by the curb. I got up the steps to the building and opened the door as the car door opened. I heard footsteps on the concrete steps. I didn’t look at him as I made my way to the steps and began to climb them.

Once in the safety of my apartment, I tossed my stuff down and threw off my jacket before falling into the sofa. Taron shut the door and locked it, shrugging off his own jacket.

“Just friends?” He repeated to me. “Acquaintances?”

My gaze was on my hands on my lap. I was anxious. I was worried about my job and if I was jeopardizing things now.

Taron walked in front of me and scooted the coffee table over just a little before kneeling in front of me. He tucked himself between my open legs and grabbed my hands. “I mean, you could’ve fooled me. With all the kisses and sharing my bed…” He teased as he looked at me. Taron took my hands in his and lifted them, kissing them softly.

I forced myself to look at him. “I panicked. I didn’t want you to get in trouble and I was afraid I’d lose the job which meant losing the apartment and going back home,” I blurted. Tears welled in my eyes as I met his. My heart was still pounding in my chest.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh. It’s okay,” Taron said quickly. He kissed my hands again as his forearms rested on my legs. “I was just teasing. I promise.” Concern washed over his face as he reached up and wiped the only tear that managed to spill over. “It doesn’t matter though, love. My private life is my own. As is yours.”

I nodded and turned my gaze back to my hands in his. “Okay,” I murmured. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

Taron’s hand rested on my cheek and I leaned into it, shutting my eyes for a moment. “Nothing to sorry for, okay? All you were doing was looking out for us.”

“Us?” I repeated. I tried to fight the little smile that wanted to show but it was a losing battle.

Taron smirked as he watched my expression change. “Yeah. Us.” He grinned at me and now I really couldn’t help but to smile back at him. He stood up and took my hands again, pulling me up beside him. “Do you still feel like going out tonight?”

I bit my lower lip as I contemplated. Finally I gave him a nod. “Yeah, I do. I think some fun is in order.”

“Excellent. I can’t wait for you to meet my best mate.”

“I’ll change first then we can go,” I said before kissing Taron on the cheek.

“You sure?” He asked. “I like the flannel on you.”

I laughed and nodded. “I want to make a good first impression. Me dressing like this is not the best way.”

Taron shrugged, smiling at me. “Well for future reference, the flannel is very sexy.”

I rolled my eyes as I began to walk away, heading to my room. I switched into different jeans. They had two shades of denim- the inside a light blue and a seem down the middle that changed to a dark blue. I pulled a black shirt from my closet. In the light, the black fabric shimmered. The shoulders had cutouts and on the front, the low cut had a mesh lining and three slits across the fabric. I put the shirt on and went to the bathroom, finding my favorite matte red lipstick. I fixed my eyeliner and ran the hairbrush for through my hair before grabbing my burgundy leather jacket and going back to the living room and finding my boots again. I put them on and faced Taron.

“Better?” I asked.

Taron looked up from his phone, a smile slowly growing. His gaze flickered as he looked me over. “Okay that might be better than the flannel.” He quickly stood up and cleared the space between us, kissing me gently. “Almost makes me not want to go. I don’t want to share you.” I had no doubt my cheeks were red at his comment, matching my hair and lips. He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands finding my lower back. I could feel his reluctance as he pulled himself away. “We need to go before I change my mind,” he murmured to me, his voice low.

I nodded and slid my jacket on, grabbing my purse on the way out the door. The same car waited for us out front. The ride didn’t take long before pulling up to our destination. It was a karaoke bar. I had some how been convinced that I was going to sing tonight but I was doubtful. I knew I’d need a lot of liquid courage before that could happen.

Even though we bypassed the line to get in, I could hear the whispers and squeals of people who recognized Taron. Inside was easier to deal with. It was a little crowded but tolerable. Taron guided us to the bar and ordered us drinks before we found his friend at table.

“Jack!” Taron greeted with a grin. “This is Rose.”

“The one you talk about all the time?” Jack retorted before looking at me and holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too!” I answered as I shook his hand. “So all the time, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Doesn’t shut up honestly,” Jack said, laughter in his voice.

“Good to know,” I said with a sweet smile as I looked at Taron. He rolled his eyes as we took a seat at the table. I sipped on my drink and paid attention to the people who were on stage. Some people were honestly pretty good and the song choices, for the most part, were upbeat.

“So, Rose, you’re working on the movie too?” Jack asked.

I nodded. “Yeah! I’m a behind the camera person though. I make sure the continuity is there. That actions match the previous movies or that we have our facts right. That sort of thing.”

“Very cool!”

I grinned and nodded. “I’m loving it so far.”

Taron reached over and grabbed my hand that rested on the table, giving it a little squeeze. “Cast and crew love her. She’s been great,” he added. It almost sounded like he was bragging about me. “We got lucky, I think.” I blushed and took my drink in my hand again as he carried on. “She’s a pretty talented singer too.”

My eyes widened as I shook my head. “I don’t know about all that,” I said quickly. “And one drink is not going to be enough to get me up there to make a fool of myself.”

“And that would be why he ordered shots,” Jack said as a waitress walked to the table with a tray. She sat down nine shots in total. I groaned as Taron slid three of them to me. Jack and Taron both lifted one, so I followed suit. We clinked the little glasses before I downed the mouthful of vodka. It burned as it fell down my throat, leaving me to scrunch my nose and shake my head a little.

Taron laughed at my expression before getting up. He went up to wait his turn to sing. Once on stage, I recognized George Michael’s Faith. I sang along quietly at the table while Taron was up there. Once he came back to his spot, he looked at me and pointed at the stage.

“One shot still isn’t enough.”

Taron smirked and grabbed a second. I sighed and took a second. We repeated the same steps: clink and throw back the drink. The second shot was worse than the first. I could feel the heat already growing on my face. “What’s your song of choice?” Taron asked. “Because don’t have anyone signed up after this song.”

I sighed and looked at the stage, racking my brain for what song I could manage. I jumped off the stool and finished off my original drink. I would probably request it later. Mixing light and dark alcohols were always a mistake. I walked over the queue for the stage and gave the guy running it the song. He looked over the list and nodded once he saw it on the list. I waited for my turn, bouncing on my legs.

The girl in front of me finished off her song and hurried off the stage before the guy gave the go ahead to go up. I climbed up the stairs and walked to the mic. The spotlight was bright in my eyes but luckily it kept me from seeing the majority of the crowd. I could see the prompter with the lyrics beginning to scroll across.

Stage fright was a very real thing as I stood there. I felt stiff behind the mic, singing the lyrics to Demi Lovato’s Ruin The Friendship. Then the alcohol began to hit. I was loosening up and felt myself diving into the lyrics. Truth be told, I didn’t care how I sounded. I just was glad I had actually gotten up on stage.

After the song ended, I heard clapping. I moved down the stairs again and could see far more people than I would have liked. But the majority of them were clapping. I found my way back to the table and climbed up on the stool. Before I gave myself the chance to listen to anything Taron or Jack were saying, I grabbed my remaining shot and threw it back.

When I put the glass down, I looked between the two of them. Taron was grinning and holding back laughter. Jack was giving me a nod of approval. Evidently I had done something right.

Jack disappeared a little while later, either to get more drinks or head to the restroom, leaving Taron and I alone. He stood up and moved beside me, standing next to my bar stool. He arm slid around my waist as he kissed my cheek.

“Were you trying to tell me something with that song?” He whispered into my ear.

I was flushed from the alcohol in my system but his breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I teased, looking at him and kissing him swiftly.

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breathlester · 5 years ago

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How to survive a flight to Australia

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

summary: In which Dan suffers through horror in the form of planes, noise, and other people. But hey, at least he’s in it with Phil... (inspired by “will Dan and Phil survive Australia?”)

genre/themes: fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, tatinof, travelling

content warnings: anxiety, ableist language

excerpt:

“Just try to actually sleep this time,” Phil suggests.

“I don’t think you understand that I did try, Phil, it’s just that a baby two rows behind us kept screaming like it was being murdered.”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“Yeah, well, you’re fucking deaf.”

Dan aches to lean his head on Phil’s shoulder.

