I'm so tired recently I haven't had the chance to write/analyse ANY of the stuff I want to. Luckily I can still draw when I'm exhausted because I do it so much it's like breathing.
I kind of hated the bg I made, but I won't get better unless I practice!
Yes they are IN the lake btw, Jesse (son of Posiedon) was practicing and they're celebrating/excited by his progress :D
Really just wanted happy art of them laughing together and it became a whole little scene. Any questions can be directed @lake-cosay I just like drawing their aus!
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Axl Roseâs outfit during Milano concert because I said so
Will someone care about it? No
Will I still post it? Yes, my blog, my rules.
I wish I have the same dedication as this man has with changing his outfits every two songs and look great in them. Disclaimer : quality of the photos arenât going to be the best, so bear with me
Black shirt + jeans : Classic outfit but it never disappoints. He just looks cool in it, I canât explain. He had different shirts with different logos so I just picked up one.
White vest look : Now I think they are slightly different but I will put them together. Jeords told me he worn a white vest at his concert and I was like âyou better do it in Milan too, sir.â AND HE DID. Look at him! 2000s Axl all over again but without the hideous cornrows (srry bby). Love love this.
Open shirt (aka the death of me) : THIS OUTFIT, THIS FUCKING OUTFIT. I donât know what happened but boom I was dead. FUCK AAAAA, I will be so incoherent with this because I just canât, heâs just so hot and this is my thrist post so I get to scream about the old men. Next time show the belly, coward! <3
Ukraine flag shirt : There was a Ukraine flag on stage too. This was suring Civil War and it just felt hit so close. I felt so privileged being there, looking at them while people are suffering somewhere else. If you know the lyrics, you know how much it applies now as he did in the 90s, unfortunately. Sending my good vibes to all the people suffering, Iâm sorry we are doing so little for you.
Hat+ cross: Axl is really in tune with his 2000s look and this is another big classic. Save a horse and ride this cowboy. Honorable mention to Duff making this photo even better because he deserves all the love, you big hot giraffe <3.
Cowboy Axl strikes again: The jacket adds something and makes it even hotter. If I remember correctly this should be the November Rain outfit but tbh during that song I was crying so hard, I could only focus on the song. Iâm just speechless because he is an old man but he is my old man. Yes yes to all of this.
Silver jacket: Jackets were really the theme but Iâm so glad of that because he is out here to kill us. The rolled up sleeves that shows the bracelets and wrist tattoo just adds even more. *Chef kiss*
Last outfit, the dressing gown ( is that the right term? Lol bilingual struggles) : This was right at the end so mixed emotions because he looks fine as hell but also the concert was over. But what can I say more than a perfect way to end it? Thank you Axl.
So thank you for bearing with me. If you want hear me rumble some more I can continue with some band moments <3. I promise I will shut up about it ahhah
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Riding High
Ch11: Iâm Thankful for Chicken Nuggets
Chapter Summary:Â Itâs Thanksgiving and Maryâs eating chicken nuggets.
Chapter Warnings:Â Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW, no under 18s thanks!)
Chapter Pairings:Â Â Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher
A/N: Yeah yeah I know itâs the wrong time of year but hell, weâre all on lock down so the days and months donât actually exist anyway at the momentâŚ
The Boat Company used here IS an actual company in South Pas, but I got no idea who runs it so this is completely made up- roll with me here.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Chapter 10
 âGood morning, Handsom.â Fliss smiled as she held her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she continued to fork up the bedding in the stable.
âMorning sweetheart.â His soft voice hit her ear.
âHappy Thanksgiving!â
âBack at ya.â He chuckled softly âYou at the yard?â
âYeah, been here a few hours now.â
âDo you need a hand with anything orâŚâ
âThatâs really sweet but thereâs not much left to do.â she replied, honestly âTheyâre all out for the day and are staying there until tomorrow morning so Iâve just a couple of stables and then some paper work to sort out before I pop back this evening to do a check.â
âOk so, once youâre done for the morning youâre free for a while?â
âYeah, why?â
âMary had an idea.â
âI did not!â Fliss heard the seven year old scoff  âIt was yourâŚâ
âOk, WE had an idea,â Frank conceded and there was some scuffling and Fliss could imagine he was holding Mary at armâs length as she made a grab for the phone, âthat maybe you might wanna come join us for dinner if you have time.â
âYou mean your Thanksgiving dinner of chicken nuggets?â Fliss grinned âHow could I turn that down?â
âCool, just head over when youâre done.â
âI might need to head home and shower.â She looked down at herself. âIâm filthy and probably donât smell great either to be honest.â
âYou can change here if you want.â
Fliss paused, she had a spare change of clothes in her car. Well, a pair of sweats and a different polo shirt. She normally kept them there just in case of a downpour.
âErm, sure, if you donât mindâŚâ
âNo of course not.â
âAlright, then, Iâll see you in about two hours or so?â Fliss smiled.
âGreat.â Frank replied âSee you soon.â
******
Fliss didnât bother knocking. She opened the door to the apartment and was immediately barrelled into by a flurry of blonde hair.
âHey!â she chuckled, dropping her bag. âWanna let me get inside first Stack?â
Mary stepped back and Fliss straightened up and smiled as Frank walked into the kitchen.
âHey, Beautiful.â he smiled, dropping a kiss to her lips. Mary sidled off into the main room, a smirk on her face.
âI stink.â Fliss warned âI mucked out twelve stables today.â
âYeah, youâve smelt better!â Frank laughed as she snorted. âYou know where the bathroom is. Fresh towels in there. You need anything out of this orâŚâ He gestured to her bag, as he went to pick it up.
âItâs just my clothes soâŚâ
âIâll put it in my room.â He smiled, giving her another kiss. âI would offer to come scrub your back butâŚâ he inclined his head to the main room and Fliss gave a snort.
âCalm down, Sailorâ she teased âPlenty of time for that later.â
âPromises, promises.â He grinned, picking her bag up and heading through to his room. He dropped her bag onto his bed, glancing round. Heâd attempted to tidy a little bit after the realisation sheâd actually never been in his room before. After their night together the previous week they hadnât managed another night alone, Fliss being a little âuncomfortableâ at being together like that when Mary was literally outside the door and to be honest, it wasnât something Frank was particularly happy about either. It had never bothered him before, because Mary was never there when he brought a girl home but this was different. That said, he knew he was going to have to find somewhere bigger soon, Greg had warned him it would likely be a condition of him being awarded Guardianship. Heâd be lying if he said it wasnât concerning him a bit, living pay-check to pay-check didnât leave him a huge housing budge but heâd work something out, he always did.
Pushing the worry from his mind, he closed the bedroom door and headed back into the room. Mary was sat on the rug looking at the instructions to the new lego kit he had bought her for Thanksgiving.
âSussed it out yet Stack?â He asked and she gave him a withering look. He bit back the laugh that was bubbling in his throat and sat next to her, taking from her, trying to figure the instructions out to make the Storm Trooper helmet, Star Wars being her latest obsession.
âThatâs upside downâŚâ She rolled her eyes, taking it from him to turn it the right way up.
âMy bad.â He shrugged, looking at it again. âOk, soâŚthis pieceâŚand we need one of theseâŚâ
Together they began to pull together the elements they needed for the first section and the next time Frank looked up was when Fliss walked into the living area, a little shyly, wrapped in a towel. Her long, auburn hair was piled up on top of her head and her shoulders were speckled with water. She smiled as she padded past to his bedroom, Mary not even looking up as Frank watched her with his eyes as she closed the door behind her, giving him another smile. There was something so simple, so domestic about the situation, Frank couldnât help but feel a warmth in his chest.
Roberta was right, he definitely had it bad.
âWhen we gonna give Fliss her present?â Mary asked, looking up at Frank.
âAfter dinner.â He said âWhich reminds me, best turn the oven on.â
âWould be a start.â Mary agreed.
Frank rolled his eyes and stood up, heading into the kitchen. Shoving the stuff in the oven, he returned and found Fliss was now sat with Mary who was showing her the instructions.
âI LOVE Star Wars.â Fliss grinned, âSo does my Dad. He has a Cinema Room in the house upstairs and a poster from every single Star Wars film on the wall. Iâll show you later tonight.â
âA Cinema Room?â Mary asked. âLike, with a huge screen?â
âYeah. Itâs pretty cool. When I finally get round to buying a house Iâm gonna build one too.â
âDo you think I could watch something in there tonight?â
âMary,â Frank started to warn her but Fliss smiled.
âFrank itâs okay.â she said. âAnd yeah, course you can. If you have a favourite DVD we can take that or you can pick. We have loads on the hard-drive and Sky.â
It wasnât long before they were sat round the small kitchen table which had been pulled into the living room to allow them more room. Frank and Mary both showed Fliss their favourite thing to eat in the world- Chicken Nugget Sandwiches. After a sceptical look, Fliss leaned over to take a bite of Frankâs as he offered it and gave a small laugh announcing that it was actually pretty good. After a large slice of Chocolate cake each that had been made for them by Roberta, they collapsed onto the sofa, Mary once more on the rug, Fliss groaning about the âfood babyâ she was growing, rubbing her hand over her stomach.
âHey Frank?â Mary looked at him. âIs it time now?â
It took Frank a moment and then he realised what Mary was talking about. âOh, yeah, hang onâŚâ
He hopped off the sofa and headed into his bedroom, pulling the small gift bag from his dresser. He walked back into the living room and sat back down, shyly handing it to her.
âYou got me a gift?â Flissâ eyes went wide.
âYeah.â Frank shrugged.
âYou really shouldnât haveâŚâ Fliss looked at him. âI didnât get you two anythingâŚâ
âThatâs not the point of giving a gift.â Mary looked at her sternly. âYou donât give to receive, right Frank?â
âRight.â Frank nodded, leaning back on the sofa, looking at Fliss âAnd I wanted toâŚâ he gestured between him and Mary where she was sat, Fred crawling into her lap, ââŚwe wanted to, say thank you for everything over the last few months.â
Fliss smiled at him and then Frank saw a childish excitement cross her face âCan I open it now?â
He nodded, glad she was going to as he wanted to see her face when she did.
With delicate fingers she gently undid the ribbon that the woman at the store had wrapped it with and her mouth dropped open when she saw the white box which was emblazoned with the Pandora name and logo
âFrank,â she looked at him, before she opened the box and stared at the contents. She blinked before her hand gently covered her mouth as she saw the silver charm bracelet that was inside.
âI thought it was time you started a new one, for new memories.â He said gently as she reached into the box and took out the bracelet which held a single charm in the shape of a boat.
Fliss swallowed, and her eyes filled with tears. âIâŚâ She took a deep breath and Frank frowned as he saw her struggling for composure.
âHey,â he said, turning sideways on the sofa. His hand gently rubbed up her arm and she fell into him, pressing her face to his chest as he wrapped his arms round her.
âYou made Fliss cry. On Thanksgiving.â Mary deadpanned, throwing a ping pong ball for Fred.
âWhy donât you go do that outside?â Frank asked. âStay on the step.â
Mary shrugged and stood up, doing as she was told.
âYou ok?â He asked Fliss softly as his hands rubbed at her back. He placed a kiss to the top of her head and she nodded taking a deep breath.
âSorry, that wasâŚâ she sat back, wiping her eyes. âAbsolutely fucking ridiculousâŚâ
âYou do like it right?â he asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
âBaby, I love it.â She smiled at him, and he felt his chest swell not only at the fact she liked the gift, but that was the first time sheâd used that particular pet name, and he kinda liked it. âI just, well, I canât believe you remembered about my bracelets.â
He shrugged as she reached out to gently cup his cheek.
âThank you.â she smiled softly, leaning over to kiss him. He happily leaned into the kiss, his tongue snaking into her mouth, sliding against hers as she met him movement for movement before there was a light cough and Frank groaned, resting his forehead against Flissâ as he turned to look at Mary.
âWhat?â
âNeed another ping pong ball. The last one flew under Robertaâs BBQ and I aint going under thereâŚspiders and stuff.â
She headed to the box at the back of the room, dug in and retrieved a net of ping pong balls, digging one out.
âWanna go outside?â Frank asked and Fliss nodded. He stood up and held out his hand, pulling her up with him and they headed out after Mary.
A little while later, after a game of tag on the lawn which resulted in both the girls tackling Frank to the floor in a huge tickle fight, Fliss noting that he was ridiculously ticklish and filing it for future reference, they headed back inside, grabbed their things and after an almost tantrum from Mary who wanted to bring Fred and Frank refusing, they headed off in Flissâ jeep for the yard to do the final checks for the evening.
They were just about to head up to the field to make sure all the horses were settled and the waters were topped up when Bill walked onto the yard.
âShouldnât you be with mum getting stuff ready for the party?â Fliss frowned at her Dad, surprised to see him.
âAre you joking!â Bill scoffed âYou know what sheâs like.â He coughed and then put on a light, airey voice âBill, those champagne flutes are grouped in threes, not fours. No, those plates donât go there, they go there. What are you doing with that cheeseboard, the grapes go in the middleâŚâ
Frank felt his eyebrow raise slightly as Fliss laughed. Champagne, cheeseboards? This was not the type of party he was used to, at all.
âOh donât worry.â Fliss clocked his face. âIt descends into debauchery and chaos after about an hour, mum just likes to play the part of hostess with the mostessâŚâ
âI like cheese.â Mary piped up.
âGood, we got plenty of it.â Bill said. âBut, anyway, I dropped by for a reason. I picked something up earlier this afternoon that I think you might like.â
âMe?â Fliss frowned, but before she could say anything else Frankâs attention was taken by a man who was walking down the side of the barn. He slightly taller than Frank, quite stocky and had a shock of dark brown hair and looked ridiculously like Bill. Fliss gave a little shriek and ran towards the man, throwing herself into his arms as he laughed, twirling her round slightly before he dropped her to the floor.
âThatâs her brother.â Mary supplied and Frank gave her a look.
âYeah I kinda figured that.â He rolled his eyes. âHow do you know anyway?â
âSaw a photo of him.â Mary shrugged.
Frank turned his attention back to the two siblings and Fliss was now looking between her father and her brother, confusion on her face. âWhat, I mean, how, why are you here?â
âIn New York for a stag do on Saturday.â Steve replied âThought Iâd take the chance and pop down here for a day or so.â
âDoes Mum know youâre here?â she asked.
âYeah, she does now.â he laughed âThere were a few tears when I rocked up.â
âFrank made Fliss cry before.â Mary said, and all attention turned to Frank who hung his head and let out an audible groan.
âSeriously?â He looked at her as Fliss burst out laughing.
âBecause I was happy.â She said, shaking her head âHe bought me a new Pandora.â
Frank didnât miss the exchange of looks between father and son, both wearing identical expressions of surprise which morphed into soft smiles as Fliss moved and slid under Frankâs arm.
âFrankie, this is my brother Steve.â she smiled, as Steve stepped forward, holding his hand out. âOr Steeb, SteebyâŚwhatever you want to call him.â
âNice to meet you.â Frank smiled as Steve shook his hand, his grip firm.
âLikewise.â Steve smiled âHeard a lot about you.â He then turned to his left and looked down âAnd you must be Mary.â
âYup,â She smiled, looking at him âDid you bring your kids?â
âMary.â Frank warned gently as he looked at her, shaking his head.
âWhat?â She asked, âI was just asking a question. I wanted to meet them.â
âNo, not this time.â Steve smiled âJust a flying visit. But theyâre coming over for Christmas so Iâve no doubt youâll get to see them then.â He straightened up and smiled at Fliss. âWhereâs that grumpy ginger Nag?â
Fliss narrowed her eyes âDonât you talk about Heidi like that. Sheâs in the top field.â
âI thought he was talking about V.â Â Bill mumbled to Frank who gave a snort, and then looked at the man, the pair of them bursting into laughter. By the time they had composed themselves, Steve and Fliss were stood, watching the pair of them, hands on their hips in almost identical poses.
âThey do this all the time.â Fliss shook her head. âCome on, Iâll take you to see H. I was on my way up to check them all anyway. You coming Stack?â she looked at Mary. Mary grinned and ran forward, linking her hand into Flissâ.
Frank miss the eyebrow raised on Steveâs face, before the man smiled softly, dropping an arm round Flissâ shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
*****
Fliss changed quickly when they were home into a pair of jeans, a strappy top and a pair of sandals before the three of them walked over to the house after another near argument about getting Mary to leave the bucket of lego she had brought with her in the annex, which Fliss cleverly managed to avoid with the mention of the Cinema Room.
The house was busy, not packed but busy, and there was no way Frank was going to remember everyoneâs names. But he smiled and shook hands as Bill introduced him to people, and he was surprised to find he felt at ease. Most of the people were older than him and Fliss, bar her brother of course, and it was a different circle and class of people he would normally mix with but he certainly didnât feel like any of them were looking down at him, a stark contrast to how he used to feel at his Motherâs parties.
Well, they werenât really parties, more like a gathering which rich snobs used to brag to other rich snobs about how much money they had.
âAnd this is Mike, Martin and Keith.â Bill said, nodding to the final three men, one of whom was giving Fliss a hug.
âYou look great!â She beamed at him âHow much weight have you lost now?â
â40lb.â the man called Keith nodded and Fliss grinned.
âThatâs awesome.â
âAll down to the golf.â He smiled, gesturing to Mike, Martin and Bill âThese guys drag me up there regularly enough.â
âFrank hates golf.â Mary said. âSays it ruins a good walk.â
There was a pause as Frank groaned, wanting the ground to open and swallow him. He glared at Mary who looked at him, frowning.
âWhat?â She asked as Bill suddenly began to roar with laughter, the other men joining in.
Frank shook his head and looked round. âItâs just not my thingâŚâhe said, by means of an explanation. âI prefer playing basket ball or baseball.â
âEach to their own.â The man called Martin beamed. âTo be honest when I was your age I hated it too. Was far more into drinking and women.â
âFrank likes that too.â Mary said, and Frank then really did give her a look.
âShut up.â He said, but of course she didnât as the men continued to laugh.
âAlthough Iâm glad he finally got together with Fliss, because sheâs my favourite. Miss Stevenson would not have been a good choice.â
Frank groaned again and he felt Fliss beginning to chuckle besides him.
âMiss Stevenson?â Bill asked.
âWe donât need to hear about thatâŚâ Frank said, his neck growing hot.
âSheâs my teacher.â Mary nodded âShe stayed at our house one night. I wasnât supposed to be there but I saw her coming out of the bathroom wearing Frankâs sheets andâŚâ
âOk, Mary, why donât we go and see the Cinema Room.â Fliss hastily cut her off as the three men were now all howling with laughter.
âOh, okay.â she shrugged, before she pondered something âWhy was she in your sheets Frank, and not in a towel like Lissy was before?â
At that Bill arched an eyebrow and Fliss felt her cheeks grow warm âI had a shower, Iâd mucked twelve stabled out.â There was a pause before she recovered and steered Mary out of the room.
Frank grimaced and looked back round as Bill patted him on the shoulder, wiping tears of mirth out of his eyes. âI bloody love that kid.â
âSheâs yours if you want her.â Frank said. âI could gift-wrap her for you. Just say goodbye to your private life being private.â
Thankfully the Cinema Room kept Mary out of the way, especially when she had a stash of popcorn, sweets and soda to keep her occupied. For the next few hours Frank stuck mostly by Flissâ side, talking to people, chatting to her brother a bit about his job and the business he had taken over from Bill, his kids, but Frank got the impression the man was being a little guarded with him. He was polite enough, and wasnât being rude but he wasnât overly warm either. But he supposed that was understandable. She was Flissâ big brother after all.
Mary came down a few hours later and tugged on Flissâ hand. Fliss went with her and Frank headed into the kitchen to grab himself another beer after being told by Verity to âstop asking and just go getâ. He turned round, flipping the lid off, almost bumping into Bill.
âSorry.â He apologised to the man who smiled at him as he held the fridge door open.
âThereâs someone who just arrived that I want you to meet.â Bill said, gesturing for Frank to follow him. With a slight puzzled frown, he did as he was told and wandered through to the large lounge where a number of people were congregated.Â
âFrank, this is Alan Maxwell.â Bill introduced a short, stocky white haired man who was wearing a pair of modern thin-rimmed glasses and a cream blazer over a dark polo necked shirt and dark jeans. Frank took him in, noting his outfit probably cost more than Frankâs entire wardrobe.
âHi.â Frank smiled, shaking his hand âFrank Adlerâ
âThe boat mechanic?â Alan asked.
âYeah.â Frank looked at him then to Bill, frowning a little.
âAlanâs in the Repair and Retail business.â Bill offered and Frank gave a nod of understanding.
âI own MarineMax in St Peteâsâ Alan smiled.
âOh on Gulfport?â Frank looked at him and Alan nodded.
âYou know it?â
âYeah, you could say that.â Frank scratch at the back of his neck âI errr, I applied for a job once but I didnât have the relevant experience soâŚâ
Alan looked at Frank for a moment, âHow long you been a mechanic now?â
âOver six and a half years.â
âAnd youâre freelancing?â
Frank nodded.
âGood success rate?â
âOver ninety-eight percent.â Frank said. âI mean, I only do one boat at a time because Iâve been juggling my hours around Mary for the last 7 years butâŚâ he shrugged âI have regulars who come back so I must be doing something right.â
âCould you get references?â
âYeah.â Frank nodded âPretty sure I could.â
âHmmmm.â Alan looked at Bill who inclined his head towards Frank with a smile.
âI told you, Iâll vouch for him.â he shrugged âHeâs sleeping with my daughter after all.â
âJesus Bill.â Frank groaned as the two men laughed.
âItâs a complimentâ Bill smiled âIf I didnât trust you I wouldnât let you within three foot of herâ
âThanks, I think.â Frank looked at him taking a drink of his beer.
âCome see me next week.â Alan looked at Frank, pulling a card from his wallet and handing it over âI may have a position youâd be interested in.â
âI errrâŚâ Frank was temporarily sideswiped by the suggestion âIâŚthat would beâŚâ
âI know it will be different to freelance but itâs a full time job, full package of benefits and a negotiable wage plus bonus scheme.â Alan said, âIâm not a huge outfit, but I pay my guys well.â
Frank nodded, placing the card in his pocket âIâll stop by.â
âJust give me a call the day before and Iâll make sure Iâm around.â
âI will.â Frank nodded. âThank you.â
Frank made his excuses, realising he hadnât seen Fliss for a while and headed off looking for her. He moved from room to room, realising there was no sign of her or Mary. He headed into the kitchen and then poked his head out of the large bi-folding doors which led onto the large raised decking area which spanned the length of the house.
âHey.â Frank spotted Flissâ brother leaning on the railing, lit cigarette in one hand, beer in the other. âYou seen Lissy?â
âShe was in the living room last time I saw her.â Steve said chuckling slightly, shaking his head.
Frank frowned at the manâs demeanour and Steve noticed, and smiled. âSorry, just seems strange. Hearing someone else call her Liss or Lissy other than the family.â
âYeah, well, I kinda picked it up from Bill and it stuck.â Frank smiled.
âYeah she doesnât suit Felicity.â Steve shook his head âAlthough thatâs all he ever fucking called her. Apparently nicknames were deemed too common.â
âYeah well, heâs a dick.â Frank shrugged
âNo arguments here.â Steve looked at Frank. Frank watched as the man studied him for a second, clearly thinking about something before he returned to leaning on the rail of the decking, looking down over the huge garden area as he took a final drag from the cigarette, before stubbing it out in the fire bucket to his right.
âOkay,â Frank stepped outside, âletâs have it.â
âHave what?â Steve asked, looking at him.
âThe big brother lecture. The one where you threaten to rip my head off if I hurt your sister.â Frank said as Steve gave a huff of a laugh.
âWell, rest assured I will.â Steve looked at Frank as he too leaned on the railings. âBut Dad says youâre a good bloke so, thatâll do for me.â
Frank nodded and took a pull of his beer. âI have no intention of hurting her, in anyway.â he said, his voice loaded with meaning and Steve sighed.
âI know.â he said gently âI just, well, I worry.â
âUnderstandable.â Frank nodded, and it was. He got it, he really did.
âI hated that fucker.â Steve shook his head, âright from the start. Smarmy assed, stuck up Yank. Sorry, no offence.â
Frank laughed âNon-taken.â he waved Steveâs apology away.
âI know sheâs only actually my step-sister but well she was only two when I met her andâŚâ
âBlood doesnât make you family.â Frank nodded. âIf you ever meet my mother youâll realise that.â
âYeah, Fliss wasnât very complementary of her.â Steve snorted.
âShe called her a cold hearted bitch to her face.â Frank raised an eyebrow as Steve laughed.
âI shouldnât be pleased at that.â Steve smiled. âBut not long ago she wouldnât have been brave enough to be that outgoing.â
âOh she certainly isnât backwards in coming forwards.â Frank shook his head
âSomething he managed to suck out of her.â Steve sighed.
âYou know, Iâd love to get that fucker alone in a roomâ Frank glowered. âFive minutes, thatâs all Iâd need.â
âGet in line.â Steve shrugged, âBehind me and dad.â
âYeah, Fliss said something about there being a queue.â
âThe day she said she was moving to Boston to be with him full time, it was the worst day of my life. And Mum and Dadâsâ Steve took another drink. âBut we knew if we tried to stop her it would give him the perfect excuse to turn her against us. So what could we do but support it?â
He hung his head slightly and Frankâs brow furrowed at the manâs open display of vulnerability
âI wish weâd done more, you know, anything, but we didnât know how bad things had got. Not that he was hurting her, not like that.â
âNone of it was your fault.â Frank looked at him. âOr your parentâs. Or Flissââ
âNo, I know that but it doesnât stop any of us feeling guilty.â Steve sighed. âBut, anyway, itâs in the past now. That is until he goes for parole, which he will.â
Frank shrugged âWeâll greet that when it happens.â
âYeah?â Steve looked at him. âYou ready for all that? Because I guarantee what sheâs told you, well it wonât even scratch the surface, Frank.â
âAre you asking me if Iâm gonna bail when the going gets tough?â
âSuppose I am, yeah.â Steve looked at him.
Frank took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, quelling the frustration that was brewing at the manâs questioning, reminding himself that he had a right to worry, a right to be concerned. Heâd feel the same if it was Diane in this position.
âLook, Steve, I know she hasnât told me everything. And Iâm not gonna push her to either. It isnât important to me to know every sordid little detail of what that cunt did to her. What is important is that sheâs happy with me, and that she feels safe and knows that Iâd never hurt her like that and I sure as hell wonât abandon her when the road gets a little bumpy. She was there for me through a very bad time recently and, wellâŚâ Frank shrugged, âeven if we decide that what we have isnât working Iâd still be by her side.â
Steveâs face remained passive for a second before it split into a grin âI donât think thereâs any worry about that, Frank. From what Iâve seen this afternoon and this evening, Lissyâs besotted. In fact, Iâve never seen her like this before.â
Frank felt his cheeks flush a little and he looked down âYeah, well, the feelingâs mutual.â
Steve opened his mouth to say something else but they were interrupted.
âMy ears burning?â Fliss asked, eyeing the two men up.
