Chris and Co. Oneshots

Wanted: A Date for a Wedding - Frank Adler x Reader

Warnings: Tad of Angst, A lot of fluff, Minor Injury, Brief mention of Blood, Language, SMUT! 18+ ONLY

You were sat on one of many cafes that looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Staring out to sea as you listened to your mom ramble on about something. You weren't paying attention at all, instead just watching the waves.

"(Y/N) did you hear what I said?" You mom asks grabbing your attention.

"Hmm what? sorry, I thought I saw a pod of dolphins" you lie looking back over at your mother.

"Oh where?" You mom asks looking out at the ocean.

"I didn't, think it was just the light bouncing off the waves" you say hoping to move the conversation along.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask if you were bringing anyone to Susan's wedding" you mom asks.

"Um I dunno actually" you say shrugging your shoulders.

"Oh, what happened to that guy? The one who had curly blond hair? Um Leonard?" Your mom asks snapping her fingers as she tried to remember the guy's name.

"Liam" you correct "that ended a while ago, it was only a couple dates nothing serious"

"Oh well that's a shame, he seemed nice, chef right?" She asks.

"Carpenter" you correct again.

You begin to zone out again as your mom goes down a tangent about her friend's cousin's wife's aunt who brought some new chair off eBay. You only zoned back in when you heard the name of your last long-term boyfriend.

"Oh, I heard that Thomas was going to the wedding" you mom says.

"How nice" you say forcing a smile.

"Yeah, he's got this really nice girlfriend, apparently she works for this big CEO" you mom continues making you press your lips together harder, the fake smile becoming more difficult.

"Yeah, she's gonna be his plus one to the wedding" she explains.

"How lovely, I'm just gonna nip to the restrooms" you say quickly getting up before she could say anything.

Once inside the bathroom which thankfully was empty. You braced yourself against the counter dropping your head as you took a long, deep, shaky breath.

How on earth could your lame-ass lazy ex-boyfriend managed to find someone when you couldn't. There was no way you could go to this wedding without someone. It would be too goddamn embarrassing, the likes of your mother and worse would make you the talk of the party.

You couldn't not go though, which meant you had to find a date in less than two weeks. Yeah, you were screwed. You stood back up when you hear the door to the restroom open, quickly fixing your hair before heading back out.

As you walked back towards your table you once again looked out at the ocean. Watching as a boat sped past, as it did an idea popped into your head. One that could solve your problems, if you managed to convince him that is.

That evening you made your way to the marina, heading straight for the workshop where you'd find frank. As you walked in you found him bent over a piece of machinery, cursing as he worked on it.

His white top was covered in dirt and oil stains. His hair sticking up at all different angles from where he'd ran his hands through it many, many times. Even from this distance you could see the glean of sweat that covered his body. Biceps bulging as he worked.

"Fahking finally" he groans, Bostonian accent slipping out as he stands up straight.

As he turns to chuck his tools on the side, he notices you stood there. He instantly smiles grabbing a rag, cleaning off his fingers as he walked over.