He resists. Instead he shifts his weight onto his right leg, stifling a whimper when his knee cracks uncomfortably.

They’re in line for the passport control, having just gotten off a plane to Hong Kong about two hours ago. A 12 hour flight, and another one of that duration lies ahead of them.

The prospect makes Dan want to cry. His legs and back are hurting from the cramped space and the too-small seat on the Asian airline company’s plane, and he’s anxious and gross and so tired.

Phil stood next to him seems impossibly unbothered by the impending horror.

His glasses are askew on his nose, his t-shirt is wrinkled but probably less disgustingly sticky than Dan’s sweatshirt (“It might be chilly on the plane, Phil, and unlike you I don’t want to freeze to death before we even get there”), and he’s playing angry birds on his phone.

Of course he is. He’s such a fucking child.

Except he isn’t, because unlike Dan he kept his cool earlier at the ticket booth when things took longer than expected and people in the queue started standing on their toes to stare at them.

Because Phil took care of stuff like an adult while Dan was standing next to him, back turned to the crowd hoping and praying they could just get away.

Fed up and worn out, his hair curling and his anxiety escalating amid all those fucking people, and - hi yes I am danisnotonfire of course you can have a selfie that’s a nice shirt have a great day bye! - he felt like he was going to fucking die right then and there.

It was Phil who got them out of there by smiling and politely declining and manoeuvring them through halls and doors and stairways when Dan had lost track.

Dan envies him.

No; he loves him.

Sometimes so much that it physically hurts to be unable to show it.

The tune for a failed level plays, and Phil glances up to find Dan staring.

“Fucking loser,” Dan mutters.

I love you, idiot.

Phil blinks and pushes up his glasses, smiling thinly. “You okay?”

I love you, too.

For a second he contemplates saying yes, but he’s just too done and this is Phil and he’s used to Dan complaining.

“Everything hurts and if there were a window here I’d jump out of it; why do you ask?” he grumbles as passive aggressively as he can muster.

They move along in the queue.

Phil draws his eyebrows together. “You need an aspirin, bear?”

Bear. I might never need anything else than you calling me that, thinks the mushier side of Dan, but out loud he says, “I need a bath and 14 hours of sleep, not a painkiller, Phil.”

Phil grimaces sympathetically and presses “Try again” on his phone.

Dan feels the urge to groan.

He resists.

An endless seven minutes later they’re finally second in line. Dan prepares to trudge forward when Phil suddenly stops dead in his tracks and Dan very nearly runs into him.

There’s a sinking feeling in Dan’s stomach quite similar to the one he got when their plane took off.

“What?”

Phil’s pulled his backpack down from one shoulder to riffle through its contents. “My pass.”

Dan breathes out through his teeth. “Phil Lester, don’t tell me you’ve lost your boarding pass.”

He can feel the annoyed stares like daggers in his back.

Phil’s arm has disappeared almost up to the elbow in his backpack.

“No, not my ticket; my passport.”

Dan wants to shout. Instead he hisses. “You literally just had it, where the fuck could you have put -”

Phil’s face lights up. He pulls his hand out of his backpack, empty except for some gum wrappers. Then he pats his back pockets. “I put it here!”

And indeed he produces the red booklet from one of his pockets.

Dan rolls his eyes. “Don’t shock me like that, you twat.”

Phil sticks his tongue out at him.

Then he moves to show an officer his papers.

Dan wonders how the hell they’ve survived even this far.

Dan slumps down further in his seat, feeling the plastic press into his back.

They’re in the waiting area for their flight to Australia and the woman behind them won’t stop talking rapidly to her husband. At least it’s in Chinese so Dan doesn’t have to actually listen to her life story.

But it’s exhausting all the same. He wants quiet. He wants his bed at home. He wants Phil.

Phil’s sat next to him.

“I spy something red.”

“No.”

“Come on, Dan.”

“Fuck you.”

“Dan!” Phil nudges him, his pointy elbow poking Dan’s side. He recoils.

“There are children here.”

Dan huffs. “I don’t fucking care. If they can spend 12 hours consecutively crying on a plane, then I can swear around them.”

Phil puts his hand on Dan’s knee.

The old woman across from them looks down at it, then up at Phil’s face.

He pulls it back.

Dan’s entire body feels tense. At least there are no potential fans in their proximity.

“Just try to actually sleep this time,” Phil suggests.

“I don’t think you understand that I did try, Phil, it’s just that a baby two rows behind us kept screaming like it was being murdered.”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“Yeah, well, you’re fucking deaf.”

He’s breathing faster now, and he’s fully aware that he’s about to talk himself into a fit, but he doesn’t have the restraint nor the energy to hold back.

“If i have to sit through just one more fucking hour of screaming I’m going to join in. I’m serious, Phil, I’m so fucking sick of this flying crap, I’m too tall for this shit. Couldn’t we get a hotel room for just one night in between the flights to give my body some bloody rest? No, because that would cost us and we want to be there ahead of schedule. Do you know how many fucks i give about your stupid fucking schedu-”

“Dan.”

“What-”

Phil’s fingers are suddenly on his chin, and then his lips are on Dan’s.

Dan’s stomach does the same as before, only this time it feels like a skydiver taking a jump, and a rushing starts in his ears. This isn’t the place. He’s 100% sure the old woman is gawking at them right now. Oh god, what if she’s someone’s grandma and she’s taking photos -

A low noise of protest escapes Dan before he pulls away just a bit, just as much as he can force himself to, and squeaks “Phil”.

But Phil keeps his eyes closed and pecks his lips again very sweet and slow, and Dan simply can’t resist.

He sighs softly and melts against Phil’s mouth, his eye lids slipping closed. Phil’s hand is firm and warm on his jaw and his tongue brushes against Dan’s bottom lip, making his insides flutter like a bird getting sucked into a plane’s turbine.

Nevermind that old woman; let her stare.

He grins against Phil’s mouth.

Right at that moment, their boarding group is called up.

Of course.

Phil pulls away, keeping his forehead pressed against Dan’s long enough to say, “relax, ok?”

Then he moves to pick up his backpack. Dan follows his lead, feeling suddenly quite a lot lighter. Almost as light as though he could fly.

Well, he’s about to.

“You just kissed me at a public airport,” he murmurs while tying his jacket around his waist, “and you’re asking me to relax?”

Phil shoulders his backpack. “Come on.”

Dan shakes his head, but follows without protest.

When they stand in line, Dan doesn’t look at him; he just runs his fingers up Phil’s arm to curl around his biceps.

“You’re incredible, Phil Lester,” he says as softly as a breath.

Phil keeps staring straight ahead, but bumps his hip into Dan’s.

“Some even call me amazing.”

Before the flight attendant beckons them forward, Dan allows himself two things: he groans and lets his head sink onto Phil’s shoulder.

He may hate planes and 12 hour flights, but as long as Phil is next to him, Dan knows he’ll make it through.

*** this used to be on my ao3 page (softiejace). i’m taking my phan content down from there for personal reasons but reposting it here so people can still enjoy it :) ***

#phanfic #my fic #softiejace #phan fic #phan

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 5 years ago

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Yours Truly [Part Eleven]

Summary: Chris and Layla return from Minnesota. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1810 Warnings: FLUFF. A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post.

July 13

Caroline,

I skipped a few days of letters, waiting for Chris to head to Minnesota. I dropped him at the Kansas City airport this morning, and in a couple of days, I’ll pick him and Layla up and bring them home.

I have an interview this afternoon with the elementary school that Layla will be going to. I’m excited, especially after having met a few of Layla’s friends at her party. They seem like good kids, and would be so fun to teach. I like the town, and staying close would be good.

How are things with Chris? Ugh, I’m so torn between wanting you to be able to keep your job and not have to deal with the media, but also wanting you two to be together! He’s just so perfect for you, and even seeing you on stage next to him – you’re adorable together. I hope you haven’t completely given up on him.

See how I’m avoiding talking about my Chris? I can’t even write the words, but I guess I have to since we have sworn off the phone again. The date was pure perfection. He made me dinner and we ate outside on the patio with the first sunflower blooms of the season in a vase on the table. We danced to that Billy Currington song I’ve always been obsessed with, and then it started to rain. We ran inside and he kissed me and then – don’t you DARE say I told you so! – told me that he loves me.

