Sliding Into Home - A Frank Adler AU
Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)
Synopsis:
After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.
* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**
Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks
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Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium. It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life. He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant. She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is. There was zero chance of Frank being interested. His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.
As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.”
“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table.
“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.
“How was the move?”
“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”
“Nanny?”
“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?”
“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”
Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”
More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.
“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client. She’s sending in their new associate.”
Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team. The conference room door opens and Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.
Fuck.
He looks at the brunette that walked in.
she’s definitely not supposed to be here.
What the FUCK!
Abby Hernandez, his ex-girlfriend, love of his life, walked into the room.
It Doesn't Stay In Vegas
The Future is West
Are You Sure We Aren’t Going Crazy
You Were Enough; You Are Everything
Fastballs and Fiancés
You Left Me
Take Your Niece to Work Day
Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?
Wanna Feel Safe Again
Maybe I should Have Ducked?
When It All Falls Apart
WTF Just Happened!
D N A: Diane Nicole Adler
Not Just a Pretty Face
It's A Ruff Life
Status: All Star
Since When is Ice Cream Evil
On the Hunt for Mike Weiss
The Next Adventure
A Bump in the Road
Unexpected Surprises
For Reasons Unknown...
Evidence, Emotions, Whatever
Trial By Fire
The One With the World Series
Oh Captain! My Captain!
Finale
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for the first time in my life, I’m looking at life after college. I looking at a future. Probably not past like 25 or smth, but a future nonetheless. I’ve always had a plan. I never saw myself getting old or getting to 18, never saw myself realistically going to college. But now it’s happening. It’s going to happen. My hope for the future is the only thing keeping me alive. I will survive to 25. I like that number. Then, I will reevaluate. Attempts are made in the heat of the moment, but I want to finally live. Not just survive. I can’t leave behind my stuffed animals, my future pets, my blankets I love, my books, my favorite poster, my monster high dolls. They’re the reason I’ve living. Not a single human being. I will live and finally be happy one day. And if not, I have a plan. But I hope I will be. The cvts keep the ache away for now, and it will get better. It has to.
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