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Riding On

Ch24: The Wheel Fell Off

Summary: There are some perks to having your own, personal mechanic…and Fliss isn’t the only one who notices.

Warnings: Bad language.

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: So I gotta give a shout out to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork as she came up with a few gems of dialogue for this!

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 On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 23

And the wonder of it all is that you don’t realise how much I love you.

July 2020

Frank looked around at the team assembled in his office for the daily Stand-Up and nodded. “Okay, so I’ve nothing else to add, anyone got any other business before I call it?”

“Are we far behind on the repair time KPI for the Dolphin Tour fleet?” Mick, the finance manager looked at Frank and he shook his head.

“No, a day or so. Tim says he’ll have made the time back by Friday so we’re good.” Frank replied. “I’m not concerned. It shouldn’t have an impact on the incentivisation payments”

Mick nodded and Frank waited for a second. When no one else spoke, he dismissed the team and turned to his computer, leaning over to check the rest of the meetings and tasks for the day. He was midway through a very complicated spreadsheet detailing incoming repairs and timescales when his phone rang.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He greeted Fliss, leaning back in his chair a little. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, well, no. I was in the menage harrowing the surface and the wheel fell off the Quad Bike.”

“What do you mean the wheel fell off?” Frank pulled a face, scratching at his temple.

“Well, you know how it had four wheels? Now it has three,” came the sarcastic response.

“Dickhead.” Frank shot back and Fliss’ laughter hit his ears.

“Well, what did you think I meant?”

“You know what, I’m sorry I asked.” He rolled his eyes. “I suppose that means you want me to come fix it?”

“Yeah but it can wait until later if you’re busy, we managed to get it out of the way. Dad’s here snagging the extension to the tack room so he had a look and he says the bolt has sheared off so he can’t put it back on without a spare and I don’t know if you have any lying about in your Man Cave.”

“I will do from when we changed the wheels last year.” Frank clicked into his calendar to double check his schedule and smiled. “I’ve got no meetings this afternoon so I’ll come home at lunch. I can do the stock inventory at home.”

“My hero.”

“You know, if you carry on being sarcastic you can shove it up your ass.”

“I wasn’t being sarcastic!” Fliss laughed. “You know I love the fact that you can fix all this shit for me.”

“No you love the fact I get filthy fixing all that shit for you.”

“Well yeah, that’s one upside to you being good with your hands.”

“One?” Frank grinned, leaning back in his chair. “So there’s more?”

“You know it Sailor. I gotta go babe, my next client is here but I’ll see you soon, and if you can’t don’t worry it’ll wait.”

“I’ll sort it. Love you, sweetheart.”

“You too.”

True to his word, Frank left the office at midday giving his team the instruction to call his cell if needed. Once home, he parked up, headed inside to change out of his office attire and pulled on a pair of worn, light jeans and a t-shirt. Once done, he grabbed his shades, went into his work shop and picked up his tool box along with a couple of spare bolts and wandered over to the yard. As he walked, he stopped for a moment to take in the building work and smiled. The extension to the office and tack room area was complete, giving Fliss a huge extra space to organise all her tack and equipment. The paint and plastering had been completed a few days before and the fittings had all been finalised yesterday which was what Bill was in there snagging, making sure it was all as they’d specified. The storage units and racks were all on order and due to arrive at some point tomorrow so Frank knew he’d most likely be busy fitting them in the evening, not that he minded. He loved being able to be involved and help out.

The diggers were in place, hollowing out the additional riding paddock at the bottom of the yard, this one slightly smaller than the current one, but would give more than enough additional space for people to ride, and the hedge along the bottom field had been cleared to lead out to the additional three acres of grassy space they had acquired, with a new gravel path to be laid as a walkway once the post and rail fencing was done. They’d also asked for trenches to be dug for water pipes to avoid the stable hands having to lug buckets and tanks up to the horses.

All in all, it was coming along really well and on schedule, the whole thing set to be completed by the beginning of August, well in time for their wedding, which was now just ten weeks away.

Frank made his way onto the main yard, Fliss waving at him from where she was teaching in the paddock and he waved back, wandering into the newly-constructed building as Bill was busy pointing to something on the wall.

“Yeah, that needs patching up.” He nodded as the guy besides him produced a packet of small stickers in the shape of yellow dots. He placed one on the area Bill was clearly not satisfied with and Frank looked around, noticing a number of them in various places in the room. Bill glanced over at him and smiled. “Hey, son.”

“How picky ya being, Bill?” Frank smirked and Bill let out a snort.

“Nah, the actual building and electrical fittings are all sound.” He gave a nod. “This is just cosmetic. The door frame is chipped, this plaster here is rough and there’s some patches where it’s too thin but other than that it’s good.”

“I’m glad you’re doing this as I wouldn’t have noticed any of that.” Frank mused, leaning in a little closer to examine what it was that Bill had spotted, and the older man shook his head.

“Well, I have over thirty years in the trade and my eyes are still pretty sharp.” Bill chuckled. “Anyway, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me she dragged you out of work to fix that Quad!”

“It’s no problem. Got nothing on this afternoon so I can work from home.”

“She’s got you wrapped round her little finger.” Bill shook his head and Frank arched an eyebrow.

“I could say the same for you.” He accused. “And with Mary too for that matter. And Verity. You’re a soft ass for your girls, Bill and you know it.”

Bill shrugged. “Guilty as charged. Some would argue I’m a soft ass for my boys too, all of you.”

Frank smiled back, his neck feeling a little warm as the sentiment of Bill’s words sunk in and he took a deep breath and jerked his head towards the door. “I best go do what I came to do before her majesty accuses me of slacking.”

Bill chuckled. “It’s in the barn,” he informed, waving him away and Frank emerged out into the hot, midday July sun and strode round to the rear of the yard. The Quad bike and offending wheel were indeed stored in the barn, which was slightly cooler than the outside and Frank dropped his tool bag to the floor before he knelt down to take a look. Bill had been right, the bolt had snapped but it was an easy fix.

Or so he thought.

Ten minutes later, after a lot of cursing, heaving and straining he’d finally managed to work the broken bolt loose. Standing up, he cracked his neck and back, tossing the broken item into his bag with a contemptuous glare as he wiped his sweaty forehead and reached for the wheel. Thankfully, that was easy and took him two minutes to fit, and once he was happy it was sorted he pushed the quadbike out to make sure it was on properly.

“Did you fix it?” A small voice asked him and Frank glanced up to see a little girl, who can’t have been much older than four, stood looking at him as she grinned, her dark pigtails poking out from underneath a cap.

“Sure did.” He smiled.

“It was funny when it fell off.” She giggled. “Fliss screamed and then she swore.”

Frank snorted. “Yeah, she has a potty mouth.”

“Alicia!” A woman spoke and Frank turned to glance up at a slim, dark haired lady, dressed in a pair of bright, beige jodhpurs and a tight, baby-blue polo shirt, both items of clothing looking like they’d never come into contact with a horse at all. “Don’t run off!”

“I just wanted to see if the wheel was back on.” The little girl protested and the woman rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” She smiled, flashing off a set of perfect white teeth from behind a set of glossed lips. “She’s so nosey.”

“Kids for ya.” Frank smiled, shaking his head.

“Don’t I know it?” She laughed, a perfectly manicured hand flying to her chest as Frank straightened up, wiping his hands on the back of his loose fitting, slightly grubby jeans. At that point, Joanne came round the back of the barn and she smiled.

“You ready for your lesson, Leesh?” She looked at the little girl who gave a cheer. “Come on then, Fliss is waiting.”

“This is the best Phys-Ed ever!” The little girl grinned and shot off after Joanne.

“Phys Ed.” Her mom rolled her eyes. “Damned private tutor education. I swear, I could kill my ex-husband for suggesting this.”

“You don’t ride yourself then, I take it?” Frank asked and she shook her head.

“No, but when she decided she wanted to, I thought I should make an effort. I think it’s what they refer to in the business as possessing all the gear, but having no idea.”

Frank gave her a smile. “Yeah, well, when my girl decided she wanted to learn I wasn’t particularly keen either but, well, she’s hooked now.”

“Oh, your girl rides too?” The woman flicked her hair back over her shoulder and Frank studied her for a moment, her painted on eyebrows and heavily bronzed face arranged into a genuine look of interest. He realised then that she had absolutely no idea who he was. “Does she do that here?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckled.

“Huh.” The woman scanned him up and down a little, her eyes blatantly flicking to his left hand. “Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing coming here after all.”

Frank took a deep breath, recognising the flirting for what it was and he gave her a little smile. “Well, I better get on.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m sure Fliss has a list of a hundred other jobs for me to so.”

“So, are you like her mechanic or something?” The woman continued and Frank looked at her, his face remaining straight.

“Something.” He gave her another nod and moved to walk back onto the yard, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, well, we’re new here. We’ve not been here long. I’m Michelle.” She offered, following him.

“Nice to meet you, Michelle.” He looked back over his shoulder as she paused a few steps behind him.

“I err, I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.” He stopped, turning to look at her, a smirk flicking across his face. She bit her lip and grinned back.

“Are you gonna?”

At that Frank let out a bark of a laugh. “Frank. Frank Adler.”

“Nice to meet you, Frank.”

“You too.” He smiled politely, as he slid his aviators back down from the top of his head onto his eyes, before he realised they were dirty. Taking them off he pulled the bottom of his shirt up slightly to wipe at the lens and when he returned them to his face he caught Michelle’s focus was still on his waist line. Her eyes flicked up to his and she shrugged a little.

“Sorry.” She wrinkled her nose. “Can’t blame a girl for looking, huh?”

Frank blinked, glad his eyes were hidden, a little shocked at her forthcoming nature, before he let out a snort.

“Well I’ve done my fair share of looking in the past, not any more though. My fiancée would have my balls hung up on the wall.”

“Oh, erm, sorry, I didn’t, wow.” She blinked and ran her hand through her glossy hair. “That’s embarrassing.”

Frank shrugged. “I’ve been in far worse situations, believe me.” With that he turned, and as he began to walk along the side of the paddock he looked up to see Fliss was watching him over the fence, her hands on her hips. Her eyes were hidden behind her wrap-arounds but he could tell from her demeanour she wasn’t best pleased. With a groan he approached the white post and rail that ran round the ménage and leaned on it.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Her tone was friendly enough, despite her frosty body language, as she walked over towards him. “You get it fixed?”

“Yeah, took me a while to get the bolt off but it’s all good.”

“Thanks.” She slid her hat up a little and wiped at her brow with the back of her arm. “Fuck, its warm today.”

“Well, take your clothes off.” Frank grinned. “It’ll help you cool down.”

“Pervert.” She snorted, before she nodded behind him. “I see you met Kim.”

“Kim?” Frank frowned. “She said her name was Michelle.”

“Yeah, but Joanne calls her Kim Kardashian.” Fliss wrinkled her nose. “On account of the botox and fake boobs.”

“You two are bitches.” Frank scoffed and Fliss shrugged, before he frowned. “Hang on, her boobs are fake?”

“Keep talking, Sailor.” Fliss slid her glasses down and glared at him over the rims and he let out a laugh.

“Baby, I’m joking.” He looked at her and she gave a hum as she pushed them back up her nose as he leaned over the fence a little. “Come ‘ere.”

Fliss stepped towards him and Frank dropped his head to press his lips to hers. “Love you, baby.” He ginned, flashing her his best cheeky grin.

“You can’t get round me that easy.” She shot back and Frank shrugged.

“Who says I’m trying to get round you?”

“I know you, Adler.” She scoffed, stepping back. “Look, I gotta get on so I’ll see you at home. You wanna pick Alex up tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll get him. Is Mary getting the bus home from Summer Camp?”

“Yeah, I told her one of us would pick her up but she insisted.” Fliss shrugged and Frank smiled.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a couple of hours then.”

“Yeah, love you.”

“You too.”

*****

It was gone five before Fliss had finished at the yard. She’d hardly had time to breathe, let alone think about what she’d seen that morning, but that said, it was there, nagging in the back of her brain. She bid Joanne a good night, before she headed down the little path to the house. She was hot, sticky, uncomfortable and ready for a cool shower and a very large glass of white wine. As she walked down the drive, she passed her newly acquired white Hyundai SUV and stopped as she caught her reflection in the tinted rear mirror.

“Oh, Jesus.” She mumbled, moving closer to take a better look. Her skin was the colour of a fucking beet, her hair was all over the place from where she’d removed her cap and tossed it on her desk, her polo shirt was full of all sorts of stains and she was pretty sure she could smell herself and her riding britches were hung a little low on her hips, her soft stomach visible beneath the tight cotton of her top.

And then, from nowhere, came the image of fucking Michelle and her fucking size two figure, with her fucking perfect tits, model smile, stupidly glossy hair, and impeccable eyebrows and straight nose…

Fliss hastily pulled her pony tail out, fluffed out her sweat-damp hair and retied it, before she smoothed down her top as best she could and headed into their yard and through to the utility room, Thor trotting behind her.

“Hey!” Frank greeted her from where he was led on the rug, building some form of tower out of a set of large, brightly coloured blocks as Alex sat next to him, his little hands curling round a few of the bricks. The baby looked round and made an excited noise at the sight of his momma, and shuffled a little onto his knees and hands, crawling towards her.

“Frank, I stink.” She held her hands up in warning and Frank hastily rose, quickly picking Alex up off the floor before he could get much further towards her.

“A little dirt won’t hurt him.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I look and feel like I’ve been rolling on the muck heap all day so I’m going straight for a shower.”

Frank chuckled as she gave Alex a quick kiss on the head, moving out of his way before he could grab hold of her. “Well, I think you wear the dirty, stable hand look well, Honey.”

“Sure.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back down in ten, do you mind starting dinner? I was gonna do a quick chicken salad.”

“Course.” Frank nodded, looking at her for a moment and she simply smiled back.

She could feel Frank’s eyes burning into her back as she headed out of the family room into the hallway, trudging up the stairs. As soon as she was in their bedroom she stripped off her sticky, dirty clothes, tossed them onto the floor and climbed straight into the shower, turning it to an adequate temperature. Tipping her face up into the stream she let the lukewarm water cool her slightly, as she blinked back tears of frustration.

Michelle had at least had the good grace to look a little sheepish when she’d realised exactly who Frank was, but fuck, it had still pissed Fliss off to the point she’d wanted to smash her face straight into the floor. And more to the point, Fliss felt annoyed that it had riled her the way it had. It wasn’t exactly like it was an unusual occurrence, everywhere they went Frank seemed to attract female attention, he was gorgeous, but today had been on her home turf, somewhere she was Queen Bee, and to have someone else buzzing around her hive in such a way made her feel uneasy.

Real uneasy.

With a deep breath she washed her hair, sorted herself out and turned off the shower before she wrapped herself in a towel and headed back into the bedroom. As she was brushing out her hair, her phone went off and she picked it up, snorting at the message from Steve which showed a baby-grow with the words, “party at my crib, 3am, bring a bottle,” on the front. She sent him a quick response, pondering for a moment at just how fast Sian’s latest pregnancy seemed to have gone, she was approaching her sixth month now, and seemed to be glowing just as she had with the twins. Mary had been very happy when they’d announced they were expecting another boy, declaring proudly that made her Bill’s only granddaughter, something which, according to her, made her special.

And of course, none of them had corrected her, because it was the truth.

Tapping her nails lightly against the surface of the vanity unit, Fliss scrolled down to her message conversations and found the one to Bonnie, sending her a quick text to ask if she was free. She set about her quick face care routine, before she braided her damp hair, and then her phone began to ring.

“Hey!” Bonnie greeted her. “I’m driving so thought I’d call you…erm, I’m not doing anything in particular, why?”

“Well, I know Si’s outta town on business so I wondered if you fancied company for a few hours?” Fliss replied, keeping the details as sketchy as she could. “Me and a bottle of white? God knows I could do with one after today.”