âI was just making sure his intentions are honourable.â
Fliss rolled her eyes with a snort âhis intentions are honourable? What are you, like ninety?â
Steve shrugged âNo, but Iâm three years older than you and still your big brother Titch.â
âWhatever, Steeby.â She moved over to where Frank was stood and slid under his arm. âQuit with the 3rd degree or Iâll tell Mum youâve been smoking.â
âYou wouldnât!â he said in mock horror as she raised an eyebrow. Steve turned to Frank and raised his eyebrow, jerking his head towards his sister âSure you know what youâre letting yourself in for?â
Frank laughed âher bark is worse than her biteâŚowww!â he said, as she nipped his arm.
âSure it is.â Steve winked as h pushed himself off the railing and headed inside.
âWas he being an ass hole?â Fliss watched him go before she turned to Frank and he chuckled, pulling her closer.
âNo,not at all.â he said, dropping a kiss to her lips âWhereâs Mary?â
âWith Dad in the living room with the guys from the golf club.â she said, shrugging.
âNo doubt revealing more of my dark secrets.â Frank groaned.
Fliss laughed âNah, sheâs got her lego. Bill and her will have some kind of building contest going on no doubt.â
âI told her to leave those in the annex.â Frank shook his head.
âShe did. I took her to get them.â Fliss shrugged
âSeriously?â Frank looked at her, rolling his eyes.
âWhat? She was bored and wanted something to do.â
âYouâre a pain in my ass.â he said, his arms circling her and she grinned as he dropped a kiss to her lips.
âHush, Sailor, you love it.â she smirked against his mouth.
âYeah, yeah I do.â he muttered, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.
******
It was about midnight when the party started filtering out. Mary was crashed out on one of the sofas so Frank suggested they call it a night and Fliss, feeling the effects of a fair amount of alcohol, agreed. They made their goodbyes and Frank easily scooped Mary up and the three of them made their way, a little slower than usual, to the annex.
Once theyâd roused Mary and sheâd changed for bed Frank tucked her in, in the bed in the spare room and she was flat out before he even closed the door. He headed into Flissâ room and laughed as she was led on the bed with her legs over the edge, feet flat on the floor. She was wearing just her bra and jeans, and her arm was bent over her eyes.
âMy jeans are too tight.â she said.
âWhat?â Frank laughed.
âI canât be bothered to take them off.â She leant up on her elbows and ginned at him âWanna help me out Sailor?â
âHappily.â he grinned, and moved towards her but she stopped him.
âAh ah.â she pointed to his polo-shirt. âOff.â
With an arch of his eyebrow he reached back and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, pulling it over his head. âBetter?â
âYup.â she nodded as he moved towards her, gently dropping down and undoing her jeans. With a tug he pulled them down over her thighs, his hands softly tracing up her skin as she sighed, before his lips met hers.
âYou were a hit in there.â she smiled gently, her fingers tracing the muscles on his arms as he propped himself up over her.
âYeah?â he asked, gently shifting so that she moved with him, laying further up the bed.
She nodded. âCharmed the pants off all the posh bastards you did, Adler.â
âThereâs only one person Iâm interested in charming the pants off.â He quipped and she laughed, shaking her head.
âSmooth.â
âIs it working?â
She glanced down. âNope, theyâre still on.â
âGuess Iâll have to use my hands then.â He said, and with a quick move down he slid them over her ankles and gently pressed his lips to her knee, trailing soft kisses up the inside of her leg, nipping at the inside of her thigh. Fliss gave a soft sigh as he moved, his short beard scratching at her skin as he moved, her hands fisting in the sheets. When he reached his target he gently placed a long lick up her entrance. Instinctively, one of her hands fisted in his hair before she hastily moved it and Frank paused, reaching up, and placing it back where it had been.
âI like it.â He peeked up at her, a cheeky look on his face before he dropped his head back down and Flissâs head fell back against her pillow as she gave a shaky moan.
She couldnât remember the last time a man had gone down on her. John had certainly never done it, making it clear from the start he found it disgusting, but still happy to shove his dick in her mouth when he wanted a blow. But Frank ate her out like a man starved, moving his mouth as he paid attention to how her body reacted and when he found her spot, she gave a cry, her back arching off the bed, and she felt him double his efforts, his lips and tongue teasing her, in a delectable way. Pleasure lanced through her entire body, the heat rising from her very toes and as she felt her orgasm rising her fingers tightened on his hair and he gave a low moan at her touch, which vibrated through his mouth right against her clit and that was it. Her hips bucked upwards as she came, hard, her knees tightened slightly around his head, her arm flying to her mouth to stifle her loud moan.
Working her through her release, Frank moved back, stripping off the remainder of his clothes before he crawled up her body again, kissing his way up from her naval to her chest. She arched her back and he reached around to unhook her bra before he set his attention to her breasts. Fuck, he could listen to the noises and whimpers she was making all day but after a week he was aching for her.
âYou got anyâŚâ he started to ask softly and she nodded, her hand gesturing to her bedside table. He paused and pulled open the drawer, and had to smirk as he saw the new, full packet of condoms in there. Pulling one out he opened it, whilst Fliss gently gave his dick a stroke causing him to hiss slightly, his fingers fumbling on the foil and she grinned.
âSomething distracting you, Sailor?â
âYou know damned well whatâs distracting me.â His voice was almost a growl as her hand moved over his whilst he rolled the latex down.
Her giggle turned to a moan as he buried himself inside her, his entire body feeling coiled like a spring, and his thrusts began slow, and deep before soon she was begging for more and he picked up the pace, each movement rolling against her spot, causing her to breathlessly whisper his name as he buried his face into her neck, nipping and biting at that spot that drove her wild. At some point she moved, gently pushing on his shoulders, and he understood, rolling onto his back. She straddled him, pulling her long hair over one shoulder as she leaned down to draw him into a deep, sultry kiss before she sank down onto him, taking him in.
âFuck, Lissy,â he said, his hands gently gripping her hips as she began to move, rolling her pelvis, âGod you feel so good.â
She preened at his praise, yup, she definitely had a praise kink, and her pace quickened as she leaned forward again to kiss him, a moan falling from her mouth as he raised his hips to meet hers, his fingers tightening on her hips. Frank looked up at her, her mouth slack, lips plump, freckles still visible in the soft light from the outside lights, breasts bouncing softly as she moved.
âSo beautiful.â He whispered, sitting up and she cried out at the change of depth as he pulled her close, thrusting up into her.
âFrankie, IâmâŚâ and with a low whine her head tipped back as her release washed over her for the second time that night, a slow, deep burn which left her slack in his arms, as she collapsed forward. After a few more desperate thrusts he was right behind her, clinging to her, his face buried into her shoulder, his own groans stifled in her skin.
They stayed like that for a little while, both recovering, hands softly dancing over skin before he leaned up to give her a soft kiss.
âThank you.â She whispered and he pulled back, frowning a little.
âWhat for?â
âFor making me feel good. For making me feel wanted.â She swallowed, tears filling her eyes and Frank let out a sigh, his arms curling round her, pulling her close, his own chest tightening at her words as he understood instantly that it was clearly something she wasnât used to.
âYou deserve it.â He spoke softly, , âDonât ever let anyone tell you otherwise.â
She moved back, her hands cupping his cheeks as she gave him another deep kiss, her lips curling into a smile and Frank smiled back, before he kissed her again. Â
*****
Frank woke the next morning and, as he blinked, he realised he was alone. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes, and could hear soft voices from elsewhere in the annex. Grabbing his phone he looked down and with a start realised it was past ten. Running a hand over his face, he climbed out of bed, grabbed his bag and retrieved a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt before retrieving his jeans which were now folded and placed over the back of the chair by Flissâ vanity unit. After sorting himself in the bathroom he made his way downstairs and found Fliss and Mary sat outside in the small yard, an array of breakfast items on the table. Fliss long hair was pulled into a messy pony tail and she was wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of denim jeans. Even like that she looked effortlessly gorgeous.
âMorning.â He greeted, stepping out onto the decking and Fliss smiled at him.
âHey.â She smiled, accepting the kiss he dropped onto her cheek before he sat down next to her. âSleep well.â
âHmmm I was tired for some reason.â He quipped, causing her to grin.
âFliss says I can go ride Monty today.â Mary looked at Frank. âIs that ok?â
âItâs not your week for a lesson.â Frank spoke.âAnd itâs Friday.â
âItâs ok.â Fliss smiled. âThe riding school is shut. Joanneâs done the morning shift so we can just go up this afternoon. I need to work Cap and Bronson but she can ride if she wants.â
âPlease.â Mary looked at Frank who sighed.
âIâve gotta nip to the boat yard.â he looked at her. âGot some guy who needs a motor looking at and I said Iâd meet him today.â
âI donât wanna go to the boat yard.â Mary pouted.
âItâs okay, she can come with me.â Fliss offered âI donât mind, honestly.â
Frank hesitated, he didnât want Fliss to think she was obliged to take Mary. He knew that the pair of them came as a package but still.
âYou sure?â Frank asked. âRoberta would normally take her but sheâs not back until tomorrow.â
âYeah, its fine.â Fliss nodded âShe can help me and Joanne.â
âOkay then, yeah, you can go.â
Mary grinned and turned her attention back to her book.
âYou want breakfast?â Fliss asked, moving to stand.
âIâll get it. You stay there.â Frank offered, but Mary suddenly jumped up.
âNo itâs okay, we made you something specialâŚâ
With that she shot into the kitchen.
âSpecial?â Frank looked at Fliss, and she grinned as his lips met hers.
âYeah.â she nodded to Mary who emerged from the kitchen, giggling. Frank gave a snort of a laugh and shook his head as she thrust the box of Special K into his hands.
âThanksâŚâ he deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
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Chapter 12
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donation request: suburbia summer nights house party!au jaehyunÂ
the summer night air is too sticky and too sweet for your liking
you had opened your window hoping to chill down your room, but it was even hotter outside than it was inside
even still, you keep the window open and the curtains pushed back, leaning the upper half of your body out to the empty streets of the neighborhood youâve lived in since you were born
it is quiet - like always
until you hear something rustle below
you look down and your eyes widen, standing in your mothers beloved rose bushes is the familiar face of something - well someone - youâve also known since you were born
johnny waves at you and from behind his broad shoulders peeks mark lee
âbro, we shouldnât be here - what if their parents-â
marks paranoid whispering is loud enough that even you hear it, so you bring your finger up to your lips
johnny ignores the younger boys trifling and motions for you to come out
you know your parents are probably either working in the kitchen or watching tv in the living room
thereâs no way in hell youâre going to be able to walk out the front door, so your only means of escape are making it down the rickety old water pipe on the side of the house closest to your room
youâve done it before so youâre not scared or anything - but still, you arenât exactly sure what those two are up to
you grab your phone and text johnny:
why are you trespassing in my backyard :P
house party @ jaehyuns
you swallow - jung jaehyun - another familiar name
not interested, now go before you get caught and my dad flings a shovel at you or something
mark starts tugging on johnnyâs shirt as soon as they both read the message
but johnny stays put
câmon, donât you like jaehyun?Â
you furrow your eyebrows and glare down at johnny, who just grins up at you with the kind of smile you know means trouble
dude i donât like jaehyun, im just not in a party mood
fine - can you come for like an hour then? donât leave me alone with mark you know he doesnât know how to party
âhey!â
mark jumps back in offense and you shush him from your window as johnny playfully pulls him into a headlock at his side and ruffles his hair
you donât text back, just slip your phone in your back pocket and look at yourself one last time in your mirror
youâre wearing a t-shirt thats too big with the local fishing shops logo on it and beat up old chucks with doodles on it from two years ago
really, not a party outfit, but youâre going for an hour so you donât care
you quickly lock your door and slip through the window
johnny gives a little dance of victory as you make your way down that old pipe and lets go of mark to sling his hand over your shoulder
âare we walking to jaehyuns?â
you ask when youâre safely out of earshot of your house but johnny just shakes his headÂ
ânah, heâs driving us there.â
âheâs w-â
as you turn the corner of the street you see jaehyunâs car
its nothing flashy, but you know its his because its got that dumb handmade sticker of johnnyâs garage band name on the bumper and plus heâs got the driver car door open, leaning against it looking-
damnit why does he look good without even trying
you push back the thought and want to throw another glare johnnyâs way - but he misses it as he reaches out to take jaehyunâs hand
the two of them bump shoulders and johnny makes a joke about how hard he had to try to convince you to come out
you keep back a little and jump a bit when mark asks
âis everything ok?â
âyeah, just worried my parents might have heard us.â
marks face pales and he climbs into the backseat of the car - you follow him and try not to look at jaehyun
although you feel his eyes move to you past johnnyâs shoulder
once youâre all piled in, jaehyun says his house is already half trashed. he left doyoung in charge back there but he knows no one ever listens to him so he expects youâll all be arriving to a shitshow
you half listen, looking out the window and at the houses of families you know
at least the window of a moving car is much cooler than the cemented window of your bedroom
but the real reason behind your distance is because right now ,,,,, jaehyun is the last person you want to see
it had all started last summer, jaehyun had moved to your town and had befriended johnny instantly
and with johnnyâs friendship came your friendship (and markâs, and practically the whole schools but - you and johnny were joined at the hip so it was different)
but it became quickly and almost embarrassingly obvious that what you and jaehyun felt toward each other was not
what you and johnny felt toward each other
you could easily jump on johnnyâs back, have him piggyback you through the huge aisles of the local walmart, you could easily share food with johnny from the same plate, you could easily fall asleep on johnnyâs bed as he and mark played video games on the floorÂ
but with jaehyun - there was a sheepishnessÂ
not because you werenât best friends but because you saw him and felt nervousÂ
you saw johnny and felt delight, thats someone youâd be friends with forever
you saw jaehyun and felt a flurry of butterflies swarm around your stomach, thats someone you wanted to kiss
and it was like everyone was waiting for it to happen. everyone was just holding their breath.
some people had even tried to ask jaehyun out, but he had declined and it just solidified the entire towns prediction that you and him would end up being a thing
butÂ
when he had a chance, he blew it
it had been a house party just like the one you were going to now and you and jaehyun had walked off a little away from all the music and noise
you were wearing those bracelets heâd gifted you and he was toying with one on your handÂ
you could have sworn that in that moment you were going to hear the words
âdo you want to go out with me?â leave his lips, no matter how coy he was being and how playful this push and pull had been
the flirtatious glances, the midnight texts, the tension of it all had come to this and now
all you were bracing yourself to just say was yesÂ
when instead he had chuckled and asked,
âcan you believe everyone wants us to date?â
you couldnât read his tone - youâd just blinked at him, was he being for real?
instead of answering him or even acknowledging the awkwardness of the situationÂ
youâd walked away
youâd pulled the bracelets off your wrist and let them drop to the grass. jaehyun had been confused, grabbing your wrist and asking what was wrong all of a sudden
the last thing you had said to him was
âeverything's just a game to you isnât it?â
there were no words and no more messages after that. you had avoided him like hot fire and had succeeded in dodging all of johnny or marks attempts to make you all hangout together again
youâd agreed to go to this party for an hour because you had planned to just get lost in the crowd before he could spot you and then leave
you didnât know youâd be stuck in his car, personal damn chauffeur service to his house
you hear the party before you even see it - music blaring from inside and peoples voices like an annoying symphony of shouts and chants
mark gets out first and you try to scramble so you wonât end up somehow alone with jaehyun
nearly pushing poor mark onto the curbÂ
âhey!â
âim going to go see if uh - whats his name - uh jungwoo is here.â
you make up an excuse before either of the three boys can say a word
you turn the corner, around the pool that youâve hung out with jaehyun and everyone else at a hundred times and the weird circle of garden gnomes heâs moms put out
you know the layout like its your own house and are happy to see that the wooded part toward the end of his yard is pretty empty - the hammock that you and johnny had helped him tie up a while ago is unoccupied
âthank godâ
you plop yourself in it and close your eyes, the sounds are duller out here and you dont have the chance of rubbing shoulders with other drunk teenagers or you know who
your phone buzzes in your back pocket but you dont bother to check it
instead you stare up through the leaves at the bright slice of moonÂ
howâd i get in this situation?
you lay a hand on your stomach and tap your fingers as you think about how youâre going to kill timeÂ
the noise of giggling passes by you and you assume a couple is going to pass by to fool around in the woods
could have been me and jaehyun if he hadnât been such a dumba-
you sit up a little and shake your head
you had done such a good job so far. you really hadnât thought about him at all.
well, well you had thought about him but you just - you werenât going to coddle yourself into expecting anything ever again
it would just hurt when the day came around and he flat out rejected you
you sink back down and close your eyes - maybe just napping through this dumb party will
âdude theyâre so fucking mad at me.â
ânah bro, i bet theyâre just tired or something-â
âno johnny, i fucked up.â
you open your eyes and strain a bit at the sound of the voices that are coming closer and closer to your spot
they sound just like-
âwhat exactly did you do then jaehyun?â
âi said the wrong thing-â
âjust said?â
thereâs a pause and now youâre sure this is who you think it is
âjust said or did you hurt them. jaehyun youâre a cool dude or whatever but if you laid a hand on them-â
the drop of the voice only comes for one person when theyâre rallying to get angry
âno johnny, i would never. i just - remember that party a couple months ago. the one at taeyongs.â
âyeah?â
âi was going to ask them out, and then i just blanked like they were looking at me and instead of just kissing them i said âhaha isnât it funny everyone wants us to date?â because like im dumb - i dont know i couldnt think!â
a second of silence passes by and then is followed by johnnyâs long and relaxed laugh
âyou totally did fuck up!â
âi know, and now i dont know how to make it bet-â
johnny and jaehyunâs footsteps are now only a few feet away - in the darkness of the night youâre sure they havenât noticed the lump of you in the hammock
not until you suddenly feel it tip over as someones shadow looms over
âDONT YOU DARE SIT ON ME JOHNNY SUH!â
you shout and johnny screams - before stuttering back and bursting into another loud laugh
âoh my god THEY WERE HERE THE WHOLE TIME?â
jaehyun, even though its dark, goes red at the realization
âd-did you hear us?â
you swing your legs out and jump out of the hammock - johnny, who is still laughing at the circumstance, canât help but back away a little holding himself in a fit
you nod
âyeah i heard and for the record - you were being dumb when you said that to me.â
jaehyun opens his mouth but shuts it because he has no way of protesting it
âbut i guess being dumb is kind of part of your charmâ
you cross your arms and jaehyunâ shoulders perk up a little
âso youâre not mad at me?â
âi was but, i mean, im a very forgiving person and you can have this second chance to ask me out-â
âyeah just donât fuck it up jaehyunâ
johnnyâs voice comes between chuckles before you motion for him to go
he gives you two a thumbs up and leaves, mumbling that he has to tell mark about all this
and as you and jaehyun are alone with the back drop of his house partyÂ
you put your hand out and jaehyun takes it in his
âso, let me try again - instead of everyone saying we should date i want you to know that i want to-â
âyesâ
you lean up and take his face with both hands, pressing your lips to his and finally
freaking finally
kissing jaehyunÂ
the summer night air is still sticky and sweet and you arenât a big fan, but the way jaehyunâs lips are a perfect taste makes all of that wash away
his hands circle your own and he picks you up swiftly as your legs wrap around his waist
now this - this is what you had expected months ago, but you donât mind because its finally happening now
when you and jaehyun return to the packed houseÂ
the whole party stops when johnny screams
âEVERYONE CHEER FOR THE TOWNS LOVEBIRDS!â
and both you and jaehyun go wide eyed
not before you take chase after your best friend - threatening to get him and mark just pats jaehyunâs back like
âlooks like you didnât mess up this time!âÂ
jaehyun grins and scratches his neck, yeah - looks like he didnât.
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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 12
Starlight, Star Bright
Virgilâs list of crushed is growing, but why do they seem so familiar?
Chapter 11 | Masterlist | Chapter 13
The next day, Virgil found himself walking up to Puppy Pastries. He had texted a standard âGood morningâ to his crushes before leaving to go flirt with Angel. He decided not to tell his crushes about Angel. If he had any chance with the three of them, it would be immediately lost the moment he told them about his new crush. Part of him was worried that Angel would recognize him as Anxiety, but so far there was nothing on social media that hinted at Anxiety even living in Florida. So either Angel didnât recognize him, or he knew and decided to respect Anxietyâs privacy. Even though it was probably the first option, Virgil felt his blush grow at the thought of Angel caring that much.
Virgil entered the cafe at 11 AM, scanning the people there. Today was obviously a slow day, with only 3 customers throughout the building. As Virgil made his way to the counter, he saw the same worker from yesterday- Katherine, if he remembered correctly. Katherineâs eyes widened at the sight of him, and she quickly turned to face the kitchens. âBoss!â
âYes, Kyle?â Angelâs asked, still obviously caught up in whatever he was doing. Kyle? Virgil glanced around until he saw a blue pronoun bracelet on Kat- Kyleâs wrist.
âThat one guy from yesterday? Heâs back.â Virgil heard the clunking of pots and pans before Angel came out covered in flour, wiping his hands off with a blue dishtowel. He wore a light blue apron with the Puppy Pastries logo written in cartoonish white letters.
Flirt Mode: Activated.
âHey there, Angel.â Anxiety purred, leaning up against the counter. âDid you just lose a flour-fight or something?â
Angel blushed, looking down at his apron. âNah, I just spilled a little, thatâs all.â He looked back up, a slight scowl on his face. âNow, why did you tip $100 on a free meal, Kiddo?â
Anxiety smirked. âWhy did you give me an extra muffin, Beautiful?â
âBecause I almost broke your nose with a door!â He near-yelled, clenching the towel in his hands. He must really be beating himself up about this.
âAnd you cleaned me up and gave me an ice pack.â He glanced at the cup of lollipops on the counter, priced at $1 apiece. He took a dollar out of his pocket before grabbing the lollipop, quickly unwrapping it to stick in his mouth.
âIt was the right thing to do! You still didnât have to tip!â The guy looked close to hyperventilating. Anxiety sighed, pulling the lollipop out with a quiet pop.
âListen,â he said, lazily gesturing with his lollipop. âTipping you was my decision, got it? I was gonna tip anyways, if only because Kyle made my friendâs monster drink without complaint. And I shouldnât have been standing in the doorway, either. So donât blame yourself, cutey.â He turned to Kyle, who seemed to be watching them talk like it was a tennis match. âOne medium chai tea and a⌠blackberry muffin, please.â
âOn the house!â Angel yelled before Kyle could list off the price. âYouâve already paid enough to have breakfast here for at least the whole week. Let me make it up to you, please.â
Anxiety sighed, pulling out his wallet. âAngel, if you donât let me pay for this, Iâm just gonna tip again. Youâve already made it up. Stop it with this guilty shit or Iâm gonna have to do something drastically expensive.â He and Angel had an intense staring contest before Angel huffed, going back to the kitchen. Anxiety paid for his breakfast before walking out the door. âNice talking to you Angel, Kyle!â
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Virgil sighed as he finished his muffin. It wasnât quite noon yet, and the streets started getting a little more hectic with people on lunch break. Virgil walked aimlessly down the street, having planned nothing beyond visiting Puppy Pastries. He stopped at a random library, deciding to take a look inside. Loâs Birthday is in a few weeks. Iâm already getting him chocolate, but maybe something in here can give me ideas?
Virgil strolled through the library, trying to find anything on space. He eventually found a section tucked away in the corner. Even though the section was near impossible to find, it was definitely popular, judging by the massive array of books on the shelves. He quickly grabbed the first book he saw and opened it up, skimming it to see if it might interest Lo. His heart sunk as he realized something.
âMay I be of assistance?â Virgilâs eyes shot up, staring at the man in front of him. He had dark brown hair, brushed neatly out of his face. He wore a pair of square glasses, which perfectly framed his dark blue eyes. He wore a black button-up shirt with a perfectly straightened navy blue tie. He also wore a pair of dark wash jeans that perfectly hugged his-
Flirt Mode: Activated
âThere are many ways you could help me, Beautiful.â Anxiety purred out, closing the book and putting it on the shelf. âBut unless you know anything about space, you canât really help me with this problem.â
If the man realized that Anxiety was flirting, he didnât acknowledge it. âI happen to know a great deal about space. I have read the majority of the books in this section. Now, what is this problem of yours?â
Anxiety sighed, carding a hand through his hair. âMy friendâs birthday is in a few days, and I need a present for him. I know he really likes space, so I was hoping I could find information in one of these books. But then realized that I donât know anything about space beyond the names of the planets.â
The man sighed. âThat is a problem.â He turned to the shelf next to Anxiety, pulling out a giant paperback book. He then handed it to Anxiety. âThis book gives simplistic descriptions of most of our universeâs known types of celestial bodies. If you are only learning this to find a proper gift, this will be your best choice. If you need any further assistance, I will be here until 2 PM.â
Anxiety smiled, giving the man a casual two-finger salute. âThanks, Starlight. Iâll let you know if I have any questions.â Starlight blushed at the nickname before walking away.
He stayed at the library for around 2 hours, taking pictures of what he found interesting and finding Starlight when there was something he didnât understand. Every time he asked a question, Starlight would get a certain shine in his eyes as he spoke passionately about the topic at hand. Starlight would stop every few sentences to make sure that he understood, and every time Anxiety would give his own recap while flirting. By the time they were finished, Anxiety felt confident enough to hold a decent conversation about space, and Starlightâs cheeks were bright red.
It was now 1:45 PM, and Virgil was ready to head home. He put the book back on the shelf and went to the front desk, where Starlight stood helping an older woman. He waited until the woman left before approaching. âOh, did you have another question?â
âNah, just wanted to say goodbye before I head out. Thanks again for the help. Will you be here on Monday? You know, in case I have another question?â
Starlight smiled, typing something into the computer. âYes. I am here from 10 AM to 2 PM every weekday.â He paused, looking up at Anxietyâs face. âIâve been meaning to ask all day, and I donât mean to be rude, but what happened to your face?â
Anxiety cringed, hand flying to cover his nose. Even though itâs not broken, his nose was still an ugly shade of purple. âI fought a door,â he joked, âthe door won. Catch you later, Starlight.â And with that, he walked away.
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The next day, when Virgil gushed to Janus and Remus about how cute both Angel and Starlight were, they were cackling with laughter. He ended up sending another box of chocolates to Logan, if only to talk to someone that wasnât laughing at him. They spent the weekend debating whether or not Pluto was a planet. Logan wasnât quite sure how to respond to Virgilâs main argument of âViva La Pluto Fuck You.â Virgil, on the other hand, was extremely thankful for those questions he had asked Starlight over Dwarf Planets. Every time he saw Patton or Logan take a moment to respond, he imagined how they would look in that moment; Pattonâs face would be bright red from giggling. Loganâs would be bright red from Pattonâs teasing puns. They would be curled up on the couch, their glasses shining from the bright light of their phones-
Wait a minute, why the hell was he imagining them with glasses? Sure, it would probably match their aesthetics (especially Loganâs nerdiness) but theyâve never mentioned wearing glasses. So why was he imagining it? Virgil thought for a few more minutes before he sighed, going back to their conversation. The increase in social interactions must be triggering his overactive imagination. That makes sense, right? Virgil smiled. Lo and Starlight would be proud of him, finding logical and rational reasoning instead of freaking out.
But why did that thought make him feel so⌠uneasy?
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Whatâs my Color?
pairings: non-ido!jisung x gender neutral readerÂ
genre: soulmate au (fluff-angst, sad shit get ready)
an: so iâm a big fan of psycho pass (anime) and in season 2, it mostly surrounds around this question âWhat Color?â and I wanted to give it a different light.