Caroline. Why does that terrify me? Chris is amazing. He makes me laugh – like really laugh, not the polite way like when something is kind of funny, but the kind of laugh that comes out when you don’t expect it.

I know why it terrifies me. It’s because he also told me that I filled a hole in their home. What if he only thinks that he loves me because I’m filling whatever void Emily left behind? Honestly though, I think that’s what worries me the most, and it’s because – am I really about to say this? – because I love him, too.

What the hell is going on with us, C?

Yours truly,

Sadie

After donning the same outfit she had worn for her date with Chris, Sadie tucked the letter into her bag to mail out later, and headed for the elementary school.

Mr. McCaffree, the elementary school principal, greeted Sadie cheerfully when she arrived, and welcomed her right into his office. He asked all the usual interview questions, and seemed very impressed with Sadie overall.

“I do have a couple of other interviews, one today and one tomorrow, but I have to tell you, Ms. Coleman, they’ll be hard-pressed to do better than you,” Mr. McCaffree told her with a smile. “But you didn’t hear that from me.”

Sadie smiled back. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.”

He nodded. “I’ll call you by Friday.”

“Sounds great,” Sadie replied, shaking hands with the man. “Thank you.”

She left the school, stopped at the post office, and then headed back to the farm. She changed into a tank top and shorts, and decided to take a walk around the property. With the distraction of the interview over, there was only one thing on her mind.

The last few days with Chris had been wonderful. He had apologized immediately after blurting out that he loved her, assured her that he wasn’t out to rush her and there was no agenda behind his spontaneous confession.

“You’ve stolen my heart,” he sighed before kissing her knuckles. “I don’t expect things to happen so quickly for you, but, please, tell me I haven’t ruined what we’ve started.”

Sadie had assured him that nothing was ruined. Though she knew she felt the same way, she didn’t let on to that fact — simply told Chris that rushing things would likely ruin the connection between them, and she didn’t want that.

“It’s more and more clear the longer I’m here, there’s a reason this job posting came to my attention. There’s a reason it all worked out so well, losing my job back home but finding an opportunity here with you and Layla. But, I don’t want to lose this, either.”

They had spent the rest of the evening talking on the couch, once they changed into dry clothes. Sadie avoided going to bed, knowing the storm would keep her awake; Chris wasn’t in any hurry to leave her while she was frightened. They fell asleep together on the couch, comfortable and warm.

The next couple of days after that, Chris gave her her space to process his confession. He was always open when she approached him, but wasn’t in her presence more often or for longer than need be. The night before he left for Minnesota, Chris took her out to dinner in town. Their interactions were easy and comfortable, despite the confusion and uncertainty Sadie was experiencing about their feelings for each other.

At the airport that morning, Chris had kissed her sweetly and promised to call when he could. It was a short flight to Minneapolis, but there would be a couple hours’ drive to the town where his parents lived. Sadie had a lot to think about, but so did Chris. After all, he hadn’t planned on saying what he said; he hadn’t planned on falling in love with the woman he hired to teach and care for his daughter over the summer – and certainly not so quickly.

No closer to reconciling her mixed-up feelings on the matter, Sadie wandered into the shed. She had been in this building only once before, and that was to retrieve Layla who had gone out under the pretense of asking her father a question, then stuck around to bug him.

She looked around at the tools in the shed, recognizing some and wondering about the purpose of others. Finally, she came to Chris’s workbench, smiling at the pictures of Layla from over the short years of her life. Finally, she found a copy of the picture of Sadie and Layla from Layla’s birthday party. Sadie remembered making an extra copy for Chris, but never thought he would put it up anywhere. She took the photo down from where it was taped to the inside of a tool box lid, studying the image for a few moments before flipping it over.

“My girls at Layla’s fifth birthday party,” Sadie read on the back of the photo. As a smile spread across her face, she repeated, “My girls.”

With those two words, every bit of confusion was erased from Sadie’s mind – and her heart.

When the day came for Sadie to pick up Chris and Layla from the Kansas City airport, she was so excited, she left the farm a full hour sooner than necessary. The house had been too quiet without Layla, and just plain lonely over the few days that Chris was gone.

While she waited for their flight to arrive, she sat and read a book, although she was so excited, she had to read several of the pages two or three times. Focusing on the content of the book was not her mind’s priority.

“Adie!”

Sadie dropped her book just in time for Layla to launch herself into Sadie’s arms. Sadie squeezed the little girl tight, feeling relieved at having her charge home once more.

“Did you have so much fun with Grandma and Grandpa?” Sadie asked.

Layla nodded earnestly. “I did! I have something for you, but you have to have it at home Daddy said because it’s in my suitcase.”

“Fair enough,” Sadie chuckled, tucking her book back into her bag and handing the keys over to Chris. “Glad you’re home.”

“Me too,” he smiled, as Layla ran ahead to the baggage claim. “I haven’t told her about us yet. I thought I’d let you decide when you’re ready for that.”

“Soon,” Sadie promised. “Layla, sweetie, stay where we can see you, please!”

Chris’s and Layla’s suitcases showed up about ten minutes later. Once the car was loaded up, they were headed back home. Another rainstorm had set in on the last twenty minutes of the drive, which meant Layla and Sadie made a mad rush for the house when they arrived, while Chris grabbed the luggage and ran in behind them.

“Daddy, now can I give Adie her present?” Layla pleaded.

“Take your bag to your room, let Sadie help you unpack. You can give her your present while you’re in there.”

The two girls made way for the bedroom. Sadie retrieved Layla’s dirty clothes for the laundry, while Layla dug for an envelope. Adiewas scrawled across the front of the photo envelope in Layla’s handwriting; Sadie smiled and took out the paper folded inside.

“Is this us?” Sadie asked, her heart swelling with love.

Layla nodded. “That’s me an’ you an’ Daddy! With the sunflowers. See?”

Sadie looked at the picture, unable to stop her smile. In the picture, the three of them were holding hands, and each one had a red heart on their shirt.

“It’s ‘cause we all love each other,” Layla said, pointing at the hearts.

Sadie held the picture to her chest. “I’ll treasure it always, Layla. Thank you, so much.”

Together they finished unpacking the suitcase, then Sadie tucked the picture safely away in the nightstand in the guest room, under Layla’s close supervision.

“I thought you two went to bed!” Chris teased. “Who wants to watch a movie?”

“Me!” Layla replied, jumping up and down. “Can we have popcorn? And get pizza?”

Chris exchanged a look with Sadie, who shrugged. “I suppose coming back from vacation is a good time for a movie night. You got it.”

“Yay!” Layla cheered, dancing around.

With a little more convincing by the five-year-old, every pillow and blanket in the house was constructed into a fort-type structure for them to watch movies. While Chris went into town to get the pizza, Sadie helped Layla with her bath, got her into pajamas, and braided her hair. Sadie braided her hair as well, got into a pair of sweats and a tank top, and kept Layla busy until Chris returned.

They only made it through a portion of the first movie before Layla was asleep between the two of them. Chris picked her up and tucked her into bed, returning a few minutes later. He put his arm around Sadie’s shoulders; she tucked her head against his chest.

“Missed you while you were gone,” she told him.

“Missed you, too,” Chris said, laying a soft kiss on her lips. “Up for another movie?”

In truth, Sadie was feeling tired, but to be there cuddled with Chris in a pillow and blanket fort – she would never be tired enough to turn that down.

Part Twelve

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noona-clock · 6 years ago

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Which One? Ji Soo - Part 4

Genre: Coffee Shop!AU

Pairing: Ji Soo x You

Warnings: None

Prologue, Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue | Words: 2,243

You knew Ji Soo would tease you for being right on time.

And yet.

You were still right on time. Two-thirty on the dot. With your camera equipment in tow.

But there was no shame in being prompt! Your time was no more valuable than anyone else’s so why should you be anything less than right on time?

When you opened the door to The Mug (after inhaling deeply to calm your nerves about seeing Ji Soo again), you saw there was a short line at the register. Both Ji Soo and Joo Hyuk were busy -- and looking extremely handsome while doing it.