“That bad huh?” Bonnie chuckled. “Sure why not. I’m not working tomorrow after all. Did I tell you I had many weeks off?”

“You might have mentioned it.” Fliss replied, laughing a little. “You teachers have an easy ride.”

“Fuck you.” Bonnie shot back and Fliss snorted.

“I’m joking, well I’ve no lessons until later tomorrow so I can have a few.” Fliss scratched at her temple. “What time works for you?”

“Well, I’m just on my way to have dinner at my mom’s so, I can pick you up on the way back?” Bonnie offered. “Be about seven ish?”

“Perfect.” Fliss smiled.

“Awesome. We can get down to some Hen Party planning!” Bonnie’s voice was laced with excitement. “I found this awesome villa in Miami that will accommodate everyone.”

“Can’t wait to see it.” Fliss smiled.

After a little more conversation, Fliss placed her phone back down and dressed in a pair of denim shorts, a khaki green boat necked short-sleeved top and shoved her feet into a pair of flip-flops. She took another look in the mirror, scowling once more at her reflection, before she rolled her eyes and headed downstairs.

She walked into the family room and smiled as she saw Mary was sat on a stool at the island whilst Alex was sat in his high chair, munching on a piece of cucumber. Frank was busy tossing things into a salad bowl, and he turned to smile at her as she greeted them all, dropping a kiss to Mary’s head, then Alex’s in turn.

“Feeling better?” Frank asked as she slid her arms round his waist, pressing her face into his t-shirt.

“Yeah, much. God, it was disgustingly hot out there today.”

“Yeah, that’s one thing I don’t miss about working on boats, the lack of air conditioning.” Frank chuckled as she stepped back and moved to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine.

“My face feels burnt, but I don’t know how that’s possible.” She shook her head, thanking Frank as he reached into the cupboard and pulled down a glass for her. “I had a cap and shades on.”

“It doesn’t look too red.” He looked at her and she took a large gulp of wine, giving a satisfied sigh.

“Been waiting for that all afternoon.” She closed her eyes, savouring the taste before she opened them again. “Oh, that reminds me, I’m going over to Bonnie’s later, just for a couple of hours. Hen Do planning, that okay?”

“Course it is.” Frank nodded. “You want me to drop you off?”

“No, she’s at her mum’s so she’s going to come get me. I can Uber back.”

“I’ll pick you up.” Frank looked at her. “We can take the kids and Thor down to the beach for a little flashlight walk on the way back.”

“Flashlight walk?” Mary suddenly spoke, excitement lacing her tone. “The last time we did that it was so cool, we saw all those hermit crabs and the dolphins!”

“Don’t be so nosey.” Frank looked at her and she shrugged.

“You weren’t exactly whispering.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to Fliss who chuckled. “Sure, sounds good. I won’t be long, just a few hours.”

Frank shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, not like Mary needs to be up early and Alex will probably sleep the entire time anyway if he’s in the carrier.”

She gave him a small nod before she set about helping Frank with their dinner. It wasn’t long before it was ready, and they decided to eat outside. Mary chatted away, filling them all in on what she’d done at Summer camp, Frank listening, but all the time keeping one eye on Fliss who seemed to be taking it all in, but wasn’t saying much.

They finished, cleared their dishes away and Mary headed upstairs for a little while, whilst Fliss took Alex for his bath before she brought him back down, ready for bed to give him his bottle which Frank had ready.

She passed him over as Frank made his way to the sofa, dropping down to feed their baby, and Fliss watched for a moment, before her phone beeped.

“Bonnie’s outside.” Fliss stuck it back in her pocket and turned to Frank as he gently shifted Alex so he was a little more comfortable, his small hands curled around the bottle as he drank his milk.

“She not coming in?”

“No point, we’re only going straight back out.”

“Right.” Frank nodded as glanced back down at Alex. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking up at her and Fliss nodded back, a little too quickly, the way she always did when she was trying to hide something and Frank took a deep breath. “Liss…”

“I’m fine.” She shook her head. “Just a little wiped after today, that’s all.” Frank sighed and Fliss narrowed her eyes as she turned towards the kitchen. “Don’t sigh at me like that.”

“I’m not sighing at you like anything.” He replied as she pulled out a bottle of wine to take with her. “Just wish you’d tell me what the problem is.”

“I don’t have a problem.” Fliss rolled her eyes. “I’m just going to Bonnie’s for a few hours. Is my life that sad that whenever I socialise it always has to be because I have a problem?”

“I didn’t say that.” Frank replied, calmly.

“Good, because that’s not why I’m going.”

Knowing he was beat, and that if he pushed it any further they were going to end up in a full scale argument, Frank nodded. “Okay then. Have fun, call me when you’re done.”

Fliss blinked, almost as if she was waiting for him to push her again, before she simply shrugged and leaned over to gently run her finger down Alex’s chubby cheek. She then turned to Frank gave him a quick kiss.

“Love you.” He pressed his lips to hers a little deeper, before she stepped back and he was pleased to see her smiling.

“Love you too.”

Frank watched her go, taking a deep breath as he glanced back down at his son. A few minutes later, Mary bounded into the room and Frank looked up at her.

“Did you hear back from the vets, you know about Cleo?” She asked.

“Yup.” Frank grinned, “wanna read the email?”

“Dur!” She grinned and Frank pulled his phone out form his pocket, scrolling with one hand to the email that had arrived earlier that afternoon before he handed it to her.

“Dear Mr Adler,” Mary read, “I’m pleased to inform you that Sandybrook Cleopatra has passed her five-stage-vetting, bla bla bla,” she skipped on a few lines, “negative worm count, negative for equine influenza, rhino-erm, what’s that?”

“Pneumonitis” Frank read as she turned the screen to him. “I’ve got no idea, some disease, obviously.”

“And Streptococcus Equi, oh I know that one. That’s strangles.” Mary nodded.

“Whatever you say, Stack.” Frank smiled.

“As such, please see attached the completed and fully executed Export Health Certificate. Upon arrival in the USA, your animal will require a further three days quarantine which you must organise ….bla bla bla!” Mary grinned up at him as she handed him his phone back. “So that’s it?”

“Yup!” Frank nodded, as he glanced down at Alex who was now turning away from his bottle, signalling he was done. ”Everything’s done, Jo’s sorted the stuff with Department of Agriculture at this end, el ponio is being collected by the UK transporter tomorrow morning and will be on a flight later that evening.” He paused to rearrange Alex over his shoulder to burp him. “So, if all goes according to plan, she’ll be arriving here after her quarantine mid-afternoon on Fliss’ birthday.” He nodded, before he mumbled. “Thirteen thousand bucks lighter.”

“Thirteen thousand!” Mary spluttered. “Holy shit!”

“Hey, watch your mouth.” Frank looked at her sternly as Alex gave a loud burp. Frank turned his head to look at him. “Better out than in, Bean.”

“Sorry but, Dad, that’s a lot of money. I thought they did you a deal and knocked half off her price because it was Fliss?”

“They did.” He shrugged as he stood and carried Alex over to his pack and play. “She still cost me three. The rest is the cost of the vetting and the transport. But, Poppa B and Nanny V have said they only want half back and Uncle Steeb is chucking in a couple of hundred towards it, so it’s kind of like a joint present.”

“She’s worth it!” Mary grinned and Frank chuckled, heading to kitchen area.

“The horse or Fliss?”

“Mom, of course.” Mary scoffed, hopping up onto a stool at the breakfast bar.

“She sure is.” Frank agreed as he opened the fridge. “But I’ll be telling her that’s her birthday this year, birthday next year, Christmas and first wedding anniversary present all rolled into one.”

“First anniversary?” Mary looked at him. “You ain’t even married yet!”

“I know but now I don’t have to think about buying her anything for like twelve months.” He shrugged, smirking to himself as he leaned down for a bottle of beer, knowing he was talking utter shit. There was no way that was gonna fly, and he didn’t even want to try for the simple reason he loved buying Fliss stuff that made her smile. Still, it was fun trying to watch Mary decide if he was joking or not.

“What about Mother’s Day?” She asked after a moment.

“She aint my mom,” Frank looked at her, “as the eldest the responsibility for that falls to you.” He twisted the lid off the beer as Mary narrowed her eyes. “You want a beer?” He waved the bottle at Mary.

“Really?” Her eyes grew wide.

“No, just wanted to see how much crap I could tell you that you’d actually believe.” He smirked. Mary blinked, before she let out a low groan, realising she’d been had.

“You’re such an idiot.” She shook her head, and Frank watched, chuckling to himself as she bent down, picked Fred up and stalked to her Den, Thor hot on her tail.

*****

“So, I thought,” Bonnie grinned, turning the laptop to face Fliss as they sat at her kitchen table, “that this one sounds perfect. It sleeps up to twelve, has a pool, hot tub, is a short walk to the beach, not far from down-town and also literally a five minute walk to the hotel we stayed in, where we can get a really good deal on a Day-Spa package. And, we can also get someone in on the Saturday to do a grill and cocktails for us, if that’s what you wanna do.”

Fliss gave a small smile, and Bonnie frowned. “Or, not. Sorry, is it not what you wanted? I thought-“ Fliss sighed, her hand laying on Bonnie’s arm. “No, that…” she took a deep breath and smiled, “it sounds perfect, Bonnie. Honestly it does.”

“So, why are you making me feel like I’ve given you a dog turd on a plate and told you it’s your dinner?”

At that Fliss choked on the mouthful of wine she’d taken and looked at her best friend. “You know, for a teacher, you really have a way with words.”

Bonnie chuckled, as Fliss shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s not you. I’m just feeling a little…actually, I don’t know what I’m feeling. Pissed off, maybe?”

“Why, what’s happened?” Bonnie looked at her.

“Just…oh, you know what, it’s nothing.” Fliss brushed it off, necking the remainder of the wine in her bottle. “Can I get a top up?”

“I’ll get it.” Bonnie nodded and stood up from the table. A moment or two later she returned, and held the bottle up. “You speak, and I’ll pour.”

Fliss blinked, realising she wasn’t going to get away with it, so she sat back and blurted everything out. How she’d felt seeing Frank with the bimbo at the yard, how she was feeling a little insecure over how she looked because she’d once upon a time been that groomed, perfect looking person. And the more she talked, the more tumbled out about how she felt sometimes that Frank was way out of her league before Bonnie shook her head and cut her off.

“Are you listening to yourself?” She scoffed. “Jesus Christ, I haven’t heard anyone talk this much shit since Simon told me he was gonna run a marathon.”

“Hey, you asked what was wrong.” Fliss looked at her, her temper flashing a little. “I’m just telling you!”

“Yeah, and I’m just telling you, you’re a fucking moron.” Bonnie shook her head. “Fliss, you’re beautiful. Honestly, like, if I have kids and end up with your figure after, I’ll be over the moon. But that aside, Frank loves YOU. Not the way you look, or the way your hair is styled, or the way your eyebrows are painted on, he loves you.”

“I know.” Fliss nodded, sniffing a little. “I know he does, and I know he’d never cheat on me, I get that. I just, oh I don’t know, I don’t know why I feel like this. I can’t explain it.”

Bonnie side eyed Fliss as she topped her glass up before she sat down at the table, taking a deep breath. “Do you think this has anything to do with your ex?”

Fliss frowned, shaking her head. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, you told me he used to put you down about how you looked, compared you to other women he, well, fucked behind your back.” Bonnie trailed off. “I don’t know, I was just thinking maybe that deep in your mind, you kinda still think you should have a face caked in make-up and boobs pushed up to your chin.”

Fliss gave a snort at Bonnie’s description before she shrugged. “I don’t feel like that, not really. I’ve never bothered about anything like that whilst I’ve been with Frank. But something about her just pissed me off, more so because she was doing it right there in my own back fucking yard.” Fliss took another slug of wine before she bit her lip. “Maybe you’re right, maybe it’s because she reminds me of that past life.” She tapped her nails against her glass. “But, I was fucking miserable, and now I’m not, so why would I even bother about some bimbo flirting with my man? It’s not like he did anything or was gonna.”

“So, basically, we’ve come to the conclusion that this woman is a tramp and you’re an idiot.” Bonnie nodded and despite herself, Fliss laughed.

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

“Hmm,” Bonnie sipped her wine. “Okay, I’m glad we got that sorted.” She took another sip before she gently reached out and squeezed Fliss hand. “You got nothing to worry about. Frank adores you, to be honest, me and Simon always say it’s kinda gross the way he’s always like looking at you with stupid doe eyes or touching you whenever he can.”

Fliss smiled, a fond look crossing her face as she knew what Bonnie was saying was true. Any chance Frank got he would touch or cuddle her, and it was never in a dominant way like it had been with John, it was because he simply wanted to, it was his love language. “Yeah, he’s touchy.”

Bonnie smiled and sat back as Fliss took a deep breath. “But you should talk to him, tell him how you feel.”

Fliss shrugged. “Maybe, like you said, I’m being an idiot.” She gave her friend another smile before she nodded back towards the laptop. “But, now for the fun stuff. Show me what you got planned for our weekend of debauchery in Miami, Maid Of Honor!”

**** It was a little before ten when Fliss called Frank to say she was ready for pick up if he still wanted to come get her, which was a dumb question, because of course he did. He packed the kids into the car, and drove the fifteen minutes or so to Bonnie’s and Fliss clambered into the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed a little from the wine. After giving him a quick kiss, she turned to smile at Mary who beamed at her, her head torch already in position, Thor’s flashing light up collar sitting pretty around his neck as he perched in the middle seat between her and Alex who was in the baby chair, fast asleep.

They drove down to the Public Access, the same stretch of beach they would be married on in a matter of weeks, and all climbed out, Frank gently settling Alex in the carrier that hung over his chest before he offered Fliss his hand and they headed onto the moonlit sand. They walked in silence for a while, the air finally cooled enough to be enjoyable, Mary running ahead of them, Thor gambolling in and out of the waves, giving a little bark of enjoyment as he chased the surf.

“He’s gonna be soaked when he gets back in the truck.” Frank groaned and Fliss laughed.

“Should have come in mine, he could have sat in the trunk.”

“He can ride home on the flatbed.”

“Don’t you dare.” Fliss nudged Frank with her elbow and he chuckled, his arm sliding round her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her head.

“You gonna tell me what’s bothering you now?” Frank asked as they continued to stroll up the beach.

“Nothing.”

“Lissy.” Frank spoke sternly and stopped to face her. She let out a sigh, her hand reaching up to smooth over Alex’s hair as he lay slumped against his dad’s chest.

“I’m being an idiot, I know that. But seeing you before, at the yard I just…”

It was Frank’s turn to sigh as he shook his head. “Honey, I-“

“No, I know what you’re gonna say but, I just, well, she was there looking like a fucking model and then there was me, and I used to be that size, and I used to be that person, that looked half decent, you know? I can’t remember the last time I actually wore any form of make-up bar a bit of tinted moisturiser or mascara, or when I last straightened my hair, let alone painted on my damned eyebrows! And then she’s flirting with you flashing her perfect teeth, and her perfect fake boobs and her line free brow and plump lips, all full of fillers and botox and-“

“You want Botox?” Frank cut her off mid rant and Fliss let out a groan.

“No I don’t want fucking Botox, Frank!”

“Well shut up talking about it then!” He laughed. “Look, I don’t want that fake shit either. Do I look like the type of guy who wants someone who is just one step away from being a Malibu Barbie? Fuck that!”

“You look like the type of guy who should want a Malibu Barbie.” Fliss replied, somewhat sullenly. “You don’t see the looks you get every time we go out.”

Frank rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You know, girls like that are ten a penny down on the boardwalk. But you’re the one I took sailing.” “Thanks a backhanded compliment.” Fliss narrowed her eyes and Frank laughed, cupping her face in his hands.

“Look, Sweetheart, I love you.” He shrugged simply. “Because you’re beautiful, inside and out and because you’re my Lissy.” He pulled her face up to meet his, placing a soft kiss to her lips, his nose sliding against hers.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She sighed. “I wasn’t mad at you, just feeling a little low I suppose.”