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When someone is born, they couldnât see colors. They couldnât see colors for as long as they havenât met their soulmate. So for some, they started seeing colors as soon as they could remember, some during their middle school, some in their late 40s, some on their death bed and some never.
But for you, you saw colors for as long as you could remember.Â
That was an overstatement, you started seeing colors when you and your parents moved to a new house when you were 6.Â
When you and your mom went to your neighbors house and gave them a little âgiftâ of fruit basket.Â
When you pressed the doorbell and a little boy about your age opened it, his mom standing behind him. Both the little boyâs mom and yours gave each other a greeting, in their own little world while the little boy and you just stared at each other.
âI like the color of your shirt.â
âThank you, I like your bracelet too. Iâm ynâÂ
âIâm Jisung.â
As soon as those words were uttered, both of your families spend a lot of time together and getting the both of you to hang out with each other was a no brainer. The both of you clicked as soon as you both landed eyes on each other.
Since then, your destiny was sealed. And you couldnât be happier.
Or so you thought.
The changes were subtle. It wasnât that noticeable but you know something was off.
It started when you and Jisung went to the shore near your house.Â
When the day started, you were wondering why your surroundings wasnât as bright, like the sun decided to have its color muted.
You wanted to call Jisung and postpone your outing, worried about the weather and not wanting to get caught under a storm. But he was already there as soon as you step out your bedroom, helping your mom out pack sandwiches and ushered you to the bathroom.
You forgot about the change of brightness until you reached the beach, realizing something was off when Jisung could barely open his eyes while you were okay.Â
âIsnât your eyes stinging from the sun?â
âI have healthy eyes that I donât use to play video games until 4 in the morning.â
But the subtle changes became more noticeable. And it took time as well.
You and Jisung finally got a place together and you thought it was going to solve everything, it didnât. If anything, it only got worse.
It started with the red cover of your favorite book became muted, itâs not the shiny red as it used to when yesterday it was. And now, you could barely recognize your favorite green shirt. You couldnât even recognize it if it wasnât for the small logo on the front.
You love Jisung, you know your eyes still twinkle when you look at him. How as soon as you wake up, you wanted to spend it with him. How you couldnât eat if he wasnât with you.Â
But maybe itâs not love anymore, but a habit.
âY/n, you alright? Youâre looking off this past couple of days.â Your eyes darted up and saw Jisung looking at you with a worried look. Taking a seat beside you on the couch as he wrap his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder.
You chuckled and nodded, placing the mug of coffee on the table in front of you and lean back to the couch. Placing your hands on Jisungâs and your head on top of his. âIâm just lacking vitamins or something. But Iâm fine.â
âOkay.â He answered, still looking at you worriedly. You then reassured him with a kiss. The both of you went to bed soon after, Jisung already planning a day for the both of you.
Since moving out, the both of you havenât been to the beach near your old house. So as soon as you woke up, Jisung threw you his hoodie and pull you out your house, strapping you in the car and went to the nearest beach.
You were happy with the new place, but you couldnât enjoy it much as everything was gray. You could only imagine how bright the sun was by the way it felt on your skin, how blue and clear the water when Jisung pulled you in. How white the sands are by the feel of it on your feet, and how green the trees are because of the wind on your skin.
But you could never fool the person you have been with since you were 6. He knew something was up, and he has a bad feeling as to what it is. But now, he just wanted to be with you on this moment.
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âYn, which shirt?â He asked excitedly, going in your shared bedroom and held two shirts in front of you.Â
Your face evidently falling from its color but Jisung didnât let you know that, as you quickly put up another face from earlier and examined the shirt.
You couldnât tell the difference, as you could only see gray. The first one was a plain button up shirt, the second one was plaid. And thatâs the only difference you could see.Â
But still, you sat up from the bed and acted like you were seeing the colors. âHmm, this one.â You said and pointed at the plain one, Jisung smiling and put it in front of you.
âDo you think the color suits me?â
âOf course, every color is your color.â You answered, trying to be as cheerful as possible.
Jisung looked down and gave you a smile, throwing the shirts on the bed and kissed your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his waist to pull him closer.
He wrapped his arms around you to hold you tightly, your face pressed to his stomach as you enjoyed his warmth. âWhatâs the occasion?â You asked with a muffled voice.
âJob interview, itâs a sudden one as well. I just got a call earlier and they want to meet me in 4 hours.âÂ
You pulled back from him thought your arms was still on his waist, giving him a smile. âThen letâs get you prepped up.â
You helped Jisung pick a tie, one you also picked solely by the pattern and the shirt you picked earlier. You then gave him a blazer then bid Jisung a good bye with a good luck kiss, one that felt different. You couldnât feel whatâs different, only that it was laced with longing, one sealed with a promise.
When Jisung left and the door closed, you knew he knew.
You spend the day out the house to keep you occupied, going to the dog park, animal shelters, and lastly the beach Jisung took you a week ago.Â
With the wind whispering your ear and the sounds of the waves crashing, it gave you time to think.
You love Jisung, thereâs no doubt about that. And you were willing to lose everything just not him. And thatâs final. You will go home and as soon as you will see him, you will come clean about what youâre experiencing but promise it doesnât change anything.
Happy with the clarity you have achieved, you went back home and was welcomed with your favorite take out.
âHey, I was waiting for you. Youâre just in time.â You closed the door behind you and went to Jisung, giving him a hug then a quick peck on the lips, one he beamed with happiness with.
âIâm guessing you got the job?â You asked cheerfully, taking a seat and Jisung doing the same beside you. You opened the packet of chopstick and gave a pair to him, you opened another one for yourself.
âI donât know, but they want to see me again.â Jisung answered with a smile, but it wasnât a cheerful or happy one like earlier. âMust be because of the outfit you picked out.â
You just nodded at his words, not liking the change of expression.Â
You continued eating in silence, not wanting to say or hear things you will regret later on.
âY/n, whatâs my color?â You stopped eating by Jisungâs question, avoiding his gaze as you kept your eyes down. âY/n-â
âStop, Jisung. Donât, please.â You said, not letting his hand land on yours as you stood up and place your plates on the sink, walking away from the table. Busying yourself with the dishes but you knew Jisung was there.
âI wonât get mad, yn. Whatâs my color?â Jisung asked gently, grabbing your hands to face him. Your face was now facing his as he looked at you softly.Â
You then felt your pent up emotions coursing out of you as years fell from your eyes, shaking your head as an answer to his question. Jisung pulled you close to him as you sobbe, Jisung wrapping an arm around you. âI love you, so much. I love you, I donât know what happened.â
âI understand, I love you too, donât worry about it.â He answered, running his hands on your back for comfort. âI love you.â
You pulled back from the hug and grab his face, vision blurred from the tears. âI love you, I promise. Just give me some time, okay?â
Jisung didnât answer, only giving you a sad smile then grab your hands away from his face. âWhat? Jisung?â You asked confused, eyeing him with worry and confusion.
âI canât do this to you, yn. I canât take away your colors.â Jisung said, giving you another kiss on the forehead and walked away to your shared bedroom, grabbing his bag then slung it to his shoulders.
You only watched him in shock but before he could exit, you grab his arm and hug his back, sobbing harder. âNo, please. Please, Iâm going to be better. Please, Jisung.â
He sighed deeply then turn to look at you. âYouâre giving me colors I didnât even knew existed. I couldnât take those away from you. I know youâre not a liar, so you may love me, but not enough. Not like you used to.âÂ
âNo, no.â You sobbed, gripping his shirt tighter. âDonât, please Jisung.â
âI love you, y/n. Nothing will change that for a long long time. But I need you to see the colors you gave me. It may still be me later on, but right now I canât tie you down.â You only cried harder from his words, gripping his arms tighter but then nodded, understanding his reason.
He pulled you in for a hug and as soon as he let go, you knew there wonât be anything to follow that. âThank you for giving me colors, yn. I hope you could find yours too soon.â
Again, you just nodded at his words and noticed the tears on his eyes too. He gently dab the tears falling on your face and smiled sadly at you. âBye, yn.â
This time, you didnât stop him when he turn around and walked out the door.
But before he could close it, you held it and faced him with a smile, your sobs now halting. âJisung, whatâs my color?â
He examined you, his eyes roaming you from top to bottom. He then looked at you in the eye, followed by a chuckle. âBrighter as ever.â
And you laughed at his answer because he didnât even tried to hide it.
He was lying.
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Flowers donât grow in the dark - pt. 3
A/N: I know I totally forgot about this fic for some odd reason but I am writing it as you can see. I finished it today. I should be doing german but I am doing this instead because I got inspired. I am going to do german now.Â
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Sirius always deplored morning. Every morning, he woke up after doing something completely reckless and unforgiving, he lamented to Merlin himself and cursed his own mother as he did.Â
He woke up, wrapped in sheets with a pleasing smile on his lips. It was a consequence to the sexual experiance he always had with you. It always placed a pleased smile on him as Van Gogh would paint it himself. The only difference was the fifteen-year gap.Â
He sat up, looking around until he found an alarm clock near the window. His eyes went wide.Â
10:55.Â
He has never slept this late and-Â âHarry!â he immediately thought of his Godson, who must be freaking out after their last night talk.Â
â âWhy didnât you tell me!?â he fumed, clenching his fists and glaring at Sirius with his fiery green eyes.Â
Sirius wanted to smile, reminiscing on the moment he was always pleased to remember. Harry fuming at him just as Lily did at James.Â
But this wasnât the time to reminisce of old memories. Harry wanted answers and he wanted them now.Â
Sirius seized his hand into his pocker and pulled out an old but well-kept wallet. He pulled out a photo- polaroid and gave it to the angry boy in front.Â
Harry tooked the photo and immediately relaxed as he saw his parents on it. âItâs mum-â he smiled widely as he saw Lily with an open-wide smile, almost hearing her laughter in his own head like a neglected memory he forgot he had.Â
âJames and I always made everybody laugh.â Sirius started as Harry looked up at him, then back at the polaroid. âBut nobody could make her laugh as much as your aunt (y/n) did.â he simpered, reminding himself of the memories he buried in the darkest of corners. â(y/n) and I used to hate each other just because of your father. I hated how he always went to her rescue, even for the little of things, and she hated how he spent his time with me. Guess we were both a bit jealous of each other.â he pointed at the laughing James in the photo who was holding you in his arms, ruffling your hair as you tried to get out. âShe was older than him- an hour or so- but he was always acting more older than any of us. She had a tendency going into more trouble than James and I ever did. Mostly to piss off James for embarrasing her. That was why she befriended your mother and that was why your mother havenât liked James for so long and why (y/n) have been bickering most of the time.âÂ
âShe didnât want my parents to be together.â Harry furrowed his eyebrows and Sirius laughed.Â
âOh, she knew they were perfect for each other, she just made James work harder for it.â he continued to laugh and Harry smiled. âI know I never told you about her and I am sorry, Harry. Itâs just- I loved her. Deeply.â he smiled as Harry already felt quite uncomfortable hearing Sirius be all emotional and giddy in front of him but at the same time, he felt proud to be the one Sirius trusted into for the secrets he hid.Â
âBut you said you hated her.âÂ
âWe did but we did fancy each other secretly.â Sirius wanted to wink, implying into the strong sexual chemistry the two of you shared, but he quickly reminded himself that was his godson and he is not ready for the birds and bees talk yet. âShe was blunt and direct. She never did me any favors as some girls did at that time. She was mean, pompous and irritating. Also annoying-â he leaned to Harry and narrowed his eyes. âThat was a trait James and her showed the most. Both were loud and annoying.â he said and Harry laughed. âBut she challanged me the most. She wasnât afraid to tell me who I was and at the end, I found out all the wonderful traits on her that I was missing before.âÂ
âLike?â
âLike the one you share with her the most.âÂ
âYou look a lot like your mother and father, Harry but you have a habit of losing your temper quite a lot. Now, when you pissed off you aunt, she popped like champagne and started bursting anything that came into her mind. When you write, you lean your Tâs and Lâs meanwhile you get most of Lilyâs handwriting. You also have your way with getting into trouble without trying.âÂ
âI thought I got that after dad?â
âNope. Your dad and I barely got caught meanwhile you, my dear boy, just end up in trouble without even meaning to.â
âItâs not my fault I can hear snakes in the walls.â he said and Sirius laughed, holding onto his stomach.Â
âBet.â he continued to laugh. âShe used to use that same line whenever overheard Slytherins gossiping.â he shook his head and Harry smiled even brigher. And somehow, from nowhere he touched his collarbone.Â
He used to do that since he was a kid but he never really understood why. It was as if something was missing but couldnât truly know what.Â
Sirius knew that back then and now. He knew exactly what was Harry doing. He stood up, walked to his drawer, opened it and searched under his clothes. It took him a while to find it but when he found the red velvet box, he let it sit in his hand for a while. Somehow it was the feeling- the feeling that felt as near of feeling of you... of the old you.Â
He hasnât opened it in years. He completely forgot it was there in the first place but whenever Harry touched his collar bone, he knew what he wanted.Â
So he turned around with a smile and walked back to his godson, pointing at his chest. âYou ever wondered why you are doing that?â he asked and Harry looked down on his chest, looking back up and shaking his head.Â
âItâs a habit, I guess.âÂ
âIt is a habit.â Sirius smiled, holding the box inbetween his palms. âThe same habit your father and aunt shared.â he then revealed what he was hiding in his hands and offered it to Harry.Â
He observed it at first, baffiling as if what could this be. A ring? Necklace? Bracelet? A pin?Â
He opened the box carefully, revealing a beautiful golden necklace with a charm in the middle. Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at Sirius. âItâs a leaf.â
Sirius laughed again, shaking his head. âItâs not any leaf, you pinhead. Itâs an oak leaf.â he ruffled Harryâs hair and continued to chuckle. âThereâs a tradition in your family that the grandparents give their grandchildren a golden necklace to secure them wealth, luck and joy in their life. Their grandparents gave them a necklace and when they were both 18 years old, James gave her a charm in the form of daisy, meanwhile she gave him a charm of a cactus.â
âAnd she gave me a leaf?âÂ
âCan you just listen. It has a beautiful meaning.â Sirius started to lose patience with this boy. âIâm trying to be all affecting and motherly. Youâre ruining the moment.â he joked and Harry laughed.Â
âAlright. Go on.âÂ
âAs I was saying... this tradition was important to your aunt but since both of your grandparents passed away sooner than it was expected, she made it her decision to keep the tradition going.â he took the the necklace from the box and put it around his neck. âYou can take it down if you want but the day you were born, she promised us all that you are going to be the brave one. She always said youâll be braver than James and more stubborn than Lily, yet also more troublemaking than her. The next day she bought you a golden necklace- with the leaf.â he tilted his head as he clipped it together and looked at Harry. âAn oak leaf- meaning patience, faith, power, endurance, and strength.â
Harry touched the leaf on his chest and it felt like this was it. He felt he warmth and fuzziness as he touched it with his hand. It felt right and up until now, he felt as if he had missed it all his life, not knowing what it is, but knowing and having it brought more than just a memory of you. It brought the feeling of family.Â
âBoth James and (y/n) always touched it. They both told me the same thing; that it brough them the feeling of family. I took it off you when you were a baby. Somehow I hated how it reminded me of her... after what she supposedly had done to you, James and Lily... and me.â he paused, looking at the smiling Harry. âIâm sorry, I kept it away hidden.â âÂ
He told Harry heâd leave to catch up with you. He needed to know your intention with Harry and in general.Â
Appereantly, his intentions got mixed in the process. He grabbed his clothes, searching for his shirt as he had not found it.Â
He popped his head up as he was looking under the bed and narrowed his eyes at the distance.Â
You stole his shirt.Â
He went down the stairs, finding you in your shorts and his over-sized black T-shirt with a red Converse logo imprinted on it. You looked up innocently from your cup of coffee and grinned cheekly at the shirtless man in front of you.Â
âDonât you look at me like that.â he narrowed his eyes. âLast night was a mistake.âÂ
âOh?â you tilted your head. âWas it really when you moaned out my name?â she winked and saw him blush in his pale white skin.Â
You still knew the way his buttons worked.Â
âYou screamed mine.â he fired back but you only laughed.
âIâve spent 15 years without sex. I bet if I had sex with a goblin Iâd scream out his name.â you stood up and walked over to the sink, leaving Sirius shook.Â
âSo what? You wouldnât-â
âSirius.â you cut him off, turning around and standing still. âI stopped loving you years ago. I donât love you. I donât love anybody in fact anymore. Yesterday was just sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Just sex and if you think it meant something- anything. You are the most indefinite wrong.âÂ
âYou donât love me?â he kept his heart quite unconvinced.Â
âNope.â you said as he took a step forward, another and another until he was up front.Â
He took a hold of his shirt on you and lift it up. âThen why are you wearing my shirt?âÂ
You looked down and beamed. âOh!â you looked back up and laughed. âIt suits me better.â you walked out of his reach, uneffected by anything he said and walking to the sink to throw in the cup.Â
It was at this moment Sirius doubted his thoughts. Did you really not love him anymore? Did the girl who loved everything and everybody not love anything and anybody anymore?Â
âWait...â
âIâm home!â he heard a shout and turned around to see a man beaming at the door. âI bought food!âÂ
âOh, yummy!â you laughed and jumped to the man who appeared in the front.Â
He couldnât quite put a finger on it and it took him a while to notice who this man was.Â
The man was tall and slim- extremely slim, almost boney. His cheeks were sinkholes, drowning in blackness as well as his eyes. Beard was long and dark, frizzy and untreated. Hair was long as well but he couldnât see the rest of the body that was covered in patched up clothes.Â
âYou look like youâve seen a ghost, Black.â the man smiled and Sirius realized immediately who this was. âNow, I know I look like a corpse but Iâm not dead yet.âÂ
âWe put some food into you and youâll be good as new.â you tap the mans cheek and quickly pulled away. âMaybe shave first.â
âOh, I bought us some sissors and shaving cream.â he pulled out and you laughed.
âMulciber?!â Sirius couldnât bring himself from the shock.Â
Mulciber pointed his finger at him then smiled at you. âAh- there it is- wait?!â he looked at you, then kept swinging his finger between the two of you.
âI told you, didnât I?â
âBut I thought like later not like the second you got out.âÂ
âPay up.âÂ
Sirius drew his eyebrows together, trying to put two and two together but felt hard time to do so. âWait-â
âYou can leave now, Sirius.â you tucked the money in your bra and walked with food bags to the table.Â
Sirius turned to you sharply. âDid you bet me?!â
âI knew sooner or later you would come and find me. More than so, I knew you wouldnât be able to resist the undeniable sexual tension we have.â you winked as Sirius clenched his jaw.
âYou used me?â
âYou used me first.â
âItâs not fair!â
âWhat isnât fair exactly, Sirius?!â you snapped at him.Â
âYou being with Mulciber! Having bets with him! Being all friendly with him!!!â
âSo, youâre jealous, are you Sirius?!â you took a step closer, watching him be quiet. âYou had fifteen years to prove you loved me.â you sneered at him, gritting your teeth. âFifteen long years but if you hadnât done anything about me being taken away, you donât get to be jealous about it. A lot can change in fifteen years-â you glanced behind him, looking at Mulciber. âAnd he has proven being more of a friend that you ever did as a fiance.â you kept glaring at him as he kept his expression was kept the same.Â
You could feel the tension in his muscles, see how his jaw clenched and curses ran through his mind.Â
Yes, this was the man you once loved but this man has broken you more than Azkaban ever did.
âLeave.â you growled, looking directly into his eyes.Â
And he did. He left.
He left just as you did all those years ago; grieving.Â
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Chunky Bracelets
I was gonna only do half of this today but then I finished it.
Summary: Icy reflects on her past; decidedly, it is better to do the victimizing than be the victim.Â
Self-harm mentions.
Sometimes the face reflected in the glass isnât the one she wants. Sometimes the face in the mirror seems unnatural, like it shouldnât be. And maybe thatâs because it is. It was different some time ago...a long time ago now.
Icy rummages through her drawer and finds her favorite eyeshadow, her mascara, and her eyeliner. She draws it on thick and winged, accents her lashes, and adds a soft tint to her lips. Sometimes she chooses black or a deep navy blue, but today she is feeling for something lighter. Something like first frost on the grass.
She fixes her hair into itâs high ponytail and accents it with diamonds, some faux and some real.
Her work is done.
She is nothing like she was back then.
And she should be glad for it. There was nothing to like about her back then. Not her weird interests, not her awkward personality, and certainly not her looks--the way she dressed, her unkept, unwashed hair. Those ridiculous glasses and those painful braces.
She taps her eyeliner pencil against her chin; she could probably make it work now. The outfit anyhow. She thinks that her style of dress wouldnât have been so terrible had it not clashed with whatever the hell had been going on with her face and personality.
Chunky studded bracelets clamped over blue and black arm warmers that fit too loosely around her arms paired with a ridiculously oversized muscle tank top--she canât remember which band logo it had boasted. Ripped skinny jeans--they would have been anyhow if they werenât so baggy on her--tucked into studded combat boots.
Yes, she could make that work now.
But they didnât sit well with braces, and glasses, and tangled hair. They were worn even worse on someone who stuttered through every conversation. Someone who rambled on about stupid things like snowglobe collections, famous brooms used by famous witches, and bands that no one else cared about.
She runs the comb through her hair until it is silky and immaculate. Until she has worked any trace of that person out with the knots. She doesnât think about that person often. She tries to think none of her at all. Even still, after so long, and even in private solitude, it brings color to her pale cheeks.
Icy had been such an easy target, she doesnât blame the lot of them. She wasnât their favorite; their favorite was a short chubby girl with awful hand-eye coordination and a habit of stumbling over her own feet. But she was a good second.
They had many names for her but mostly she was a poser. A wannabe. An abomination to the punk-rock scene.
And her lyrics were just as absurd. Solstice had made that clear enough when she snagged her notebook and read them all out loud.
âSing for us, Icy!â She shouted. âWe want a concert!â
She did.
She isnât sure what she thought she would accomplish. Maybe she thought that she would have been a phenomenal singer, that she would have showed them all. And maybe she would have if she hadnât been red-faced and anxious. Her song was shaky and off key.
She never sang again.
Never wanted to.
For a time she unclasped the studded bracelets and swapped her skinny jeans for plain blue jeans. She traded her tank tops for oversized plaid sweaters in a soft baby blue. Somehow that made things worse.
And of course that did. She was no longer a wannabe but a full blown dork. She supposes that at least the style had fit the person.
She picks through her closet for something to wear. She isnât sure if she wants to go for the pastel goth aesthetics or something darker, something old school--batcave maybe. But then sheâd have to break out the hairspray and style it all over again.
She transferred schools after that year. When they started throwing things at her and crafting little ornaments to hang in her hair she had requested the transfer. Her requests went ignored until she got careless--until her sleeve fell back and they found the scars.
She runs her fingers over them. Where they would be if she hadnât tattooed over them. If she canât see them, then they arenât there. If they arenât there then she never had a reason to put them there. If she never had a reason to put them there then she was never anything but suave and cool, smooth and confident.
The school that she was transferred to was smaller. Private. It wasnât even in her home realm. She tried many styles then; one week she was preppy, the next she tried for something more sporty, and the week after that was whatever everyone else was wearing.
And then she settled on simply being a punk-rock poser again. At least that took little effort and acting.
There is something poetic about that, she knows.
She settles for pastel goth today, it goes well with her hair. She holds the dress against her body. Her elegant, slender body. There is a soft shimmer to her skin. Her skin has always had a shimmer to it. She studies the mirror again. Her cheeks are sculpted just as elegantly, her eyes are framed with makeup instead of glasses. Her hair falls over her shoulder in long, groomed waves.
She has a pretty face.
She likes to think that it is well earned.
She has earned her right to look down on the frizzy-haired and the bespectacled. She has earned her right to mock fareries that are too fat for their wings and witches that are skinnier than their broomsticks. She has earned her right to torment those who need to get themselves together.
She is glamorous. She has status. She has earned her rightâŚ
And yet she feels hollow.
Fake.
It is a nagging and persistent itch that is ever present each time she opens her mouth to let one of those loathsome pixies know that they are weak. She is fake. It is all a lie.
She tugs her dress on and steps out into the hallway.
âOh perfect, youâre just on time!â Stormy greets.
âWe were just reminding Mirta that she doesnât belong here.â Darcy adds.
The girl is cornered. Icy rolls her eyes. The girl makes it too easy. Laughably easy. She is wearing Lucyâs arm warmers. She squeezes her eyes shut and covers her ears with her hands. Her fingernails are painted in an alternating red and black.
âShe doesnât need the reminder, she already knows.â Icy shrugs. âDonât you, Mirta?â
âY-yes.â
Icy rolls her eyes. âThen what are you doing here? This is a school for witches not, whatever the hell you are.â
âSheâs a fairy in a witchâs clothing.â Stormy remarks.
âA poser.â Darcy comments, quirking a perfectly penciled brow.
A poserâŚ
Icy folds her arms over her chest.
She doesnât think much of it throughout the day. She doesnât think of it at all, really. Not until she makes it back to the dorm.
And then she doesnât stop thinking about it.
And the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks that she had made a mistake. She isnât sure which kind or when exactly she had made it. But when she stands in front of the mirror and scrubs her eye makeup away, she is damn near certain that she has.
Sometimes when she stares for too long at her bare face she sees an awkward girl with glasses and braces and messy hair.
And sometimes when she stares for much too long, she misses that person. That kinder person. That lanky girl with the arm warmers, studded bracelets, and oversized shirt.
That stupid girl who--rather poorly--played the guitar in a stupid garage band.
âHey.â Darcy leans in the door frame. âWeâre going to the bar. You coming?â
âLet me reapply my makeup.â
âWe still have to get ready too.â Stormy shrugs.
Icy wanders back to her closet.
To the very back of it; he tugs on the arm warmers, clamps on those chunky studded bracelets.
For old timeâs sake, she tells herself.
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Someone Like You
I recommend a bathroom break and a beverage (maybe peppermint tea) before you sit down to this one folks, it's kinda long. I keep trying to read this through 'one more time' to make sure I've done a clean edit and every time I end up adding a couple hundred words so I'm declaring it DONE and if there typos we'll all just live with it. I never catch them all anyway. Â
Marinette was a people watcher. She always had been; it was kind of a professional requirement, in her own mind. There were fashion designers who didnât notice people much, and in Marinetteâs opinion, it always showed in their clothing. Marinette didnât want to be that kind of designer, the kind that started hyperventilating if their models deviated from the standard look in the slightest, so she paid attention to the people around herâto their shapes, to their colors, to their styles. Sheâd seen so many interesting people since moving into her high rise apartment, and since she saw most of them at least a few times a week, sheâd been able to learn more about them than the people she saw on the street.Â
There was the plump lady with the big smile who lived a few doors from her whose hair was spiky purple but whose clothes were earth-toned and flowy. Marinette nicknamed her Allium in her mind after the flower. There was Cat Lady Carrie on the fourth floor, who always entered the elevator covered in multicolored cat fur as if she wore it with pride over her mostly black, but otherwise extremely practical, wardrobe. There was Workout Maniac Kim from the seventh floor, who had a peppy greeting for everyone and was always wearing gym shorts except on the very coldest days, when he condescended to wear sweatpants. Marinette hadnât been sure why he rode the elevator at all until a chance comment during one of their short conversations revealed that he had an old knee injury that made stairs difficult for him.