You managed to catch Ji Soo’s eye and motioned wordlessly around the shop, letting him know you would just start taking pictures of the interior. He nodded and shot you a friendly grin.

With your camera ready, you headed back toward the chairs and tables, glad to see they had lit the rather large, brick fireplace today. It was an absolutely gorgeous mantel, and even though the weather didn’t quite call for the warmth of a fire, it added that extra bit of coziness to the shop.

And it would make for some great pictures.

Oh, boy, you just had a thought.

You could so clearly imagine the fireplace decorated for Christmas. Garland and twinkle lights and plaid stockings. You could take so many cute pictures!

The only problem was, Christmas was not exactly soon.

And who knows what could happen between now and then?

Shaking your head to rid yourself of your merry thoughts, you brought your camera up to your eye and began snapping pictures of empty chairs, including your newly deemed favorite chair, the one you’d sat in the past two days.

You shyly approached a group of girls, asking if you could take their picture for the shop’s Instagram. They agreed readily, and you told them to continue talking as they had been. You snapped some candids of their conversation, making sure to get their mugs in the frame. You then had them write their handles on a napkin and took a picture of that so you could have Ji Soo and Joo Hyuk tag them.

Your gaze wandered back to the front of the shop, and you saw there still a couple of people in line.

But you know what? Just because they were working, it didn’t mean you couldn’t take pictures of them.

So, you crept up to the counter, staying far enough away so the customers in the queue wouldn’t think you were cutting in line, and you began snapping Ji Soo ringing up orders at the register.

A quick glance through the photo previews almost made you groan in frustration.

In candid pictures, you looked like an absolute troll. To be honest, most people did.

Most normal people.

But Ji Soo?

He looked like a model. Without even trying.

So, obviously, he was not normal.

He was some sort of supernatural being.

“Hey, what’ve you got so far?”

You jumped a little at the sudden voice next to you, and the next thing you heard was Ji Soo’s soft laugh.

Well, he wasn’t teasing you about your punctuality... just your skittishness.

“Hey,” you replied with a breathless chuckle. “Sorry. I got some shots of the furniture, the fireplace, some customers -- with their permission, of course -- and I got some of you at the register just now.”

“Ah, so that’s why you were so engrossed looking at the pictures just now,” he noted. “Because you took some of me.”

“So, when you said you weren’t going to tease me anymore yesterday, you really meant just yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied easily and confidently. “Just yesterday.”

“Wonderful,” you murmured, trying to keep a half-smirk/half-smile from your lips.

But, if you were being honest, that is why you’d been so engrossed looking at the pictures just now.

Because you’d taken some of him. And he looked absolutely stunning in them.

Did he need to know that, though?

“So, what next, photographer extraordinaire?” Ji Soo asked, reaching up a hand to comb some stray hairs off his forehead.

Even the way he did that was like a model. Good lord!

“You don’t have anyone waiting to order?” you questioned.

Ji Soo glanced over his shoulder at the register, just to be sure. “Not at the moment.”

“Okay, let’s go get some shots of the two of you,” you suggested, actively avoiding his gaze so you wouldn’t blush furiously.

“You don’t want to save the best for last?”

You simply rolled your eyes and reached out to push him toward the front, Ji Soo chuckling as he headed over.

You directed the pair in a very amateur, mini-photoshoot, having them pose both candidly and naturally as well as requesting they look into the lens and smile. You had them make drinks, talk to each other, laugh, sit on the counter, and you ended up having an idea to take close-ups of them holding out mugs, focusing on the drink and letting their ridiculously beautiful faces blur in the background.

After they’d actually made the drinks, you had them set the mugs on the counter and took pictures at different angles. You copped a few fake flowers from one of the tables and scattered them artfully around the drinks.

“What about you, then?” Ji Soo asked as you scrolled through the last batch of photos you’d taken.

“What do you mean?” you muttered.

“You don’t want to be in any of the pictures?”

You froze immediately, quirking a brow and shooting him an extremely confused look. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not? You’re a customer here, too!”

“I’m a photographer. My job is to be behind the camera, not in front of it.”

“Well, yeah, but -- I’ve seen the selfies on your Instagram,” Ji Soo pointed out, reaching out to poke your ribs gently. “They’re amazing.”

“Anyone can make a selfie look good with the right lighting, angles, and filters,” you countered. Already, you could feel your cheeks blazing. He had looked through your Instagram some more?

Suddenly, Ji Soo reached out and snatched your camera from your hands. You let out both a startled and a dismayed cry before moving to try and get it back from him.

“I’m taking your picture,” he explained with a smirk.

“Ji Soo, no,” you whined, moving your hands to try and cover up the lens so he couldn’t even see you through the viewfinder.

“Yes,” he countered. He held the camera up, high above your head so you no longer had any hope of reaching it. “Go lean against the counter like you were doing yesterday. You looked really pretty doing that.”

“I did not!” you lamented.

“Yes, you did, now get over there,” he demanded. It was a very soft, gentle demand... but a demand nonetheless. One which made it clear he wasn’t going to give up until you let him take your picture.

With a very childish groan, you trudged over to the counter and leaned against it. You buried your face in your hands and then told him, “Okay, go ahead and take the picture.”

“I’m sorry, what?” he chuckled.

You felt his fingers lightly grasp your wrist, obviously trying to move your hands away.

Okay, fine then! It was very apparent that you were going to lose this battle, so you moved your hands away. You laid one arm down on the counter, moving the other to hold your head up, resting your chin in your palm.

“Okay, take the picture,” you murmured quickly.

As Ji Soo pressed the camera up to his eye, you lifted the corners of your mouth into a tiny, close-lipped smile and tilted your head into your good angle.

“Nice,” Ji Soo whispered as the shutter clicked a few times. “Very nice.”

You expected him to pull the camera away and look through the photos he’d just taken, but to your distress, he reached out and carefully pushed a drink toward you.

“Drink that and look pensive,” he told you. “Like you’re thinking about how delicious it is and how hot the guy who made it for you is.”

“Ji Soo!” you cried, unable to stop yourself from chuckling.

“Come on!” he pleaded, already holding the camera up and pointed toward you.

You shot him a look which very clearly said you did not like this, but... you picked up the mug anyway. You brought it to your lips anyway. And you looked as pensive as you could anyway.

“Oh yeah,” you heard Ji Soo murmur after a few shutter clicks. “Beautiful.”

You set the mug down as your cheeks blazed, turning your head and raising your eyebrows at him. “Can I have my camera back now?”

Ji Soo smiled angelically and carefully handed it to you.

“I’m going to take some outside shots, and then I have to get going,” you told him. “I’ll come back tomorrow with all the pictures on a flash drive and show you how to edit them.”

Ji Soo followed you as you headed back to the chair where you’d deposited your camera bag earlier; he followed pretty closely, actually. You could smell his cologne.

“You’ll put the pictures I just took on there, right?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” you chuckled. “Those are not going on Instagram.”

After slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turned toward the door so you could leave. But Ji Soo stepped in front of you, his brow furrowed earnestly. “But I want them.”

It took you a few moments to respond to him since his words kind of made your heart race. “...Why do you want pictures of me?”

“I mean -- I took them, so they’re bound to be good,” he explained with a shrug. “And... I don’t know, I just want them.”

You avoided eye contact, fiddling with your camera and putting it back into your bag as slowly as you could. “I’ll... I’ll text them to you later, how’s that?”

As weird as it sounds, you actually felt Ji Soo smile. You weren’t currently looking at him because he was far too handsome, and you were far too shy at the moment, but you could still tell that he was smiling.

“That’s perfect,” he replied before moving out of your way and lifting up an arm to usher you to the door. “What time are you thinking tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s Saturday,” you said, taking a step toward the exit. “So, I can really come over at any time. Whenever you think would be good. It could take a while to go over everything...”

You managed to force yourself to glance up at him, but when you did, you saw he was smirking ever so slightly.

“Are you going to be able to handle it?” he asked in sotto voce.

“...Handle what?” Although you had a good idea of what he meant.

“Spending all that time with me,” he replied, his smirk growing more evident.

You simply let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head in amused disbelief.

But then Ji Soo surprised you by adding, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.”