“You know I get it too.” Frank smiled, dropping his hands to take hers. “You think I don’t notice the looks you get when we go out?”

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.” Frank assured her as he entwined their fingers together. “But I don’t care. Because I know you’re mine, and I’m yours. So please don’t think for a second I’d even think about anyone else that way.”

He dropped a soft, slow, deep kiss to her lips and when she pulled back, she smiled.

“Sorry, I know, I was being an idiot.”

“Yeah.” He nodded in agreement and she chuckled as he returned his arm to round her shoulders and they continued walking, the sound of the waves against the shore a perfect back drop to Mary’s excited shouts and Thor’s little barks.

“When you said you said you wouldn’t think about anyone…” She started and Frank was pleased to note her voice was full of mischief, his playful Lissy was back.

“Well,” he wrinkled his nose, shrugging a little, “maybe if Rihanna came knocking then I’d have to give it some serious consideration.”

“To be fair I’d give it some serious consideration, too.” Fliss mused and Frank arched a brow, teasingly as he looked down at her.

“Yeah?”

“Damned straight. I’d do her, she’s hot.” Fliss shrugged and Frank’s face split into a dirty grin as he stopped them both, using the arm round her shoulder to spin her into him as best he could with their son placed between them.

“Now there’s an image!” His voice was loaded with suggestiveness and Fliss laughed as his lips brushed hers.

“Pervert.” She whispered, her hand once more sweeping over the back of their sleeping baby’s head.

“Only for you.” He smiled, before he looked up, considering something. “And Rihanna.”

**** Chapter 25

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all too well (sirius black x f.reader)

sorry i’ve been in a sirius mood lately!!

inspired by “all too well” by taylor swift

word count: 3.0k (i went crazy)

warning: swearing, a small metion of sirius mother beating him (it’s barely mentioned), and ANGST

“Black! Potter!”

Slughorn turned to the two laughing fools, each closing their mouths but small giggles managed to make it through the side of their lips.

“That’s it! Black move to sit with (L/N) and Evans will sit with Potter.”

Lily's face dropped from beside me, grabbing her book and giving me sorry eyes. She had a feeling Black wouldn’t be much better than Potter.

Both boys face lit up, Black grabbing his belongings and running to the seat beside me.

“Morning (L/N),” Black muttered, throwing his books to the table and turning to give Potter a thumbs-up behind Lily's hair.

“I think you might be a little too excited.”

“This is his chance,” Black finally turned from the two and let his head fall to lay on the wooden desk.

“Do you understand what he’s saying?”

“Nope,” I looked at the boy, a smirk playing at his lips as he slowly picked up his head.

“You’re telling me you weren’t paying attention?”

“Yep,” I popped the “p” giving a sarcastic smile before flipping through the pages of the book.

“I thought you were a goody-two-shoes.”

“You thought wrong.”

He looked to me with a little smirk, this quill passing between his fingers.

“Where have you’ve been all my life?”

“Sirius!”

I laughed as I felt my body collapse into the Black Lake, my body dripping in freezing water. I let myself sink further down, playing a prank on him as he waited for me to come back up.

I heard his voice muffled like he was calling my name but I couldn’t tell as I held my breath a little longer. I was about to break the surface when I saw his body dive into the water. I let his arms wrap around me as he pulled me up, my smile bright as soon as I reached the top. I took a few heavy breaths as he searched my face for god knows what.

“That wasn’t funny,” he mumbled, his arm still wrapped around me.

“It was hilarious,” I smiled, kicking off his leg and floating back to the rocks where our robes and my scarf laid. I turned, pulling myself out the water onto the rocks, Sirius at my side in seconds.

“You’re evil, vile even.”

I watched the water drip from his long dark locks, my eyes so fixated on it I didn’t notice him messing with my scarf until he turned around with him wearing it. The bright green color was wrapped around his neck, one I had found at a shop years ago but it suited him better than I ever could.

“Hand it to me?” I held my hand out waiting for the scarf but it never came.

“It’s mine until you learn to behave,” he spoke with a cocky grin, hiding the yarn behind his back as I stood up reaching for it. He ducked my hand, laughing at my bored face.

“Sirius gave it back,” I reached again but this time became closer to me, letting his lips rest on mine. My head started spinning but I quickly let my lips mold with his, my scarf long forgotten at this point.

“Oi, he did it!”

I slowly took my lips from him, looking over to the castle to see the other three of his little group waving at us, Lily standing beside Remus and James with a little smile playing at her lips.

“I’m afraid we’ve been caught, love.”

“Look at it!”

Sirius spun around in the center of the small apartment, his arms wide as he looked to the dirty walls and what looked to be a bloodstain on the floor.

“I see,” I spoke lightly, careful not to bust his ego in the moment.

“It’s three minutes from Moony, five minutes from Wormtail, and a direct Floo to Prongs,” he spoke with a little giggle, running up to my side and wrapping his arm around my shoulder with a kiss to the side of my face.

“It’s something,” I still couldn’t get over the bloodstain in the carpet and what looked to be a knife stuck in the wall little ways over.

“I know it’s a mess, but it just needs love like I did.”

I looked up at him, admiring the way he looked to the way with shiny new eyes. He always was much better at these things, the optimism of the relationship.

“Yeah, he can get a nice couch-” I pointed to the wall with the small curve in it.

“An L-couch, I looked it up cause I know you like sitting in corners. It can be blue, I like blue couches,” he skipped to the wall I pointed at, letting his hands run over the paint.

I smiled at his excitement and the way he knew the little things about me that I barely knew of myself.

“I like that,” I set my bag to the side and slowly walked up beside him.

“I think we should do black walls because one day you’ll have my last name and we need to keep the same energy,” he spoke as if the idea of marriage wasn’t some crazy idea.

“You want to share a last name?”

“Why of course, why else would I have stuck with you this long?”

He smiled down at me, that same cocky smile from those days at Hogwarts still played at his lips.

“Well, we have a war on th-”

“No talk of war in our new apartment,” he held a finger up to my lips, smiling as he turned to me and slowly backed me up til my back hit the wall.

“I-”

“Hush now, let’s look at where I’ll be living with the love of my life,” he turned back to my side and opened his arm to the room.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst with him.

“Look at these Polaroid!”

James came running around the corner, the pickles Lily asked for nowhere to be seen as he carried a box with stickers on it.

“Oi, blimey,” Peter jumped up, grabbing the box from James and opening it to see a box full of muggle Polaroid they’ve been taking since first year.

“It’s Sirius when he got glasses,” Remus held a Polaroid of Sirius sitting on his bed in his dorm with square-shaped glasses sitting on his nose.

“You wear glasses!” I reached for the photo, Sirius jumped for it but Remus held it back until my fingers were close enough to grab.

“That was second year,” he reached around me for it but I turned closer to Lily and her baby bump to look over the photo better.

He looked horrible mad, which made sense. I looked to the bottom that wrote ‘Sirius Nerd Phase’ and a small giggle fell past my lips.

“They’re for reading!” He finally got the photo from between my fingers, shoving it in his coat pocket most likely to burn.

“I found (Y/N) and Sirius when he brought her to the dorm,” James held up, showing Lily as I leaned over to get a look. I had all of Sirius's blankets wrapped around my body as Sirius had a pillow he was using as a blanket while he sat staring at me.

“You still steal the blankets,” he whispered in my ear, the smirk obvious in his voice as I smiled at the sight.

“I can’t help it, you fell in love with a blanket theft.”

“Whooo!”

I held my hands reach to the air in the convertible James let us borrow for the trip downtown. I heard Sirius giggle from beside me as we drove down the street with a smile across my face.

“I love this car, think James will want it back?” I turned to Sirius who was watching me as his eyes filtered back to the road every so often to make sure no cars came out of nowhere.

“He’ll sell it soon with the baby but I don’t think I can give my dear motorcycle up love,” he spoke gently, like you would when telling a baby no to the candy in the store.

“So you don’t want to see this image for the rest of your life?” I lifted my eyebrows at him while giving a great big smile.

“Trust me it’s drawn into my brain forever,” he reached over waiting for a kiss, the car still flying through the air as he waited for me. I reached for him but my eyes filtered to the bright red light not far above us.

“Red light!”

Sirius looked up, slamming on breaks as soon as he saw it. A giant truck flew past us as soon as the car stopped, I felt my hand reach for my heart as I let my breathing steady out.

“Sorry love wasn’t paying attention,” he mumbled out, guilt-filled. I only nodded and let myself calm from the almost accident.

“We definitely can keep this car.”

“Shit!”

I slammed my hand to the table, my eyes watering at the thought of the last meeting, knowing Lily and James and Alice and Frank were now going into hiding to be safe.

“Love?”

Sirius walked into the kitchen, his eyes soft for the first time in months. With the war coming up the trust he had in everyone was slowly dissipated and he felt far away so seeing him look at me with emotions felt weird.

“Hey, sorry,” I let my thumb wipe my tears, looking at the clock that read 3:28 and I felt bad for waking him up with my sniffling and anger.

“It’s fine,” he slowly walked around the counter, watching me as I turned to the fridge and opened the door to look at the empty box of cold air.

“I’ll be quiet,” I mumbled back when I felt his arms wrap around me, I was amazed as he barely touched me anymore.

“Come to bed, yeah?”

“In a minute,” I still couldn’t bring myself to sleep and I knew he’d watch me until I did.

He waited with his arms still around my waist, a small tune humming between his lips when he started swaying.

“Sirius-”

“Dance with me like we did when I proposed,” he whispered gently in my ear, bringing a shiver up my spine at how cold his breath was. I thought about it for a minute before turning in his arms and letting him sway us side to side.

When I felt tears reach my eyes I buried my head into his collar bone, small chuckles rubbed his chest.

“Stop acting as I’ve never seen you cry.”

“You act weird when I do,” my voice was muffled on his skin and I felt his gon ridge for a second before he calmed down.

“Hate to see you cry is all.”

Nothing was said as the only light that filled the room was from the fridge as we swayed back and front until I slowly fell asleep in his arms.

“Oh don’t go there!”

Sirius pointed a nasty finger at my chest, his once warm grey eyes cold as they color itself.

“I wouldn’t have too if you started trusting someone once in a while,” I felt the anger in my chest bubble but attempted to stay calm for his sake.

“Remus is a werewolf for crying out loud-”

“You act as he asked for it!”

He let his finger drop, his eyes full of hurt as he watched me.

“You’re sleeping with him,” his voice wasn’t even a question like he knew the answer.

“Oh my Merlin Sirius, no I’m not sleeping with your best mate-”

“James is my best mate, Remus is a traitor,” he mumbled the words, looking at me with wild eyes.

“He’s not a traitor, we don’t know who the mole is yet!”

“Oh my you are sleeping with him,” he dropped the paper that was once rolled in his hand to the floor and let his finger run through his hair.

“I’m not sleeping with him, I haven’t slept with anyone in months because apparently you don’t want to touch me anymore,” I felt the anger overflow with each word, tired of all these stupid fights were kept having.

“Oh so you’re horny so you sleep with him,” he spat out the words like venom, slowly walking closer to me with each word.

“Stop talking about him like that! He’s been your best friend for years even when you lost everything he stood right there and you’re going to backstab him? What are you going to do to me?”

I was roaring with anger, stepping closer to me with each step I took as I looked to him with anger.

“Is your plan to get me pregnant and run? Maybe ruin my reputation in the wizarding world with my dirty secrets?”

“Shut up (Y/N)-”

“Gonna beat me like mommy did you,” I wished I had stopped talking at that moment but it was too late.

“Get the hell out of this house.”

I didn’t fight, turning to grab my coat and ran out the door. I slammed the door and looked to the wall outside, my breath heavy as I ran to the phone box to call Remus, hoping for a place to stay.

“Merlin.”

I sat on Remus' bed, my eyes heavy as I read the letter in my hand from Sirius.

Dear (L/N),

I revoke my proposal, please send the ring back as it’s a family heirloom and has no business in a nasty hag finger-like yours.

From, you should know unless you have multiple proposals

Remus sat beside me, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder with sad eyes as he read the letter himself.

“I’ve sent three letters apologizing and I even went to him himself,” I spoke with a shaky voice, slowly dragging the ring from my finger as I read the letter again just to make sure it was his handwriting and this wasn’t a cruel prank from James.

“Stakes are high right now, once this war is over he’ll be waiting for you.”

I tried to listen to his words but all I could focus on was the fact that all that love we once shared was fake like it wasn’t real anymore.

“I’m sorry about the bite, I was aiming for the rat.”

Sirius had the red-headed boy arm around him as he helped carry him from the shake.

“Hey, Moon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you’ve spoken to- uhm her?”

Remus was taken aback by the question, as he never thought he’d speak about the two in the same sentence ever again.

“After the Order broke she left for the states, haven’t spoken since.”

Sirius said nothing as they reached the end of the tunnel, sitting the boy down before looking to the Black Lake quickly. His heart broke as he knew that they'd kissed moons ago.

“Maybe you can write her-” Remus' voice sounded far away as he walked to the edge to look to the castle, where he’d meet everyone who ever meant something to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the air, hoping to carry his voice to the state for her to hear because she deserves that much.

“Wow.”

Harry sat in amazement as I finished the many stories from Remus and I about his godfather, waiting in his empty house for the rest of the Order to arrive.

“He was on a trip,” I spoke in a cracked voice, Remus rubbing my knee as the emotions started hitting me. If only I came back a year earlier I could have seen him one last time, maybe I’d save him or maybe we’d run away together.

“He always knew what to say, you know.”

Remus picked up, sharing a few stories he felt Harry should know for the sake of the missing piece of him.

“He loved wearing another sweater,” Remus laughed at the distant memories when I fell into a loud fit of giggles.

“I never got that stupid scarf back, that bright green one with the flowers from the Black Lake,” I spoke most to Remus as he would remember it better than Harry.

“Green scarf?”

I nodded, smiling at his pleased face when he turned around with it hanging from his neck like a fashion show. Harry stood up quickly for where we sat on the floor, running to the cupboard under the stairs and looking through a box.

I couldn’t see what was in his hand until he turned back to the once-living room with it in his hand.

I felt my hand fly to my mouth, looking at that stupid scarf that Harry held between his fingers, still as bright as the day he stole it from me.

“It has something on it,” Harry walked to us, holding the scarf to me which I was scared to touch. The smallest piece of me hoped that touching it would bring him back like his soul was stuck to it or something.

I took the soft material from his hands, my brain working a mile a minute as I looked to the rolled-up letter that was pinned to the bottom of the scarf.

I quickly unpinned it, taking the parchment in-between my own fingers and read over the words that looked rushed.

Dear Goody Two Shoes,

You learned how to behave so I thought best to stick to one of my promises to you. I also returned the ring because it doesn’t fit on anyone’s finger as it did on yours, you were never a hag. Enjoy this photo and you better never show it to a soul.

From, Your Love

I felt tears stream down my face, looking at the old ring that was taped to the bottom of the parchment with the Polaroid of his beside it.

“Oh Merlin Rem, he kept it all,” my voice was strained as I spoke, Remus moved to sit beside me and brought me to his side.

Oh, Merlin, I remembered it all too well.

im horrible at angst so i’m sorry this is kinda a mess

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lyricalimerence · 4 years

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10 Things I Hate About You • 001

masterlist • 001, 002, 003... coming soon

Chapter One — The Rule

summary: jj & rafe talk w/ the dean, regular expositional stuffs

word count: 1618

warnings: a singular swear word, sexual innuendos & use of euphemisms for terms used in writing smut, allusions to underage drug use.

a/n: i hope this chapter isn't boring 😔 but yALL IM BEYOND EXCITED TO START THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA KDJD

The Kildare County High School of the Outer Banks in North Carolina is a tale of two cities. The Kooks and the Pogues each have their metaphorically crowned Princes and Princesses, and separate castes in their social hierarchies walking the halls. As one Kook Princess, Kacey Brooks, violently rips a poster advertising the Spring Fling dance off the bulletin board, the Pogue Prince, JJ Maybank, and the Kook Prince, Rafe Cameron, are just about to run into each other in the doorway of the Dean’s office.