Today when the elevator stopped on its journey to the ground, the doors opened on The Boy From The Sixth Floor, which was kind of a stupid name, but even after a couple of months of running into him, she hadnât come up with anything better, because she had trouble picking one thing that defined him. He was tall, with pierced ears and shaggy black hair dyed blue at the tips. He usually kept his gaze on the floor, but he always made eye contact briefly as he greeted her or when he uttered his polite, âHave a good day,â on his way out of the elevator, so she knew his eyes were blue. His wardrobe varied a lot; he clearly wasnât someone who adhered to any particular capital-S style, and he just wore what he liked, but almost always in layers, dominated by shades of blue and black and white, and almost always with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He had a narrow build and slightly slumped shoulders, but she could see strength in his bare forearms, accented by the thick bracelets he wore on one wrist.
Marinette was curious about him but he seemedânot shy exactly, but hesitant, reserved, like he enjoyed quiet, and it made her less willing to strike up a conversation with him than others. People like him probably thought people like her were boring, anyway, so aside from polite eye contact when one of them was entering or exiting, Marinette tried to keep her eyes forward and not bother him with her presence. It did mean she never got a good look at the tattoos extending from beneath his sleeves down to the backs of his hands, which was a shame. Marinette didnât have any tattoos herself but they fascinated her as an art form. She was herself in the business of decorating the human body, after all, just...less permanently. She had toyed briefly with the idea of a clothing line that featured openings in the most common tattoo locations, but it would be a hard sell to the higher ups, so she had shelved the idea. Probably no one would be interested in such a thing anyway, right?
âEvening,â he said quietly, as he stepped onto the elevator, his blue eyes flicking to hers and then away quickly. Â He always spoke softly, and his voice was smooth and pleasant. She smiled politely and nodded in response to his greeting as he moved to the other corner and leaned one shoulder against the wall. He had an instrument case slung over his shoulder, but Marinette didnât get a good look at it. That explained the slight slouch, she observed, if he was used to carrying something like that around. She remembered he frequently had earbuds around his neck when he came in. Not a big deal, many people did, but if he was a musician that would make sense. His t-shirts had a lot of band logos on them, too, now that she came to think of it. Interesting.
Marinette was so lost in thought that she was caught completely off guard when the elevator suddenly jerked, moved and then jerked again, She tried to take a step to steady herself but the pencil skirt she was wearing didnât allow her legs to go as wide as she tried to plant them, and she tipped over with a yelp.
Her companion moved to catch her, and she fell into his chest as he got one arm under her and grabbed the railing with his other hand to steady them both. He was strong, Marinette thought thankfully, half bent over the arm around her waist that was the only thing keeping her from falling. She grabbed onto him automatically as the elevator shuddered again.
The jolting only lasted a moment before they ground to a halt, but they both stood braced for another several seconds, waiting for...something. Marinette had time to notice there was a protectiveness in the way he held her. Â It would have been nice, if she wasnât scared out of her mind.
Both of them relaxed at the same time, apparently convinced that...whatever had happened, was over.
âYou okay?â he asked in his soft voice, putting his hands on her upper arms and gently pushing her upright.
âYeah,â she said breathlessly, looking at the ceiling of the elevator as if it had answers. âWhat was that?â
âIâm not sure,â he answered, looking around as well. âBut it sounds like weâre not moving anymore.â
Marinette made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. She didnât even realize her fingers were still clutching the fabric of his jacket until he took her hands in his and gently unhooked them.
âOh, sorry,â she said, snatching her hands back quickly and moving back to her side of the elevator. âUm, thanks for catching me.â God, how embarrassing.
âNo worries.â He crossed to the control panel and pressed the alarm button. The response they got from maintenance wasnât encouraging. They werenât sure what had happened but they were sending a technician to check the pulley system.
âAt least itâs not a power outage,â he said, sounding like he was speaking more to himself than Marinette, âSo we still have climate control and ventilation.â They both stood there stupidly for a moment before he made a slight oh well gesture with his arms, and then sat down and stretched his long legs out in front of him.
âI guess we might as well get comfortable,â he sighed, taking off his jacket and the hoodie he wore underneath it, leaving him in a ripped white t-shirt. âMy nameâs Luka,â he said, drawing his knees up and setting his elbows across them. âDo you feel comfortable telling me yours?â
âOh,â Marinette said, a little surprised by his phrasing. âItâs um, Marinette.â Reluctantly, she slipped off her heels and leaned back against the elevator wall with a sigh, gripping the rail a little too tightly.
âMarinette,â Luka smiled, taking his phone out of his pocket and beginning to type, presumably to text whoever he was supposed to be meeting. âThatâs pretty.â He glanced up at her. âYou look nervous. Are you scared of closed spaces or is it me?â
âWhat?â Marinetteâs eyes widened. âOh, no, itâs not you at all! Or, well, not anything about you specifically. Iâd be just as nervous with anyone else. Itâs not even really the space, Iâm just...kind of a nervous person in general. Always lots of energy, and not too many outlets for it. Iâm sorry if I made you think that.â She released her death grip on the rail and dug in her bag for her own phone, figuring sheâd better let Alya know about her situation.
Luka smiled. âYou just seemed uncomfortable, and sometimes people like you are a little freaked out by people like me.â He made a gesture that indicated his dyed hair and piercings.
âOh, no, no, you look good,â Marinette said quickly, and then backpedaled, horrified at herself. âI mean, I like your look, it suits you! Thatâs what fashion should be about, expressing yourself.â She smoothed down her skirt absently. âJust because Iâm me and youâre you doesnât mean we canât be friends.â
Lukaâs smile spread slowly across his face. âIâm glad you think so. Are you sure you donât want to sit down? I can move a little if you need more space.â
Marinette flushed. âIâm fine. Really.â
Luka raised his eyebrows. He looked her over for a moment and then nodded as though he understood something. âI can look the other way while you get situated if you want.â
Marinetteâs face burned and she covered her red cheeks with her hands. âWould you mind?â
âOf course not.â Luka faced the wall, which thankfully wasnât mirrored, and Marinette got down on her knees on the floor and tried to find a position that wouldnât have her skirt riding up her thighs every time she moved. She let out a frustrated huff.
âOf course I decided to wear a skirt today,â she muttered. âOf course.â Â She took off her cropped jacket and spread it across her knees, but it was too small to really help much. Still, it was the best she could do.
âOkay, you can look now,â she sighed.
Luka turned around. Seeing her situation, he picked up his hoodie and offered it to her.
âThank you,â Marinette said gratefully, accepting it. It was large enough to almost totally cover her legs no matter how she sat. âThatâs much better.â
He smiled. âThe situation sucks as it is. I donât want either of us to be any more uncomfortable than necessary.â
Marinette smiled back, the first genuine smile she had managed since the elevator ground to a halt. âYouâre very thoughtful, Luka.â
All he said was a soft, âthank you,â but Marinette thought he was blushing just a little. It was...sweet.
It gave her the courage to say, after a few minutes of silence, âWere you heading anywhere important?â
âBand practice,â Luka said, nodding at the instrument case beside him.
âOh, what do you play?â Marinette asked, craning her neck to see the case.
âElectric guitar,â Luka said, shifting a little so she could see it better.
âThatâs so cool,â Marinette said brightly. âI played the flute when I was a kid but I never really had a passion for it. What kind of music? How long have you been playing?â
âPractically my whole life,â Luka smiled.
Marinette gasped. âSorry! Am I talking too much? I told you, too much energy and not enough outlet for it, and pretty soon it all goes to running my mouth, but we can be quiet if youâd ratherââ
She stopped as Luka began to laugh quietly, one hand covering his mouth. His fingernails were painted a shiny black, she noticed.
âYouâre funny, Marinette,â Luka grinned. âYou were fine, I donât mind talking. But tell me about you, if thatâs okay.â
âMe?â Marinette blinked. âOh, Iâm...well Iâm not that interesting, really.â Not like he was,
Luka hmmed. âTell me anyway. You know my passionâs music, whatâs yours?â
Something about the intent way he was looking at her made her face feel warm. âUm, fashion design,â she said shyly, sure it would sound shallow to someone like Luka.
âReally,â he said, eyebrows raising slightly. âMy sister models part time.â
âIâoh, really?â Marinette managed not to gape at him but it was a near thing.
âYeah, sheâs been doing it for a few years now.â Luka pulled out his phone again and fiddled with it for a moment, and then offered it to Marinette. She took it and looked curiously at the photo. Luka was standing with a girl with striking amber brown eyes and long black hair. She was clearly made up and styled for a runway show. Luka had his arm around her shoulders and though his posture was relaxed as always, he had an adorably over-enthusiastic wide smile and his eyes were lit up with pride. His sister had an indulgent smile on her face that clearly said my brother is a dork and I adore him.
âOh!â Marinette gasped. âIâve seen her with you before, I thought she was yourââ she stopped, and blushed.
âGirlfriend?â Luka smiled, rolling his eyes. âYeah, weâve gotten that before because weâre so close in age and we donât look much alike. Juleka looks more like our mom and I, unfortunately, got Dadâs genes.â
âItâs not unfortunate, youâre really cute!â Marinette scolded, speaking thoughtlessly in her anger at him putting himself down. She couldnât stand to hear people talk badly about themselves. Luka looked down at the floor between his knees, presumably to hide the smirk she could still see the corner of.
âWell,â he said, not looking at her. âThanks, but...still no girlfriend, just an awesome kid sister.â
âYouâre so cute together,â Marinette continued in a rush, hoping to brush past the awkwardness. âI mean, now that I understand the relationship I can totally see how much you care about each other!â Marinette looked at the picture again and giggled. âYouâre really proud of her arenât you? It looks like you guys are close.â
âWe are,â Luka said simply, taking his phone back when she handed it to him and swiping through a few more pictures. âAnd I am proud of her. She had some major hurdles but she kept chasing her dreams.â He turned the phone back to her, showing her another picture of his sister, this time clearly a professional shot.
âHer eyes are amazing,â Marinette observed.
âSo are yours,â Luka commented, and then they both looked up, perhaps equally startled at his statement. She could see him swallow as his cheeks tinted pink.
âThank you,â Marinette said with a smile, deciding to save him from the clear indecision he was suffering between trying to say something else, perhaps to play it off, and keeping his mouth shut lest he make it worse. It was a worry she was very familiar with, after all. âSo sheâs been modeling a while? I donât remember her but you see so many models, you know, and Iâm always looking at the clothes. With eyes like that, she should really try cosmetic ads, sheâd be killer.â
Luka smiled, an affectionate look on his face. âHer agentâs looking into that, actually.â
âAwesome!â Marinette clapped her hands. âOh, sheâll be amazing! Youâll have to let me know which ad campaigns she works with so I can check them out!â Lukaâs smile broadened into a grin, and for once his gaze remained steady on her.
Suddenly self-conscious, Marinette reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and smooth the rest back. Sheâd lost a few strands out of her bun during the elevator-quake, it seemed, and they were tickling her neck. Luka looked away quickly and cleared his throat, but he asked, âSo do you design professionally, or just for fun?â
âBoth,â Marinette answered, still a little fluttered. âI mean, I work at a design firm but Iâm just starting out, so I donât do as much actual design as I hope to in the future. Right now itâs a lot of sewing and altering and trying to find tactful ways to suggest that maybe my boss has lost her mind every once in a while.â
Luka covered his chuckle with his hand. âThatâs an important job.â
âI also run a boutique business online for custom commissions,â Marinette continued, smiling a little herself. âIt means Iâm working a lot, but it keeps the creativity alive even when my job makes me feel like a soulless drone.â
Luka laughedânot loud, but a full laugh and not just a quiet chuckle. Marinette found herself smiling, pleased with her accomplishment.
âYouâre funny, Marinette,â Luka said again, his smile warm, not at all like the cool politeness she was used to from him.
He...really was cute when he smiled like that. And his eyes were niceâsofter than sheâd realized before.
A silence descended that wasnât quite awkward but wasnât quite comfortable, either, like neither of them wanted the conversation to stop, but neither knew exactly where to take it from here, either.
Marinette took a breath, bit her lip, and then plunged onward. âDo you, um...do you want to see some of my work? Since we donât have anything else to do...â
Luka brightened. âYeah, Iâd love to!â
Marinette, still smiling, tucked that loose strand of hair back again and reached for her bag. She pulled out her sketchbook and set it aside, and then pulled out the portfolio that had been underneath it and shyly offered it to Luka. He took it and then hesitated a moment before gesturing to the space next to her. âMay I?â
âMmhmm!â Marinette made a token shift to the side as Luka got on his knees and shuffled over to the space beside her. He settled next to her, his arm brushing hers slightly but only because the elevator just wasnât all that wide. He smelled nice, she thought absently as he opened her portfolio across his lap. It occurred to her to be glad she was stuck in the elevator with someone clean. She leaned closer for a second to reposition her legs; one was starting to fall asleep tucked under her as it was. With Lukaâs hoodie to keep her covered she could sit more comfortably.
âI like your perfume,â Luka commented. âSubtle. Itâs nice.â Then he glanced up with a slightly startled look on his face, like his mouth had gotten ahead of himâa feeling she was very familiar with. âSorry, was that weird?â he asked with a slight hunch of his shoulders and a lopsided grin. âItâs justâthereâs a girl on my floor that wears way too much and I was just thinking Iâm glad Iâm not here with her.â
Marinette wrinkled her nose. âThe one with the yellow designer jacket and super expensive sunglasses?â
Luka grinned. âIâve never noticed the sunglasses but yeah, the jacketâs um...hard to miss.â
Marinette smiled. âIt would be awful to be stuck in here with her. Sometimes I can barely stand it until we get to the lobby. And honestly, I was just thinking Iâm glad Iâm here with someone like you and not, like, Kim fresh from a workout. I mean, heâs a nice guy, butâŚâ She shrugged, wrinkling her nose.
Luka chuckled, then cleared his throat and looked back to her portfolio. He didnât say anything as he went through it, but he studied each sketch and its paired photographs with great care. Marinette fell to examining the tattoos on the arm nearest her, finally able to indulge her interest, especially since the t-shirt covered considerably less than his outer layers and bared parts of the tattoo she hadnât even glimpsed before. The design flowed along the lines of his arm nicely, each individual element clearly considered in light of the entire piece. The music themes didnât surprise her but the nautical ones did. There was a compass rose in particular that she found very interesting, with symbols at each cardinal point that surely meant something to him.
âThese are amazing, Marinette.â She was so lost in her thoughts that his gentle voice made her jump. Luka turned back several pages from the end. âI really like this one.â
âReally?â Marinette asked, surprised.
âWell, itâs not my personal style,â Luka smiled without looking up from the page. âBut I can see the art in it. Itâs very evocative. When I look at it, I feel like I know something about the person you made it for. And thatâs what you were saying, right? Fashion should be about expressing yourself. I feel like this one is really true to that intention. It might not express me as a person, but it does express someone and I love that about it.â
Marinette stared at him in surprise for so long that Luka looked up to meet her eyes. Sheâd been leaning in to look at the book in his lap and when he raised his head his face was suddenly closer to her than she expected.
âDid I say something wrong?â he asked, and she jerked back slightly.
âNo, no, not at all. Iâmâthatâs great, what you said, that makes me really happy. I guess I didnât expect you to be so thoughtful about it.â
Luka tilted his head slightly, a bit of amusement flickering across his expression. âJust because my art isnât your art doesnât mean I canât appreciate it, once you show me how. I mean, Iâll admit,â he looked back down at the portfolio, âThereâs a lot here I donât understand, and even though I feel like I could describe this person, Iâm not sure Iâd be able to articulate why I felt that way. But, you know, thatâs how we learn about each other, right?â He smiled that warm smile at her again and Marinette felt her pulse speeding up as her face heated.
âSorry, am I too much?â he asked, leaning back a little. âJuleka says Iâm too intense sometimes.â
âI donât mind it,â Marinette said, smiling shyly. âI like it.â
There was no doubt that color washed his cheeks this time, and for a moment his expression clearly showed how pleased he was before he looked down and closed the portfolio, smoothing the pages carefully so nothing wrinkled. âYou can tell me if Iâm overstepping, but...is that new stuff youâve been working on?â Luka indicated her sketchbook.
âOh! Yes, it is,â Marinette said, picking it up and holding it to her.
âWould you be willing to share it with me?â Luka asked. âIâm really curious. Only if youâd be comfortable though, no pressure.â
âYou really want to see?â Marinette asked, and she pursed her lips for a moment when he nodded. âI donât mind,â she said slowly. âBut...I need you to put your phone where I can see it. I have some client work in here that I canât allow to get out, and I canât tell you who itâs for. One set of eyes is no big deal, but I canât have pictures going out or theyâd never work with me again.â
Luka blinked at her for a moment, and then pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her.
âThank you,â Marinette smiled, taking it. âItâs not that I donât trust you, but I canât risk my clientâs privacy based on my intuition.â
âI understand,â Luka said with a slightly lopsided smile, âAnd we did just meet, after all. It would be completely reasonable for you not to trust me.â
Marinette just smiled and set his phone carefully on the floor where he could reach it, but not without her seeing. Then she offered her sketchbook to him. Luka took it with one hand, raising his eyebrows slightly.
âYou sure? I donât have to look at the whole thing, you can just pick what you want to show me.â
Marinette shrugged. âItâs fine, I donât mind. Like I said, one set of eyes wonât matter, and I donât think youâre going to sit here and memorize anything just to steal my designs,â she teased, leaning over to bump her shoulder against his.
âHardly,â Luka chuckled, running his fingers lightly over the cover of the book before opening it.
Luka went over the pages of the sketchbook with the same attention heâd given her portfolio. A couple of times he smiled, and Marinette peeked around him to see what he was looking at. One was a page where the design had just been a total failure and she had written some unkind things about the inventor of that particular fabric in the margin. One was a cutesy, flirty outfit sheâd designed for herself. Luka darted a glance at her, murmured, âI like the ruffles,â and turned the page, that hint of pink back on his cheeks.
He paused a long time on the commission she had been trying to safeguard, but that didnât surprise her, as it probably had the most in common with his own aesthetic. She was, however, completely surprised by what came out of his mouth as he poured over the design.
âJagged Stone,â Luka said absently, eyes still glued to the page.
âW-what?â Marinette stammered.
âThis stuff, it makes me think of Jagged Stââ He looked up, catching Marinetteâs expression. She wasnât sure what kind of face she was making. Certainly on the inside she was too mixed up to settle on one. Horror, fear, delight, admiration, hilarityâshe couldnât seem to decide how to react. âHoly shit,â Luka said, his eyes traveling over her face. âYour mystery client is Jagged fucking Stone?â
âUmâŚâ Marinette said slowly, âI...canât confirm that.â
âYou donât have to,â Luka said, still staring at her. âThereâs no one else alive with Jaggedâs style, and thisââ He held up the sketchbook, turning it toward her. âIt canât be anyone else, Marinette. Iâve been following Jagged Stoneâs career since I was old enough to pronounce his name.â
Marinette bit her lip, and sighed. âPlease donât tell anyone,â she nearly begged. âIf it is Jagged, and Iâm not saying it is, I canât let this get out, Iâd have to scrap everything and start over, if heâd even still want to have meââ
âOf course, of course,â Luka said, putting the sketchbook down quickly and taking her hand between both of his. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to scare you. Of course Iâd never say anything, not that anyone would likely believe me if I did. And Jagged would be crazy to fire you. Uh, if it actually was Jagged you worked for,â he added hurriedly. âBut I mean, Marinette, look at this.â He let go of her hand and picked up the sketchbook again. âYou get him. This is so original, itâs not like anything heâs ever worn before, and yet itâs so Jagged at the same time, Iâm justâIâm blown away, really.â
âYou...really think so?â Marinette asked hesitantly. âYou like it? You think Jagged will like it?â
âHeâs eccentric, not stupid, so yeah, I know he will.â Luka sighed, looking back down at the book. âMan, I wish we could get a designer for our band with even half your talent. Is this one for an album cover? No, never mind, you probably canât tell me that.â
âTell me about your band,â Marinette said, drawing up her knees under his hoodie and wrapping her arms around her legs. âHave you been playing with them long?â
âIndividually I have,â he said, still looking through her sketchbook. âBut we just decided to group up a couple months ago. Iâve played with a few other bands and they were all cool people but I never quite clicked with them the way I have with Kitty Section.â He chuckled. âHelps that Julekaâs our bassist, and her girlfriend does our vocals, and then Rose has been friends with our drummer since they were kids. I think maybe thatâs why we vibe together so well.â
âThatâs your band name, Kitty Section?â
âYes. Itâs pretty much all weâve got right now, plus a few songs Iâve written. We havenât been together long enough to put a look and a brand together. Not like these,â he sighed, shaking his head as he turned a page. He hadnât lifted his eyes once the whole time heâd spoken. âYou are really good at what you do, Marinette.â
Marinette blushed hotly. When she showed her designs to laypeople, she was used to being told she was âtalentedâ like she hadnât worked hard and studied to get her skills where they were, or that she was âcreativeâ like it was something she did without thought or purpose. She liked Lukaâs compliment better.
âWait, did you say you wrote the songs?â she asked, eyes widening slightly.
âWell, I write the melodies,â Luka replied, resting his chin on his hand as he turned the page. âRose mostly does the lyrics. I work a lot easier with music than words. I have a feeling or a thought that I want to express, I work it out in the music, and then Rose takes the demo I give her and puts words to it. Usually sheâs pretty spot on in a kinda metaphorical way.â He made a so-so gesture with his hand. âIf I donât love it, we go back and forth until we get something weâre happy with.â
âDo you, um...do you have any of your music with you?â Marinette asked.
Luka looked up, startled. âUh, yeah, Iâve got some on my phone. Just some tracks we recorded ourselves, though, nothing like, professional.â
âCan I listen?â
Luka looked like sheâd just handed him a million bucks and Jaggedâs autograph. âReally? I mean, sure, let meââ He started to reach for his phone, and then closed the sketchbook and handed it back to her. Marinette took it gratefully, and Luka picked up his phone and queued up the music. âItâd sound better if I had better speakers,â he muttered almost to himself as he set the phone back in the place Marinette had put it before.
Marinette gave the sketchbook back to him, leaned back and closed her eyes, listening to the music. It was...eclectic. She almost would have said that the band was still finding its sound, but it didnât feel like that. It just felt like they embraced a wide reading of their genre. There was a really fun song about unicorns and cats andâŚ
Marinetteâs eyes flew open and she dug in her bag for her pencil case. Then she plucked her sketchbook out of Lukaâs hands and turned to a blank page.
âMarinette?â Luka asked, sounding slightly bewildered though she didnât look up at him to see.
âCan you play that last one again?â Marinette asked distractedly, setting her pencil moving across the page.
âYeah, sure,â Luka said, still sounding puzzled as he reached for the phone.
âPut it on repeat one please.â
âOkay...â
Marinette began writing. First the name of the band, then phrases that jumped out at her from the songs, then words the music called to mind, then words that described Luka himself. Shapes and colors swirled around in her mind as she wrote, and then she began to sketch. She heard Lukaâs intake of breath beside her but forgot it before she could even glance up.
She paused here and there, swapping out colored pencils and bobbing her head to the rhythm while she thought, but she kept a nice, smooth creative flow. It was easy, designing free form like this, not having to worry about making it look like her design houseâs style, or even Jaggedâs, just...creating something wholly new. It was nice. It was fun.
When she sat back with a sigh, stretching her cramping fingers, she realized Luka had moved back across from her and his guitar was in his lap.
âYouâve been playing?â Marinette asked, blinking. How had she not noticed that?
Luka smiled, and swept his pick down the strings, sending a muted series of notes into the small space. âJust playing along with the song. It doesnât sound that great without an amp but at least this way I get a little practice. You were clearly in the zone and I didnât want to be in the way. And...to be honest I had to do something or Iâd have burned a hole through you with my eyes. Are you finished? Can I see?â
âIâoh.â Marinette looked down at her work and blushed. âYeah, I...you know itâs probably stupid, we didnât even talk about what you were looking for, but you know, I heard the song and I had the idea andâwell it made sense at the time. Itâs probably all wrong, though,â she sighed, holding the sketchbook to her chest. âI mean, without a proper consultationâŚI havenât even met your other band members, just you, andâŚâ
âMay I see?â Luka asked, reaching toward the sketchbook but not touching either it, or her. âI mean, I tried not to watch, I didnât know if youâd want me to, but what I did seeâplease?â He gave her the most irresistible puppy eyes sheâd ever seen on a grown man.
She giggled and looked down. Marinette took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She always had this moment, after an initial sketch was finished, this sudden conviction that everything sheâd just done was awful, but sheâd learned to ignore it, to just suck it up and hand over the design and let the client decide. She offered the sketchbook to Luka with a nervous smile.
He took it, his eyes lingering on her as he turned it to face him, and then he looked down at the sketch and sucked in his breath.
Marinette bit her lip hard in an attempt not to babble all the disclaimers, pushing that stupid piece of hair back again, and waited, tense.
When he finally spoke, it was so softly she barely heard him. âYouâre incredible,â he murmured, laying his long fingers on the page next to her sketch. âYou got all of this justâjust from the music?â He looked up at her and she swore for an instant there were stars in his eyes. âYouâre amazing, Marinette. I donât think...I donât think anybodyâs ever gotten my music like this except Juleka.â
âNot just from the music,â she said, her own voice hushed to match his, unable to tear her eyes away when he looked at her like that. âFrom you, too. I mean we only talked today, but Iâve seen you around lots, so I took your style and...amplified it. Played it up.â She shrugged, cutting herself out before she could start babbling.
âYou noticed me?â Luka blinked, and Marinette burst out laughing.
âOf course I did, youâre hard to miss.â
âRight,â Luka looked embarrassed and turned his face away. âIââ
He was interrupted by a buzz and a voice from the emergency panel. âOkay, hang on folks, we think we fixed the problem. Weâre bringing you to the ground floor now. Itâll be a bit slower than usual, but I assure you thatâs entirely normal and youâre in no danger.â
âWell thatâs reassuring,â Luka snorted softly. They shared a grin, and began gathering up their things. Luka stood up and offered her a hand. She accepted, letting him pull her to her feet. He politely looked away as she tugged down her skirt and settled it back into place. She gave him back his hoodie and slipped her little cropped jacket back on, stepping carefully back into her pumps. Â
âIt might not have been the greatest outfit for sitting on the floor,â Luka observed, darting her a shy smile as he put his coat back on and ducked under the strap of his guitar case. âBut you look really cute in it.â
Marinette giggled, blushing, and Luka chuckled through his nose, grinning at the floor. The elevator started moving with a gentle bump and slowly began to descend. Marinette grabbed Lukaâs sleeve reflexively, and turned apologetic but pleading eyes up at him. He chuckled and removed her hand only to wrap his own around it and squeeze tightly. They stood there, each with their free hand gripping the rail as they held onto the elevator and each other for dear life. Neither of them let go until the elevator doors began to slide open.
When they finally stepped off the elevator, Marinette hugged the maintenance tech waiting there impulsively. âOh, thank you!â
âEr,â the elderly man said, patting her back awkwardly. âHappy to help, maâam. You um...youâre okay?â Marinette straightened to see the man was looking over her shoulder at Luka suspiciously.