The two of you had reached the door by then, but you paused, your head jerking back slightly in surprise. “What do you --”

Ji Soo cut you off by opening the door, putting a hand on your back, and gently pushing you outside. “Just let me know when you’re coming over,” he said in the friendliest, most casual voice. As if he hadn’t just said he didn’t know if he could handle spending all that time with you.

As if he hadn’t just made your heart jump into your throat and your palms sweat and your stomach fill with huge butterflies.

You stood there, outside in front of the door, for... you weren’t even sure how long. You only moved when another customer came in, smiling awkwardly at you since you were in her way.

When you finally managed to shake yourself out of it, you headed to your car and drove yourself home.

Honestly, you didn’t like that he had this effect on you. You had just met him two days ago, and you hadn’t spent that much time with him yet... so why could one little sentence from him render you speechless and immobile?

As you uploaded all of the pictures to your laptop later that evening, you found yourself staring at the pictures of Ji Soo. Not only because he was incredibly attractive (and maybe even moreso in pictures?), but also because... you were trying to figure him out.

Every other guy you’d met, it had taken you much, much longer to feel the anxiety and the butterflies. Even with the guys you’d immediately found attractive!

So, what was so different about Ji Soo?

A loud, somewhat frustrated, very confused sigh escaped your lips, but then the pictures he’d taken of you appeared on your screen.

...Okay, you had to admit. They were pretty good. You didn’t look terrible.

And because he’d requested it -- and because you knew he would tease you endlessly if you didn’t -- you transferred those pictures to your phone and sent them to him in a text message.

A few minutes later, you got a notification from him. Your heart pounded and you slid the alert over and opened your conversation with him.

His response?

“😍”

Part 5

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brookylnboy · 6 years ago

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Happiest Place Part 2

A/N: Again, sorry for the inaccuracies, typos, or weird sentences. Hope you enjoy!

You followed behind Chris as you walked into the open theatre and texted in your group message.

You: Going to watch Beauty and The Beast since you saw it without me.

Chris walked ahead of you and sat down on one of the empty bleachers to the right. You were slightly behind him as you slowed down to text your friends and not trip like you were prone to do. Once you sat down you saw a text.

Mara: Is it okay if we head back to the hotel or do you want us to wait for you?

“Sorry,” you told Chris as you texted back that they could go without you and you’ll see them once they get back to the park.

Kate: Way to ditch us!

“Texting your friends?”

“Yeah they are heading back to the room for a little while and wanted to make sure I was okay to stay by myself.”

“That was sweet of them.” He offered you a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. A part of you wondered why he was spending time with you, but you tried to ignore it and just enjoy.

“It was.” You paused a moment before deciding to continue. “So, what is Captain America doing at Hollywood Studios?” You offered him a smile and you asked quiet enough that no one could overhear.

He laughed throwing his head back and you smiled wider as you got to witness IN PERSON a little bit of his famous laugh. Not full laugh but enough. “Well right now he is spending time with this cute girl that he met in line.” He winked at you making your cheeks heat up. “I wasn’t sure if you knew me. Not saying that you have to know me or anything but you know I always have to-” You were surprised that he was rambling on nervously.

“I understand what you mean. Well not personally cause I’m not famous but I understand. Plus, it took me a while to realize where I knew you from. Even though your disguise isn’t the best.”

“Well anything more would be too obvious.”

“You just look like yourself at a baseball game.”

“Alright Paul Rudd,” he said laughing and you joined him. Smiling you asked him about his trip and was hopeful to hear that he still had a week left of his trip, although you didn’t get your hopes up that you could get to spend more than just a few hours with him.

He talked about his family happily and even talked about the mischief him and his brother Scott got up to the other night when they visited Mickey’s Dark Side.

“How is Mickey’s Darkside?”

“You haven’t been.” He placed a hand on his chest dramatizing his shock.

You shook your head. “No one ever wanted to go with me or they weren’t old enough to go.”

“I might just have to take you myself.”

After the show ended, you and Chris were two of the last people to leave the theatre and you sang Be Our Guest, while you skipped up the stairs. Once at the top, you turned around to see Chris shaking his head but smiling at you causing you to spin around on one foot with arms out wide and your backpack swinging around with you as you continued to sing.

You paused for a moment as the song switched to Lumiere’s dramatic solo hoping that Chris would join you. He did sing just a few lines before stopping. You clapped for him cheering bravo. “How about we go get some ice cream?”

“I’ll never say no to ice cream,” you told him as you slightly followed behind him towards the ice cream stand not sure where he wanted to go exactly since you remember there being a few ice cream spots in Hollywood Studios.

You ordered the Mickey Ice Cream Sandwich, while Chris got a Mickey Ice Cream Bar, treating you to the dessert even though you tried to pay.

The two of you sat and talked at an empty table near sunset boulevard.

“You ordered the wrong one,” Chris said gesturing with his mickey to your own.

“The ice cream sandwich is better.”

“It is not!”

“Ice cream sandwiches are always the best!” He shook his head. “I grew up eating these with my family every time that we came to Disney World. That’s five people to one.”

He laughed. “I’ll give you that. You’ve been to Disney a lot?”

You nodded and started telling him a little bit about your family vacations to Disney World, although you’ve been to Disneyland once before. You told him about your family themselves. Chris then talked about his own family trips to Disney World growing up.

“Once we got off the ride he ran with our mom to the bathroom needing to change his clothes. I kind of felt back but at the time it was hilarious.”

“Poor Scott.”

“Don’t worry he got revenge on me since. Where to next?”

You looked around even though you knew all the rides that were around you and what rides were farther away. “There’s Toy Story Mania, Tower of Terror, and Muppets.” You turned your attention back to him.

“I’ll let you pick.”

“I narrowed down your options,” you told him really not wanting to pick. You hate having to pick things, especially when you had no idea what the other person likes to go on.

He leaned forward just inches away from your face and you could feel your heart rate pick up. “If you give me a kiss, I’ll pick.”

Thinking quickly, you offered him a peak on the cheek and threw your hands up, “you never specified where.” A proud smile appeared on your face as you felt your heart rate slow down. You were not nearly brave enough to kiss him on the lips.

He pouted before answering. “How about Toy Story Mania?”

“Be prepared to lose,” you told him.

“Oh, I’m very much prepared to win.”

He picked up the two wrappers from the table and started to get up to throw them away, when you said, “Race you.”

You took off running and turned around once you got to the end of the street to see him just turning around to chase after you. Sprinting past the restaurant at the corner, you hurried around the bend of Animation Courtyard and to the back of the Chinese Theatre. You looked for the sign only to see it gone.

“Shoot,” you whispered before hurrying off to the new part of Toy Story Land hoping that it would be there. It didn’t take you too long to find it just behind where the line used to be. Catching your breath, you stood outside waiting for Chris.

“I didn’t realize that they moved it,” he said as he approached you just a few minutes later. “I kept thinking that I missed it.”

You headed into the queue with Chris following close behind you. The wait wasn’t as long as it normally was and you were surprised that you were close to the front and loved looking at all the new decorations in the queue like the Mister Potato Head that actually talked.

“How about we make this interesting,” Chris said. You turned towards him and raised your eyebrow at him curiously. “If you win, you can ask for anything.”

“Anything,” you asked with a light chuckle.

“Anything.”

“And if you win?”

“I’m not sure yet.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake not thinking about it too much.

“Deal,” you asked and he took your hand.

“Deal.”

“Well, what would you like,” you asked Chris as you spotted him exiting the ride. You waited nearby sitting on the railing as you waited. The two of you got split up by a large family exiting at once.

“I’ll let you know, when I decide.” He stopped next to you and you pouted slightly causing Chris to laugh.

“You’re adorable when you pout.” You pouted even more and Chris hesitated a moment before leaning in and kissing you. Before you had time to react, he pulled away and you smiled, heat raising to your face. “No more pouting.”

“No more pouting? Well if that’s the response for pouting,” you said slowly thinking about it teasingly. You couldn’t believe you were managing to tease. And Chris Evans at that! He was just about how you imagined him being in real life and probably was even better.

“Where to next,” he asked you chuckling. Your phone started ringing and you pulled it out to see Kate calling. You answered giving Chris an apologetic look.