The Dean is a thin woman with a raspy voice. She’s snappy, vulgar, and in the midst of writing plotless, and pointless, smut into a novel.

JJ is sat on the opposite side of the Dean's desk, starting at the HP emblem etched into the back of her computer, the clacking of the keyboard keys echoed through the office. He knew why he landed himself there, he just wished she would let him go already. She wanted him gone, he wanted him gone, cut out the middleman and let him leave. The Dean wanted to write out graphic ( and disturbing ) sex scenes, and JJ wanted to get to the quad where he could watch Gracie Brooks from afar in between second and third period.

The Dean carefully closed her laptop, her thin, almost witchy fingers treating her creative medium with more respect than she's ever shown the students of Kildare County. Tapping her thick, pink framed glasses up the tanned bridge of her crooked nose, her eyes settled on JJ. He leant backwards in his chair, tipping precariously on its back legs. He looked the same as he always did when he came face to face with the Dean; a heather grey Coors t-shirt with the sleeves cut off draped over his shoulders—the emblem on the center of his shirt was problematic in itself—, navy blue cargo shorts hung relatively low from his hips, but not enough that he was showing anymore than anyone wanted to see, and his black combat boots left black treds on the tile flooring from the rubber soles. Tousled blond tendrils of hair were more or less disheveled than usual as they curled around his forehead, shading his cerulean eyes that were watching the Dean expectantly.

“Alright, Maybank. You’ve been absent the past week.” She picked up the file that was placed next to her closed laptop, a single piece of printer paper sticking out of the manila folder. her eyes scanned the corner of the paper, just soaking in the most surface level information as to why JJ Maybank was sitting in her office—again.

He nodded slightly, just barely dipping his chin in acknowledgement. “Yes, Ma’am. Do you wanna know—” JJ knew their conversation wouldn't last much longer. The Dean wanted him in and out. She had to mark that the student was in her office as part of her job description, but she didn't actually have to offer them advice or discipline.

“That’s enough. I’m sure this will happen again, just don’t be so obvious next time.” The Dean, who JJ knew by first name ( they were that well acquainted ), stood out of her chair to shoo the blond out of her small workspace she grew to call… her imaginative corner. The needy, shit-for-brains teenagers that were in and out of the place all day were ruining the “aura.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Ma’am.” JJ replied as he turned on his boot-clad heel through the doorway, only to come face-to-face with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince in all his Ralph Lauren polo glory. It wasn’t that JJ was short—he wasn’t at six feet tall—, but Rafe had two inches of height up on him. Even in a metaphorical sense, Rafe seemingly always had the upper hand. Whether it was from a financial, familial, or even school performance standpoint.

So, with a pointed glare ( that was returned by Rafe ), JJ stepped through the doorway, eager to rid himself of the Cameron boy's presence before he threw a punch for no reason besides intuition.

The Dean looked up as JJ walked away, leaving Rafe to turn in towards the interior of the office, a smirk that was bound to stick on his face like a silly childhood white lie, pulling at the corner of his lips. “Rafe Cameron,” her scratchy voice drawled as she dropped her clipboard about a foot onto her desk, letting the clattering sound echo. Rafe didn’t bother with the formalities of sitting down, he, like JJ, knew he would be in and out before he could say the words, “Outer Banks.”

“I see we’re making these visits a weekly ritual.”

“Only so I can see you, Ma’am.” His smirk widened into a sarcastic grin. Despite being so, outlandishly different, Rafe and JJ were uncannily the same. Even in ways they wouldn’t be caught dead with another person knowing about. “Should I play our collection of Frank Ocean songs?”

“Very clever, Rage.” She exaggerated her calling him Rage, his name was so close to the word and the word described almost his entire personality. The Dean relished in the irony. She picked up another manila folder, flipping through the papers inside she looked back towards the boy with disdain. “Says here you snorted coke in the cafeteria?”

Rafe sighed, what it said was absolutely the truth, but he couldn’t get by without putting at least a little effort in. “I was joking, I was pretending to do a bump when it was just salt.”

“Salt?” The Dean walked towards Rafe ready to push him out of her office, although the snorting of coke started turning gears in her crude brain. “That had to burn going down didn’t it? Next time, do it in the bathroom. Now, adios!”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Rafe left the Dean’s office, where she was opening up her laptop once more, muttering to herself, “Snorting coke...high sex? Bump, sounds modern.”

. . .

In the heart of the quad, as the wind picked up, blowing the remnants of an oceanic breeze across the grounds of the high school, JJ fell into step with his best friend—John B. Neither had materials needed for class. John B had a piece of paper stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts, and JJ was going off maybe having a pen or pencil in the amalgam of beer bottle caps and the paper with which he handrolls his joints jingling in one of the various pockets in his cargo shorts. Groups of people stand in their own, small congregations. There are the basic beauts—the Kook girls and guys that have nothing going for them besides their looks. Their parents make good money, enough to stay on Figure Eight, the rich side of the island, but not enough for them to be extraordinary in any feat. There are the surfers; they are Cut’s pride and joy. They adorn their lockers with stickers and listen to reggae music in the halls. One of the only groups in school that intermingled between social classes, that is to say the only group that blurred the line between Kook and Pogue, are the stoners. Lots of smoking weed, but sometimes someone can rope in something stronger. Normally, it was cocaine, considering the expansive market for the drug in the Outer Banks.

John B and JJ found another one of their close friends, Pope. The three Pogues were in their own little world, talking amongst themselves about possible storms heading in that would create surges perfect to surf when Gracie Brooks and her best friend, Arianna Chavez passed them. JJ’s attention was immediately caught. He was like a fish and whenever he talked to Gracie, saw Gracie, hell, whenever he interacted with her in any way, he would take the bait on the fishing rod. She was like a magnet, albeit, she didn’t quite return his feelings.

Gracie is one of Figure Eight’s finest. Her mother split a few years ago, and neither Gracie, nor her older sister Kacey Brooks, have told anyone why. Steve Brooks—Kacey and Gracie’s father—is an obstetrician, and one of the very few on the island. That in itself racks in quite the salary for the two Kook princesses to spend.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, as the two girls passed him.

Gracie continued to preach the differences between “like” and “love” via the analogy of her high-top Converse to her Doc Martens. Arianna nodded her head in agreement. While there was just something about Gracie, whether it be her cookie-cutter looking exterior in short dresses or her allusions to a deeper meaning behind her relationships with her shoes, there was also something about Arianna. Before she became best friends with Gracie, she was more outgoing, more talkative, more eloquent with her words, but Gracie’s influence changed that, and if the universe was any indication, it seldom sure that Arianna would revert back to her pre-Gracie self after her influence is gone.

“Dude, you know the rule.” John B said, tugging on JJ’s shoulder as the blond sixteen-year-old almost followed Gracie, like he couldn't help but just be pulled into her wake. It was true, JJ did know the rule. It was widely known that the Brooks sisters Do Not Date. In Kacey’s freshman year, the rule was widely condemned by the male population until halfway through the year something snapped. She was no longer just another Kook Princess with preppy sundresses and vintage Reeboks. Now, all the fuss was on Gracie. Every guy was vying for her attention. She simply relished in the attention, and all JJ could do was pine quietly until graduation. Or, he could meddle. There was always that.

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✏ My fact is that I have an obsession with Lisa Frank stickers and art even though I'm almost 17. The title I have for you is; "Eyes as bright as the stars and heart as big as the sun" sorry if it's to long, I can send a different one instead.

I did switch up the title. Hope you don’t mind. I was really inspired by it, so I didn’t want something else.

It turned out to be a bit longer than a “short” story. Hope you Enjoy!!

The Sun, the Stars and the Moon // Tom Holland

Tom stirred in his sleep. Frustrating images flashed before his eyes before he jumped up, waking himself up. His hand reached up to his heart, while the other for the hand of (Y/N). She didn’t even budge, her chest rising and falling slowly as she breathed calmly in her sleep. The opposite of Tom. He had to close his eyes and count to ten before his breathing stabilized. The hand clutching on to his heart stopped shaking. His skin felt clammy and cold.

(Y/N) turned, still sleeping. Tom let go of her hand so she could fall to her side more comfortably. He loved watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and sweet. Her hair falling around her face perfectly, enveloping the pillow her head was resting on.

With his face in his hands, Tom fell back into his own pillow. He exhaled deeply. There was no need to worry. Everything was great. He was still in bed, the love of his life right next to him. It was just a stupid night terror. Just like the ones he used to have when he was younger. He had to just shake it off and go back to sleep.

Only he couldn’t. Half an hour later, and Tom was still wide awake. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cute snores of his girlfriend. It wasn’t even that bad, he thought. The problem now was that after the long period of just laying, not doing anything, his mouth had gotten incredibly dry. He needed a drink.

Careful not to made any harsh noises to wake (Y/N) up, Tom pulled off the sheets from his body and got up. The warm summer air felt tight around him. Quickly, but quietly, Tom walked towards the door and opened it hoping it wouldn’t crack this time. He only turned on the light in the hallway after he had closed the door. His eyes had to take a moment to get used to the brightness. Once they did though, he walked to the kitchen, still as quiet as he possibly could.

When he finally reached the kitchen Tom didn’t bother turning on the lights in there. He knew his way around that part of the house perfectly and, anyway, there was still some light shining through from the corridor. He could see just fine.

That was proved wrong by the first step he took. When he stubbed his leg against a chair. It took everything in his body not to scream out in pain. He had to think of (Y/N). He didn’t want to wake her up at… Tom turned to look at the clock on the oven… At 12:49 am. This was going to be a long night. He knew it.

Ignoring the pain, Tom walked to the fridge. He opened it just to stare at it blankly, forgetting what he wanted to get in the first place. He closed it, a bit too hard. The loud smack made him cringe but also remember what he came to do. Drink, he needed something to drink. Tea? That’s what people drank when they couldn’t sleep, right?

The cupboard above his head flew open as Tom pulled at the handle. The smell of various sorts of tea that (Y/N) had bought over the months filled his nostrils. Not really thinking much about it, he picked one of her favorites. He got a mug and then poured some water in the boiler. Then, it was just a matter of a few minutes. A few minutes that Tom gladly took as an opportunity to search for a late night snack. He knew that they had some biscuits stashed somewhere.

Too busy looking for the sweets, he had almost missed the point where the water boiled to its max. The boiler whistled and Tom had to practically run from the other side of the kitchen to take it off its heater to make the noise stop. Why did kitchen appliances always have to be so loud?

Tom had to get over the fact now that there was a high chance that he woke up his lovely girlfriend. He poured the boiling water into the Spider-Man mug (a present she had given him for his birthday as a joke. But the joke really was on (Y/N), as it was definitely one of Tom’s favorite cups).

When the tea had brewed until it was dark brown, almost black, Tom poured some honey and lemon juice into it. Another thing he had caught up since living with (Y/N). he remembered the first time she had made tea for him and the new taste had definitely left an impression. Even with the lemon in it, the drink was still sweet and in a way that didn’t feel artificial at all.

“Besides, it’s really good for your throat.” she had said and then nudged him to drink the whole thing. Oh yeah, he had been feeling sick that day. He remembered.

With the tea ready, Tom leaned against a counter and took small sips, aware of the temperature of the beverage. It was silent. His body was warming up, but at the same time cooling down, everytime the tea would enter his mouth. Tom felt good. Completely forgetting the reason he had woken up in the first place.

There were soft footsteps in the hallway, and Tom’s muscles tensed. So, he did wake her up after all. (Y/N) turned the corner. Only wearing one of his shirts, barely covering anything really. He saw that before she went out to find him, she had put her hair up in a loose ponytail. She rubbed her eyes lazily and even through a big yawn, Tom managed to make out her words: “Babe? What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just getting a drink. Go back to sleep.” He nodded off into the direction of their shared bedroom. (Y/N) shook her head in response and did the opposite of what he had suggested. The pitter patter of her bare feet against the hardwood floor announcing that she was walking over to him.

“No, it’s cold in there without you.” she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her chin on his chest so she could look up into his eyes. He gave her a light kiss and she hummed into it. “Hmmm, you taste like honey.” she smiled.

“Do I now?” Tom laughed. She nodded happily, pouting her lips slightly so he would kiss her again. And that is exactly what he did. Their lips brushed against each other with that passion that only two people who deeply loved each other shared. Tom could feel his heart beat faster when she smiled into the kiss. He put down the cup, hoping that he actually did it on the counter and not in mid-air. Now he could cup her face with both his hands.

(Y/N) squealed at his touch. He pulled away and looked worried into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re hand,” she giggled, “It’s hot.” There was a joke he wanted to make about being hot, but (Y/N)’s lips were on his again, silencing him for good. With every second they shared together, Tom fell in love with a bit more. He didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, but he truly did. To both of their dismay, he pulled away from her once again. With a spark in his eyes, he said: “Let’s go for a ride.”

“Now? It’s 1 in the morning.” her laugh was mesmerizing. Together with her touch and her beautiful eyes right in front of him, his legs were like jelly.

“So? C’mon let’s go on an adventure.” He gave her a playful Inuit-kiss.

“Okay, fine. Where do you wanna go?” Before Tom could answer she did it for him, “Ooh, I know, let’s go to an empty field!”

“Oh, how romantic of you,” Tom said sarcastically. “What do you plan on doing there? Killing me?”

“For your information, Thomas, if I would ever murder you, it would be the most romantic murder in the history of… murders.” Tom laughed at her comment. “And yeah, I do think that my idea could be rather romantic, actually.” She let go of his waist to cross her arms.

“An empty field? Please enlighten me how that is romantic.” He mirrored her actions. She smirked, accepting the challenge.

“It’s August, shooting star season! We can go to a dark field and watch the stars. Who knows, maybe we will see something.” It annoyed Tom how good she was. This did sound romantic. He hated how she was always right.

“Okay, yeah. That sounds nice. Let’s go.” he took her hand, pulling her back into the bedroom to get dressed, leaving the cup of tea completely forgotten.

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After a half hour of driving through some little roads away from the city, they finally arrived at a deserted field. Not a sign of human life around. It was pitch black. The only real source of light was the white moon above their heads. The clear summer sky was perfect for a night of stargazing.

They got out of the car and lay down on the bonnet. They lay there, hand in hand, her head resting against his shoulder, looking up at the stars, waiting for the comets to fly by. They lay in silence. A pleasant one. Because they didn’t need to talk for the other person to know that they loved them.

It didn’t even take that long before the first star passed their eyes. It was big, leaving a light blue tail behind in the sky.

“What did you wish for?” she asked, still looking up at the stars, not seeing that Tom was looking at her, pouring all the love he had for her out right there.

“It won’t come true if I tell you that,” he answered. Even in the darkness, he could see her roll her eyes.

“Fine, do you think it will come true, though?”

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” he slid down the hood of the car onto the ground. (Y/N) sat up. Not that she could see him any better if she did. Tom still appreciated it. It gave him the possibility to stand in between her legs. She put her arms around his neck. They shared one long kiss before she let him speak his mind.

“Alright, here it goes. Honestly, I had a whole different thing planned for this, but when you kissed me - back home in the kitchen - I couldn’t wait for a second longer. Every moment that I am with you, I fall in love all over again. With your smile, your quirky little habits, your lips, your body, your personality… everything. You are everything to me and I love you.”

“I love you too.” he knew she was smiling. He didn’t have to see it to know. He heard it in her whisper.

“I love how your eyes are brighter than any star that is above us and how your heart is bigger and warmer than the sun. You are the kindest, funniest, sweetest person I have ever met.” He put his hands on her hips so he could pick her up from the car. She swung her legs around him and started giggling. With a turn to the left, so they were parallel to the car, he put her down.