âOh, yes, Lukaâs a perfect gentleman,â Marinette said, beaming back at her new friend. He blushed. She looked back at the maintenance tech and giggled. âMaybe a little shy, though.â
The tech chuckled, relaxing, and shook Lukaâs hand amiably when Luka stepped forward to thank him for getting them out.
Luka and Marinette drifted towards the lobby doors slowly, both clearly trying to think of something to say.
âYou know, I can still make it to practice before it ends,â Luka said, checking the time. âI was heading out early to work on some stuff, so the others will just be warming up now. Would youâI mean,â he shuffled his feet a little, âIâd love it if you could come with me. You could meet the rest of the band and show them your ideas. Iâm still not sure we could afford you, but maybe we could work something out. I canât imagine Ivanâs terribly attached to his kidney.â
Marinette giggled. âWell,â she sighed, checking the time herself. âMy girlsâ dinner is definitely cancelled, and I honestly have zero desire to get back in that elevator right nowâor climb up eight floors in these,â she added, lifting one small foot and putting it back down with a click. âSo...sure, why not?â
âWe can grab something to eat after,â Luka suggested. âOr on the way,â he amended with a grin when Marinetteâs stomach growled. Marinette moaned and put her hand over her face, but then she peeked at him between her fingers and giggled. Honestly, it was kind of hard to be embarrassed in front of him after theyâd been camped out on an elevator floor for two hours. Heâd tried so hard to make sure she was comfortable, heâd been interested in her work, he had thoughtful and insightful things to say, and his music was amazingâŚand there was still so much she didnât know about him, like the nautical tattoos or what his plans were for his music...
Her breath caught when she saw he was giving her that look again, like...like he really thought she was the greatest thing to ever walk the earth.
It was...really nice to be looked at like that, she was finding. She could get used to it.
âDinner sounds good,â she said, probably a little later and definitely a little squeakier than she should have, and his smile made her knees weak.
They ended up grabbing crepes from a street vender just to take the edge off, because neither of them wanted Luka to be any later to practice than necessary. Eating quickly on the way to the metro, Marinette promptly tripped over an uneven place in the sidewalk, pitching forward with a gasp. Luka caught her arm and steadied her, and then offered his. Marinette slipped her hand through his elbow and they shared a smile.
Donât get ahead of yourself, Marinette, she told herself, trying to calm the flutters in her stomach with a deep breath. It didnât matter; another soft look from him as they got on the train was enough to undo all her efforts.
His practice space was only a short ride away, in a club that was only open on weekends. Luka explained that Rose knew the owner and he let them rent the space for weekday practices as long as they cleaned up after themselves.
She hesitated at the door and Luka looked at her. âEverything okay?â he asked.
âYeah,â she tried to say brightly. âIâm fine, itâll be fine.â
Luka turned away from the door to face her. âWhy are you nervous?â
âItâs nothing,â Marinette said, embarrassed. âItâs just, IâmâŚâ she gestured vaguely at herself. Luks just raised his eyebrows. âBoring,â she finished, shuffling awkwardly. âCompared to a metal band, IâIâm just notââ
She frowned when Luka turned away from her and covered his mouth, and Marinette blinked for a moment before she realized he was laughing at her. Â He cleared his throat and turned back to the door, pulling it open for her and gesturing her through. âI donât think you have anything to worry about,â he said, not quite able to keep a straight face as he said it.
Marinette pursed her lips and went inside, trying not to pout.
âHey guys,â Luka said, in answer to the chorus greeting him from the stage. He set his guitar case on a table and opened it. âSorry I got held up. This is Marinette.â He offered his hand to Marinette and led her forward into the light from the stage. âMarinette, this is Roseââ
âHi Marinette! Nice to meet you!â
âIvanââ
âHey.â
âAnd my sister, Juleka.â
Juleka smiled and gave a little wave.
âJust have a seat anywhere youâre comfortable,â Luka smiled at her. âWeâll try to keep you entertained.â He gave her a wink and a grin and then headed for the stage.
Juleka punched him lightly in the arm as he passed her, and he looked at her, and they seemed to have some kind of conversation without words. Luka snorted softly and shook his head, the lights on the stage clearly illuminating his blush, and Juleka smirked.
Luka got into place and got his guitar settled and plugged in. It was hard to describe the way he changed as he mounted the stage. Even with the guitar strap over his shoulder, the slouch was gone, as was the perpetually sleepy look in his eyes. Then he looked up at her and gave her a grin that made her insides feel like jelly, made only worse when his quiet but strong voice said, âLetâs do this.â
They were so much fun to watch, Marinette thought. They all had such distinct personalities, and they clearly loved what they were playing. Juleka moved with a fluid elegance that was entrancing to watch, while Rose was bursting with energy. Ivan looked big and slow but his drumsticks kept perfect time, and Marinette adjusted her mental image to a charging bull rather than a plodding steer.
And Luka wasâwell she couldnât look too long at Luka. His stage smirk, as she began to think of it, scattered her thoughts completely every time their eyes met. He was contained, poised like his sister, but all the little tricks she now realized he used to tone down his natural intensity were gone. His presence on stage was powerful and she found it...extremely appealing. To put it mildly.
Sexy, Alyaâs voice giggled in her mental ear, but Marinette crossed her legs primly and got out her sketchbook. She began making adjustments and additions to her designs, focusing on the other band members since she didnât know them. She pondered each one of them thoughtfully, and by the time they came down off stage, she had several more pages filled with ideas.
Luka gathered the band around the table and asked Marinette to show them what sheâd been working on. It wasnât exactly the sort of pre-planned client presentation she was used to, but she did her best. Her nervousness quickly faded in the face of their enthusiasm. Her eyes flickered to Luka, who just smiled, not quite looking at her. âTold you,â he murmured. Marinette kind of wanted to pinch him.
âDonât worry about it for now,â Marinette waved dismissively when the subject of payment came up. âAs long as we can cover materials up front, I can cut you a deal on the commission price. We can work out a payment schedule or whatever. I have to be able to take a passion project now and then or Iâll go crazy.â Her eyes might have flickered shyly towards Luka when she said it. He hadnât said much, but Marinette was aware the entire time of Lukaâs eyes on her. Juleka was clearly aware of it too, and looked highly amused by the situation. Marinette blushed and Luka sighed whenever one or the other caught Juleka smirking at them.
âMight want to turn down the smoulder, bro,â Juleka leaned in and murmured to him at one point, just barely audible to Marinette. âYouâre looking at her like sheâs a new guitar you canât wait to play.â
âJules, I love you, but I swear on Momâs guitar I will murder you right here if you donât shut the hell up,â he muttered back.
Rose leaned in and loudly asked a long-winded question, kindly giving Marinette a chance to recover from her unintentional eavesdropping.
âWeâre heading out,â Luka announced finally, standing up and offering Marinette his hand. âWe havenât eaten and I think I owe Marinette dinner at the least for all of this.â
âSure,â Juleka murmured, her voice even softer than her brotherâs and laced with amusement. âThatâs totally the reason.â
âWell,â Luka said, looking down into Marinetteâs face, âMaybe not the only reason.â Marinette blushed as Ivan oohed and Rose put two fingers in her mouth and whistled at them. Luka chuckled. âBye guys.â
âDonât screw it up,â Juleka said as he bent and kissed the top of her head. âI canât take you moping for weeks.â
âYou two have a good tiiiiime,â Rose sing-songed as she waved goodbye. âDonât stay out too late!â She whisper shouted, âText us and let us know if you kiss!â She squealed and grabbed Julekaâs arm. âHe likes her so much, itâs so cute!â
Ivan gave them two thumbs up. âGood luck, dude!â
Luka waved them off with a good-natured âWhatever,â and put his hand against Marinetteâs lower back, guiding her to the door.
âSorry about them,â he said, with a one-shouldered shrug that said, what can you do?
Marinette giggled. âThey like giving you a hard time, donât they?â
âWell,â he sighed as he opened the door. âI canât be too mad about it. Itâs not like theyâre wrong.â He grinned as he motioned for her to go ahead of him.
Marinette did, her head held high, though she was biting her lip to contain her smile. Despite her embarrassment, she was enjoying the attention he paid her.
They found a restaurant and grabbed a table near the back. She finally asked about his tattoos as they ate and Luka moved to the chair next to her, slipping off his hoodie and coat and even lifting the sleeve of his t-shirt so she could see better as he talked about them. He told her about growing up on a houseboat with his mother and the trips they would take together while she not-so-subtly admired the arm he was not-so-subtly flexing. She told him about her family and what it was like growing up with her parents trying to run the business.
âYou were amazing on stage,â Marinette said eventually, and Luka, who had finished eating and was leaning on the table, darted that stage smirk at her. âYes,â she exclaimed, pointing in his face and circling her finger to include all of it. âThat. You know exactly what youâre doing.â
âMaybe,â Luka chuckled, with a wink that was far more devastating than it had been a few hours ago. âEvery performer has to know how to work a crowd.â
Marinette wrinkled her nose at him teasingly. âWell thereâs no crowd here, so turn it off, itâs distracting.â
âThe size of the audience doesnât matter,â he shrugged, absolutely not turning it off. âJust getting the effect that you want. Am I affecting you, Marinette?â
She hadnât expected such a bold flirt, and it showed in her suddenly red face. Luka chuckled. âThat looks a bit like a yes, Marinette.â Then he added, getting a bit pink himself, âYou definitely affect me.â
âWho are you?â Marinette asked, narrowing her eyed at him, half playful and half serious. âThe sexy rocker or the sweet boy who loaned me his hoodie on the elevator?â
Luka looked away for a moment, laughing through his nose, and then looked back at her. âWho are you?â he challenged. âThe cute stammering girl wearing shoes she canât walk inââ He grinned as Marinette gasped in outrage, âOr the classy business lady selling a new client on her ideas like sheâs been doing it since the day she was born?â
Marinette giggled, covering her face. âOkay, fair.â
They both needed a moment to breathe after that. Marinette busied herself with her food and Luka ordered a cup of peppermint tea.
âYou know,â Marinette said, blushing as she picked at her fries. âThis is starting to feel an awful lot like a date.â
Luka chuckled. âI donât know about you but this is the best blind date Iâve ever been on, even taking into account the two hours stuck in the elevator.â He smiled at her. âBut sometimes good things happen even when weâre not expecting them, and sometimes things that shouldnât make sense just do. Iâve never met anyone like you, Marinette. And Iâd be happy to consider this our first date if it means I can take you out on another one.â
Marinette froze for an instant, staring at him with her drink in one hand and the straw pinched between two fingers of the other. Was this really the guy who never spoke and stared at the floor every time they rode the elevator?
He wasnât staring at the floor now. He was staring right at her, and Juleka was right, he was intense. But...Marinette hadnât been lying before. She liked it. She liked it a lot, actually. No one had ever looked at her like that before, like in that moment nobody else existed but her.
Smiling, she said, âI think we can work something out,â and watched him watch her slide the straw between her lips.
They lingered a little longer than necessary over the meal, with Luka sipping his tea while Marinette ordered a hot chocolate piled with whipped cream. Luka laughed at her when she got some on her nose and her eyes crossed trying to look at it. Marinette gave him the cold shoulder for five whole minutes, until he actually began to look worried that heâd really offended her. Then she winked at him over the rim of the cup with its much diminished pile of whipped cream, and the soft look came back.
It was getting late, though, so they gathered their things and headed to the metro. They didnât bother to sit, as they were only going a few stops, and stood together holding onto one of the poles and talking quietly. Eventually Marinette noticed some passengers looking in their direction, and she tugged on Lukaâs sleeve. He bent down slightly.
âDo I look okay?â Marinette whispered to him. âI feel like people are staring. Did I spill something on myself?â
âYouâre fine,â Luka chuckled. âI think itâs because theyâre not used to seeing a sweet lady like you with a punk rock guy like me. Probably thinking you belong with someone like him.â He straightened and nodded at an advertisement on the subway wall, where a very familiar blonde man dressed in a business suit was looking over his shoulder at the camera.
Marinette began to laugh, and Luka raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to explain. âI actually know him and heâs engaged,â Marinette giggled. âHeâs marrying a friend of mine. Iâm supposed to be a bridesmaid in their wedding next year. And believe me, people who donât know better would say they donât match at all either.â Marinette sighed as the laughter faded, though her smile remained. âWell,â she said, sliding her hand down his arm to slot her fingers between his and leaning into his side as she turned her nose up at the gapers, âThe other girls like me donât know what theyâre missing.â
Luka gave her the soft look, and maybe it wasnât as sexy as the stage smirk but it was awfully cute and a lot less intimidating. His fingers closed tightly around hers and he leaned into her too. âAll the guys like me wish they could be so lucky.â
They held hands all the way back to the apartment building.
âWell,â Luka said with some amusement as they approached the elevator doors. âHere we are. Do we take the chance or use the stairs?â
Marinette sighed, shifting on her already tired feet. âI suppose...it didnât end too badly last time, right?â She smiled up at him. âI can think of worse things than being stuck in an elevator with you.â
âSo can I,â Luka chuckled. âAnd several of them involve plunging to the bottom of the elevator shaft instead of just jolting to a halt and having to catch a pretty girl.â
âSo...youâd rather take the stairs?â Marinette asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.
Luka sighed heavily, and then his gaze flickered to her shoes and he squeezed her hand. âNo. Weâre just going to have to have faith that the universe didnât set us up on the most bizarre blind date ever just to let us die at the end of it.â He grinned, and Marinette giggled.
The elevator doors opened (not to the same elevator, and Marinette wasnât sure whether an elevator that presumably hadnât been stuck today was better or worse than the one that had been stuck but that they knew for a fact maintenance had recently serviced). She and Luka shared a look, and then stepped onto the elevator together, hands still clasped tightly.
âIs it okay if I walk you to your floor?â Luka asked, his hand hovering over the panel.
Marinette nodded. âIâm on eight.â
Luka pushed the button, and they both let out a breath as the elevator began to move. Marinette was more anxious than she had expected, and found herself pressing against Lukaâs side. Luka let go of her hand and put his arm around her waist, squeezing lightly. His other hand gripped the elevator rail tightly.
Despite their nervousness, the elevator ascended smoothly to the eighth floor. They both breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at themselves as they got off the elevator.
âWhew,â Luka said, taking her hand again and pulling her off to the side. âWe made it.â He ducked out of the strap of his guitar case and set it against the wall.
âWe did,â Marinette giggled, as he caught her other hand, so that both of hers now rested in his.
âWell, it wasnât the most conventional first date,â Luka admitted, tugging lightly to bring her close. âBut...Iâm really glad I met you, Marinette. And Iâd really like to take you on a second date sometime soon. Maybe one involving less time spent in elevators and more comfortable shoes.â
âHey!â Marinette pouted as he laughed, tightening his grip when she pretended to pull away, drawing her even nearer.
âI know technically we just met,â Luka said, smiling down at her, âAnd Iâm not trying to pressure you, but...Iâve been dying to kiss you for hours now. Can I?â
Marinette only hesitated a moment before nodding, because the truth was sheâd been wanting him to kiss her since heâd stepped on the stage.
Luka held her eyes as he leaned in until they got close, only closing them a breath before he pressed his mouth to hers, slow and soft and so warm. He let go of her hands and brought his own to cup her face, and then slid them back into her hair to tilt her back as the kiss deepened. He tasted like peppermint tea and some giddy part of her brain wondered if heâd drunk it on purpose because heâd already been planning to kiss the hell out of her. She slid her hands up over his shoulders to wind her arms around his neck and pressed into him, and he moaned softly into the kiss.
She had an epiphany right about then, but it wasnât about the mint tea or how he was a great kisser. It was a bunch of little things that came together for her in a sudden flash of intuition, confirmed and affirmed in the way he kissed her like he needed her more than air, the way his eyes stayed closed for a moment when they parted, the stars in those eyes when he opened them and looked at her, his thumbs brushing along her jaw as he leaned back in for just one more, light and soft and reverent, before dropping his hands to her waist and resting his forehead against hers. He was soft and sentimental, an artist and a believer in the romance of taking chances when they come along. He was gentle and kind and considerate, he saw people, he felt deeply and passionately and he believed that love didnât always have to make sense.
He was someone like her.
She was sure there were stars in her own eyes as she looked back at him.
Someone behind her cleared her throat and Marinette jumped, turning quickly. âMrs. Allium!â she gasped at the sight of the purple-haired lady currently waiting for the elevator. âI meanââ
âGood evening, Mrs. Allen,â Luka cut in smoothly from behind her. âIs your grandson feeling better?â
Mrs. Allen beamed at him. âHe is, thank you for asking, my dear. How is your mother?â
âSheâs well,â Luka smiled. âI saw her a couple of days ago and sheâs doing great. Planning another trip in the spring.â
âThatâs good. And itâs good to see you finally made your move, my boy,â Mrs. Allen winked and nodded significantly at Marinette, who was looking back and forth between them with her mouth half-open. âI told you a girl like that wouldnât stay single forever.â
Luka blushedânot the faint tint of color she had seen on him up until now, but a true, deep blush. âYes, maâam. Well, it was sort ofâah...â He shuffled his feet and his shoulders hunched slightly, and Mrs. Allen laughed.
âMm-hmm, I saw what it was,â she said loftily, winking at Marinette, whose face rapidly darkened to match Lukaâs. âNo need to be embarrassed with me, but if I were you Iâd take it behind closed doors before that nosy biddy in 804B pokes her beak out of the door, or itâll be all over the building by morning. Good night, dears!â
âGood night, maâam,â Luka said, and Marinette managed an inarticulate noise and a wave. When Mrs. Allen was gone, she looked up at Luka questioningly.
âWhat?â he shrugged. âYouâre not the only one I run into in the elevator.â He reached for her hand, hesitantly this time. âYouâre just the only one I never got the courage to talk to. I mean, a girl like you...with that smile and those eyesâŚâ Luka hooked one finger under her chin to tilt her face up. âI didnât have a chance. I just couldnât look at you and put more than three words together at a time. Which Mrs. Allen noticed immediately, by the way, the one time all three of us were in the elevator together.â He moved his hand to slide that stubborn lock of hair behind her ear one more time. âI got quite an earful on it the next time I rode with just her.â Â
Marinette giggled. âAnd what did you say?â
âI said, a girl like that wouldnât want to be seen with a guy like me,â Luka replied, and then grinned. âAnd then she whacked me in the gut with her purse and told me I was being an idiot.â He chuckled. âI guess she was right.â
Marinette just shook her head and slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so that she could kiss him full on the mouth. He melted into her with a noise she fully intended to tease him about later as his arms wrapped around her automatically. âI think,â Marinette murmured against his lips, âIf weâve learned anything tonight, itâs that weâre not as different as we thought.â Instead of answering, he kissed her again.
They heard a gasp and the slam of a nearby door, and Luka chuckled. âThere goes the gossip chain,â he smiled ruefully. âWhat did Mrs. Allen say? All over the building by morning?â
âGood,â Marinette sniffed, and kissed him again.
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Riding High Ch 11: Thankful for Chicken Nuggets
Chapter Summary: Itâs Thanksgiving and Maryâs eating chicken nuggets.
Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW, no under 18s thanks!)
Chapter Pairings: Â Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher
A/N: Yeah yeah I know itâs the wrong time of year but hell, weâre all on lock down so the days and months donât actually exist anyway at the momentâŚ
The Boat Company used here IS an actual company in South Pas, but I got no idea who runs it so this is completely made up- roll with me here.
As always Iâm a ho for a REBLOG and COMMENT!Â
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âGood morning hot shot!â Fliss smiled as she held her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she continued to fork up the bedding in the stable.
âMorning sweetheart.â he said softly
âHappy Thanksgiving!â
âBack at ya.â he chuckled softly âYou at the yard?â
âYeah, been here a few hours now.â she said.
âDo you need a hand with anything orâŚâ
âThatâs really sweet but thereâs not much left to do.â she said, honestly âTheyâre all out for the day and are staying there until tomorrow morning so Iâve just a couple of stables and then some paper work to sort out before I pop back this evening to do a checkâŚâ
âOk soâŚâ he said, âOnce youâre done for the morning youâre free for a while?â
âYeah, why?â
âMary had an ideaâŚâ
âI did not!â Fliss heard the 7 year old scoff  âIt was yourâŚâ
âOk, WE had an ideaâŚâ Frank said, and there was some scuffling and Fliss could imagine he was holding Mary at armâs length as she made a grab for the phone âThat maybe you might wanna come join us for dinner if you have time.â
âYou mean your Thanksgiving dinner of chicken nuggets?â Fliss grinned âHow could I turn that down?â
âOk, well, just head over when youâre doneâŚâ
âI might need to head home and shower.â she said, looking down âIâm filthy and probably donât smell great either to be honest.â
âYou can change here, I mean...â
Fliss paused, she had a spare change of clothes in her car. Well, a pair of sweats and a different polo shirt. She normally kept them there just in case of a downpour.
âErm, ok, if you donât mindâŚâ
âNo of course not.â
âAlright, then, Iâll see you in about 2 hours or so?â Fliss smiled.
âGreat.â Frank replied âSee you soon.â
******
Fliss didnât bother knocking. She opened the door and was immediately barrelled into by a flurry of blonde hair.
âHey!â she chuckled, dropping her bag âWanna let me get inside first Stack?â
Mary stepped back and Fliss straightened up and smiled as Frank walked into the kitchen.
He beautiful.â he smiled, dropping a kiss to her lips. Mary sidled off into the main room, a smirk on her face.
âI stink.â Fliss warned âI mucked out 12 stables todayâŚâ
âYeah, youâve smelt better!â Frank laughed as she snorted. âYou know where the bathroom is. Fresh towels in there. You need anything out of this orâŚâ he gestured to her bag, as he went to pick it up.
âItâs just my clothes soâŚâ
âIâll put it in my room.â he smiled, giving her another kiss. âI would offer to come scrub your back butâŚâ he inclined his head to the main room and Fliss gave a snort.
âCalm down Sailorâ she teased âPlenty of time for that later.â
âPromises, promises.â he grinned, picking her bag up and heading through to his room. He dropped her bag onto his bed, glancing round. Heâd attempted to tidy a little bit after the realisation sheâd actually never been in his room before. After their night together the previous week they hadnât managed another night alone, Fliss being a little âuncomfortableâ at being together like that when Mary was literally outside the door and to be honest, it wasnât something Frank was particularly happy about either. It had never bothered him before, because Mary was never there when he brought a girl home but this was different. That said, he knew he was going to have to find somewhere bigger soon, Greg had warned him it would likely be a condition of him being awarded Guardianship. Heâd be lying if he said it wasnât concerning him a bit, living pay-check to pay-check didnât leave him a huge housing budge but heâd work something out, he always did..
Pushing the worry from his mind, he closed the bedroom door and headed back into the room. Mary was sat on the rug looking at the instructions to the new lego kit he had bought her for Thanksgiving.
âSussed it out yet Stack?â he asked and she gave him a withering look. He bit back the laugh that was bubbling in his throat and sat next to her, taking from her, trying to figure the instructions out to make the Storm Trooper helmet, Star Wars being her latest obsession.
âThatâs upside downâŚâ she rolled her eyes, taking it from him to turn it the right way up.
âMy bad.â he shrugged, looking at it again. âOk, soâŚthis pieceâŚand we need one of theseâŚâ
Together they began to pull together the elements they needed for the first section and the next time Frank looked up was when Fliss walked into the living area, a little shyly, wrapped in a towel. Her long, auburn hair was piled up on top of her head and her shoulders were speckled with water. She smiled as she padded past to his bedroom, Mary not even looking up as Frank watched her with his eyes as she closed the door behind her, giving him another smile. There was something so simple, so domestic about the situation, Frank couldnât help but feel a warmth in his chest.
Roberta was right, he definitely had it bad.
âWhen we gonna give Fliss her present?â Mary asked, looking up at Frank.
âAfter dinner.â he said âWhich reminds me, best turn the oven on.â
âWould be a start.â Mary agreed.
Frank rolled his eyes and stood up, heading into the kitchen. Shoving the stuff in the oven, he returned and found Fliss was now sat with Mary who was showing her the instructions.
âI LOVE Star Wars.â Fliss grinned, âSo does BillâŚhe has Cinema Room in the house upstairs and poster from every single Star Wars film on the wall. Iâll show you later tonight.â
âA Cinema Room?â Mary asked âLike, with a huge screen?â
âYeah. Itâs pretty cool. When I finally get round to buying a house Iâm gonna build one too.â
âDo you think I could watch something in there tonight?â
âMaryâŚâ Frank started to warn her but Fliss smiled.
âFrank itâs ok.â she said âAnd yeah, course you can. If you have a favourite DVD we can take that or you can pick. We have loads on the hard-drive and Sky...â
It wasnât long before they were sat round the small kitchen table which had been pulled into the living room to allow them more room. Frank and Mary both showed Fliss their favourite thing to eat in the world- Chicken Nugget Sandwiches. After a sceptical look, Fliss leaned over to take a bit of Frankâs as he offered it and gave a small laugh announcing that it was actually pretty good. After a large slice of Chocolate cake each that had been made for them by Roberta they collapse onto the sofa, Mary once more on the rug, Fliss groaning about the âfood babyâ she was growing, rubbing her hand over her stomach.
âHey FrankâŚâ Mary looked at him. âIs it time now?â
It took Frank a moment and then he realised what Mary was talking about âOh, yeah, hang onâŚâ
He hopped off the sofa and headed into his bedroom, pulling the small gift bag from his dresser. He walked back into the living room and sat back down, shyly handing it to her.
âThisâŚyou got me a gift?â Flissâ eyes went wide.
âYeah.â Frank shrugged.
âYou really shouldnât haveâŚâ Fliss looked at him âI didnât get you two anythingâŚâ
âThatâs not the point of giving a gift.â Â Mary looked at her sternly. âYou donât give to receive, right Frank?â
âRight.â Frank nodded, leaning back on the sofa, looking at Fliss âAnd I wanted toâŚâ he gestured between him and Mary where she was sat, Fred crawling into her lap, ââŚwe wanted to, say thank you for everything over the last few months.â
Fliss smiled at him and then Frank saw a childish excitement cross her face âCan I open it now?â
He nodded, glad she was going to as he wanted to see her face when she did.
With delicate fingers she gently undid the ribbon that the woman at the store had wrapped it with and her mouth dropped open when she saw the white box which was emblazoned with the Pandora name and logo
âFrankâŚâ she looked at him, before she opened the box and looked at the contents. She blinked before her hand gently covered her mouth as she looked down at the silver charm bracelet that was inside.
âI thought it was time you started a new one, for new memories.â he said gently as she reached into the box and gently took out the bracelet which held a single charm in the shape of a boat.
Fliss swallowed, and her eyes filled with tears. âIâŚâ she took a deep breath and Frank frowned as he saw her struggling for composure.
âHeyâŚâ he said, turning sideways on the sofa. His hand gently rubbed up her arm and she fell into him, pressing her face to his chest as he wrapped his arms round her.
âYou made Fliss cryâŚon Thanksgiving.â Mary deadpanned, throwing a ping pong ball for Fred.
âWhy donât you go do that outside?â Frank asked. âStay on the step.â
Mary shrugged and stood up, doing as she was told.
âYou ok?â he asked Fliss softly as his hands rubbed at her back. He placed a kiss to the top of her head and she nodded taking a deep breath.