“Y/N! You didn’t answer our texts and we got worried.”

“I was on a ride sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Kate said. “We’re heading back to the park now and will be there in like 10 minutes?”

“Where do you want to meet?”

“We were thinking of going on Toy Story Mania since we haven’t been on it yet.”

“Sounds good! I can wait for you guys there if that’s alright.”

“Perfect! See you!”

“Your friends returning,” Chris asked. You nodded.

“If you aren’t meeting up with your family yet, my friends wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t have plans till after 6,” Chris told you smiling.

“I have to warn you that my one friend is going to freak out when she sees you. So, I’m going to apologize now. Maybe both of them actually.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled setting you at ease. You knew that it couldn’t have been easy for him to be famous. You couldn’t imagine what it’s like.

“Do you care if we walk around a little? I haven’t seen Toy Story Land yet.”

“I haven’t either,” he said as he gave you a hand to grab onto as you jumped down even though you didn’t need it. He kept a strong grasp on it as you walked further in weaving through the crowd as best as you could almost getting lost a few times.

The two of you were walking around as aimlessly as you could pointing to all the different details you could find from the movies until you phone buzzed. You pulled it out and looked to see a picture from your friend with a lot of question marks. Chuckling, Chris turned towards you, “what?”

“My friends are here and snapped a photo of us.” You showed him the photo. It was taken from behind with you guys hand in hand without many people around you. Chris was looking towards you in the photo a smile on his face. “I have some explaining to do.” The next one was a photo of Chris making a weird face.

“I need that photo.” You turned around heading towards your friends and handed your phone over to him to send the photos to himself and type in his number.

“Y/N, what are you doing-,” Kate started to ask once they got passed a family blocking them from you and Chris. She stopped in her tracks as did Mara.

“No,” Mara whispered.

“Yes,” you said.

“No,” her hand shoot up to her mouth. You nodded and she shook her head.

Kate walked closer to you. “Is that really-”

“Yes,” you interrupted her.

“How did this? When did this? WHAT!”

You only laughed linking you arm through hers and through Mara’s and pulled them towards the entrance of the ride. “All because you didn’t ride Tower of Terror.” You turned to see Chris right behind you. The four of you entered and quickly caught up to the line, which was slightly longer than it was about forty minutes ago. Mara and Kate stood in front of you and Chris as the line settled.

“So Chris,” Mara started. “What is your intentions with our friend?”

“Mara,” you slightly yelled.

“What? It’s a valid question.”

“It’s not the 1800s,” Kate said.

“Chris this is my bestie Kate and my bestie Mara. I’ve known them since Kindergarten.”

“Hi,” Kate said with a slight wave.

“Are you not going to introduce him,” Mara asked.

“Nope,” you told her with a smirk. Chris only laughed.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Chris told them.

Kate leaned against Mara. “So, Chris, do you like our girl here,” Kate asked and you felt heat rise to your face.

“You guys suck.”

“No, we are being good wing women.”

“Are you going to tell him how I can make bread,” you asked referencing the time that she tried talking up a guy for you and that was what she came up with.

“You can make bread,” Chris asked.

“See,” Kate yelled back. “How long do you think this line is going to be?”

“I would say about forty five minutes,” you told her.

“Plenty of time to play heads up,” she hinted.

“Y/N and Chris against me and you,” Mara asked Kate.

“Hell yeah!”

“We should do the Marvel pack,” Mara added.

Kate grabbed your phone from your backpack, unlocking it and pulling up the game. She found the right pack and handed the phone over to Chris as it started to play. He did and Kate moved you so that you were facing him.

You gave her a look before reading the first clue. “Oh um... Sebastian Stan.”

“Winter Soldier,” Chris asked and you nodded. He pulled down the phone and up swiftly.

“Robert Downey Jr!”

“Iron Man!” He didn’t even wait for you to respond before clearing it.

“Oh!! Um, he has cards.” Chris gave you a look. “I think he’s a part of the X-Men. Long trench coat?”

“Gambit?”

“Yes!” You said pointing. “He’s super fast.”

“Quicksilver.” You nodded.

“God of Thunder!”

Chris couldn’t help laughing at your deep voice trying to mimic Chris Hemsworth. It took him a few moments to calm down enough to answer, “Thor.”

“Controls the weather. Um.. Another x-men!”

“Storm?”

You nodded before laughing at the next one. “You.”

“Captain America.” You shook your head.

“No, the other one.”

“The Human Torched,” he asked laughing and you nodded your head. “Wow, that seems like forever ago.”

“Little baby Christopher.”

“I was 24!”

“Times up,” you told him and he moved it down watching each one get counted as you squished against him to watch.

“Not terrible,” he said as he handed the phone over to Mara.

“Not at all.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans #chris evans x reader

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shookethbrooketh · 6 years ago

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seven days

day two: part one

summary: dan is stuck in the wrong timeline. one day, he kisses phil goodnight. the next morning, he’s completely alone. he doesn’t even recognize where he wakes up, and little details in the world around him have changed. he has no clue what’s happening or where to go next in an effort to fix it; all he knows is that he has to find phil.

genre: sci-fi, a lil bit of angst, happy ending

warnings: none (for now)

fic word count: 4.3k chapter word count: 2.3k

written for the @phandomreversebang ! inspired by the awesome moodboard/edits by @maybeformepersonally ! beta’d (beginning to end) by @i-might-just-leave-soon !

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Sadly, however, there were a few things Dan didn’t know as he dozed off that evening. He didn’t know about the reminder on the phone he’d neglected all day making sure he, or the him that used to live in this timeline, didn’t forget about his first day on the production of Queer Eye. And he surely didn’t know that while he slept, as the clock struck midnight, the world began to change around him. It was like he slept in a protective bubble, holding him in place as the timeline disassembled and reassembled around his body. At 12:01, his entire universe had changed once again. Dan slept through that night in bliss ignorance until he was woken up and his world turned upside down once again.

“Daniel!”

“Hmm?” Dan blinked his eyes open, and before he had time to rub the sleep out of them, he spasmed into an upright position, hitting his head on the back of the bed frame.

He found himself in a hotel room with a man in overly done makeup standing over him. Everything from the day before rushed back to him, and it took all he had not to shout out, “Who the hell are you?”

“You need to start getting ready for VidCon! Your meetup is today!” the man shouted at him. His voice was loud and shrill, and Dan would have given money to not have to hear it.

“Okay, okay, give me some space!” he moaned, pushing the man back a little bit.

“Alright, just be ready in an hour,” the man said, leaving through a door into a conjoined room.

“An hour? Who needs an hour to get ready?” he asked himself, wandering into the bathroom. “Oh, FUCK!” Dan shouted, taking one good look at his face in the mirror. It was caked in makeup, but it had clearly been a bit smudged by sleep. “Oh, no,” he breathed, fear entering his confused mind. He rushed to find a phone back by the bed and ended up seeing an iPhone XR. “Shit, that’s gotta be expensive,” he said, opening it immediately with facial recognition. Immediately he found and opened YouTube and went to his own channel, something he was more than used to doing in his normal life. What he found was exactly what he feared: he was this timeline’s James Charles.

Dan groaned, rearing his head back to the ceiling. “I don’t know how to do makeup!” he muttered, dragging himself back into the bathroom. On the sink was a collection of at least 15 different types of makeup. “That explains the one-hour wakeup call.”

His eyes darted back and forth from blush to mascara to eyeliner to foundation as if looking at them each enough would show him what to do with them. Finally, an idea struck him. Unless YouTube was a completely different beast in this timeline, “Daniel Howell makeup tutorial” would be a fruitful search. It only took him a few seconds to find someone to teach him how to do his own makeup routine, and he was on his way.

It took Dan about half an hour to do the makeup, and he was quite thankful that the Dan whose body he’d woken up in was wearing makeup already because if he hadn’t it would have taken him twice as long or more. He threw on some actually mildly tasteful clothes and grabbed his VidCon badge; at least he knew how to live this person’s life.

Ready to go with twenty minutes left, Dan sank back into “his” bed and put his head in his hands. “Why the hell am I in another timeline?” he said, stressing a word every now and then just to exasperate his anger. “I’m never gonna find Phil at this rate.”