“I’ve already said it before and hopefully you will let me say it till the end of our lives because that is how long I want to be with you. For always and forever. (Y/F/N), will you make me the luckiest man alive and be my wife?” He waited for an answer. It seemed like an eternity. His eyes had gotten pretty used to the darkness so he could make out the shape of her face and the faint features of it. He tried to look for an expression. Any sign of feelings.

But before she could respond, there was a flash of bright light. So pure that it almost blinded him. Everything turned white in front of him. His head hit something. But it wasn’t hard. In fact, it was as soft as a pillow. Simply because it was.

He opened his eyes just to be greeted with Harry's. “Finally, you’re awake. Been trying to get you up for the last twenty minutes. Gotta go get ready for set.” He walked away, leaving Tom extremely confused. Where was (Y/N)? Where was he? What happened to the field they were on?

Only when he looked out the window did he realize what was going on.

The New York skyline greeted him, the rising sun breaking through the steel jungle of buildings. Yes, now he remembered, he was in America, shooting his upcoming movie. Of course, everything that happened was just a dream. He had said goodbye to his best friend, (Y/N), a week ago in Venice, when she flew back home to London. Still not knowing anything about Tom’s true feelings for her.

The End

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toogoodmusic · 6 years

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TOO GOOD TUESDAY INTERVIEW: New Chums

New Chums may be a Phoenix based band but their roots extend from all over the country. The foursome includes Seth from California, Ben from Boston, Matt from Nashville and Cassandra from Michigan. Their diverse backgrounds have come together to form this indie rock band that is still riding the wave of the release of their debut EP, See It For Myself. The EP brings together big energy, heavy guitars and shining vocals that come together to form a sound that is both unique and familiar at the same time. Lucky for Too Good Music, the foursome recently took some time to answer some questions about the EP as well as their song, “Come On Come On.” They also discuss how they promoted their EP in a vending machine, what they would like to see before they die and much more below!

TOO GOOD MUSIC: So diving right into it, how did you guys come up with the name New Chums?

SETH (vocals/guitar): I got the name New Chums when I was on holiday in Sydney, Australia. I was in a history museum when I read a placard that described how when new prisoners were arriving in the Sydney harbor the current prisoners would say, ‘The New Chums are here.’ Something about the idea of random people coming together as New Chums resonated with me. When I was putting the band together, and seeing how none of the band members knew each other when we started the band, the name New Chums only seemed fitting.

TGM: Interesting! So yeah going off that idea, you guys are from all over the country…how did you guys all meet and end up becoming a band?

MATT (guitar): Yea, like Seth said, no one knew each other before the band. All of us moved to Arizona over the past few years for various reasons, so we are all transplants to this area. Since I was new to town, I had just put up an online ad if anyone needed a guitar player for some paid gigs to reach out. Seth ended up emailing me and sending me a few of their early recordings. I liked what I heard and thought my guitar playing could really fill up their sound as there weren’t really extra guitar parts on the demos. We met up and jammed and got along really well, so that’s how it began for me. Same thing with Ben before me and then the 3 of us auditioned Cassandra a few months after I joined and it all clicked. So the current line-up formed pretty quickly and then 2 months later we went into the studio to record our first EP together.

TGM: Speaking of the EP what was the inspiration behind “Come On, Come On” and what does that song mean to you guys?

SETH: To me, “Come On, Come On” is about the overall feeling it leaves you with. That feeling is going to be different for everyone who hears the song but my hope is that it fills people with energy and excitement, especially at a live show, and keeps them coming back as our shows get bigger and better. What does “Come On, Come On” mean to us? Hopefully it means we’ll be cashing huge paychecks in the not-so-distant future. We can be a little sarcastic and dry if you can’t tell…

TGM: Ha! I can see that. Continuing on the EP, its titled See It For Myself – what is something that you’d like to see for yourself, in person before you die?

CASSANDRA (bass): On a large scale, I'd like to see the end of "us vs. them" mentality that seems to be pervasive right now. We are more alike than different, so I'd enjoy seeing people realize that and take a breath from all the narrow-minded BS. Smaller scale (and admittedly more selfish), I'd like to see a large venue filled with people who are singing along with all our songs.

SETH: A world tour with The Killers. Is that too much to ask for?

BEN (drums): I, personally, love seeing new countries. I’d love for the band to be able to travel overseas and play a bunch of shows. Touring elsewhere is a ton of fun, and it’d be a blast with this group.

MATT: I just had my first daughter 5 months ago, so I’ll be mushy and say I’d love to live to walk her down the isle at her wedding someday. Also, of course, along with the guys, I’d just love to get to the point where we were headlining tours and had a strong, sustainable fanbase across the US and abroad.

TGM: When you released your EP, you did it in a clever way involving vending machines. Can you tell more about the story behind that and how that happened?

CASSANDRA: First, you pour all your energy and focus into writing and arranging songs that you really like. Then you pour all your energy and focus into recording those songs, making them sound as good as they can. When you finally have that recording in your hands, you need to pour all your energy and focus into getting it into other peoples' hands. You do that any and every way you can; selling CDs at shows isn't enough, you need to reach wider. We had access to a vending machine at a large sports complex, so we threw a few copies in there, put a sticker on the outside of the machine that said "Support Local Music! You won't regret it" and we sold all the copies of our EP that we put in there. It helped break up the monotony of asking friends/fans to buy it via social media and in person at our shows. It's fun to think that people who didn't know our band, haven't seen us live, bought our EP in a vending machine and may be driving around listening to us right now.

TGM: Ha! That is really cool and what an interesting way to promote an EP and I bet the people that didn’t know you before and bought the EP enjoyed what they heard. With that being said how would you describe your sound?

SETH: I’d say our sound is guitar driven with an emphasis on great tones, big hooks and melodies you can’t get out of your head. We spend a lot of time fine-tuning our songs so there’s a unique element to each individual song. The blank canvas of the melody over a single guitar lends itself for interpretation to the rest of the band members and we all collaborate on it from there to ultimately develop what it blossoms into.

TGM: Let’s dive deeper into that - what is your writing process like? Is it more collaborative or individual?

MATT: Seth will typically bring a chord progression and lyrics already in tact for a song. Sometimes, we will just begin jamming on a brand new song in full rehearsals and just all start hashing parts in real time. Mostly though, Seth and I will sit down and I’ll begin writing guitar parts off of his original structure so we at least have a general map of what the guitars will do going into full band rehearsals. From there, we begin jamming on it full band and songs can go all sorts of different directions with everyone just throwing out ideas as they come. With the end product being very collaborative, each new song usually take several weeks in rehearsals to finalize. It’s crazy sometimes to hear how much dynamically or arrangement wise some of our songs end up from where they started at that first rehearsal. That’s the cool thing about writing and creating together, also being patient and working on a song until it feels right to everyone.”

TGM: I saw that you guys performed on the main stage at the Mesa Music Festival in Arizona - what was that like? Any interesting stories from that festival?

BEN: It was hot and sweaty like rock n roll should be! The only real surprise for that show was actually finding and getting to the stage. It was our own little Spinal Tap moment. Overall, that was a fun one to play, though. Big stages are cool, and in some ways, are easier to play than smaller ones.

TGM: If you could headline one festival which one would it be?

MATT: I’d say Bonnaroo or Lollapalooza would be incredible

TGM: Those would be great - Bonnaroo is a favorite of mine so I’ll definitely have to make it out there if you guys headline! Individually, if you could only listen to (5) artists/bands for the rest of your life who would they be?

CASSANDRA: Wow, that's a tough question and I will be second-guessing my answer for weeks: 1) Elvis Costello and the Attractions 2) Cheap Trick 3) Frank Turner 4) Jimmy Eat World 5) Butch Walker

MATT: Weezer, Jimmy Eat World, The Beach Boys, MXPX and Copeland

SETH: In no particular order: Gerardo, Milli Vanilli, Chumbawamba, Smash Mouth, The Beatles (winks)

BEN: This is always a tough one to answer. There’s the Beatles that will always be timeless rock music and should be included. Further than that, though, I’d guess I’d want to find 4 other artists/bands that change things up a lot from record to record because I get bored easily. I think I’d just probably go crazy listening to only 5 bands.

TGM: And last but not least what does the rest of 2018 look like for you?

MATT: We will be staying busy playing mostly regional shows and a few Festivals through the Fall. There is always new music we are working on and have been playing a new song out about every 2 or 3 shows. So just keep writing and gearing up for our next run in the studio, no time table set on that yet.

A HUGE shout-out to Ben, Cassandra, Matt & Seth of New Chums for taking the time to answer some questions from Too Good Music! Be sure to keep up with them and everything new with New Chums below:

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OJ - It’s Called A Hustle, Pt. I

Officer Aura Zurie is assigned to parking duty on her first day of work on the FPD. No one on the force takes her seriously due to her being a cell-virus hybrid and see her as nothing more than a useless organism with a pretty face and smokin’ hot bod. To make matters worse, she meets a rather handsome-looking virus whom she almost assumes the worst of because of how they treated her growing up yet thinks otherwise due to the circumstances. When she bails him out of a situation, she will soon come to face the severe mistake she just made.

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Aura had just finished her quota of assigned parking for the day (her vehicle included), when she noticed a tall red virus with dreads and a long black trench coat walking on the opposite side the street. The virus proceeded to follow a random unsuspecting cell into a rather old building of an ice cream shop. She became suspicious of what he might try to pull in there, so she took the liberty in pursuing him. When she gets inside, she comes to find the place runned by germs and bacteria serving their own kind and giving a few cells “special discounts”. As she sees the virus approach the counter, the germ running the counter starts to get a little hostile seeing as how viruses are quite known for starting trouble and the establishment was a “no virus” zone.

Germ Vendor: (gruffly) Look here, buddy. I don’t know whatcha doin’ skulkin’ around in daylight hours but I don’t want any trouble in here. So hit the road!!

Thrax: (suavely) Look, baby. I don’t want any trouble either. All I want is to simply purchase your largest container of (enunciates) “ice cream” for my little boy

Aura: (prepares to use her viral taser when she notices a small virus child dressed in a bacteria-like costume right next to him, looking back at her sweetly)

Thrax: (kneels down to the child, smiling) You want the “chocolate” one, the “strawberry” one, or the “vanilla” one, little buddy?

Child: (cutely points to the vanilla vat)

Aura: (turns to leave, feeling guilty about her ill thoughts towards the virus) I am such a-

Germ Vendor: (crudely) Hey back up, kid!! Listen pal, there ain’t no fancy-schmancey virus ice cream joints in your neck of the woods?

Aura: (stops dead in her tracks, immediately turning back around upon hearing the disparaging remark)

Thrax: Oh trust me, baby, there are. But you see my boy, this goofy little skamper right here, loves all things Germ/Bacteria. Wants to be one when he grows up. Isn’t that adorable?

Child: (pulls antenna hood over his head, gives a fart-like toot through the nose of the hood) ~Poooot~

Aura: (stares at the adorable sight) Aww

Thrax: (pleadingly) Don’t crush the little guy’s dreams, right?

Germ Vendor: (getting annoyed, becomes abrupt) Look maybe you can’t read, but the sign says “WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO ANYONE!!!” Now beat it!!

Random Cell: (shoves past Thrax) You’re holdin’ up the line, bub!!

Child: (toots sadly) ~P-p-p-poooooooot~

Aura: (steps in the middle) Hello? Excuse me.

Germ Vendor: (rudely) Yo, toots, ya gonna have to wait ya turn like everybody else, meter maid.

Aura: (corrects him) Actually, I’m an officer. Just a quick question, are your customers aware that they’re getting slime, snot crust, and mucus with their Cookies n’ Cream?

Random Cell #2: (spits out ice cream upon hearing said question)

Germ Vendor: What are ya talkin’ about?

Aura: Well I don’t want to cause any trouble, but I believe scooping ice cream with ungloved tentacles is a Class-3 Health Code violation.

Tentacled Vendor: (hears this dropping the large scoop of ice cream, walking away while wiping his tentacles)

Thrax: (intrigued by the hybrid’s cunning charm and intelligence)

Aura: It’s kind of a big deal. Of course I could let you off with a warning if you glove those tentacles annnnd…I don’t knoooow…finish selling this nice father and his son your largest container of…… (looks to Thrax) What was it again?

Thrax: Vanilla ice cream, please?

Aura: Vanilla ice cream

Child: ~Poot~

Germ Vendor: (irritated) Fifty dollars

Thrax: Thanks, baby. (rummages his pockets) Oh no, can you believe that? I forgot my wallet. (chuckles) I swear I’d lose my own head if it wasn’t attached. (kneels down) Aww sorry, little buddy. Gotta be the worst birthday ever. Please, don’t be mad at me? (kisses the child’s forehead)

Aura: (heartbroken at the scene, grabs her wallet, gives the money to the vendor) Keep the change.

Aura, Thrax, and the child leave the shop with a large container of ice cream. Thrax stops to praise her unexpected generosity.

Thrax: (praising) Officer, I can not thank you enough. So kind. Can I pay you back?

Aura: Oh no, it’s my treat. Ya know, it just burns me up to see people’s backward attitude about viruses. And I just gotta say you are a great father and an…articulate fella!

Thrax: (smiles) Well that is high praise. It’s rare that I meet someone so non-patronizing. Miss…?

Aura: Zurie. Aura Zurie, Mister…?

Thrax: Thrax Roja (shakes her hand, kisses it suavely)

Aura: (smiles warmly, slightly blushing) And you, little guy. You wanna be a germ? You be a germ. Because this is the City of Frank where anyone can be anything. (places a badge sticker on the costume)

Child: ~Poooot~

Thrax: Heh funny, I tell him that all the time. Okay, two hands. (gives the smiling child the large vat) Now that’s a Birthday smile there. Give the nice officer a “Goodbye Toot Toot?”

Child: ~Poot-Poot~

Aura: (waves goodbye)

Aura went about the rest of the day with her parking duty. It was going well until she spotted the virus child she met earlier dragging the vat of ice cream to an abandoned house up the street. She sees him, Thrax, and several other germs under his employ unloading ice cream vats that were actually filled with drugs and the necessary ingredients for making said drugs. The ice cream shop was actually a cover-up operation for drug smuggling. After the cartons were emptied, they were sold arts and crafts stores with remnants of drugs and passed of as scented decorative cardboard. As if the drugging operation wasn’t bad enough, Thrax and his kid (actually a short adult virus named Fox) made a profit off the drugs sold to erratic cell junkies and found that she had been had. She was just fuming at the thought of being lied to and used once again, even more so by cells’ worst enemy. At the end of the day after all the work was done, Thrax, feeling proud of himself, paid each cohort’s individual payment with Fox getting a extra bonus for his part.

Thrax: Way to earn that diaper, Big Guy.

Fox: (takes his cash and hops in his pimped-out van)

Thrax: (teasingly) What? No kiss bye-bye for Big Daddy?

Fox: (spits out his pacifier, responds viciously) You kiss me tomorrow, I’ll bite your FACE OFF!! (pops on sunglasses before driving off) Ciao~

Thrax: (smiles smugly, and turns to see Aura with her arms crossed looking very upset)

Aura: (angrily) Well! I stood up for you, and lied to me. You liar!!

Thrax: It’s called a hustle, Sweetheart. And I’m not the liar. He is (points in the opposite direction)

Aura: (looks in the pointed direction, sees nothing, then turns back to see Thrax had disappeared) Hey! (runs after him) Alright, slick. You’re under arrest.

Thrax: (plays dumb) Really? For What?

Aura: Gee, I don’t know. How about selling an illegal product without a permit, transporting undeclared commerce across borough lines, false advertising-

Thrax: (whips out the permit and receipt, continues strolling with a smug look) Permit. Receipt of declared commerce. And I didn’t falsely advertise anything. Take care.

Aura: (points out) You told that cell those drug cartons were scented decorative cardboard pieces!

