I really had every intention of writing a part 2 to the Frank drabble I wrote yesterday… especially after @nomadicpixel practically begged for it… but it just wasn’t working out… and then I decided to try another approach… I’ve done a lot of cowboy!Ari moodboards… but I haven’t actually written him… and what’s better than cowboy!Ari? Cowboy!Ari getting married.
This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and the Spring Fling prompt “Happily Ever After”. This is also the shortest of my drabbles for Spring Fling at just under 200 words.
Title: Perfect Moment
Pairing:Ari Levinson x female reader
Rating:PG
Warnings:n/a
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It was everything you’d ever imagined.
The field beyond the wooden arch was covered in wild flowers.
The sun was starting to set in the distance.
You’d found the dress of your dreams.
It was absolutely perfect.
Just like the tall, handsome cowboy standing below the wooden arch waiting for you.
You blinked back tears as you walked down the aisle a live acoustic guitar playing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”.
As you neared the arch, you saw Ari take a shaky breath and wipe a tear from his face with his thumb.
Then he stepped forward and held out his hand to you.
The crowd let out a little laugh as you picked up your pace, wanting to take his hand as quickly as possible.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered, once your hand was safely enveloped in his own.
The short ceremony seemed to drag on and on, with you and Ari both repeating the vows.
Then the officiant said, “Ari, you may kiss your bride.”
“Oh thank god,” Ari declared, before he pulled you against him. His lips finding yours just as the sun began to slip out of view.
In several of my Frank drabbles, I’ve hinted to the fact that I had a story idea that never got fully developed… and this still isn’t it, but it’s part of the idea haha. I’ll slowly get bits and pieces written over time haha.
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Frank smiled as he listened to his niece talk about her classes.
Her needs as an advanced student had led to him returning to academics and becoming a professor again.
Plus, his job meant that she could attend the university practically for nothing.
“Who’s that?” Mary asked as they turned the corner to his office.
Frank opened his mouth to say he didn’t know, but then the woman turned to look at them.
His ex fiancé.
“Mary,” he said. “Go to the conference room.”
“But,” the teenager started to argue.
“Go,” he said firmly.
Mary let out a teenager like sigh and stopped into the conference room that was a few doors down from his office.
—-
You hard heard them coming before they’d rounded the corner. You’d known it was Frank just from the sound of his voice.
You expected him to look older, especially since it had been twelve years since you’d seen him last. You hadn’t expected him to age like fine wine.
He said nothing as he unlocked his office door and pushed it open. He motioned for you to enter first and closed the door behind himself.
“What are you doing here?” his voice tone was sharp and to the point.
“I just accepted a position in the English department,” you explained. “I didn’t know you worked here when I applied or, hell, even when I accepted the job.”
“So how did you find out?” he asked, slightly less defensive, but still not friendly.
“The Humanities Department secretary,” you replied. “She asked where I’d last taught and when I said Boston University, she mentioned you and your genius niece, which eliminate everyone else.”
Frank nodded stiffly.
“I didn’t want you to find out that I was here from someone else,” you explained, after a moment. “I didn’t this it was fair, considering.”
Frank just nodded again.
—-
He was being rude and he knew it, but he blamed the shock of seeing her again.
After all, she was the one person he had gone to before he’d left for Florida. He had asked her to come with him. But she’d said no.
“I don’t blame you,” he said, thinking and saying the words at the same time.
He really didn’t. She had just gotten her job in the English Department and leaving would have risked her ability to get another position anywhere else.
Hell, he’d struggled to get this job. It had only been the situation with Mary that had gotten the Dean to even give him a chance.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, softly. “A lot of time has passed…” she cleared her throat. “I’m divorced. He was another professor and why I left Boston. I have family here.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. He nodded towards the door. “It’s just Mary and me. Always has been.”
“I always knew you’d be a good dad.”
Frank looked up at her and, for the first time in twelve years, felt his heart skip a beat.
You hooked me early on. OMG I want to see where this goes! @theycallmebecca please tell me you’re going to add to this?
Afternoon, y’all. Hope you guy shad a great day. I’m exhausted partially because I stayed up way too late reading last night (ok… so mostly for that reason), but also because I had dental work done this morning and my mouth hurts.