He closed his eyes, attempting to hold back tears. He was sure a rich makeup YouTuber would have waterproof makeup, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Thousands of separate thoughts were running through his head, each of them desperate, but one stood out over them all: Dan did not want to go to VidCon.

VidCon was one of his favorite places; it legitimized all his life choices and made him feel as if he was truly valued by the world. However, he’d never been to a VidCon without Phil in his life, and he didn’t particularly want to. He had fantasies about this VidCon--doing a meetup with Phil with both of them out and proud, hugging their fans tight and supporting them the way they supported the two of them--but now that was all gone, and he was left with a pound of makeup on his face and a bunch of people who didn’t even know him for who he truly was.

His “friend” and apparently manager, whose name he eventually learned was, ironically, James, retrieved him and led him to the venue. He was lucky for that; he obviously hadn’t been told ahead of time where the meet and greet was, and between his height, his makeup, and his assumed fame, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to mingle with the fans to find directions.

“Aight, you’ve got a few minutes until the meetup; you can hang out here,” said James, leaving him in a sort of a green room. There was a wall in between them, and he could still hear the screaming fans. He’d never met fans alone before, and he was honestly a bit scared, especially without knowing what sort of fanbase the him of this timeline appealed to. He spent an immeasurable amount of time in his own head, searching aimlessly for something to calm his nerves. If only Phil were there with him…

Suddenly, a thought hit Dan. Maybe Phil was there with him. He’d yet to research the Phil of this timeline, so there was nothing telling him that he wasn’t still a YouTuber or that he wasn’t just halfway across the convention center. Dan whipped out the phone in his pocket and searched “Phil Lester” on Twitter for a second tie, and deja vu struck as he once again came up empty handed.

“Damnit!” he cried out, but he had no time to mourn, for James had just thrown open the door and informed him that it was time for the meetup. Dan, taken by surprise, threw his phone down and jumped up. “Cool, let’s go!” he responded awkwardly. James furrowed his brow for a moment before eventually deciding to ignore Dan’s odd behavior and simply turning on his heel and leaving. Dan took a deep breath and followed, leaving in the opposite direction in which he came in, and he found himself behind a classic meetup photo background. This, at least, was something he was comfortable with. He put on his performer’s smile and stepped out from behind the curtain.

Dan had certainly endured screaming teenage girls before; after all, he’d done two tours full of them. But this was a completely different animal entirely. It took all of his strength to smile and wave rather than double over with his hands over his ears. At this point, Dan was losing hope that his otherworldly counterpart wasn’t involved in some ridiculous controversy.

At that moment, it dawned on the theatre kid still dwelling inside him that he probably should have researched his role before stepping out onstage. He was meant to put on a face and pretend to be someone else, and he hadn’t even a clue who he was to be.

Before he even had enough time to think, the first fans were stepping up to meet him. Now, Dan had done over a hundred meetups, and even on his worst days, he’d always been attentive to each fan and been careful to make each one’s time the best thirty seconds to a minute they’d ever had. This time, however, was a bit different.

Sure, he tried his best to act normal, but he quite simply wasn’t. He felt as if he was a fraud, given that technically he sort of was. No matter how much effort he put forth, these people were getting cheated out of meeting their idol. Well, hopefully they’d never know the difference.

As a general rule of thumb, Dan had decided to go through the meetup emotionless. This was a bit difficult, as he and Phil had planned to, in their VidCon meetup, connect more emotionally to their fans, especially their LGBT+ fans, than ever before. But these people weren’t really his fans, and it was difficult for him to emotionally invest himself in speaking to people who didn’t really love HIS videos. Besides, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize: get through this meetup, then go back to looking for Phil.

As the queue moved closer, he noticed one black-haired head sticking out above the others. His eyes widened, and his eyes focused on the back of a head facing someone else in the line. “Hi!” someone shouted, and his attention was forced back to the fans meeting him at that particular moment. Suddenly it became even more difficult for him to focus on the fans; he had to see the tall, Phil-like man’s face, but every time he looked up the man was facing the other direction. He felt as if the world refused to let them near each other, even though the chances that it was actually Phil were little to none.

Finally, he reached the front of the line, and the girl he’d been engrossed with conversation in poked him. “It’s your turn!” she whisper-screamed, and he jumped.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, absentmindedly turning forward, and Dan’s heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the face looking back at him was the face he’d fallen asleep beside every night for nearly nine years. The only difference: the man on the other side was none the wiser.

“Oh my goodness, hi!” he squealed through a broad smile. Dan was almost taken aback by it; the Phil he knew wasn’t exactly a squealer, and he definitely didn’t have an American accent. He was quite the different Phil, but he certainly was Phil; there was no doubting it. Phil started speaking again, his words slurring together with nerves. “Iknow it’s sorta odd for youta meet afan who’sactually older thanyou but I hope you don’t find me tooweird…” he trailed off, clearly absolutely terrified to be speaking to Dan.

At this point, time seemed to completely stop. Dan had seen Phil like this, sure, but never for something as simple as a meetup. It completely blew his mind to watch Phil absolutely lose it over the chance to meet him. Phil, the man who he’d known for ten years. Phil, the man who he’d kissed countless times. Phil, who was supposed to be standing beside him on the other side of the meetup, was instead sweating through his clothes because he loved Dan so much. Inside his head, Dan chuckled. He had no idea.

And Dan had no idea how to respond. There was no response to the person you love more than anyone or anything else in the world completely forgetting you. He wasn’t really sure what to do except for what he always did.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around Phil. This wasn’t abnormal, as he’d done it for every fan thus far, but this time, it lingered a little longer, and it started much sooner than it should have. Still, he kept Phil close for more reasons than he could even begin to identify. Just having Phil there comforted his woes from the last day and a half, filled him with the love he’d always felt from Phil, and encited pure fear in him that he’d never see Phil again, all at one time. Finally, after what felt like only a millisecond but was clearly too long to be appropriate for a creator meeting a fan, Dan released Phil, and he was relieved to find that he was smiling.

“Thanks,” Phil said, taking a deep breath. “I’m Phil, by the way.” It wasn’t until then that Dan really took Phil in; he was wearing his glasses, which brought a grin to Dan’s face; every universe’s Phil should wear his glasses constantly. It’s what everyone who encounters him deserves. He wore an outfit that reminded Dan of something he’d wear to their own meetup. It was interesting, Dan thought, how some fundamental things about Phil refused to change, even in an alternate universe.

“Do you have something you’d like me to sign?” he asked. Phil nodded and handed over a pride flag. A burst of relief shot through Dan; Phil was still the same Phil. “I-I’d like to give you this, too,” he said, shakily handing over what appeared to be a drawing. As soon as Dan finished signing the flag, he snatched the drawing as if it were the Holy Grail and examined it; it was a picture of Dan, with every intricate detail drawn out. His dimples were deep, and every curl on his head was intentionally placed. He wore science-themed makeup, and Dan wasn’t even exaggerating when he said it was the best fanart he’d ever seen. “I’m a scientist, so…”

It was like he was falling in love all over again. “Wow, Phil...This is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I had no idea you could draw like this!”

“Well…” he stammered, “I don’t think you really know me at all.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dan let out, disappointment evident in his voice. At this point, even Phil’s radiating awkwardness had dissipated into pure confusion. Dan had to think fast, and, through some miracle, he did. “Did you post this online? I’d love to show it some love.”

“Oh, yeah!” Phil said, confusion immediately being replaced by excitement. He was clearly still a bit nervous, but he seemed much more comfortable around Dan. That was a start. “I’m on Twitter @AmazingPhil.” Dan almost winced. How dumb could he be? He made a mental note: next time, search the name AND the handle.

“I’ll definitely check that out,” Dan said, beaming. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome,” Phil said, and the VidCon employees were ushering him on. Dan wanted to yell at them, to keep him there forever, but there was only so much he could do.

“Have a great day!” Dan shouted as he watched the love of his life walk out of it clueless. He sighed, and muttered under his breath, “I love you.”