Thrax: That’s right. “Decorated cardboard.” With an random scent. Cardboard that is decorated. You can’t touch me, baby. I’ve been doin’ this since I was born (disappears in an oncoming crowd)

Aura: (eye twitches, following behind) You’re gonna want to refrain from calling me Baby.

Thrax: My bad. I just naturally assumed you came from some little bougie neighborhood in the Liver, no?

Aura: Uh, no! The rich neighborhoods are located from regions of the Heart to the Brain and I grew up in the outskirt slums of the Liver.

Thrax: (gets sarcastic) Ok, tell me if this story sounds familiar. Naive little bombshell born of seemingly both cells and viruses, blessed with good looks, has good grades, and big ideas decides, “Hey, look at me! I’m gonna move to the Big City where cells, germs, bacteria, and viruses all live in harmony and sing “Kumbaya.” (realistic tone) Only to find, whoopsie…we don’t all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop? Double whoopsie. She’s a meter maid. And whoopsie #3-sie, no one cares about her or her dreams. (turns the corner to an open fence) And soon enough, those dreams die and our little pheromone cell hybrid sinks into an emotional and literal squalor living in a box under a bridge until finally she has no choice but to go back home with that perfect round ass, impressive rack, and pretty face strutting all over the place to become…You’re from the Liver, is that what you said? (turns to look her straight in the eye) So how about a hooker. That sound about right?

Aura: (unbelievably shocked, feeling highly insulted still pursue him only to almost gets knocked into by a large germ but dodges, gasps) Oh!

Thrax: Careful now, baby, or it won’t be just your dreams getting crushed.

Aura: (runs in front of him) Hey! No one tells me what I can or can’t be. Especially not some asshole who never had the guts to try to be anything more than a drug lord!!

Thrax: (crouches down to her level) Alright, look. Everyone comes to the city thinking they can be anything they want. Well, you can’t. You can only be what you are. Sly virus, dumb pheromone.

Aura: (angrily states) I’m not a dumb pheromone.

Thrax: Right. (points down) And that’s not wet cement.

Aura: (finds herself sunk up to mid-calf in cement)

Thrax: (walks away) You’ll never be a real cop. You’re a cute meter maid though. Maybe a supervisor one day. Hang in there (disappears from sight with a smile)

Aura soon walked back home to her apartment complex with her cement-hardened feet. Thrax’s harsh and scarring words had cut deep into her core. She couldn’t help but realize every word he said about her was right. She sat down on the couch in her living room and turned on the clock radio, but the depressing music selection only made her feel worse. And a surprise video call from her adoptive parents, Ozzy and Leah, only made it even more depressing when they noticed she was a meter maid and not a real cop, making her safe from harm. She hated that they still treated her like a child and are never supportive of her dreams. Her day could not possibly get any worse.

Neighbor #1: Hey, buddy, turn down that depressing music.

Aura: (turns off the radio)

Neighbor #2: Leave the meter maid alone! Didn’t you hear her conversation? She feels like a failure!

Neighbor #1: Oh, shut up!

Neighbor #2: You shut up!

Neighbor #1: You shut up!

Neighbor #2: You shut up!

Aura: (groans) Tomorrow’s another day.

Neighbor #2: Yeah, but it might be worse!

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Engraved pt. 14

Masterpost <– Engraved 13 | Sheltered 2 –> | Chased 1 –> | Engraved 15 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 9770 Notes for updates: 40 Warnings: Fraud, some form of threatening, S.M.U.T. and not the fluffy king. swearing, piercings. Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: Okay so finally we got here, what all you (sorry) impatient bitches have been waiting for. Enjoy it, and kindly fuck off! For the nice people, let me know what you think i love you <3

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Your pov

She didn’t scare you but she took the words out of your mouth. You needed a few seconds to reply to her. Miyong was quite a lot shorter than you especially on those heels you were wearing. Hers were only 3 inches or so. “You’re Miyong? Jongin’s girlfriend?” you asked, putting the ball in her court. A blush spread out over her cheeks and she looked to the side. “I’m not his girlfriend, and with all the women, like you, clinging to him I don’t think he needs me.” She mumbled a bit, and you saw that she was disappointed, her gaze flickering to your friend. “Hey, I need to go to the bathroom, and it’s quite the walk. Mind accompanying another girl? I hate going alone.” You said, and she frowned at first but then nodded. You walked out in front of her a little, down the hallway that stated where the ladies room was. When you passed most people you slowed down to her speed. “What is a tattoo artist doing, as the date of Kim Minseok?” she asked, looking at you.

“How do you know my profession?” you inquired. “Jongin told me, I saw a picture of you in his phone.” You looked down at her, quirking an eyebrow. “You were snooping?” “He left it open, I just wanted to delete that stupid selfie I took.” “Cute.” You mumbled, and she heard. “What?” “Nothing.” “Can I be frank with you?” she said, and there was a waver of uncertainty in her voice that made you uneasy. You nodded. “What are you guys playing at here? I mean, I recognise at least 3 people from Jongin’s phone outside of you. The guard at the balcony, Minseok, and the tall lanky boy. Is it really such a coincidence that he’s friends with all of you or am I seeing things?” The comment was like ice cold water down your veins, you had to fix this, but there was no fixing. She was on to you. Lawyers were hard to deal with, they saw things regular people didn’t. They’re investigators, they spot lies and hints like detectives. “Follow me.” You took her arm, maybe a bit rough, and pulled her into the bathroom. You locked the door and she looked so frightened like she was about to scream. “Don’t scream, don’t yell, don’t take our your phone to text your friends. I’m not going to harm you, I just want to talk.” “This is not funny.” She whispered, high pitched voice. “It isn’t, so I need you to listen.” You looked at her reaction, and all the did was lean against the sink holding her arms crossed over her chest and nod. “So, there’s 7 of us in there. Me, Kim Minseok, Kim Junmyeon, Oh Sehun, and Kim Jongin. The two guards, the one by the balcony and the one by the open gallery are with us as well. We’re not here to do any harm, or cause a ruckus. Everybody will calmly leave home tonight, we’re here to do business. All that we’re doing in ensuring the money comes our way. You have nothing to fear and nothing to report.” She looked at you, hands trembling. “You’re using Jongin for some scheme?” “He’s with us.” “On his own free will?” That one stopped you, and you contemplated on the answer. “You should talk to him about that.” “How do I know you’re not lying.” “People ask me that a lot, and you don’t. You’ll have to take the leap of faith. If you call the police, people are going to get hurt. And one of them will be you.” Her eyes doubled in size and she tried to press herself further away from you, as if she could disappear. The little tremble in her bottom lip made you feel bad. “Listen, okay. There’s not reason to be afraid of me, Jongin will tell you that. Please, don’t be afraid. I just want you to know that you’re threading dangerous territory, and that it’s in your best interest to not tell anybody what I told you just now. It can end badly for you and for Jongin, for me too actually.” She nodded slowly, taking a shaky breath. “So I’m supposed to live with this on my back for the rest of my life?” You pursed your lips, thinking of how to put it. “If I hadn’t told you this, our boss, Minseok, would’ve figure out theres something between you and Jongin. It wouldn’t have ended well. Jongin…this is something temporary for him. And you should talk to him about it. The only illegal thing we did here tonight was collusion, I’m sure you’ll live with it. Nobody got harmed, people only got rich.” “Who knows what you did behind the screens.” “Ah, but you don’t, so you have nothing to worry about. You can’t prove it, you can’t do anything. It’s illegal, but annulling this is only going to hurt people instead of better it.” You felt a little nervous about this, not because of what you were doing, but for Jongin. Because if anything were to happen to her, if Minseok found out and wanted her dead, it would wreck him. There was a tight feeling in your chest right now as she was thinking, silently looking at you. “So? You want me to just go in there and pretend like nothing is wrong?” “I actually want to request for you to leave.” “Leave?” “Listen, Jongin…you make him nervous, and he’s going to slip up. It could get him into trouble and believe it or not I care about him and don’t want that to happen. So please, leave.” You said, and she finally detached herself from the sink. She looked sad and shuffled her feet a little. Her big eyes looked into yours, and you tried to look as nice as possible. “I just don’t believe that he would do things like this.” “You think I’m lying and thats understandable. I have three facts for you, and if you can keep them a secret you’ll see that I wasn’t lying in two days.” Miyong played with the ruffles on her dress, and her pink lipstick had smudged under her bottom lip where she’d bitten it. “Okay.” “Tomorrow, Lee Jaetuk will get fired, and the grand piece of this gallery will be exchanged for a fake. And Jongin will come clean to you.” She gasped. “The painting?” You nodded. “Don’t call the police, don’t do anything, let it happen.” “Okay.” She whispered. “But why would Jongin come clean to me?” Another chuckle left your lips, shaking your head. “Because I think he cares more for you than you see. He’s a gentle soul, you’ll find out.” “He has all these women wh-“ “He doesn’t,” you said, cutting her off bluntly. “It’s an act, he doesn’t care about any of them. On the contrary, he hates it, but it’s part of the job.” Her eyes moved from left to right, and you weren’t a hundred percent sure what she was thinking right then. For some reason you felt that she was hard to read. Or you were faltering. But you soon realised she was just confused and this was all a little too much. “Here is my number,” you grabbed a card from your clutch. “If you ever need anything, or want to talk, call me.” “That’s oddly friendly for someone who just threatened me.” She mumbled sarcastically. You sighed and put a hand on her shoulder, making her look directly at you. “Listen, I’m not threatening you, I’m trying to protect both you and Jongin.” “Then I guess I should thank you.” She smiled, and you nodded. “I’ll be leaving.” Miyong took a few tentative steps towards the door, holding her bag close. “Oh, Jongin and I have a date Wednesday…would you mind telling him the offer still stands?” “Of course.” She left and you went into your bag to find the bug Baekhyun had given you. It was a type you’d used before. A thick sticker with some electrical interior. It was inserted in a little rectangle with a lever, so you wouldn’t have to touch the sticker and leave prints. And it would also again remove the sticker without residue. You checked your makeup, and applied a bit more of your sheer lipgloss before you left into the hallway. When you had headed down you already spotted the box, so when you passed all you did was fake a stumble, put your hand against it for support and leave the sticker with a swift click. It was a dark grey, and wouldn’t be noticed from the cameras. Within no time you were back inside the main room, and nodded towards Chanyeol. Beside him Sehun came back into the room with two other men, probably having gone for a smoke outside. And again that pair of eyes found your from across the room. Kyungsoo arched an eyebrow, as he let his gaze shamelessly glide down your body. So you cocked an eyebrow back and swayed your hips a little more as you walked back to Minseok. You linked your arm with his. “Hey.” “Hey honey.” You smiled way too sweetly, and looked at the guy he was with. The man was freakishly tall and lanky, and you thought he was probably Yoo Taehyuk. “Who’s this?” you asked Minseok. He smiled. ”This is Yoo Taehyuk, one of the owners of Kim-Yoo pharmaceuticals.” “Ah, the big man behind the company.” You held out your hand and he politely shook it, probably married. “Nice to meet you.” The man smiled and it was the cunning sort of smile that gave you chills. You saw it more with men high up like him, but something didn’t sit right in your stomach. He was off. “Cheonsa rgith? I’ve heard so much about you, Minseok told me everything. You seem to be quite the educated young lady.” Too smooth. “Yes, but I don’t like to brag. And Minseok here shouldn’t either.” You said, giving him a stern look. “You really chose a beautiful venue for this party, I love it.” The man nodded and took a sip of his champaign. “It’s sad we can’t see the centre piece of the gallery, but it’s understandable that they don’t want so many people near it. Suddenly Sehun appeared beside you. “I’m sorry to intervene in this conversation. But I can’t help but keep hearing all the rumours about Lee Jaetuk that are floating around here. I don’t want to alarm you, but you might want to investigate the matter. It seems to be about fraud.” Sehun was still a lot taller than you, and he look immaculate in his black turtleneck and dark blue slacks. “Thank you, I shall definitely look into it,…?” the man lingered for his name. “Sehun, Oh Sehun. Pharmaceutical graduate.” “Ah, are you a son of Oh Chul?” “Yes sir, proud heir to the Oh name.” Sehun smiled, but you saw the twitch in it. Because you knew that Sehun had long lost contact with his family apart from an occasional phone call with his father. He was the second eldest in a family of seven, forced to do a study that wasn’t his thing. He found his interest with drugs, not medication, and found EXO through that. He was close to Suho now, who had sort of replaced his elder brother. They’re really close. “I’ve met your father before, he’s a…direct type so to speak. But he’s good at what he does. I’ve yet to have the pleasure of working with him.” Taehyuk said, putting a hand on Sehun’s shoulder. “Make your father proud, because nothing is better for a man than his pride.” Sehun nodded and smiled. “I’ll get going then, I really want to take a walk through the gallery.” The younger left, and lazily strolled towards the gallery hall with his hands in his pockets. “Seems like a bright young mind.” “Ah, he is. Kim Junmyeon brought him along, he is very vocal about his intelligence and knowledge.” “I see.” Taehyuk said. “Junmyeon was a good advisor, Sehun must’ve been his informant from his side as he doesn’t know everything about pharmaceuticals obviously. I see Junmyeon has found himself a lady for the night.” The man looked over your shoulder and you saw Suho guiding Jangmi to the other hallway. Probably out for some fun somewhere.