I don’t even know how to describe this story, to be honest, all I know is when I found the prompt “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” on one of the writing prompt lists on @justwritinginspo it just sounded like Ransom… and I just let my mind do whatever the hell it wanted to.
Title:Sweetheart
Pairing:Ransom Drysdale x female reader
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: suggestive, language, hints to spankings
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“Fuck you, Ransom Drysdale,” you shouted at your boyfriend before you stormed from the room, slamming the door behind yourself.
As you ran down the stairs, you heard the door open and the sound of him following you.
Going into the kitchen, you spotted the crappy cake he’d purchased in honor of your birthday. Not only was it a premade store bought one, it was your least favorite flavor.
Hearing him coming, you quickly took the cake of out the package and the picked it up.
The second Ransom walked into the kitchen, you threw the cake at his face.
Splat!
The cake itself was too heavy to stick, but you’d hit your target and left half of Ransom’s face covered in frosting while the cake fell to the ground.
Neither of you made a sound for nearly a minute.
Then Ransom used his hand to wipe the frosting from his eye before shaking it onto the floor. “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart,” he said, his tone cold.
“No, I’m not,” you replied, trying to ignore how shaky your voice was. “You don’t know me, Ransom Drysdale. If you did, you never would have bought me that flavor of cake. Not to mention that if you’d actually cared, you would have gotten more than an after thought of a cake!”
“I did order a cake,” Ransom said, through gritted teeth. “But the fucking bakery messed up the order and put a giant penis on it!”
“What?” you gapped. “What do you mean?”
“I was trying to explain that to you when you stormed upstairs,” Ransom replied as he fished his phone out of his pocket. He thrust it in your direction a second later, proof of the messed up cake showing.
“Oh,” you said, biting back a laugh as you imagined what his reaction would have been in the shop.
“Now that we have that settled,” Ransom stated. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to clean up yourmess, because it’s your birthday. And after that… well, you’ve been a naughty girl.”
You swallowed as your eyes met his.
“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he told you. “And get undressed.”
“I can help down here,” you offered.
“No, I want you to go upstairs and think about what you’ve done and what is about to happen,” he said, shaking his head. “That way, when I get upstairs, you’ll be nice and ready for everything I have planned for you.”
You moved past him to leave the kitchen, but he stopped you, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss it.
“I really want to kiss you, but I know how much you hate the flavor of frosting all over my face,” he stated.
When he came upstairs a few minutes later, he’d removed the frosting from his face and gave you a long, slow kiss before he pulled you over his knee.
Pairings: collegehockeygoalie!jake jensen x female reader (Yenzy x y/n)
Warnings: idiots in like, friends to lovers, slow burn, excessive legal age drinking, possible poor decision making when drunk, nakedness, banter- all the banter, reader coming on to Yenzy, Yenzy being a lovable dork, explicit language, explicit sexual content implied, all the tooth rotting cuteness (must be 18+)
I saw a photo set here on tumblr early today that featured a couple in a bathtub together, but instead of the usual where you see the guy behind the girl, this one had the girl behind the guy and clearly helping him “relax”. (Assuming tumblr doesn’t block it, you can view the inspo reblog here.)I shared it with some friends and @jobean12-blog encouraged me to write this fic that came to me.
Title: Relaxing in the Tub
Pairing:Andy Barber x female reader
Rating:R
Warnings: semi-graphic hand job
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When Andy had left his job in the public sector of law and moved to a job with a local cooperation, the two of you had thought he’d left the stressful, 60+ hour a week job behind. But his stress level had picked up in the last couple weeks with the cooperation acquiring a new company and merging it into the fold.
While he wasn’t working nearly close to the house he’d worked in the public sector, Andy had worked every day for the last two weeks and it was wearing on him.
Tonight you were putting your foot down. He was taking the night off.
“I don’t want to crush you” …. Such authenticity. Even as a tall girl, I get this from my hubby. Though he does also enjoy using boobs as pillows. Lol.
Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader (Levs x itty bitty)
Warnings: ANGST- so much angst (I’m sorry!), explicit language, mean girls, feelings of low self esteem, broken heart, mention of physical violence (female against male), Cappy being an ass, flashback scenes (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: angst was not my intent for these two- well not this much angst. I’m sorry!