âSorry, that wasâŚâ she sat back, wiping her eyes âAbsolutely fucking ridiculousâŚâ
âYou do like it right?â he asked, feeling a little nervous.
âBaby, I love it.â she smiled at him, and he felt his chest swell not only at the fact she liked the gift, but that was the first time sheâd used that particular pet nameâŚand he kinda liked it. âI justâŚwell, I canât believe you remembered about my bracelets.â
He shrugged as she reached out to gently cup his cheek.
âThank you.â she said softly, leaning over to kiss him. He happily leaned into the kiss, his tongue snaking into her mouth, sliding against hers as she met him movement for movement before there was a light cough and Frank groaned, resting his forehead against Flissâ as he turned to look at Mary.
âWhat?â
âNeed another ping pong ball. The last one flew under Robertaâs BBQ and I aint going under thereâŚspiders and stuff.â
She headed to the box at the back of the room, dug in and retrieved a net of ping pong balls, digging one out.
âWanna go outside?â Frank asked and Fliss nodded. He stood up and held out his hand, pulling her up with him and they headed out after Mary.
A little while later, after a game of tag on the lawn which resulted in both the girls tackling Frank to the floor in a huge tickle fight, Fliss noting that he was ridiculously ticklish and filing it for future reference, Â they headed back inside, grabbed their things and after an almost tantrum from Mary who wanted to bring Fred and Frank refusing, they headed off in Flissâ jeep for the yard to do the final checks for the evening.
They were just about to head up to the field to make sure all the horses were settled and the waters were topped up when Bill walked onto the yard.
âShouldnât you be with mum getting stuff ready for the party?â Fliss frowned at her dad, surprised to see him.
âAre you joking!â Bill scoffed âYou know what sheâs likeâŚâ he coughed and then put on a light, airey voice âBill, those champagne flutes are grouped in 3s,not 4sâŚno, those plates donât go there, they go thereâŚwhat are you doing with that cheeseboard, the grapes go in the middleâŚâ
Frank felt his eyebrow raise slightly as Fliss laughed. Champagne, cheeseboards? This was not the type of party he was used to, at all.
âOh donât worryâŚâ Fliss said, clocking his face âIt descends into debauchery and chaos after about an hourâŚmum just likes to play the part of hostess with the mostessâŚâ
âI like cheese.â Mary piped up.
âGood, we got plenty of it.â Bill said. âBut, anyway, I dropped by for a reason. I picked something up earlier this afternoon that I think you might like.â
âMe?â Fliss frowned, but before she could say anything else Frankâs attention was taken by a man who was walking down the side of the barn. He was tall, slightly taller than Frank, quite stocky and had a shock of dark brown hair and looked ridiculously like Bill. Fliss gave a little shriek and ran towards the man, throwing herself into his arms as he laughed, twirling her round slightly before he dropped her to the floor.
âThatâs her brother.â Mary supplied and Frank gave her a look.
âYeah I kinda figured that.â he rolled his eyes. âHow do you know anyway?â
âSaw a photo of him.â Mary shrugged.
Frank turned his attention back to the two siblings and Fliss was now looking better her father and her brother, confusion on her face. âWhatâŚI mean, howâŚâ
âIn New York for a stag do on Saturday.â he replied âThought Iâd take the chance and pop down here for a day or soâŚâ
âDoes Mum know youâre here?â she asked.
âYeah, she does now.â he laughed âThere were a few tears this morning.â
âFrank made Fliss cry before.â Mary said, and all attention turned to Frank who hung his head and let out an audibly groan.
âSeriously?â he looked at her as Fliss burst out laughing.
âBecause I was happy.â She said, shaking her head âHe bought me a new Pandora.â
Frank didnât miss the exchange of looks between father and son, both wearing identical expressions of surprise which morphed into soft smiles as Fliss moved and slid under Frankâs arm.
âFrankie, this is my brother SteveâŚâ she smiled, as Steve stepped forward, holding his hand out. âOr Steeb, SteebyâŚwhatever you want to call him.â
âNice to meet you.â Frank smiled as Steve shook his hand, his grip firm.
âLikewise.â Steve smiled âHeard a lot about you.â he then turned to his left and looked down âAnd you must be Mary.â
âYup,â she smiled, looking at him âDid you bring your kids?â
âMaryâŚâ Frank said, looking at her and shaking his head.
âWhat?â She asked, âI was just asking a questionâŚI wanted to meet them.â
âNo, not this time.â Steve smiled âJust a flying visit. But theyâre coming over for Christmas so Iâve no doubt youâll get to see them then.â he straightened up and smiled at Fliss âWhereâs that grumpy ginger Nag?â
Fliss narrowed her eyes âDonât you talk about Heidi like that. Sheâs in the top field.â
âI thought he was talking about VâŚâ Bill mumbled to Frank who gave a snort, and then looked at the man, the pair of them bursting into laughter. By the time they had composed themselves Steve and Fliss were stood, watching the pair of them, hands on their hips in almost identical poses.
âThey do this all the time.â Fliss said, shaking her head âCome on, Iâll take you to see H. I was on my way up to check them all anyway. You coming Stack?â she looked at Mary. Mary grinned and ran forward, linking her hand into Flissâ. Frank didnât see the eyebrow raised on Steveâs face, before the man smiled softly, dropping an arm round Flissâ shoulder and pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
*****
Fliss changed quickly when they were home into a pair of jeans, a strappy top and a pair of sandals before the three of them walked over to the house after another near argument about getting Mary to leave the bucket of lego she had brought with her in the annex which Fliss managed to avoid with the mention of the Cinema Room.
The house was busy, not packed but busy, and there was no way Frank was going to remember everyoneâs names. But he smiled and shook hands as Bill introduced him to people, and he was surprised to find he felt at ease. Most of the people were older than him and Fliss, bar her brother of course, and it was a different circle and class of people he would normally mix with but he certainly didnât feel like any of them were looking down at him, a stark contrast to how he used to feel at his Motherâs parties.
Well, they werenât really parties, more like a gathering which rich snobs used to brag to other rich snobs about how much money they had.
âAnd this is Mike, Martin and Keith.â Bill said, nodding to the final three men, one of whom was giving Fliss a hug.
âYou look great!â she beamed at him âHow much weight have you lost now?â
â40lbâŚâ the man called Keith nodded and Fliss grinned.
âThatâs awesome.â
âAll down to the golf.â he smiled, gesturing to Mike, Martin and Bill âThese guys drag me up there regularly enough.â
âFrank hates golf.â Mary said âSays it ruins a good walk.â
There was a pause as Frank groaned, wanting the ground to open and swallow him. He glared at Mary who looked at him, frowning.
âWhat?â she asked as Bill suddenly began to roar with laughter, the other men joining in.
Frank shook his head and looked round âItâs just not my thingâŚâhe said, by means of an explanation âI prefer playing basket ball or baseballâŚâ
âEach to their own.â the man called Martin beamed. âTo be honest when I was your age I hated it too. Was far more into drinking and women.â
âFrank likes that too.â Mary said, and Frank then really did give her a look.
âShut up.â he said, but of course she didnât as the men continued to laugh.
âAlthough Iâm glad he finally got together with Fliss, because sheâs my favourite. Miss Stevenson would not have been a good choice.â
Frank groaned again and he felt Fliss beginning to chuckle besides him.
âMiss Stevenson?â Bill asked.
âWe donât need to hear about thatâŚâ Frank said, his neck growing hot.
âSheâs my teacher.â Mary nodded âShe stayed at our house one night. I wasnât supposed to be there but I saw her coming out of the bathroom wearing Frankâs sheets andâŚâ
âOk, Mary..why donât we go and see the Cinema RoomâŚâ Fliss hastily cut her off as the 3 men were now all howling with laughter.
âOh, okay.â she shrugged, before she pondered something âWhy was she in your sheets Frank, and not in a towel like Lissy was before?â
At that Bill arched an eyebrow and Fliss felt her cheeks grow warm âI had a shower, Iâd mucked 12 stabled out.â
There was a pause before she recovered and steered Mary out of the room.
Frank grimaced and looked back round as Bill patted him on the shoulder, wiping tears of mirth out of his eyes. âI bloody love that kid.â
âSheâs yours if you want her.â Frank said âI could gift-wrap her for you. Just say goodbye to your private life being private.â
Thankfully the Cinema Room kept Mary out of the way, especially when she had a stash of popcorn, sweets and soda to keep her occupied. For the next few hours Frank stuck mostly by Flissâ side, talking to people, chatting to her brother a bit about his job and the business he had taken over from Bill, his kidsâŚbut Frank got the impression the man was being a little guarded with him. He was polite enough, and wasnât being rude but he wasnât overly warm either. But he supposed that was understandable. She was Flissâ big brother after all.
Mary came down a few hours later and tugged on Flissâ hand. Fliss went with her and Frank headed into the kitchen to grab himself another beer after being told by Verity to âstop asking and just go getâ. He turned round, flipping the lid off, almost bumping into Bill.
âSorry.â he apologised to the man who smiled at him as he held the fridge door open.
âThereâs someone who just arrived that I want you to meet.â Bill said, gesturing for Frank to follow him. With a slight puzzled frown, did as he was told and wandered through to the large lounge where a number of people were congregated. Â
âFrank, this is Alan Maxwell.â he introduced a short, stocky white haired man who was wearing a pair of modern thin-rimmed glasses and a cream blazer over a dark polo necked shirt and dark jeans. Frank took him in, noting his outfit probably cost more than Frankâs entire wardrobe.
âHi.â Frank said, shaking his hand âFrank Adlerâ
âThe boat mechanic?â Alan asked.
âYeahâŚâ Frank looked at him then to Bill.
âAlanâs in the Repair and Retail business.â Bill offered.
âI own MarineMax in St Peteâsâ Alan smiled.
âOh on Gulfport?â Frank looked at him and Paul nodded.
âYou know it?â
âYeah, you could say that.â Frank scratch at the back of his neck âI errr, I applied for a job there about 6 years back. But I didnât have the relevant experience soâŚâ
Alan looked at Frank for a moment, âHow long you been a mechanic now?â
âOver 6 and a half years.â Frank said.
âAnd youâre freelancing?â
Frank nodded.
âGood success rate?â
âOver 98%.â Frank said âI mean, I only do one boat at a time because Iâve been juggling my hours around Mary for the last 7 years butâŚâ he shrugged âI have regulars who come back so I must be doing something right.â
âCould you get references?â
âYeah.â Frank nodded âPretty sure I could.â
âHmmmm.â Alan nodded, looking at Bill who inclined his head towards Frank with a smile.
âI told you, Iâll vouch for him.â he shrugged âHeâs sleeping with my daughter after all.â
âJesus BillâŚâ Frank groaned as the two men laughed.
âItâs a complimentâ Bill smiled âIf I didnât trust you I wouldnât let you within 3 foot of herâ
âThanksâŚI think.â Frank looked at him taking a drink of his beer.
âCome see me next weekâ Alan looked at Frank, pulling a card from his wallet and handing it over âI may have a position youâd be interested in.â
âI errrâŚâ Frank was temporarily sideswiped by the suggestion âIâŚthat would beâŚâ
âI know it will be different to freelance but itâs a full time job, full package of benefits and a negotiable wage plus bonus scheme.â Alan said, âIâm not a huge outfit, but I pay my guys well.â
Frank nodded, placing the card in his pocket âIâll stop by.â
âJust give me a call the day before and Iâll make sure Iâm around.â
âI will.â Frank nodded. âThank you.â
Frank made his excuses, realising he hadnât seen Fliss for a while and headed off looking for her. He moved from room to room, realising there was no sign of her or Mary. He headed into the kitchen and then poked his head out of the large bi-folding doors which led onto the large raised decking area which spanned the length of the house.
âHeyâŚâ Frank spotted Flissâ brother leaning on the railing, lit cigarette in one hand, beer in the other. âYou seen Lissy?â
âShe was in the living room last time I saw her.â Steve said chuckling slightly, shaking his head.
Frank frowned at the manâs demeanour and Steve noticed, and smiled. âSorry, just seems strange. Hearing someone else call her Liss or Lissy other than the family.â
âYeah, well, I kinda picked it up from Bill and it stuck.â Frank smiled.
âYeah she doesnât suit Felicity.â Steve shook his head âAlthough thatâs all he ever fucking called her. Apparently her nicknames were too common.â
âYeah well, heâs a dick.â Frank shrugged
âNo arguments here.â Steve said, looking at Frank. Frank watched as the man studied him for a second, clearly thinking about something before he returned to leaning on the rail of the decking, looking down over the huge garden area as he took a final drag from the cigarette, before stubbing it out in the fire bucket to his right.
âOkâŚâ Frank stepped outside. âLetâs have it.â
âHave what?â Steve asked, looking at him.
âThe big brother lecture. The one where you threaten to rip my head off if I hurt your sister.â Frank said as Steve gave a huff of a laugh.
âWell, rest assured I will.â Steve looked at Frank as he too leaned on the railings. âBut Dad says youâre a good bloke soâŚthatâll do for me.â
Frank nodded and took a pull of his beer âI have no intention of hurting her, in anyway.â he said, his voice loaded with meaning and Steve sighed.
âI know.â he said gently âI justâŚwell, I worry.â
âUnderstandable.â Frank nodded, and it was. He got it, he really did.
âI hated that fucker.â Steve said, shaking his head âright from the start. Smarmy assed, stuck up YankâŚoh, sorry, no offence.â
Frank laughed âNon-taken.â he waved Steveâs apology away.
âI know sheâs only actually my step-sister but well she was only 2 when I met her andâŚâ
âBlood doesnât make you family.â Frank nodded âIf you ever meet my mother youâll realise that.â
âYeah, Fliss wasnât very complementary of her.â Steve snorted.
âShe called her a cold hearted bitch to her face.â Frank raised an eyebrow as Steve laughed.
âI shouldnât be pleased at thatâŚâ Steve said, smiling âBut not long ago she wouldnât have been brave enough to be that outgoingâŚâ
âOh she certainly isnât backwards in coming forwardsâŚâ Frank shook his head
âSomething he managed to suck out of her.â Steve sighed.
âYou know, Iâd love to get that fucker alone in a roomâ Frank glowered. â5 minutes, thatâs all Iâd need.â
âGet in line.â Steve said, âBehind me and dad.â
âYeah, Fliss said something about there being a queue.â
âThe day she said she was moving to Boston to be with him full time, it was the worst day of my life. And Mum and Dadâsâ Steve said, taking another drink. âBut we knew if we tried to stop her it would give him the perfect excuse to turn her against us. So what could we do but support it.â
He hung his head slightly and Frankâs brow furrowed at the manâs open display of vulnerability
âI wish weâd done more, you know, anythingâŚbut we didnât know how bad things had got. Not that he was hurting her, not like that.â
âNone of it was your fault.â Frank looked at him. âOr your parentâs. Or Flissââ
âNo, I know that but it doesnât stop any of us feeling guilty.â Steve sighed. âBut, anyway, itâs in the past now. That is until he goes for parole, which he will.â
Frank shrugged âWeâll greet that when it happens.â
âYeah?â Steve looked at him. âYou ready for all that? Because I guarantee what sheâs told you, well it wonât even scratch the surface Frank.â
âAre you asking me if Iâm gonna bail when the going gets tough?â
âSuppose I am, yeah.â Steve looked at him.
Frank took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, quelling the frustration that was brewing at the manâs questioning, reminding himself that he had a right to worry, a right to be concerned. Heâd feel the same if it was Diane in this position.
âLook, Steve, I know she hasnât told me everything. And Iâm not gonna push her to either. It isnât important to me to know every sordid little detail of what that cunt did to her. What is important is that sheâs happy with me, and that she feels safe and knows that Iâd never hurt her like that and I sure as hell wonât abandon her when the road gets a little bumpy. She was there for me through a very bad time recently and, wellâŚâ Frank shrugged âEven if we decide that what we have isnât working Iâd still be by her side.â
Steveâs face remained passive for a second before it split into a grin âI donât think thereâs any worry about that, Frank. From what Iâve seen this afternoon and this evening, Lissyâs besotted. In fact, Iâve never seen her like this before.â
Frank felt his cheeks flush a little and he looked down âYeah, well, the feelingâs mutual.â
Steve opened his mouth to say something else but they were interrupted.
âMy ears burning?â Fliss asked, eyeing the two men up.
âI was justâŚmaking sure his intentions are honourable.â
Fliss rolled her eyes with a snort âhis intentions are honourable? What are you, like 90?â
Steve shrugged âNo, but Iâm 3 years older than you and still your big brother TitchâŚâ
âWhatever, Steeby.â she moved over to where Frank was stood and slid under his arm âQuit with the 3rd degree or Iâll tell Mum youâve been smoking.â
âYou wouldnât!â he said in mock horror as she raised an eyebrow. Steve turned to Frank and raised his eyebrow, jerking his head towards his sister âSure you know what youâre letting yourself in for?â
Frank laughed âher bark is worse than her biteâŚowww!â he said, as she nipped his arm.
âSure it is.â Steve winked as h pushed himself off the railing and headed inside.
âWas he being an ass hole?â Fliss watched him go before she turned to Frank and he chuckled, pulling her closer.
âNo,not at all.â he said, dropping a kiss to her lips âWhereâs Mary?â
âWith Dad in the living room with the guys from the golf club.â she said, shrugging.
âNo doubt revealing more of my dark secrets.â Frank groaned.
Fliss laughed âNah, sheâs got her lego. Bill and her will have some kind of building contest going on no doubt.â
âI told her to leave those in the annex.â
âShe did. I took her to get them.â Fliss shrugged
âSeriously?â Frank looked at her, rolling his eyes.
âWhat?â Fliss looked at him âShe was bored and wanted something to do.â
âYouâre a pain in my ass.â he said, his arms circling her and she grinned as he dropped a kiss to her lips.
âHush, Sailor, you love it.â she smirked against his mouth.
âYeah, yeah I do.â he muttered, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.
******
It was about midnight when the party started filtering out. Mary was crashed out on one of the sofas so Frank suggested they call it a night and Fliss, feeling the effects of a fair amount of alcohol, agreed. They made their goodbyes and Frank easily scooped Mary up and the three of them made their way, a little slower than usual, to the annex.
Once theyâd roused Mary and sheâd changed for bed Frank tucked her in, in the bed in the spare room and she was flat out before he even closed the door. He headed into Flissâ room and laughed as she was led on the bed with her legs over the edge, feet flat on the floor. She was wearing just her bra and jeans, and her arm was bent over her eyes.
âMy jeans are too tight.â she said.
âWhat?â Frank laughed.
âI canât be bothered to take them off.â she leant up on her elbows and ginned at him âWanna help me out Sailor?â
âHappilyâŚâ he grinned, and moved towards her but she stopped him.
âAh ahâŚâ she said, pointing to his polo-shirt. âOff.â
With an arch of his eyebrow he reached back and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, pulling it over his head. âBetter?â
âYup.â she nodded as he moved towards her, gently dropping down and undoing her jeans. With a tug he pulled them down over her thighs, his hands softly tracing up her skin as she sighed, before his lips met hers.
âYou were a hit in thereâŚâ she said gently, her fingers tracing the muscles on his arms as he propped himself up over her.
âYeah?â he asked, gently shifting so that she moved with him, laying further up the bed.
She nodded âCharmed the pants off all the posh bastards you did, Adler.â
âThereâs only one person Iâm interested in charming the pants off.â he quipped and she laughed, shaking her head.
âSmooth.â
âIs it working?â
She glanced down. âNope, theyâre still on.â
âGuess Iâll have to use my hands thenâŚâ he said, and with a quick move down he slid them over her ankles and gently pressed his lips to her skin, trailing soft kisses up the inside of her leg, nipping at the inside of her thigh. Fliss gave a soft sigh as he moved, his short beard scratching at her skin as he moved, her hands fisting in the sheets. When he reached his target he gently placed a long lick up her entrance, causing her hands to tighten on the soft covers besides her, before one gently fisted in his hair. His lips and tongue gently teased her, all the time Frank relishing the fact that her breathing was quickening as she neared her release, her body writhing in pleasure. It wasnât long before her hand tightened on his hair and he gave a low moan at her touch, which vibrated through he body, and her hips bucked upwards. Placing a strong arm over her waist he held her down as her knees tightened slightly around his head and she let out a gasp, her arm flying to her mouth to stifle her loud moan as she came hard. Working her through it he then moved back, stripping off the remainder of his clothes before he crawled up her body again, kissing his way up from her naval to her chest. She arched her back and he reached around to unhook her bra before he set his attention to her breasts.
He could listen to the noises and whimpers she was making all day but after a week he was aching for her.
âNeed youâŚâ he said softly into her ear and she nodded, her hand gesturing to her bedside table. He paused and pulled open the drawer, and had to smirk as he saw the packet of condoms in there. Pulling one out he opened it, whilst Fliss gently gave him a stroke causing him to hiss slightly, his fingers fumbling on the foil and she grinned.
âSomething distracting you Sailor?â
âYou know damned well whatâs distracting meâŚâ he said, his voice almost a growl as her hand moved over his whilst he rolled the latex down.
Her giggle turned to a moan as he buried himself inside her, his entire body feeling coiled like a spring, and his thrusts began as slow, and deep before soon she was begging for more and he picked up the pace, each movement rolling against her spot, causing her to breathlessly whisper his name as he buried his face into her neck, nipping and biting at that spot that drove her wild. At some point she moved, gently pushing on his shoulders, and he understood, rolling onto his back. She moved to straddle him, pulling her long hair over one shoulder as she leaned down to draw him into a deep, sultry kiss before she sank down onto him, taking him in.
âFuck, LissyâŚâ he said, his hands gently gripping her hips as she began to move, rolling her pelvis, âGod you feel so goodâŚâ
She preened at his praise, her pace quickening as she leaned forward again to kiss him, a moan falling from her mouth as he raised his hips to meet hers, his fingers tightening on her hips. Frank looked up at her, her mouth slack, lips plump, freckles still visible in the soft light from the outside lights, breasts bouncing softly as she moved.
âSo beautifulâŚâ he said, sitting up and she cried out at the change of depth as he pulled her close, thrusting up into her.
âFrankie, IâmâŚâ and with a low whine her head tipped back as her release washed over her, a slow, deep burn which left her slack in his arms, as she collapsed forward. After a few more desperate thrusts he was right behind her, clinging to her, his face buried into her shoulder, his own groans stifled in her skin.
They stayed like that for a little while, both recovering, hands softly dancing over skin before he leaned up to give her a soft kiss.
âYou ok?â he asked, and she glanced down at him, her hands cupping his face as her lips ghosted over his.
âNever better.â she whispered to him, kissing him again.
*****
Frank woke the next morning and as he blinked, he realised he was alone. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes, before he could hear soft voices from elsewhere in the annex. Grabbing his phone he looked down and with a start realised it was past 10. Â Running a hand over his face he climbed out of bed, grabbed his bag and retrieved a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt before he grabbed his jeans which were now folded and placed over the back of the chair by Flissâ vanity unit. After sorting himself in the bathroom he made his way downstairs and found Fliss and Mary sat outside in the small yard, an array of breakfast items on the table. Fliss long hair was pulled into a messy pony tail and she was wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of denim jeans. Even like that she looked effortlessly gorgeous.
âMorning.â he greeted, stepping out onto the decking and Fliss smiled at him.
âHey.â she said, accepting the kiss he dropped onto her cheek before he sat down next to her. âSleep well.â
âHmmm I was tired for some reason.â he quipped, causing her to grin.
âFliss says I can go ride Monty today.â Mary looked at Frank. âIs that ok?â
âItâs not your week for a lesson.â Frank said, âAnd itâs Friday.â
âItâs ok.â Fliss said âThe riding school is shut. Joanneâs done the morning shift so we can just go up this afternoon. I need to work Cap and Bronson but she can ride if she wants.â
âPleaseâŚ.â Mary looked at Frank who sighed.
âIâve gotta nip to the boat yard.â he said, âGot some guy who needs a motor looking at and I said Iâd meet him todayâŚâ
âI donât wanna go to the boat yard.â Â Mary pouted.
âItâs ok, she can come with me.â Fliss offered âI donât mind, honestly.â
Frank hesitated, he didnât want Fliss to think she was obliged to take Mary. He knew that the pair of them came as a package but still.
âYou sure?â Frank asked âRoberta would normally take her but sheâs not back until tomorrow.â
âYeah, its fine.â Fliss nodded âShe can help me and Joanne.â
âOk, then, yeah, you can go.â
Mary grinned and turned her attention back to her book.
âYou want breakfast?â Fliss asked, moving to stand.
âIâll get itâŚyou stay there.â Frank said, but Mary suddenly jumped up.
âNo itâs ok, we made you something specialâŚâ
With that she shot into the kitchen.
âSpecial?â Frank looked at Fliss, and she grinned as his lips met hers.
âYeahâŚâ she nodded to Mary who emerged from the kitchen, giggling. Frank gave a snort of a laugh and shook his head as she thrust the box of Special K into his hands.
âThanksâŚâ he deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
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Growing Pains - Chapter One - Despite You, Iâll Be Happy
I watched as the sunlight played with the curtains at the office. It revealed the dust floating in the air, reflecting itself in it, making it seem like little angels had come to visit. For two whole seconds, I allowed myself to believe that was true, and that I was being blessed, protected. But I turned again to my darkest thoughts, and those were telling me I was beyond any blessing. I was broken, and only a miracle could put the pieces all together into something that made actual sense. My therapist woke me up from my stupor.
âTell me whatâs on your mind.â
âDust and angels.â I replied, not thinking too much before I answered. She would find a hidden meaning in my words, no matter what I said. âThat Iâm beyond repair.â
âAndrea, what happened does not define you. You need to remember that at all times. It can severely injure you, physically and emotionally, but it canât change you. Not unless you let it.â
I laughed bitterly. Of course it defined me. Emotional and verbal abuse is all about changing the conception of oneâs self, to tear it to pieces, to make it drown it bloody sorrow. And even if I could disengage from that hopeless feeling, even if I could be stronger, which I was clearly not able to, there was a mark, hidden yet apparently visible to the public eye, the one of the weak battered girlfriend. That mark was carved in me, unwilling to heal and fade away.
Even if I could overcome abuse, even if I could become stronger, I still had to deal with that. Always having someone look at me like I was going to break at any minute, walking on eggshells around me, developing feelings of pity and compassion, instead of respect. That defined me and defined how the world saw me. The abuse I had gone through was my Mark of Cain.
âAre you still going to your Krav Maga lessons? Are they helpful?â
âYes.â
âHow do you feel when you go? Do you feel empowered?â
âMostly angry. Infuriated.â
âAnd why do you feel that?â
âI wish I could punch him instead. I wish I could do to him what he did to me. I want payback.â
âDo you know whatâs the best payback you can have?â My therapist came closer to me, and held my hand. Was it pity? The question made my eyes water.
âDeath penalty?â I joked, mostly to disguise my incoming tears.
âYou make him see heâs meaningless. Be happy, despite him.â She paused, like she was carefully choosing the words, and then she softly smiled at me. âOne of these days, Andrea, you'll see he can no longer hurt you, you have taken that power from him, but that will only happen when you allow yourself to be happy again. Iâm sure that you will find amazing things about yourself, things you didnât even know existed.â
I let one or two tears leave my eyes, and no more than that. I was tired of crying.