***

Jongdae pov

When you had finally managed to get the bug in place and Baekhyun gave him the green signal, he got out of the car and carried the ginormous painting in the tube over his shoulder. There should be no one there, except for the kitchen which he’d have to avoid. The fake wasn’t perfect, and it would take them about a day or so to see it was fake. But that was all the time they needed to go and get it sold and gone across the border. He used a fake key card to get inside, and used his back to push the door open. Jongdae found himself in the storage room where there were a bunch of paintings. He found something that looked like a piece of rope and tied it around the tube so he’d be able to carrier it more easily. “So.” Baekhyun started, and Jongdae almost groaned immediately. “I see you and Angel have officially broken up? Chanyeol texted me. They seem pretty serious.” “Baekhyun, can you not? For like a second?” he whisper yelled in return. “Hey, I’m just curious. What does it feel like being exchanged for the hitman?” Jongdae rolled his eyes and moved to the elevator. “Can you turn on the west wing elevator for me?” Baekhyun clicked his tongue a bad habit and familiar sound. “Done. Now tell me.” “I’m not being exchanged, Angel and I haven’t changed. We just stopped sleeping together.” “How did you start sleeping together?” It set Jongdae thinking, about the bet that had started it all. Or well, the piercing that had started it all. The stupid competition that lead to something much bigger, and he was sort of still surprised you were both able to cut this so easily. He didn’t even really miss it. He was more so a little bummed that he had to go back and find girls at the club or somewhere else. But he’ll live. You were still there, he hadn’t lost you. Nothing much changed. “None of your business.” Jongdae said calmly. “Ah but hey, see it from the good side. Now that you don’t have to worry about Angel anymore, you can focus yourself on your other girl.” “My other girl?” Jongdae said, as he reached the third floor and exited. “Lights please.” The spotlights near the centrepiece sprung on. “Not those dumbass.” And Baekhyun quickly changed them for the smaller lights on the floor. “You want to get me caught?” The whole time he’d been keeping his voice low, just in case someone was close. But if all was good nobody would come there. “Yeah, you know. The red head. About your height, skinny, freckles, in looooovee with you.” “She’s not in love with me, fuck off.” Baekhyun was laughing, the little shit. And meanwhile Chen put down the tube and got out his knife from his pocket. “I’m serious Baekhyun let it go.” “Why not try Chen, I mean, she’s attractive, she wants you.” Another eye roll, and he pulled the painting from the hangers. They were sensitive to movement, and would set the alarm, but Baekhyun had taken off all the alarms from this room before he entered. He set it against the wall, back facing forward and went to remove the nibs that held the canvas to the frame. Thank god this was a modern art gallery and he didn’t have to deal with a equally expensive framing. This was just the original framing from the canvas. The painters tend to paint the edges too, which is why he had to remove everything and couldn’t just cut it out. “I mean she might be a good fuck, she seems to have balls.” “Are you saying your gay?” Jongdae answered. “No, I mean that she doesn’t seem like a sweetheart. If you’re not going to Chen, I will.” Baekhyun mused, and he chose to ignore it. He finally managed to get 3 of four edges separated, and turned it over to carefully start rolling the painting. It was hard when the edges were folded, but he’d done it so many times that it was easy. He only undid the last 5 nibs when he’d fully rolled it and pinned it together so it wouldn’t unfold. “You going good?” “Yep, about to get the fraud on.” “So explain to me, why did Minseok so suddenly want a stupid splatter painting that looked like it was made by a little kid?” Jongdae chuckled lowly. “Because someone wanted it, and offered 4 million.” “4 million for a splatter painting?” “Yeah, worst is, the person who copied it for us worked on it longer than the original painter probably did. They’re getting half a million for the job.” The new painting was slightly heavier, he felt it easily in the palms of his hands. A sensitivity he’d acquired through years of doing this and working with pressure sensitive plates. Luckily these hooks weren’t pressure sensitive, just regular movement. “Hey, explain to me again. How does one progress from petty thief to grand art thief.” “Baekhyun you got to learn all the letters before you can learn to write.” “Nice metaphor thing, deep. But you just, decided this would become your thing? Stealing? Like I always had a thing for hacking?” There was a silence, and jongdae sat still on the floor where he had unrolled the painting and placed the frame over it. “Yeah, yeah.” He said, a little unsure. Not wanting to go into his history, because it was history. “Now please let me do this in silence because this painting is twice as big as the size I’m used to.’ Baekhyun clicked his tongue again but remained silence as he probably watched him. Jongdae grabbed two weights from his bag, and placed them on the opposite corners of the frame from where he’d attach it. He should’ve brought more. So he just tried his best stretching the side over the frame and using the back of his knife to jam the canvas back in. He followed this all over the frame till it was in place perfectly. With a quick inspection he found that it looked almost exactly like the original. That was when Baekhyun spoke up. “Chen someone is coming.” “What?” “Someone is coming, hide, I have to lower the gates.” Baekhyun hissed, and Chen heard his frantic typing over the headset. “Chen!” Fuck. He quickly hung the painting in place as the gates were slowly lowering on both sides of the room. Jongdae grabbed his bag and the tube with the original painting. “What side?” “On your left.” So he went to the right, hiding around a small jut out in the wall. His breathing was heavy but he kept it silent and steady, like he’d practiced. In, and out, to calm his beating heart. “Yo Chen? Are you gone already?” Chanyeol’s deep voice sounded. All nerves drained Chen’s body, his shoulders falling and groaning loudly. That’s when he heard Baekhyun laughing loudly on the other end. “This is not a joke Baekhyun!!” Chen hissed loudly. “It is really funny.” He was laughing hysterically. Chen found Chanyeol leaning against the the left gate, tall frame dressed in an all black suit. “It is funny.” Chanyeol snickered and it received him a death glare. “Okay, okay. The only reason I’m here is because someone had to walk a round and I offered to go to save your ass.” It dawned on him that he could’ve gotten caught. “I was here about one and a half hour ago but you weren’t here. So I went again to make sure you were finished with your thing. Kyungsoo came before and after that, but he’s really busy with burning holes in Minseok’s hands because he’d been very touchy feely with his little Angel tonight.” That comment hit Jongdae like a slap in the face, and he had to try and not say anything about it. He gritted his teeth and just took a deep sigh. ‘His little Angel’. That struck home with him, because it’s what he used to say back in the days. And…She’s nobodies possession anyways. “You good man? Don’t tell me you’re jealous too.” “Oh shut up, both of you, can you like stop thinking for a second that me and Angel are like a couple or something.” “You’re telling me, that you’ve never, in those 3 whatever years that you’ve been best best friends, you have never had feelings for her. Not once?” Chanyeol asked, quirking an eyebrow up. Jongdae rolled his eyes. “No, not once, and neither has she. It’s not that hard to believe, just suck it up.” “Well I’m sorry I didn’t mean to piss you off.” Chanyeol mumbled under his breath. “I’m going to get going, be sure to be gone within the next half hour.” He nodded and watched the tall one leave. “Man I could hear you fuming when he said that, you sure you good?” “Baekhyun, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to come back home and twist your lip ring so far up your throat that I can pull the string out the other end. You got that?” There was a bit of a silence and Jongdae walked to where he’d left his bags and the painting and slung them both back over his shoulder. “Yeah got it.” Baekhyun mumbled after a bit and he heard the beep that signalled the gates would open again. “I’m sorry okay? I was just playing around.” Jongdae could almost see the pout on the elders mouth, and he sighed. “It’s okay Baekhyun, I’m sorry too. Just…I’ve been a little on edge lately and I would appreciate if you dropped the subject.” “Okay, you can talk to me, you know that right? I’m your friend.” A smile spread over his lips, because you sometimes said that Jongin was the most kind hearted of all of them. But he was more convinced that spot belonged to Baekhyun. There was nothing vicious or cunning in this kid. He just liked to play with computers. “Thank you Baekhyun.” Jongdae walked through the doorway and he heard the gates slowly lowering behind him. Mission cleared.

***

Your pov

The night passed quickly after that, and you soon found yourself on the way home in the car with Minseok and Jongdae again. It was 2am, and your feet were hurting, so you’d taken your heels off and placed them on the leather couch. “I’m tired.” You mumbled, leaning your head on Jongdae’s shoulder. He lifted his hand and ran it through your hair, warm and familiar. “Did you get rid of the painting?” “Yeah, I met with the contact person of the seller. The money is under the couch.” You pat the couch. “Rick couch.” You mumbled. “Are you drunk?” “No.” “Tipsy?” “Probably.” Jongdae chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Want to come back to our place to sober up a little before you go home?” “Yeah sure, you’re having a drink at home I guess?” Your eyes wandered around the dimly lit limousine, it wasn’t anything too special, but it was nice. Thats when you looked at Minseok, who was giving Jongdae a look over your head. “Stop that.” You mumbled. “I don’t want to sit between the two of you fighting when I’m tipsy and in a fucking limousine.” Xiumin mumbled something and he probably thought you didn’t hear it, but you did, and apparently so did Jongdae, because he spoke up. “You realise how stupid you are right?” “Chen!” you hissed, jabbing him in the ribs. “No, just, I’m not trying to be menacing. I just…if you’re really doing this then please enlighten us and let us help, you’ll need us. This guy, he’s so much more capable than you’re aware off. If you go into this alone, you’re not going to make it.” Minseok sighed deeply, and crossed his legs. “Listen to me Jongdae. You’re interference caused a whole lot of shit previous time. So I think I’m going to wisely put your input aside and move on from it. I am not involving you in this and you know why, you can deal with it or you can leave.” “You don’t want me to leave when you know he’s coming. You’d never let me go.” “If it’s what you desire, I will. But know that I’ll be the one to pu-“ “Minseok!” you barked loudly. “Don’t even, for fucks sake.” He looked at you, and you glared at him, trying to make him see sense. “Fine.” “Thank you.” You mumbled, putting your head back on his shoulder. He was warm against your side, and you slid your arm around his back underneath his leather jacket. Jongdae squeezed your shoulder and your eyes fell closed. Until you arrived at the warehouse, and the car stopped. You blinked your eyes open and found Minseok opening the seat and taking out the briefcase with the money. He exited the car and you watched him walk inside with one hand in his pocket. “Let’s go.” Jongdae said, and he helped you out of the car. The sidewalk was coarse and cold under your feet, and you were glad that you were wearing tights. “You can sleep here, if you want. I know how much you hate drinking like this.” You shrugged and relished in the warmth of inside as Jongdae shut the door behind you. “It’s okay. It’s part of the job. At least you guys are all there, and I can always say I’m pregnant or something.” Jongdae laughed. “I thought of getting you one of those “allergic to alcohol” things, but that would be a little odd.” “Yeah.” The two of you walked up the stairs and entered the living room, where you found most of them already home. Sehun was sprawled out on the small two person couch, and Xiumin and Lay were pouring scotch on the other larger couch. The briefcase opened on the table. Baekhyun was laying on one of the bean bags, and Suho was sitting in a chair drinking red wine. But Jongin, he was curled up in the other chair beside Suho, playing with his phone. You sighed and bent down to him, pushing his hair back from his face where it’d fallen down. “Hey.” “Hey.” He said, smiling softly. “I saw her leave.” “Come on, lets go get something to drink.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him up and into the kitchen, feeling Jongdae watch you go. So Jongin watched you, eyes sleepy and half closed, as you made tea for the two of you. “Listen, quickly, I told her the generalities, but said it was best for her to go. For both of you.” “Was she upset?” he said, looking sadly at you. You shook your head. “I think she had more trouble trying to understand what was actually going on. You should talk to her.” “You think she’d still want to see me?” “She told me, before she left, to remind you of your date on Wednesday.” His eyes grew wide, and a smile appeared on his face. “Really?” and you nodded, which made him wrap his arms around your neck for a bone crushing hug. “Thank you Angel.” He whispered, burying his face in your neck. You chuckled and hugged him back. “It’ll all be okay Jongin, I promise. You’re like me little brother, I’d do anything for you.” “I know.” He mumbled. There was a knock on the door, and the two of your broke apart. “Sorry to interrupt the party, but Xiumin is looking for you Angel.” Suho said from by the door. You gave him a short nod and moved to walk past him, but Suho grabbed your wrist. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” You said, and walked out of the kitchen, back into the living room. Minseok looked up at you, scotch in one hand, the other on the back of the couch. He was leaning back, jacket discarded over one of the chairs, first few buttons of his shirt undone. He leant over the open briefcase, and with a quick look you saw that there was indeed at least 2 million inside there. The tattoos on his hands moved over his knuckles, where the design had faded. Roses, letters, skulls. He picked up a stack of money, throwing it onto the table in front of you. “Here.” It revealed another layer of stacks underneath, but you only stared at the one on the table. And then back at Minseok, with a quirked eyebrow. “You never pay me.” “Take it Angel, it’s yours.” “Why are you paying me for being your accessory, I didn’t so anything.” He shrugged, leaning back again. His lips touched the crystal glass as he took a sip of his drink, then swirling it around the glass. “I know you’re tight on money Angel. You haven’t been able to work properly in a good few weeks. Take the money, because it’s our fault.” “Money isn’t an apology Minseok.” It ticked him off, and you saw it in the set of his jaw. The way you used his name casually like that in front of his members. “It’s not, it’s payment. You work for me, you get paid.” That’s when Jongdae stood up from his place in the chair. He put his red wine down on the table after he’d downed the last bit. “I’m taking you home.” You were holding a cup of tea in your hand and it tasted nice, it was warm. And it made the alcohol kind of seep from your mind. Jongdae came up and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go.” He said, and he picked up the stack of money from the table. “See you later Angel!” Baekhyun called, and Sehun waved. Jongdae guided you out of the room, and took your clutch, putting the money in there. “I know you don’t want it, but just keep it.” He said. “I don’t know what he’s trying to tell me with it.” “He’s just being his stupid self.” You yawned, and took another sip of your tea as you walked down the stairs. “He’s just never….in 6 years…paid me for doing something like this. I had no other involvement. He doesn’t even pay me for the club shifts.” “Then why do you do it?” Jongdae asked, facing you by the door. “You know why, stop asking me that.” “He treats you like shit y/n. I don’t care what he is to you.” Sometimes you forgot how much Jongdae knew about you. About your past, the things you’d been through, what you wanted in life. It was a bitter sweet reminder of everything you’d conquered and fought together. He’s been by your side, almost stuck to it, for three and a half years now, and you wouldn’t want to miss him there. Before either of you had the chance to open the door, it swung almost into Jongdae’s face. Kyungsoo walked in, Chanyeol on his heels. The taller one had a shit eating grin on his face, but Kyungsoo he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. His eyes hadn’t changed since the party, dark. And his jaw set as he took you in, now on your bare feet, shoes in one hand, cup of tea in the other. “I’ll drive her home.” He stated bluntly. Jongdae was a step behind you and before he could say anything, you pressed your heel into his foot. “Here Dae, bring this to the kitchen will you?” you handed him your cup and smiled. “See you later.” Chanyeol eyes you suspiciously, probably knowing what was going on. You just followed Kyungsoo outside as he walked to the car still parked near the side walk. He was planning to drive you home. “Get in.” He said. You didn’t answer, you just went with it. Sliding into the passenger seat, he took his spot beside you. He was tense, angry. The muscles in his arms were set and his veins stood out against his skin. You saw the tightening of his jaw as you looked at him. His jacket was probably discarded in the backseat, and his shirt was untucked and a little undone. He drove off quickly, swivelling the car around in the lane. You had pushed your limits tonight, and you didn’t regret it. The tension in the car was hot, and it made the hairs on your skin stand up with an electricity you’d never felt before. Anticipation, want. He was silent, he didn’t even look at you. Your phone buzzed in your clutch and you just decided to check it.

Daevil: Let me state it bluntly, the dress is yours to keep, but I need the necklace back. So please don’t break it, it’s worth half a million. Have fun though. XX