#phanfic #phanfiction #dong and ping #phic stuff #seven days

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btsanonwriting · 6 years ago

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BTS Scenario 3 - Requested. S/O being short.

Jin

You and Jin had been dating for a while and you really wanted to treat him. You decided that you would cook for him as a surprise. You had hidden yourself away in the kitchen telling him he wasn’t allowed to enter without your permission not wanting to ruin his surprise. You were stood over the cooker stirring the contents of a pot frequenlty to make sure it wouldn’t burn. You brung the spoon to your lips blowing slighlty so you wouldn’t burn your tongue and giving the food a quick taste. You didn’t want to serve him something that wasn’t your absolute best, you knew even if it tasted horrible that he would pretend to enjoy it just to save your feelings. You decided it was a bit bland and needed a little more salt. You searched all the cabinets and before noticing the salt on the top shelf. You sighed as you reached up already knowing you had no chance of reaching but trying anyway. You jumped in the air hoping you could grab it as you were in the air but you were still nowhere near reaching. You heard a loud laugh from behind you causing you to turn around instantly. You crossed your arms together giving him a stern look. “I told you not to come in here until it was ready!” You groaned at him knowing the surprise was ruined but seeing the big grin on his face made you melt. “I know. I know. You sounded like you were struggling. I always forget how small you are.” He laughs at you as he strides over helping you reach the salt at last.

Yoongi

Yoongi had been your best friend for years now so it wasn’t a shock to everyone when you both eventually started dating. It seemed that everyone around you both knew you were meant to be together it just took you both a little longer to figure things out, afraid to ruin the friendship you both already had but all it did was make it stronger. You had spent many nights sat in his studio together. Sometimes he would ask for your opinion and other times you’d just settle yourself down on a chair with a book or your phone and just enjoy being in his company. You’d occasionally just sit and watch him. No matter how many times you’d watch him work you would always be fascinated by everything, “Are you just going to sit there and stare at me or you going to come over here and have a listen to this?” He calls over to you as you were sat in the far corner watching on in your own little world. You nodded as you made your way over pulling out the chair next to him. He placed the headphones onto your head as you took a seat. Your legs didn’t even come close to touching the ground. You swung your legs back and forth to the beat of the song that was currently playing. “Have you put this seat up on purpose?” You quiz him raising your eyebrow as you tried your best to get your feet to touch the floor. He chuckles at you shaking his head taking the headphones from you again. “No, you’re just a short ass.” He laughs at you while touching your cheek lovingly. “What did you think of the song though?”

Namjoon

You could spend your days doing nothing and as long as you had Namjoon by your side you’d never be bored or unhappy. Just being in his presence made you happy. You were always looking for things to do and exploring no matter where you were. You were very lucky to be able to see so many different countries thanks to Namjoon who always loved having you along when touring. You both decided you would go for a walk and find a park when he had a night off. Touring was tiring so sometimes a nice relaxing walk was just what you both needed. “Wait up!” You call as Namjoon walked way ahead of you not even realizing you had fallen behind. He had seen a water fountain not far away and got a little too excited forgetting that just for his one stride you had to take an extra 2 steps. “Sorry baby I always forget about your little legs.” He laughs giving you a kiss on the head as you finally catch up with him. He intertwined your fingers together taking your hand making sure he won’t leave you behind again continuing your walk together.

Hoseok

You yawned cuddling yourself into your boyfriends Hoseok’s chest more. You wrapped your arms round him your head resting on his shoulders as you both lay on the couch while watching a movie. You were doing your best to stay awake but you were just so comfortable cuddled into him feeling his warmth. “I think someone needs her bed.” He chuckles at you while running his hand over your hair like he had been doing for nearly 10 minutes now. He knew you always relaxed in his touch and he felt like you had been over working yourself the last few weeks. “What time is it?” You questioned having lost track of time hours ago but never bothering to check as you treasured every moment you and Hoseok had together. “2am” He replies yawning himself. “You can just stay here tonight.” He adds moving you off him and sitting up. “I haven’t got anything to change into.” you sigh as you rub your eyes doing your best to try wake yourself up slightly not that it helped. “Come on we will find something for you to wear.”

Hobi starts rumaging around in his wardrobe searching for something that might fit you. He decides the best option would be a pair of his black joggers and a T-shirt you had worn many times when you stayed over. You ofteon chose to wear his shirts over your own finding them far more comfortable, especially for sleeping in. You take them from him and begin to get dressed. “Am I really that small?” You laugh as you ask your boyfriend as you wave one leg in the air showing him the fact his bottoms drowned you. They covered your feet completely. “You are my little nugget.” He laughs pulling you down onto the bed and giving you a kiss. “Goodnight my nugget. I love you.” Words you would never ever get tired of hearing.

Jimin

You really would never get tired of seeing your man perform. He really was born to be on stage and no one could say any different. His confidence once he was on stage performing was one of your all time favourite things about him. You were always filled with so much pride knowing that he was yours. You made your way back stage to see him. You couldn’t wait to tell him how amazing he was tonight knowing he always looked to you for feedback not that you were ever much help as to you he always sounded outstanding and his dancing always blew you away. No matter how many times you’ve seen him dance you still couldn’t quite get over the way he moves his body. You ran to him when you saw him, he wrapped his arms around you lifting you in the air slightly. “You were so good tonight I swear!” You smile up at him kissing him on the nose as he placed you back onto the ground. “You know what I love most about you?” He smiles down at you spinning you around so your back was to him. “What?” You question him thinking he’d say something cute but instead he crossed his arms and leans them on your head. “You’re the perfect height to do this.” He laughs as you turn and swat his arms away. “I hate you.” You pout at him only causing him to laugh more.

Taehyung

Today had been one of they days. One of those days where you just didn’t want to do anything. You were far too happy just wrapping yourself in blankets and staying in bed. It was cold outside and you were far too cosy to move. All you had done all day was scroll through social media not even taking much in and listening to a few new songs the guys had been working on. Tae always loved hearing your opinion on their music and would always ask you to listen to tracks they were working on.You had let to listen to a song that you didn’t like. “I’m going to force you out of there.” Taehyung declares as he enters the bedroom grinning at you. He had been out most the of the day at a photoshoot you hadn’t expected him back for another few hours yet. “You wouldn’t!” You pout at him hoping that he would let you get your way. He grins at you before lunging forward taking hold of your phone. “You’re just being nasty.” You can’t help but smiling at him even when you were trying to make him feel guilty for disturbing your peace. He looks at you as he raises his eyebrow as a sign that he wants a challenge. You quickly make your way over to him reaching for your phone only for him to raise his hands well above your head. “This isn’t fair you know I can’t reach!” You stomp your feet at him like a small child hoping he would feel sorry for you and just give in. “You know you’re so cute when you do that. My little shorty” He lowers his arm handing you back your phone but wrapping his arms around your waist stopping you from running right back into bed.

Jungkook

You and Jungkook had been dating for what felt like forever when in realty it hadn’t been that long. You were constantly looking for new date ideas to keep things fresh. Looking to do something you both enjoyed. You both decided that your next date would be at an amusement park, both of you loving the adrenaline feeling you got from the rides. You had been walking around the park hand in hand pointing out the rides you wanted to do next while still in the queue for one you hadn’t even been on yet. You were like two kids let loose in a candy shop. Jungkook had been teasing you all day doing his best to make you smile. “Try your best not to scream to loud this time babe. I swear I’m still struggling to hear.” He teases you while holding his left ear. “What are you on about? It was you that was doing all the screaming on the last ride.” You teased right back while pulling out the photo you purchased from the ride laughing at both your faces. Neither of you had realised your photo would be taken on the ride and hadn’t planned on a pose instead the photo had been taken without your knowelledge resulting in the best photo you’ve ever seen. Both of your eyes were squeezed shut and mouths wide open like you were screaming but in realty both of you were in fits of laughter. “You know you might not even get on this one. That sign over there says you have to be taller than that red line.” He chuckles pointing over to the sign that has a figure of a cartoon dog with a red line above his head stating you had to be taller to ride. You walked over to it standing proudly next to it as you were just tall enough to ride. Jungkook bursts out into a fit of laughter again as you looked on at him with your head held high feeling quite proud that you were actually tall enough to ride.

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