âYour mother says you got accepted for an internship at a prestigious investment company overseas, is that right?â
âYes, in Loveland, for Loveland Financial Group. I need an internship to finish my doctorate.â
âSo, when are you going?â
âIâm not sure I should do it.â Just the very thought of embarking on that sort of journey made my stomach tighten.
âWhy not?â
âNot very interested. Not excited. Not ready.â
âI think you should. You keep complaining people look differently at you here. In Loveland, people wonât know. It could give you the space you need to heal. Plus, it will get your mother out of your hair.â
Later that night, I took from my bag the green notebook I had bought on my way home. Ceremoniously, I opened it, and wrote on the first page in red letters.
Dear asshole,
Thank you for making me not care for my life at all. I hope you fall on your face and break every beautiful porcelain tooth you have.
Fuck you,
Andrea
I paused, looking at the venom I had spread on that page. I thought about what the therapist said about moving to Loveland. A brand new start. A place where I could be just Andrea, and not Andrea the abused girlfriend. Or Danielâs girlfriend, the girlfriend of the boy wonder. I could prove to myself and others that I was strong enough to overcome it. And my family would be relieved to see me do something for myself, to start a new life, and they could finally relax. I could make them proud.
These thoughts sparked something inside of me that I couldnât figure out at the moment, maybe it was hope. I took the notebook and wrote a few more words, closing it with determination. On the first page, in red, one could read:
Dear asshole,
Thank you for making me not care for my life at all. I hope you fall on your face and break every beautiful porcelain tooth you have.
Fuck you,
Andrea
PS: Now just sit and watch while I turn it all around. I get to be happy, even if it is in spite of you.
________________________________________________________________
Two months later
My phone rang while I was brushing my teeth, getting ready to leave the house. I pushed my toothbrush to the side of my cheek and checked the phone. It was my mother.
I ran to the bathroom sink to spit the toothpaste and rinse my mouth before I answered the phone.
âAndy, youâre on speaker. Getting ready for the interview?â My mother asked. I could clearly hear my father and my brother in the background.
âJosh is there too?â I asked, surprised. It should be around 11 pm on the previous day in Portugal.
âYes, and Cristina too. Sheâs just putting Ana to sleep. So tell me, what are you wearing? Did you see the outfit I packed for you?â
I looked at the teal neck boat dress on my bed, smiling.
âYes, Mom, thank you.â
âI think it will go really well with your peacockâŚâ
âBracelet, yes, I know. Itâs right here.â I twirled the peacock pendant in my hands. The peacockâs wings were adorned with blue and green crystals, that glistened in the sunlight coming from my window as I moved it.
âGood luck, honey. We all love you. We are so very proud of you.â I could hear my motherâs throat catch in this last sentence.
âSure. I love you guys.â
âLOVE YOU, ANDY!â I could hear my father and brother from afar.
After hanging up, I put on my dress and went to the bathroom to fix my hair. I had wished I had straight hair my whole life, because my hair had a life of its own. I loved the color, it was light brown with natural golden highlights, but it wasnât exactly curly and it wasnât exactly straight, it had these soft waves that would look nice on most days, making beautiful curls at the tips, but there were other times my hair would just decide to stay frizzy, no matter what I did. That day was a frizzy day, so I just made a ponytail and applied some styling foam, hoping it would be at least acceptable, and not look like a broom.
After careful consideration, and reminding myself of the hot weather outside, I applied almost no makeup, just the enough amount to conceal the dark circles under my eyes. Some lip balm, and that was it.
When I arrived at LFG, the hall was full of people, probably interns like me. I went to the reception to give my name.
After a while, a man with brown hair and brown eyes framed with glasses came to me, shaking my hand.
âGood morning, my name is Henry Goldman. Are you Miss Jones?â I nodded with a smile. âGood. Please follow me to the conference room. The CEO will meet us there.â
We both sat in a huge conference room with a big glass table, with some silver ornaments decorating the center of it. It had a professional and minimalistic decoration, the floor was made of black marble, and the walls behind and in front of me were made of frosted glass. There was a huge screen on one of the other walls, that were painted in light grey, probably to show documents during meetings, while the other wall bared LFG logo, in silver letters.
Goldman sat across from me, slightly to my right side, holding some documents. We sat awkwardly in silence, while he flipped through the pages. After a while, he started to fidget. Seeing him so nervous, my palms started to sweat, and I took a tissue from my purse to clean them, trying to calm my nerves. I didnât really know what I was so worried about, I had already been accepted, this was just a formality.
âMr. Lee should be arriving at any moment.â He said, nervously.
âI can wait. Donât worry.â I used the calmest voice I could muster, to see if I could make him relax. The man was making me jittery.
âActuallyâŚâ He got up, seemingly unsure that he should. âI better checkâŚ. Could you hold on for a secondâŚâ He opened the door and looked outside, but saw something that made him quickly shut the door and bolt to his chair. I remembered when I was a child and the class was rowdy, waiting for the teacher in the classroom, and how we ran to our seats when we saw the teacher approaching. I bet my life thatâs how I looked like back then.
A tall man entered the room, wearing a charcoal suit, black shirt and silver tie. His expression was grim and cold. Without a word, he sat next to Goldman, facing me. Goldman got up, smiling widely, and introduced us:
âAndrea, this is Victor Lee, our honored CEO. Victor, this is Andrea Jones, our new-â
âQuit the idle pleasantries and get me some coffee.â
I was surprised by his tone and quick dismissal, but tried to maintain a neutral face. Goldman turned to me to ask if I wanted coffee, looking more agitated than before. I shook my head immediately. By that time, the CEO had already grabbed the files Goldman left on the table and was skimming through them silently, his expression impatient.
I was left alone with him, trying not to look very nervous. I started playing with the peacock on my wrist.
âWhy LFG?â The CEO asked, breaking the silence and my trance. I noticed his eyes for the first time, wondering what color they were exactly. Black? Grey?
âIâm sorry?â I was clearly distracted and wasnât expecting him to start like this. He sighed and asked again, his voice dripping annoyance.
âWhy did you choose to apply here?â He spoke purposefully slowly, like I was too dumb to understand. âYouâre from Portugal, why choose a place so distant?â
I tried not to roll my eyes at his insult, acting the most professional I could. Remember to relax, Andrea. Believe in your qualities. The job is already yours.
âLFG is one of the most prestigious and high quoted investment companies on the market almost since its birth. I already have experience in investment companies, now I want to learn from the very best. The distance is just a happy coincidence. I appreciate the change of scenery.â
His grey eyes turned to my brown ones, holding the gaze fiercely.
âDo you know why LFG holds such a high place on the market?â
âI can imagine. High standards, an eye for business, and hard work.â I said, trying to look confident.
âYou have an impeccable resume, so much that I had to confirm its veracity. Every teacher and employee I have contacted has only the best to say about you, how hard-working and bright you are. And I am pleased with your attitude. I just need a last piece of information.â
âYes, Sir?â
âLast year, you seemed to be inactive. No work, no studies.â
âIâve had some health issues. Iâd rather not go into details, but all is well now and I donât expect any problems in the future.â
âVery well. The job is yours.â
I blinked at him.
âWasnât that decided already?â
The CEO looked me in the eye, his eyes cold.
âI hope you understand the opportunity thatâs being presented to you. A golden ticket. Did you notice the crowd of people at the entrance?â
âThe new interns?â I asked, confused.
âThe people that are after your job, and that I will have to turn down. Do not disappoint me.â
And without any other word, he left the room, forgetting about the files, forgetting about the coffee.
And I sat there, my mind foggy with the interaction. And apparently, I forgot to walk.
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Galactica, Chapter 35 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Click here if youâre looking for previous chapters (or here if youâd rather read on AO3). đŤ
Last Chapter: Violetâs promotion became official, and Bianca set her sights on a certain blonde.
This Chapter: Violet begins her new job, and things are not exactly what she expected.
***
Even though everything was technically all the same, Violet felt like she had walked into a completely different building.
She had greeted Roxy with a smile, the receptionist at her desk when Violet had walked in at 9:30 for her visit with HR, people actually present unlike when Violet usually came in at the crack of dawn. Trixie had insisted that she take a slow morning, almost forbidding her to come in with the rest of the floor, and Violet guessed that it made sense since it was her first day.
Violet walked out of the elevator, her heels clacking on the floor, her stomach filled with butterflies.
Her morning had been a lot more messy than she preferred. She had changed her clothes a million times, unsure what to wear, until she had finally settled on a simple long sleeved top and a full skirt. It was completely Fame approved, but Violet felt comfortable in it, none of it too flashy or attention grabbing. Violet knew how to use a sewing machine in heels, but she still had a pair of flats in her bag, just in case someone truly cared about the company's safety guidelines.
She paused in front of the door, smoothing down her skirt, one, two, three times, before grabbing the handle and opening the door to the first day of the rest of her life.
âViolet!â Trixie smiled brightly, standing up from where he had been leaning over Giaâs shoulder, who was somehow still miraculously working at the company - even after her screw up in the Fall. âWelcome! Iâm so happy youâre here.â
âOh,â Violet stopped. She couldnât remember ever being greeted with so much enthusiasm when coming into work, but it was nice, very nice. âIâm happy to be here?â
âYes you are,â Trixie grinned, walking over to her, the man wearing a somewhat ridiculous white t-shirt with a pink and blue band logo Violet didnât recognise. âWeâre going to have so much fun, but first, Everyone!â
Trixie clapped his hands, catching the attention of the entire department who all turned to them.
âThis is Violet Chachki, you all already know her as Fameâs assistant,â Trixie smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. âSay hi.â
âHello,â Violet said, lifting her hand in greeting. She wasnât sure what to do with herself, the whole thing horribly embarrassing, everyone looking at her. Violet wasnât unused to attention, but she disliked it heavily when it was focused on her person, and not on something she had created.
She attempted a smile, doing her very best not to let anyone know how awkward she felt.
âShe is going to be working with us now here in the best department of Galactica!â Trixie released her, earning a laugh from everyone. âI want you all to make her feel welcome and settled since we all know what it was like to be new,â he finished with a lot of them looking on with slight smiles and waves.
âYou got it coach!â
Violet turned to look at the source of the voice, an incredibly tall bald man with a gigantic smile and a raspy voice the one who had called out. Violet recognized Bob, who was the design department's project manager, though she didnât think she had ever seen him in Fameâs office.
âLet me show you around.â Trixie looped their arms together, dragging Violet with him before she had the chance to put down her bag, or even take off her jacket.
The design floor was a myriad of various fabrics in countless colors and prints with a multitude of textures to choose from.
Dress forms, in an assortment of sizes, lined the walls under large glass windows that brought in natural light and a beautiful view, of the east side, of Central Park.
The floor had neat rows of long work tables each with their own computers, drawing sections, sewing machines, hanging dress form and a rolling stool.
âAaaaaaaand this, is your desk!â Trixie smiled brightly, throwing an arm out as he showed Violet her place.
âWhatâŚâ Violet looked at the big collage that was put right in the middle. âIs that?â
âRight?â Trixie grinned, clearly very proud of himself âI made it for you.â
âOhâŚâ Violet bit her lip, unease welling up in her body. The gesture was kind, but it was strange to see so many pictures of herself, most of all because she had no idea when most of them had actually been taken. âThank you.â She was sure she could stuff it in her drawer later, the paper looking sturdy enough to be shoved down there.
âDonât mention it,â Trixie gave her a halfarm hug, holding her against his side for a minute. âNow, next on the agenda- Jovan, pay attention.â
âSure thing coach.â
Violet watched as Jovan turned around, the man sitting backwards on his chair, one of his long limbs pulled up in what looked like an extremely uncomfortable position.
âHello.â Jovan smiled, a gigantic white toothed grin on his face. He was bald, the top of his head somehow not smooth like Bobâs, but instead sort of wrinkly.
âJovan will be your desk mate.â
Violet had wondered who sheâd be seated next to, and while she had never actually spoken to Jovan, he wasnât her worst option.
âHello,â Violet held out her hand, âIâm Violet.â
âPlease,â Jovan snorted, grabbing her hand in a surprisingly hard grip. âI already know who you are.â
âJovan is one of our contemporary designers.â
Violet nodded, hiding a smile. It was clear as day that Jovan was in contemporary, his shirt a multicolored almost neon asymmetrical tunic.
âOne of the best,â Jovan squeezed her hand, letting it go, âcontemporary designers. Donât touch my stuff, and I promise that you and I will get along great.â
âJovan-â Trixie started scolding, but Violet cut in.
âIâll keep my hands to myself.â Violet put her bag on the table. She had never seen Trixie scold anyone, but judging by the furrow of his brow, Jovan was toeing the line.
âWhatâs on the agenda, coach?â Jovan had somehow managed to cross his legs around the chair, a pencil dangling from his mouth.
âOh,â Trixie smiled, and Violet reached inside her bag, grabbing her notebook. âViolet has the morning off.â
âWha-â Violet paused, unsure if she had heard Trixie correctly. âExcuse me, what did you say?â It was only Monday, but Violet knew that design had their weekly department wide meetings every Thursday, and if she was being honest, she had expected to be thrown directly into the work, the Christmas collection just around the corner.
âThe morning off.â Trixie grinned. âDecorate your desk, say hi to everyone, get all your little knick knacks in order and later weâll have cake to celebrate your first day.â
***
Jovan groaned slightly. He was supposed to be working on the holiday collection but he just couldnât seem to find an interesting angle.
Jovan didnât like making gowns, and though he had managed once or twice to sneak in a pants suit or something mildly interesting, Raja and Fame had a clear almost inarguable preference towards high classic glamor when it came to the holidays.
He flipped back and forth between his sketches, pencil in his mouth, erasing a line here of adding one there. After a bit, he sensed a disturbance in the energy, his attention shifted slightly across the table to his new deskmate.
Violet was sitting at her desk, tapping her nails on the wood, her lip between her teeth as she was looking out on the department. She was practically radiating nervous energy, her desk already all neatly set up.
Jovan noticed a leather bound planner, a collection of pens and pencils in an empty Dior box, a thick stack of sketching paper, as well as a well stocked sewing kit, a golden pair of scissors sticking out.
She seemed to be in worse shape than he was, clearly not used to being given idle creative time, and Jovan smiled slightly, deciding to take pity on her.
âHey, Violet.â Jovan pushed his chair out, scooting over to her table. âIâm working on this dress,â Jovan put his sketches down on Violetâs desk, âand I canât figure out the hem length. Will you check it out?â
âOh, um, sureâŚâ Violet leaned over the desk table, pushing a bit of her hair behind her ear. Jovan hadnât noticed the bracelet or her rings before, the golden jewelry clearly well worn, but also well taken care of. âWhatâs the problem?â
âSee, Iâm trying it three different ways, but they all feel wrong...â Jovan tapped his sketches, already enjoying how seriously Violet considered the question, examining each sketch closely and looking at them back and forth a few times before attempting an answer.
âI like the length on the second one, but the shoulders on the third one might balance it out more,â she finally said, and he smiled.
âYeah, good call, thanks!â Jovan stretched, yawning slightly. He was already feeling much better, but Violet still looked lost.
âI need caffeine.â Jovan stood up. âYou wanna come for some espresso or a latte or something?â
âOh.â Violet looked genuinely surprised at his request, sneaking a quick glaze at Trixieâs closed office door before she made up her mind. âUm, alrightâŚâ Violet reached for her coat, but Jovan stopped her.
âNo,â Jovan smiled. âI just mean the espresso machine we have in the break room.â Jovan pointed over his shoulder, Violet following his fingers, her brow furrowing. âYou did know that we have a break room down here, right?â
Jovan had heard the rumor that Fame only drank Starbucks, though he hadnât imagined that her assistants shared the luxury, but Violet shook her head, the woman both looking mystified and curious, and Jovan realised that he had never actually seen her in any of the Galactica break rooms ever.
âCome on,â Jovan grabbed her elbow, giving it a squeeze. âIâll show you.â
***
âStop, omigod, I canât breathe,â Maxwell wheezed, clutching Bobâs shoulder and practically choking with laughter at his boyfriendâs story.
âNo, but listen. Then Acid turned to him and-â
Maxwell reached up and covered Bobâs mouth with his hand, having just spotted Jovan strolling towards the break room with Violet in tow.
âIncoming mole,â he warned, giving a nod with his head.
Maxwell had been working at Galactica for his entire career - over ten years now. Heâd seen many assistants come and go from Miss Fameâs office.
Most of the time, they moved on to other jobs in the industry, working for buyers or as stylists. Occasionally, they were promoted within the company. Shangela had started off as Fameâs assistant years ago, and so had Laganja in marketing. But this was the first time anyone had been sent to design. Granted, Violet was one of the more competent and longer-lasting assistants, but still.
He was suspicious.
Bob seemed perfectly ready to welcome Violet to the family with open arms. Maxwell, on the other hand, was more cautious, and the last thing he wanted was for Violet to walk in on some debaucherous story about drag queens.
âLook professional!â he hissed, before removing his hand.
âFirst of all, Iâm always professional. And second, would you relax?â Bob smirked, leaning against the table, his favorite mug in hand. âShe seems perfectly nice.â
âOh please,â Maxwell huffed, âYou just want upstairs gossip.â
For as long as Bob has been at the company--nearly as long as Maxwell, heâd been utterly fascinated with senior management. Their weird quirks and tempestuous moods, all the tabloid nonsense.
âUh!â Bob gasped, holding a hand to his chest. âI resent that!â
âWell, resent it or not, itâs true,â Maxwell quipped.
âYou name one time when Iâve been the source of gossip around here,â Bob said, a hand on his hip, in full queen mode.
âThatâs...what...all the time!â Maxwell sputtered, caught off guard by that ridiculous defense. Bob was a notorious gossip. He was the only person Maxwell knew who still talked on the phone with multiple people every day, for fun. It was half the reason why theyâd never moved in together, Maxwell unable to imagine living with Bobâs need to talk on the phone for hours in the evening. Maxwell enjoyed people too, sometimes, but after work, he more often than not wanted some peace and solitude.
âSo you canât name one specific time? Interesting.â Bobâs brown eyes glittered with amusement, always the happiest when he was in teasing mode.
âYouâre impossible!â Maxwell turned to Jovan, who was now busy with the espresso machine. âBob says heâs not a gossip.â
âHa!â Jovan snorted. âViolet, what do you want?â
âAn americano is more than fine.â Violet smiled, and Maxwell realised that he wasnât sure if he had ever seen that expression on the former assistants face before.
He had never spoken with her before, Ivy always the assistant who came along to the design meetings, but he had seen her follow Fame down the halls, and he still remembered how bad he had felt for her during Fameâs temperature meltdown at their September show.
âViolet, Violet, Violet,â Bob put a hand down, turning his body towards her. âDo not listen to them.â Bob pouting at both Maxwell and Jovan. âIâm not a gossip. Iâm a very trustworthy confidante, so if you have anything you need to share about, you know, upstairs...Iâm all ears.â Bob grinned.
âAh!â Maxwell cried triumphantly, âCase in fucking point you fucking gossip!â
âUpstairs?â Violet looked genuinely confused for a moment.
âYou know,â Bob pointed at the ceiling, âUpstairs.â
âAh.â
Maxwell made a face at Bob, clearing his throat slightly.
Why did he have to reveal everything right away? They didnât know how trustworthy this girl was yet, and so they should really assume zero percent. It was the only safe and logical conclusion.
âSorry, assistant code,â said Violet with an apologetic shrug. âMy lips are sealedâ
âWow. Okay, I see how it is,â Bob said, and Maxwell rolled his eyes.
âHonestly Bob, what if sheâd come down here and started reporting all kinds of rumors? Wouldnât that make you concerned?â he asked, reaching up to tug on on Bobâs ear.
âConcernedâŚ. Entertained⌠Potato, potahto.â Bob grinned, taking another sip from his mug.
âGoddammit,â Jovan said, struggling with the machine. âCracks, can you help me? This fucking thing, we need a new one-â
âSure.â Maxwell stepped over to the machine to assist. He remembered when Trixie first got it for them, almost six years ago, how everyone had just gone crazy over it. But lately it was acting up, and the designers were not pleased when they needed to wait an extra 30 seconds for coffee. The company should really take care of it before there was some kind of mutiny. He made a mental note to talk to Trixie later.
âSo, Violet,â Bob continued, âHowâs it going? Is our boy Jovan being cool, or is he in one of his moods?â
âFuck off,â Jovan cut in, sitting down heavily. âIâm fucking delightful.â
Maxwell chuckled to himself over that, Jovanâs stormy moods something everyone in the department knew intimately.
âHeâs been very kind,â Violet said, her hand gripping the edge of her skirt.
âYeah, yeah.â Bob smiled, rolling his eyes. âLook, Violet, let me give you some advice,â Bob turned to Jovan. âYouâve gotta pay attention to that big vein in his forehead, and when it starts popping out...run.â
âOh.â
âEat a dick, Bob.â
âYours?â Bob looked down, leering at Maxâs brown khakis, a grin on his face, âOr like, any dick?â Bob teased, wiggling his brows. âEither way, Iâm down.â
Maxwell rolled his eyes, giving Bob a Look intended to say ânot in mixed company,â gesturing towards Violet, the poor girl probably scandalized by this kind of talk, judging from her ramrod straight posture and demurely folded hands.
He turned to Jovan for backup, only to find him sitting at one of the tables, big wrinkly head in his hands. Maxwell tapped him on the shoulder, hoping to help him avoid an existential crisis before eleven am.
âHowâs the Hanukkah dress?â Maxwell asked, which is what heâd been jokingly calling the blue cocktail number that poor Jovan was working on. Jovan rolled his eyes.
âKilling me. Violet had a good idea though, so I guess Iâll try that.â
âAre you gonna embroider a menorah on the front?â Maxwell teased.
âNo, I was thinking that the skirt would just be a giant dreidel.â
Maxwell laughed at that, though truth be told, you could never be too sure with Jovan. He might just do it.
âDid Coach assign you anything yet, Violet?â Bob asked.
âNo..â Violet tilted her head. âIs there a reason you call him that?â
âOh. Yeah. So, Trixieâs the only straight guy around here-â
âStraight identified,â Maxwell corrected, and Violet snorted, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.
âYeah, so, we like to give him shit. We call him Coach. You know...â Bob made his hand into a fist and punched Violet very lightly on the shoulder, deepening his voice. âCoach!â
âHeâs the only straight guy, and of course heâs the one in charge of the department,â Jovan added pointedly.
âWell, yes, thereâs also that,â Bob chuckled. âAnyway, have you gotten an assignment for the holiday collection? Iâve seen some pictures of your student stuff,â Trixie had dropped by with Violetâs portfolio, shoving it to Bob who had loved flipping through it. âI assumed youâd be doing gowns most of the time.â
âNo-â Violet opened her mouth, but then seemed to rethink it, and close it again. âNot yet.â
âSo...Chachki,â Maxwell said, handing her coffee over. âAre you Jewish?â
âNo,â Violet said simply, and Bob burst out laughing.
âShe said nope,â he giggled, popping the p.
âWell, where are you from? Whatâs your deal? Tell us everything,â Maxwell continued, undeterred by Bobâs laughter.
âOh. Um⌠Thereâs not much to tell. I graduated from Parsons a few years ago. Iâm originally from Atlanta-â
âHey! Me too!â Bob exclaimed. âIâm from Clayton County. Whereâd you go to high school?â
â-But Iâve been in New York since I was 13.â
âOh, gotcha.â
âI got a job working for Miss Fame, and...thatâs about it.â Violet looked around, her lip between her teeth.
âWow. Fascinating,â
âSorry, Iâm not very interesting.â
âNo no,â Maxwell said. âYou should write a memoir.â
âOmigod, sheâs like twelve years old, leave her alone,â Bob said. âIn case you havenât noticed, Violet, these guys are a mess and you should ignore 98% of everything they say.â
Bob put his arm around Maxwell, squeezing him affectionately even as the insults rolled off his tongue.
âAnd what about you?â Maxwell asked.
âMe?â Bob asked. âOh, fully same.â
***
âWhat,â Violet was staring at the table, a brown concoction staring right back at her, âon earth is this?â
âYou never seen one before?â Alexis smiled, getting in next to her, âThey call it a cronut, girl. Everyone in the city is obsessed with them,â she grabbed one, âand theyâre delicious.â
Violet had spent lunch with Alexis, Gia and April, the three women slipping back and forth between English and Spanish, their conversation practically impossible to follow, but Violet hadnât minded.
It had been incredibly nice to just sit with someone for lunch without constantly checking her phone, Violet unsure if she had ever actually had an uninterrupted lunch break at Galactica before.
âHuh.â Violet bit her lip, still not too sure about the offered treat. âAre we already-â
âHey, Violet-â Violet turned her head to see Blu slip in next to her, a big smile on the Irish woman's beautiful face. Her ginger hair was pushed back with a hairband, her grey eyes attentive and kind. âAre you coming to the happy hour?â
âHappy hour?â
âMmh,â Blu nodded, âa couple of us always go round the corner for a pint on Mondays at 5:30. You know, for bonding and stuff.â
âHuh.â Violet bit her lip. She had seen Blu and Gia working that morning, but it seemed strange to her that they were expecting to be let go at 5:30, the whole thing even stranger since both Blu and Gia were actively enjoying the pastries.
âSo, you coming?â
âOh, no,â Violet did her best to smile, to look genuinely apologetic. âI canât.â
Sutan had texted her about whether or not she wanted to come over after work, and Violet couldnât wait to cuddle up on the couch, tucked safe and sound under Sutanâs arm. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay.â Blu smiled, though Violet wasnât sure it actually was based on the look in her eyes, âYou can come next time-â
âViolet!â Blu was cut off as Trixie came over, âBlu! Are you enjoying the cronuts?â
âYes boss,â Blu held up her cronut, over half of it gone. âItâs delicious.â
âHave you had any, Violet?â
âNo, not yet.â
âHere.â Trixie grabbed a plate, quickly scooping one up for her. âItâs pumpkin chai this month!â
âThanks.â Violet took it, unsure what to do. It wasnât that she hated all desserts, wasnât that she hated all sweets, but what she did hate was trying new things when she was feeling nervous, and even though everyone had been beyond kind to her so far, she couldnât help the unsettling feeling in her stomach that something wasnât right.
âI canât wait to see your finished blouse,â Trixie was smiling, his hand on Bluâs arm. âIâm counting on you.â
âMmh,â Blu nodded, pride in her eyes, and Trixie gave her one last squeeze, clearly intending to walk on and make sure everyone was having a good time.
âTrixie-â Violet took a step forward, her now boss turning around to look at her.
âYes sweetheart?â
âI was wondering, if I could-â Violet wanted to throw herself out the window, the entire thing so terribly awkward, the fact that she was daring to even consider questioning her bossâ process, âitâs about the holiday collection-â
âOh, that silly thing?â Trixie laughed, âDonât worry about it.â
âBut,â Violet took another step forward, âIâd like to, like to worry, that is-â
âYouâll watch the design meeting on Thursday, see how things are done around here.â Trixie smiled. âEase into it, take it slow.â
âBut I have an idea for-â Violet didnât know if she was allowed, but she had already picked up a few of the unfavored fabric swatches, a white silk and some crushed red velvet so to Fameâs taste that she knew she had to give it a try.
âIf you really want to speed things up, you can spend tomorrow shadowing April.â
âReally?â It wasnât what Violet truly wanted, but anything, literally anything, would be better than another day of âtaking it slowâ.