You chuckled lightly but immediately stopped yourself when you saw Kyungsoo whip his head to the side to look at you. His gaze was hot and heavy and it made you shiver. The leather of the steering wheel squeaked as he tightened his hand on it, white knuckled. There was a part of you that wanted to speak up, but you kept your mouth shut tight. You wanted to let him have control of this situation, to a certain extent. It was definitely not unpleasant. There was a slight nervousness simmering beneath your excitement though, a waver in your emotions. You moved your hands to the clasps of the necklace, to undo them and put it in your clutch. The thing was way too full now, and it wasn’t properly closing. The car pulled up at your place quickly, and he put it in park. Kyungsoo was outside before you could even register, yanking open the door and motioning for you to get outside. You stepped onto the sidewalk and left your shoes in the car. He didn’t car, he was right by you as you moved to unlock the door, and locking it behind the two of you. His breath almost on your neck. As you unlocked the door to the upstairs and walked up the stairs in front of him. His eyes definitely looking at your ass right then. The moment you opened the door to your living room, there was a push at your lower back, sending your toppling inside. He caught you, slamming you against the door and catching your head in his hand. The door fell shut and his lips were on yours, devouring you like you’d starved him. He fisted your hair, pulling your head back a little. The kiss made your toes curl, as a moan slipped from your throat. Teeth, and tongue and rough tugs on your lips. He growled low in his chest, and you felt it rumble against your own as your heart hammered. Your hands found place on his shoulders and in his hair and everywhere you could touch. The cold press of his lip ring against your lip, missing the feeling of your own. Your skin was hot with desire and he left trails everywhere he touched you. As his hand ran down your side, all the way down past your hips to your thigh. He pushed up your dress and stopped. “Fucking garters y/n?” he growled against your lips. “Really?” The kiss left you panting and you looked at him with an equally dark gaze. “They’re comfy.” He shook his head and lifted up your dress high enough for him to be able to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as he moved you over to the kitchen table. You gasped into his mouth as the marble countertop was ice cold against your thighs. He pulled you close, chest pressed against his, hand spread out over your lower back as he sucked on your tongue. There was something so animalistic about it, so hungry, desperate almost. But you reciprocated, let him have you. His hands were strong and where they touched your skin they were so rough compared to the smooth material of his clothes. “Fuck.” Was all he could muster as you tightened your legs around him and his hardening member pressed almost against your core. The table was too high and the marble was probably as icy cold and hard to him as it was to you. He broke the kiss again, going for your neck. All teeth and tongue, this was ruthless compared to what he’d done last week. He bit you, teeth sinking in harshly and unforgivingly, probably leaving a bruise instantly. You gasped and moaned, shivering in his grip as your dress rode up higher and his lips moved further down. To your collarbone, where he bit twice, down to the valley between your breasts where he’d sucked harshly. “You held out on me.” “Yes.” You moaned immediately after the word left your lips, because he’d come up to tug at your earlobe with his teeth. “You’re going to pay for it.” You smiled with your eyes closed, enjoying his abuse on your skin. “I saved up for it, show me the bill.” A rough chuckle left him, and he pressed his nose against your ear. There were no more words from him, but he stepped back an inch, to be able to look into your eyes. Pupils dilated, dark, against dark brown irises. He breathed as heavily as you, chest heaving underneath his shirt. Ever so slowly he traced his fingers down both sides of the cleavage of your dress. Lips mere inches from yours, eyes hooded. The sudden halt had you trembling, the contrast. And then, he gripped the material and ripped it down the front. The sound was loud and it almost made you cringe. “Fuck.” He stared at your now naked chest. “Garters but no bra, you’re something else.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, one hand in his hair, and the other moving to his shirt where you undid the buttons slowly. “Hmm, something yours.” You whispered against his lips, and it undid something in him. His fingers were digging bruises into the flesh of your thighs and you let him. As his tongue battled with yours. The sound was almost filthy but neither of you cared. One of his hands came up to caress your breast, squeezing experimentally, thumbing your nipple that was hard already. It made both of you moan simultaneously. When you had his last button undone you ran your hands down his chest. Fingers gliding over taunt muscles that jumped under your touch. He shivered and sunk his teeth into your lip again, as you moved you hands to his back. Kyungsoo was so warm and firm, muscles standing tense under your hands. Straining almost. With a nip to his lip, and a sudden movement of your leg you twisted him around. His back now facing you, you pressed light kisses down his neck, softly biting and pulling the skin. You felt how he shivered, and he moaned lowly, letting his head fall back. He jolted as you ran your foot up his leg, pressing against his hard crotch. “Listen.” You whispered lowly into his ear. Breathing out over it. “I would love for you to take me on this countertop. But there’s camera’s here and I don’t need an accidental voyeur.” You pointed up at the camera in the top corner. “Bedroom.” You stated. He turned around, kissed you, and lifted you from the counter top. Heart skipping when you finally felt him hard against you, your dress having ridden up past your hips almost, the top hanging from your arms. Even through his pants you could feel his twitch as he shifted you in his grip going up the stairs. How both of you managed to keep making out while he was carrying you, was a mystery. But it was good. You didn’t think you’ve ever kissed someone like this for this long. How much time had passed? It was a delicious feeling, and he was so eager, it sent jolts down to your core, and a feeling pooled at the bottom of your spine. “Door.” He grumbled, and you reached behind you to find the door handle. Clumsily pushing it open to he could take you inside. “Drop.” He dropped you and you landed on your feet, making quick work of pushing his shirt off his shoulder and letting it fall to the carpeted floor. There was another halt for both of you. As he now took you in, chest exposed, for the first time. He marvelled and ran a finger up from your belly button, tracing the centre of your tattoo all the way up. Then past the dip in your throat, to your chin, where he tipped your head up and kissed you. Softly now, for a little, as you traced all the lined on his stomach, to dip the tips of your fingers into his pants and pull him close. The backs of your knees were almost against the bed but you weren’t ready to fall down yet. He slid the material down your arms, and you unhooked his belt. His lips parted against yours, still, as you undid the button and pulled down the zipper. There was that almost electrifying crackle in the air, silent, just your breaths and the rustles of fabric. Why’d he stopped like that? You didn’t go further, just pulled him back in for another kiss and his hands came up your sides. His nails pressing crescent moons into your back as the kiss slowly heated up again. His tongue dipping in to find yours again, and he moaned, you moaned. Both of you way too worked up after just kissing and touching. It was well worth the wait. Then you moved you hand down his stomach again, now reaching your fingers into his underwear to wrap them around his hard member. But you gasped, squeezing out of shock and almost biting his tongue. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You almost shouted, hand still down his underwear. He looked at you with big eyes, and then he smirked and chuckled. “You’ll love it.” “You could’ve warned me!” you hissed. “A jacob’s ladder? I…Fuck you.” This had definitely taken you aback, making you feel a lot more nervous about this than you’d initially been. You mumbled and purposely pressed your thumb into the three piercings that were lining his shaft, just under the head. His hips bucked into your hand and he moaned loudly. “Jesus, fuck.” “Yeah,” you said, kissing him again after you’d pulled your hand away from him. Letting him slide the dress off of you now, the material pooled around your ankles, ruined, and you were left in just panties and garter stocking. He enjoyed the sight, and cupped one of your breasts in his hand again. You groaned, closing your eyes and letting him have it, as he leaned down to suck on your nipple and lightly bite down on it. Then, as you moaned, to bite harder. Making you utter profanities into the dimly lit room. “Y/n?” he mumbled against your skin and you hummed in reply, caressing a hand through his hair as he kissed your skin up to your neck. His lips finding a sensitive mark he’d left earlier, making you hiss, as he southed the bruised skin with his tongue. “I can take them out, if you want.” “Don’t.” You replied, too quickly maybe. “Want to feel it.” You added. And he mumbled something against your skin. “Get on your stomach then.” he said, turning you around and pressing his chest against your back. “It’ll be more comfortable.” There was a whole newfound nervousness to you as he pushed you down to the bed. You got comfortable on your stomach, letting him do whatever he wanted. His hands, pads of his fingers rough, caressed your sides, your back, down to your hips. He undid the garters and slid the stockings down your legs. He kissed back up, one finger hooking into your black lace panties. His weight on top of you made you keen in the back of your throat, and you moved against against his hard on, feeling he was only in his boxers now. It had taken a turn, for the good. Warm, a sizzling feeling of something to come, as he kissed the back of your neck ever so softly. It gave you goosebumps all over your body. He cupped your core and you bucked your hips. “Shit, you’re so wet.” He said, and just the tone of it alone, deep and rough, sent another rush of wetness down. “Are you sure about this?” You nodded, reaching a hand back to scratch your nails lightly over his shoulder as he ground his hard on over your ass. He wasn’t much bigger than you expected, but he was thicker and the piercings had thrown you off. They had been ice cold against your fingertips, like the marble had been. And you were so dazed with the idea of feeling them inside of you, but you were also a bit scared. “I’m serious y/n, it might be uncomfortable at fir-.” You thrusted your backside up, hard, against him and he faltered, moaning. “Listen, shut up. Stop being so concerned, if I don’t like it I’ll tell you. But it’s actually really fucking hot and I want to feel you inside of me. Within the next few minutes. So get fucking to it.” He didn’t even reply, he just ripped your panties, literally, and threw them across the room. There wasn’t even a pause before he pressed two fingers inside of you, his teeth sunk into your shoulder, and you squeezed around his digits. They massaged your walls and your stomach tightened, already feeling high on this. “Kyungsoo, get to it.” You snarled, burying your face in the pillow. “Condom?” he said against your skin. “Fuck, bathroom.” You groaned. He swore under his breath and removed his fingers too fast, making you moan so high pitched your throat strained. He was up and off the bed quickly, and you took a moment to feel this. The tight string of tension, the arousal making every touch of him feel like a live wire about to snap. You wanted this, your body craved for him, and you turned over to see if he was back. The sound of cabinets opening and closing, things falling to the floor. You moved your hand between your legs, fingers finding your clit to run slow circle on it. But it was already nothing compared to his fingers inside of you, so much thicker than your own nimble ones. “Don’t fucking touch yourself.” He barked when he came back into the room. With his teeth he ripped open the packet and roughly turned you back onto your stomach. “Don’t.” He said again voice dropping another octave if it was possible. His arm snacked around your waist, pulling your hips up slightly. “Y-“ “Kyungsoo.” You whined, impatiently. And he got the message, you felt him drag his tip through your folds, slick and warm. He steadied your hips and pushed inside slightly, and the two of you moaned loudly. Your moan was muffled by the pillow, and as soon as his piercings followed you sunk your teeth into the material. It was uncomfortable, and every movement he made sent something that was pain and pleasure mixed through your body. You were moaning, mumbling incoherent things as he slowly bottomed out. You took a moment to breathe, and he was waiting, mouthing at your shoulder. His hand that wasn’t holding himself up, played with your nipple. Twisting and pulling it. It took the edge off, as you got used to the icy cold press of the piercings against your walls. There was pleasure lingering beneath the surface, and when he shifted, and moved inside of you, you clamped down so hard he bit into your shoulder. The bite was so firm you were sure he drew blood. “Shit.” You said. “Good, go.” He didn’t waste time, and set a slow pace. Withdrawing slowly and pushing back in at the same pace. There were heavy breaths against your neck, and you were groaning beneath him. The slide of the piercings was delicious, just right. “Faster.” You said and you felt him lift you up, gripping your waist and pulling you against his chest. The weight of you made him sink in deeper and you almost screamed. Kyungsoo smirked against your skin and turned your face with his hand to kiss you at the odd angle. Then he snapped his hips up into yours and hit the spot that made you see stars. From there on all you saw was that, you felt him, every inch. His chest against your back, his fingers on your nipples, and his lips on your pulse point. His thrusts were short and quick, and your breathing matched, hitching every time his hips snapped against yours. The sweaty skin of his chest against your back. And you saw the curling of his arm muscles beneath his tattoos, everything about him was hot. The way he touched you, moved inside you, bit and sucked at your neck, kept you teetering on the edge for quite a while. It just wasn’t enough, but it was mind blowing. Your skin was flushed and he was moaning against your skin. A falter in his pace telling you he was getting closer. So you grabbed on of his hands, that were at your hips, and guided it down. He understood the message and his fingers found your nub, rubbing agonisingly slow circle. The contrast was stark and you threw your head back against his shoulder, your hips meeting his with every thrust now. Your legs were shaking with effort of staying up like this, and you were so close. Your stomach tightened and you squeezed around him, it made you practically feel every vein. The piercings so clear, as if they were carving patterns on your insides. You moaned, gasping as he moved his hand faster, hips stuttering. And you moaned his name, which spurred him on. “Close.” You whispered, unable to be louder. He hummed lowly and thrusted harder, just a few times, and you fell over the edge. Kyungsoo had to keep you up, as the live wire snapped, sending sparks to every end of your body. You shook, eyes pressed closed tightly, and you felt him bite down on your shoulder against as you tightened around him. He came soon after, stilling, our name left his lips, loud and unrestrained. He kept his hand moving till you were limp in his grip. You slumped against him, and he kissed your shoulder softly. There were stars at the edge of your vision and you felt like you were on cloud nine. He rubbed your sides, and then lifted you a little so he could pull out. You hissed at the feeling. Kyungsoo softly laid you down on the bed, pulling the covers over you, kissing your lips. “I’ll be back.” You were still getting back conscious as he walked away. When you opened your eyes again the room was lit by the bathroom light.

Kyungsoo pov

He returned to the room with a washcloth, only to find you in one of his t-shirts already half asleep. A chuckle left his lips and he sat down beside you. “Y/n?” he whispered, lightly shaking your shoulder. You mumbled something and looked up at him. He’d definitely describe it as fucked out, eyes sleepy, hair a mess, bruises all over your neckline. There was a soft breath against his wrist as he wiped his fingers under your eyes to remove the smudges of mascara and eyeliner there. “Sit up.” He helped you and pulled at his shirt, wincing when he saw the bite on your shoulder. “I’m sorry for that.” You were confused and touched your shoulder, finding a bit of blood on them. “Is okay.” “You always this tired after sex?” he asked, kissing your pouty lips. The washcloth was warm and he used it to clean out the wound. It wasn’t deep, but it was going to be sensitive for a while. There was a soft smile on your lips as you let him clean your shoulder softly. It made him feel something he hadn’t felt before. He just had amazing sex and was smiling like a fool, because you looked like you were feeling good as well. It made him feel a little proud. He threw the washcloth into the laundry basket and cupped your cheeks, pushing your hair back. “You good?” You nodded and kissed him, just a peck, and another, and another. “I’m terrific, but I’m tired.” “You’re really one of those ppl who fall asleep after sex?” he laughed, as he got under the covers with you. “Listen.” You said, pushing a finger into his chest, and he took your hand in his. “If I’m not tired like hell afterwards, you didn’t do a good job.” He moved an arm under your neck and pulled you against him, you face against his chest. “Plus, it’s like what? 6am.” “Okay, okay, then sleep.”

***

Kyungsoo woke up to the sun shining in his eyes, and an empty spot beside him. He rolled over, feeling for you, but you weren’t there. It made his heart sink in his chest. “Morning handsome.” Your voice sounded, and it was pleasant to his ears. “Where are you?” he mumbled, not wanting to open his eyes to the sun. You chuckled and he smiled. “I’m by the window, wait.” There was the sound of the curtains closing and the burning pressure of the sun moved from his face. “Here.” He blinked and looked to the side, finding your perched in your little window bench. You were now wearing a knitted sweater, with a wide turtleneck that hung deep, and a pair of shorts. A sketchbook perched on your lap and pencil behind your ear. You were wearing your piercings again, silver adorning your lips, nose, hands. Beautiful. “Did you sleep well?” you asked “Hmmm it’ve been better if I woke up with you here.” He mumbled shyly, and you put your sketchbook down. “I’m sorry, I woke up two hours ago, I can’t stay in bed when I’m awake.” You got up and walked towards him, and he saw the faint bruises on your upper thighs. He reached for the hem of your shorts, pulling you closer. “Come.” You let him tip you over on top of him and it knocked the breath out of his lungs. He kissed you, and you smiled into it. There was something about it that he couldn’t place, like that feeling yesterday when he was checking on your shoulder. Your shoulder. He broke the kiss, and brushed your hair to one side, you let him to his surprise. “It’s okay.” You said, when he pulled the collar aside. Guilt washed over him when he found all the teeth shaped bruises and the scabbed over wound. “I should’ve been more gentle with you.” “No, Soo, seriously. It’s alright, it will heal and be gone.” You leant back, sitting on his thighs. He traced the marks along your collar bone and you hissed, pulling his hand away. “They hurt.” “Yeah, but I kind of like them. Apart from the bite wound, but it’s okay. I’m just not used to it.” You pouted, playing with his fingers, smiling softly still. He studied your features, in a way he didn’t last night. As the memories came rushing back he wondered what it would’ve been like if you’d not waited…It definitely wouldn’t have been as good. He just hoped it was as good for you as it was for him. “Listen.” You said, kissing his scarred knuckles. “Last night, was amazing. I swear, I don’t think I ever…came that hard. But I’m just not used to having hickeys all over, it’s new, in a good way.” There was a moment of silence and then he just asked. “But you and Jongdae…he never?” You shook your head, bun moving on top of your head. “Never, rules.” “You had rules?” “Kyungsoo I’m not discussing my sex life with Jongdae with you. That’s over, it’s done.” He laughed. “It’s okay, I’m just more wondering if I should know.” “Hmm, they’re specific to the person. Why, do I need a safe word?” “Do you want one?” “Nutella.” “Seriously Angel?” You laughed and leant down to kiss him. “Just saying. I don’t have…rules ready. If I don’t want to do something I tend to flat out tell you. But I’m open to a lot of things.” “I’m pretty unoriginal though.” He watched you cock your head to the side. “That’s because you’ve never been steady with someone before. You’ve never had the security of that to try stuff out. If you’re curious ask me, who knows.” You winked and took both his hands, intertwining your fingers and resting them on his lap. “You mentioned you’ve had a relationship before. And I assume by know it wasn’t Jongdae or Jongin.” “I don’t really want to talk about it. It’s behind me, it was toxic. I learnt from it.” “Don’t say those things, make me curious.” You smiled, and he wondered if he’d ever seen you smile this much. “Listen, please don’t fret yourself over my past. It’s made me who I am today, that’s all that matters.” You leant down and he smirked, but you just pressed your nose to his, lips close. “Just prove that you’re better.” With that you were off his lap and walking towards downstairs. He was a little stunned. Did that mean you were a thing now?

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