âItâll be perfect for you,â Trixie smiled, âI promise.â
Trixie then took a bite of the cronut in his hand, his eyes going wide. He turned from Violet to call out, âKimberly! Kim, did you try these pumpkin chai cronuts?! Oh my god...â
As her boss wandered off to wax poetic about his pastry, Violet dug her fingers into her palm. Wasnât this department supposed to be the lifeblood of the company? Why was everyone so chill?
Violet tried to be positive, tried to believe that Trixie was only doing what he thought best for her, but she couldnât help wondering if she was still working for Galactica, the feeling of utterly uselessness washing over her for the first time since she had started at the company.
***
âAre you feeling chopsticks or fork?â
âFork please.â
âOf course.â Violet smiled as Sutan began to dig through his cutlery drawer, soft jazz playing from the radio in the window. She had gotten somewhat used to seeing him without his suits in Paris, early morning Sutan walking around in pajama pants and t-shirts for as long as he could, but there was something special about seeing him in casual chinos and the sweaters he seemed to favor now that it was getting colder outside.
They were in his kitchen, Violet sitting at the table. When she had come over, Sutan had been setting up in the dining room, but she had asked him if they could please sit in the kitchen instead, the room so much cosier and lived in than the dining room.
Violet had been looking forward to her first day in design since she started at Galactica, but now that she had gotten there, it felt like a hollow victory.
She was sure tomorrow would be better, that itâd be more meaningful, but for now, she just wanted to spend time with the man she really genuinely liked.
âHere you go.â Sutan handed her the fork. âYou know,â Sutan smirked, crossing his arms, âYou should really learn how to use chopsticks.â
âI know how to use chopsticks,â Violet looked up at Sutan, putting her fork down. âI just prefer not to.â
âSure lovely eyes.â Sutan grinned, grabbing the back of her chair, leaning down to kiss her, when the doorbell rang.
âAh,â Sutan gave her a quick peck, his lips tasting faintly like peppermint with an undercurrent of cigarettes, his eyes sparkling.
âThat must be the food.â Sutan stood up, reaching into his pocket for a wad of cash Violet hadnât even noticed. âDo you mind finishing setting the table?â
âOf course not.â Violet stood herself as Sutan walked out, and she quickly crossed the room, opening the cabinet she knew housed Sutanâs plates.
The request hadnât been anything out of the ordinary, Violet helping more often than not, but as she actually looked at the kitchen table, she realized what she had accidentally said yes to.
Sutanâs laptop was sitting in the middle, but besides that, the table was covered in work stuff, Sutanâs laptop, headshots, what Violet could only assume was contracts, folders and modeling portfolios spread all over.
She couldnât see any kind of system, and if she had been at work she wouldnât have dared to move a single thing, but Sutan had asked her to take care of it, and take care of it she would.
Violet knew Sutan had an office, but she had never actually seen him use it, or heard him mention it. Violet felt weird moving Sutanâs work things, but as she quickly piled it all on one end of the table, she recognized that this was probably why she liked the kitchen so much.
It was obviously the place in the apartment Sutan used the most, and the one she instinctively felt was more Sutan than Raja; everywhere else, even Sutanâs own bedroom, so obviously designed and furnished by his twin.
It was a strange thought that Raja had so much influence on Sutanâs life, but it wasnât something she was ever going to bring up, their relationship none of her business.
Violet was just a moment in time for Sutan, so who was she to make any sort of suggestion about anything.
âAh, great.â She was just setting the plates, when Sutan returned with more takeout bags than Violet had ever expected. âYouâre almost done.â
âAre we expecting company?â
âCompany?â Sutan looked confused for a moment, and Violet nodded her head towards the food in his arms, which caused him to laugh. âPlease. This is just for us.â Sutan put the bags down, opening up the first one. âI figured it was worth celebrating your first day.â
âHuh.â Violet sat down on her chair once again, watching as Sutan produced one white cardboard carton after another. âHow much did you get?â
âOh you know, just a little bit of everything. I have dumplings, wontons and egg rolls, chow mein, orange chicken, beef and broccoli, black pepper scallops, garlic eggplant. I wasnât sure what youâd like.â
Violet didnât want to tell Sutan that she only had a very limited idea of what she genuinely liked beyond orange chicken and white rice, a childhood of bland suburban chain restaurants and her years in New York on a tight budget never leaving her much room for indulgence.
âInteresting.â Violet bit her lip, but Sutan grinned, continuing the unpacking. âHave you ever heard of cronuts?â
âWhat?â Sutan paused, a carton in hand. He turned to her, an eyebrow raised. âLovely eyes. I may be older than you, but I donât live under a rock?â
âHmm.â Violet had no idea that cronuts were apparently so well known, but she wasnât going to show Sutan that. âWe had them at work today.â
âDid you like them?â
âNot really.â Violet took the carton of rice Sutan handed her. âThey take a lot of breaks, at work, I mean.â
âSounds like a nice place.â Sutan smiled, sitting down.
VIolet nodded, opening her rice as Sutan started talking about his day. It was always nice to be around him, Sutan often chatting away in his low baritone, filling out the silence so Violet never felt obligated to speak if she didnât want to.
âOh-â Sutan paused, a piece of broccoli in his chopsticks. âThat reminds me. What are you wearing on Friday?â
âFriday?â Violet quickly ran through her week in her head, and she was fairly certain that she had nothing on the agenda for friday.
âYes? For Biancaâs birthday.â
âBiancaâs birthday? Bianca Del Rio?â
âMmh.â Sutan popped the broccoli in his mouth, quickly chewing it. âItâs her 40th, and I figured itâd be nice if we coordinated.â
âOh.â Violet bit her lip. Surprised that Sutan was dumping it on her like this, since she knew for a fact that he hadnât mentioned it until this very moment. âAnd the birthday is this Friday?â
Violet tried to hide her anxiety, her heart speeding up in her chest. She didnât have any idea what the dress code was and what to wear or where the party was being held.
âI can invite someone else?â
âWhat?â Violetâs head snapped up at the words. Sutan looked completely relaxed, like he hadnât just dropped a gigantic bomb, like this wasnât strange at all, like it was normal for him to have so many girls lined up that he could find someone with no problem at all.
âIf you donât want to go-â
âNo, no.â Violet closed her hand, digging her fingers into her palm under the table. âItâs fine. Itâs fine. Iâll figure something out.â
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Whitmore Guy - Martha
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Kai Parker x fem!Reader slowburn
whatever gifs Iâm going to use on this one, I hope the creators are okay with that
word count: 3612
warnings: none
music: offspring - the kids arenât alright, blink-182 - home is such a lonely place
Y/N was staring at him without realizing it. If only she knew how easy it was, she would be horrified. She would have goosebumps all the way from her pretty head to her little toes, and she would form a perfect line on her mouth as she clenched her teeth so hard it hurt her canines. The beauty of oblivion is that youâre⌠oblivious. He couldnât really figure if the feeling of almost grasping, almost realizing, almost suffering, was good on her or not. He hoped he would find out soon enough to manage to fix her if anything. Just the way sheâd fixed him.
Y/Nâs been staring at Mal, whose last name, as she learnt from his file, which inevitable went through her, as she was the college filing dumpster, - Osbourne. How cool is that? his eyes said to her when she looked up to nod with amazement. Mal Osbourne, the IT guy at Whitmore. He joked that Hoppus was too rare, and Swayze made him feel sad, so he chose Osbourne. Turned out he changed his name when he got of age, because he hated his family or something like that. That was the only thing he was uneasy to talk about. Mal didnât say what his family name was before, and she didnât press. She was still torn between investigating and being painfully disinterested in other peopleâs drama.
Mal was biting his lower lip busily as he punched the vending machine again. The soda can got stuck in between the springs and the glass, and he turned, flustered, to give her a look. Y/N shook her head in empathy. They shared passion for Dr Pepper, and this one can has been stuck there for the whole morning. It being Wednesday, an official mid-day of the week when youâre already tired, but not tired enough to give up completely, they invented the watch. Every fifteen minutes one of them was visiting this very vending machine to see if the can has fallen through yet. She was replacing him now, and Mal welcomed her with a grunt.
âCanât believe not a single person came and tried to get it outâ.
âMaybe they knowâ, Y/N examined the lit insides of the machine. Dr Pepper was tightly propped against the glass, its dark red tin can dented a little.
âHow the fuck did she even get in thereâŚâ Mal muttered under his breath. She could not believe this grown manâs dedication to a tin can. âI mean, whatâs the story behind it? Why did you do this to me, Y/N? Itâs almost two in the afternoon, and all Iâve been thinking about today is this goddamn Dr Pepperâ.
She bumped her fist on the machine really hard, and somebody jumped while passing them. A couple of concerned glances shot at their backs.
âIt moved!â he almost yelled. âBang it, and Iâm gonna shake itâ.
So, they assaulted the vending machine, putting a stop to their patient watch that lasted for nearly five hours. Her hand was sore pretty soon, from the bumping, but as Mal leaned back and shook the monstrous machine, all the items came into movement. A couple of packs of crisps fell out of the slots.
âBonus points!â Mal shrilled. Dr Pepper was almost out.
Y/N puffed.
âNow, you bang, and Iâll shakeâ.
âThatâs what she saidâ, Mal replied knowingly, letting her swap places with him.
Their hard work paid off, and in couple of minutes they were running heads first into the basement, hands full of crisps and soda. And that was Wednesday.
Thursday was long and tedious, because a second year student has broken her leg AND lost the keys from her car all in the same evening, and she had a mental breakdown. The hospital seemed to have a problem finding her insurance, and the insurance company refused to pay for the services of the guys who came to open her car for her and accidentally took of one of the doors; Professor Atkins, teacher of chemistry which the girl was specializing in, refused to believe the whole story although t was blatantly true, in spite of being utterly stupid; Y/N was running like a remote control car with five wheels between the insurance office, hospital and college; at six in the evening she realized it was already the twenty-fifth of May, and she still didnât have a plan for Carolineâs party. At six forty-five she was crying in her office, her head in her hands, but her tears were not tears of a defeated person. She was very angry and couldnât scream so she just sobbed all the nonsense away. She really hated Thursdays in general, too.
At six fifty there was a knock on her door, and she moaned, sensing, rather like an animal, that her salvation and relief has come.
âDudeâ, she howled. Malâs head penetrated the space of her office.
âIf Iâd known youâre falling apart, I wouldâve brought a gun, not a coffeeâ, he said in his ever joyful voice, full of undetectable mockery.
He slid into the armchair and watched Y/N as she grabbed the cup and started drinking.
âDonât choke. You called me, mâfair lady? Whatâs up with the party I never heard of?â
She nodded.
âExactly. I forgot about this party like four times. I need you to help me. You never seem to go home or have personal life, soâ.
Mal pouted, as if admitting the heavy truth.
âIT sphere⌠you know, itâs a lot of work. All the buttons that donât glow⌠and the websites that have been blocked⌠deleted reportsâ, he scowled, âare the worst. So much pain and suffering in this place, itâs unbearable. I crack every day, tooâ.
He looked at Y/N almost tenderly. These looks usually made her question her sanity. Sometimes it felt like he was Alex, the name, the tattoo on her right forearm in thick, black letters. She took two more big sips and decided solid that sheâd tell Mal about him. Share that and see how he feels about that. Malâs been nothing but great help these last weeks, and they bonded, and Y/N realized that part of her nervous strain was due to this new mysterious character, almost a time bomb, smirking at her kindly across the table they lunched at. But at least that was positive hysterical energy.
âI kind of accused you of lying about having a girl, Mal. Just nowâ.
He gasped. His ringed fingers interlocked together on his stomach. He put up his foot which indicated he was getting comfortable, as if to listen to a story.
âAh. You meant that. That I can help you with the party you irresponsibly forgot about four times, because I donât have anything better to do anyway, because I donât have a girlfriend Iâd claimed I hadâ.
She just nodded, sucking on her coffee like a thirst victim.
âThatâs a⌠thatâs a very sad storyâ, he scratched his right brow as his eyes shot somewhere above her ear, out of the window. He was daydreaming. His glance was calm, while his body started saying he was nervous.
âAnd you already seem pretty sad, soâŚâ
âGo on. Distract me, please. And Iâll tell you a sad story, too. Letâs see whoâs gonna kick ass in being sadderâ.
Mal shuddered with a light burst of laughter. This, too. His sudden flashes of humor, when he laughed at things people usually donât laugh at. And still, he was seemingly worth it.
âOkay. So, I dated this girl, Martha Hoppsâ.
âMartha Hoppus?â
He let out a clattering sound he made with his tongue that Y/N couldnât understand the physics of.
âNo, her last name is Hopps. She uh⌠moved to Mystic Falls. Thatâs kind of why I came here. I tried to land a job in the town, but nobody needed an IT specialist there, so I went for the closest place, which isâ, he motioned towards Y/N as if suggesting her own office.
âYou said, dated?â
âYeah. But, I mean, Iâm still in love with her. Obviously, otherwise, I wouldnât be hereâ.
There was a change in Mal. Just as he started talking about the girl, his eyes went down, and Y/N couldnât see the dark pupils anymore. His hands were rubbing each other, patting fingers, and he tilted his head. Y/N unintentionally felt her long-abandoned maternal instinct, kicking its way through her stomach like a crazed lion riding a tractor â for in front of her there sat a boy. His forehead was marked with three distinct, and somehow cute, sharp kisses of puberty; his skin was in need of sunlight, pale like milk, but soft; his boyish demeanor, the shirt with Van Halen logo, and a tacky bracelet on his left wrist â all that was a part of his pattern. He was suddenly fragile, like a petal.
âHer family⌠uh, they decided that I wasnât worth herâ, Mal looked up bravely, and Y/N withstood it. Â
âThey separated us. Even before I could actually⌠you know, lay off my plans for the future, marrying and stuff maybe, you know?â
âWhat do you mean â separated?â
âWell, they brainwashed her big time. Her family together with friends, they are all kind of⌠religious fanaticsâ.
âWait, Hopps, you say? Mystic Falls is a small town, I think I would remember a family of fanaticsâŚâ
She shuddered at the memory of that insane coven that was raging in the town five years ago. She couldnât actually remember how they dealt with them; only that those were first class supernatural terrorists, witches bound on idea to kill all âabominationsâ and release humans of Mystic FallsâŚ
Mal shrugged indifferently.
âThey moved in recently. I followed them. We met in uh, Ohio, thatâs where I come from. Her father was like, youâre toxic to her. We wish you were never born. Whoosh. Next thing I know, she doesnât talk to me. At first itâs like, Mal, I question your beliefs. Then, Mal, I think youâre cheating on me. Iâm like, who told you that? Stupid, youâre the woman of my whole century. Sheâs like, my family knows. SheâŚâ he sucked the air through his teeth, âI think she loved me less that I loved her, you know? Sometimes it happens. She had to choose, and she chose them. Plus, there was so much whispering along the way, Jesus. The things they were telling her about meâ.
Y/N felt she was swaying while sitting in her chair.
âGod, why would they do that? Youâre so cuteâ.
âI know, right?!â he exclaimed, feeling the connection. âItâs a case of⌠I suppose⌠loathing out of principle. I did oneâŚâ he licked his lips, staring absently through her desk. His finger froze in the air indicating the number One. âMaybe two bad things, and theyâre like, thatâs it! Youâre going down, weâre going away, youâll never see her againâ.
Caffeine started to kick in, and Y/N found herself fixing her hair in abrupt movements.
âWell? And then?â
âAnd then they cut us in twoâ.
They both paused for a moment.
âWhat two bad things did you do?â
Mal sighed.
âI mean, no oneâs perfect, right?â
âOh godâ, Y/N slapped the surface of her desk as the poisonous realization started to crawl into her brain. âOh god, please, no. Please, Mal, tell me youâre not an obsessive psycho whoâs been stalking a girl and beating people and saw nothing wrong with itâ.
âOh my godâ, his pretty face grimaced, âJesus, Y/N, I meant I stole her dadâs car once, and then I lied about my age! What⌠what kind of people do you hang out with?â
She wondered if he was having fun inside. This man, this pretty picture, was ineffable. He seemed to be saying exactly the kinds of things she wanted to hear. People, a wise man once said, were way worse than monsters. Monsters, beasts of the night, have a purpose. They have a code. People, on the other hand, are completely crazy.
âBut you do look like a⌠like thereâs a little doorbell in your head that goes off constantly⌠like you kill pets for funâŚâ
Mal stood up, lifting himself with both hands.
âScrew you, Y/Nâ.
She jumped.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, Malâ, she ran around her desk, trying to catch him as he walked out of her office. She clutched the hem of his shirt and scratched the skin on his shoulder with her nails by accident. Mal hissed in pain, but stopped. She had that weird sensation again, like a light zip coming through her body when she touched him. It wasnât painful, didnât bother her, but it was curious. That happened for the second time already, but theyâve been contacting hand to hand for weeks now. Passing each other things, patting on the shoulder, shaking hands in sealing the deals about cans of sodasâŚ
He looked at Y/N like she was betraying all the laws in the world. His eyes were beaming warnings, but deep inside, there was also this frail shade of cold that unnerved her way more. She couldnât tell if she believed even a single word he said. The guy often acted like a sociopath. His sudden outbursts of laughter, his trust in her that was childish if not alarming, and these stories. And yet, she wouldnât let go of his shirt, until he shrugged her hand of, though, thankfully, pretty gently.
âYou donât believe me. You think Iâm making this all upâ.
âThatâs exactly what a manipulator would sayâ, she blurted, and grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt again, just in case. The knuckles of her fingers perceived the warmth of his body. âProve she exists, and Iâll get on board with you, and Iâll do anything to help you get Marta Hoppus backâ.
âHoppsâ.
âRightâ.
âBringing you coffee was a mistake. Your eyes a rollingâ.
Mal stepped away and took out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans.
âI meant to delete all, but I kept one picture of us, just in caseâ.
He stalled for a second before giving her the phone, like he was afraid to entrust her a treasure heâs been keeping. Y/N looked at the screen and saw Mal, smiling like he was a normal, happy guy, with a young girlfriend in his arms. He held her tight, with both arms. They took a picture in a big mirror, somewhere at a mall. She was kissing his cheek while managing to look in the mirror, too, and Y/N could see her face.
No, sheâs never met that person, but the photograph was it.
âIt was taken last yearâ, Mal said, as if reading her mind, âin Seattle. We were travellingâ.
âIâm from Seattleâ, Y/N said, absently.
Sheâs just realized she hadnât been afraid Martha Hopps was not real; she had hoped for that.
âDudeâ, she gave his phone back to him. Mal was watching her carefully. âIf you love her, you have to fight. But I still canât grasp the whole idea of them moving her from Ohio to⌠hereâ.
He scratched his head and gave the empty corridor a wandering look.
âWell, Iâve⌠you said yourself Iâm a sophisticated guyâŚâ
âI never said you were sophisticated, I said youâre weirdâ.
âSame thing. I may have a thingâ.
âWhat thing?â she narrowed her eyes.
âI may have been diagnosed with ASPD back in the dayâ.
âI knew it!â her triumphant shriek was so sudden, Y/N dumbfounded herself a little.
âTo be honest, Iâm impressed you detected me in, like, twenty daysâ, Mal nodded, âpeople usually only see what the want to seeâ.
âI have a thing for serial killersâ, she brushed it off with her hand, ignoring Malâs fainting smile.
âOh, Y/N, why does it always have to be that extreme with you. This guy never killed anybody, ever, in his lifeâ.
âWhat will you do with her family when you get to her?â
Mal shrugged.
âI already got to her. I found her. I guess now you can call me a stalker. I donât do creepy stuffâ, he added, before she could open her mouth, âbut she still doesnât know her ex-boyfriend is here. Wanting to get her back very much. I donât know. What would you do to people who took away the love of your life from you? Deceiving you both in the process?â
Mal was the kind of person you could tell practically anything. The man could take a joke and keep a secret. Now, though, as she started seeing him as a person with pretence instead feelings, that was all presented in slightly different light. Him being friendly to everybody, charming people the second he saw them, was his mechanism of infiltrating the community. Him sticking with Y/N and befriending her at first sight may have been his method of imitating social life and learn to cope. Even use her, maybe. Heâs been living here for some time, with virtually no interest for the place itself, with the sole reason to be close to Martha Hopps; and he treated the whole IT thing like a joke. He was indisputably good at what he was doing; Y/N could see him run across these halls all day long, without a tired sigh; but this perfection in his performance was what must make one suspicious. He always ate at the same time, every day, and understood every joke and said all the right things.
The look he was giving her said cold. His brain was derived of emotion, and to think that this person could be loving someone was close to fantasizing. Y/N recalled the boy in her armchair, minutes earlier, hurt by the memories.
âI would tear them apartâ, Y/N said. âIf somebody took away the thing I love the most, I would tear them apart, limb from limb. But theyâre her family, Malâ.
âSo?â
âSo, there are, you know, types of people to killâŚâ
His eyes narrowed.
âWait. Youâre talking seriously now? About tearing them apart?â
âGod, well, Iâm telling you the one hundred percent. Of course, in reality, you do less. But anyway, there are different types of close people. You can get away with separating your loved one from one type, but not from anotherâ.
âI donât get itâ.
They started walking slowly down the corridor. Y/N couldnât really tell where theyâre going until she saw a vending machine prepped against the wall, and noticed Mal slide his hand into his pocket. He was hungry again.
âSay, you come to their house where they live now, and you choke them all. Theoretically. You donât really have a right to choke peopleâ.
âI know that, Y/N. Iâm a bit sociopathic, much better than I used to be, by the way. Itâs far from spree killingâ.
âYes, well, and what then? Where do you go from there? She may still love you, say, you talk everything out, and she realized that they had tricked her into breaking up with you. But even if you move on, go to another state, buy a house and live there, get married. Youâll always be the guy who killed her familyâ.
He stood at the machine, looking at the rows of packs. His face was highlighted by the pale light from the inside of the glass. Outside, the sky took on an orange shade of the closing sunset. She wonât get to it once again.
âAnd you think thatâs fair. That you should just let it slide, all the things they out of hatred. You know, Iâve had a lot of that when I was a kid. I was always the bad child in the familyâ.
He put the coin in and pushed a button. Y/N couldnât even watch the string spinning slowly, she was focused on Mal and what he does next. The cold shiver of realization went through her body. If heâs violent; if heâs aggressive; if heâs pretending to be her friend, all this trauma right now may make him act out. And Damon just wonât manage to run in here on time. She didnât even have a pencil with her in case she had to protect herself. Y/N looked at his hands, lean, strong and pale, fingers, long and dexterous. Mal always touched and held things sturdily, to make sure they wonât escape his grasp. He never dropped anything and never made mistakes.
âYou? Youâre the bad child?â
âUh-huh, I had this sister, she wa- sheâs my twin. I say âwasâ usually, because I havenât spoken to her in years. She was better at everything. Better at school, at doing the chores, at turning on the TV, talking to people, understanding things. Feeling things. She was the good one, and I was always the defective brotherâ.
âDonât say thatâ, Y/N snapped. Mal looked at her, surprised, and then squatted a little to get his pack of chips out.
âYou know they were wrong, right? Youâre a big guy now, youâre an adult. You must understand why adults do all that. Youâre spared of fear they must have experiencedâ.
âThatâs a good point. But it doesnât help to know that. I still have hard time dealing with⌠crazy families. Weâre going to the basement?â
âWhy?â
âI have my speakers there, and we can make a playlistâ.
âRightâ.
Walking past the windows, they looked outside, at the orange sky.
âTomorrowâs gonna rainâ, Mal said. He tore the pack open with a loud rustling. âYou want some?â
Y/N looked inside.
âIâm gonna puke if I put anything else in my mouth todayâ.
âThatâs what she saidâ, Mal commented gravely.
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Dark Raiden part 3
*A few months later*light Raiden and Fujin come back to work I just came off work they both see me walk home from the base hoodie hat on to the corner drinking some water eyes red glowing sense them teleporting to the jenshi I was so tired formwork I went in the backpack and all dark Raiden watch for anyone coming sensing fujin shocking his brother and his past self fell on the floor same time as I back saw me back up as soon as I healed floated out they were mad at me sensed it found me as I went home light Raiden's eyes where red fujin ready to attack behind me as I opened the door attacked me*"Goddess how dare you to choose him before us now pay!"*I was scared and tired dark Raiden has taken over overseeing I was in danger floating working a lot with a whole mission for a month tired but had energy*"You fools my goddess will not be attacked by you we did all of it as a team without you!"*shocked them with red lighting future scorpion feeling my anger back at them attacked them lit they begged*"Please we did not mean It forgives us both we just want to have peace with all of you"*Dark Raiden did not take this lightly or future scorpion that would never happen to teleport away they went back in after going to sleep for me scorpion sees them at his door they were his enemies*"You had your chance now leave my home or face hellfire Raiden,fujin!"*they left scorpion's home weak went to the jenshi for healing seeing how they could make it better if they see me he sees me tired let me rest my mission was a lot with taking all the threats with the team of outworld understanding how it is got my backpack off in my comfort clothes*A few years later*I was going in to work I was grandmaster with him for afternoon classes for the clan got my stuff in my locker mask new gear form the threats a war hammer on my back I can get out with his magic with sandal Shang Tsung swords at my hip mask on there were new people scared of me at first but that was not the first time bracelet scorpion give me on me the lights turned on at the same time white hair princess style hat off in my hand having breakfast with my team taken off my mask then in my hand dark Raiden and future scorpion in me I still me a sweet person A warrior a mom to thunder and our clan jax looked at me johnny immated by me the milky eyes with red was scary had my meal then went to work mask off uniform on jacket sonya give us logo and name command cassie said*"Goddess how scorpion?"*I answered fist-bumping back*"He is going well cassie you?"*she replied back we were good friends with Sonya Jax johnny Jacqui*"Good goddess"*after had training as usual when light Raiden see me it was brief I was Earthrealm's protector with scorpion johnny asked*"Hey goddess you and scorpion married or not?"*l had his bracelet off answered getting some coffee on my lunch break sitting with him*"No johnny we feel like we are married with the clan and thunder"*drinking my hot coffee with some milk johnny not surprised we went back to work soon cassie sees the bracelet back on covered nails perfect*After work*got my backpack changed to comfortable clothes mask back on uniform put away folded left when I was done teleported near home and heard someone upset found them both light Raiden and fujin*"I saw goddess fujin only a little"*they both missed me*"I miss goddess brother I hope she forgives us"*I teleported behind them I forgive them with dark Raiden scorpion sensing me It came to me while meditating I have seen them upset and mad they could not be with me *"I forgive you both lord Raiden and fujin we all do"*they recognized it was me still in my work shirt on turned around hugged me a scorpion forgive them I hugged back happy tears of happiness*"Goddess I am glad I am so sorry we got mad at you that scorpion did"*light raiden said as fujin said*"Goddess Thank you so much we missed you"*I missed them too my war hammer was fine*"That is done with also missed you guys too"*there happiness was something they haven't had for a long lit now it's back no more thunderstorms or wind storms they came
beside me scorpion was at peace with them thunder now a adult training the new clan members hands on there shoulders smiling sensing them scorpion got down form the training area swords ready for training they all watched with light and fujin as 2 grand masters trained sub zero come with liu kang kung loa thunder was well monks too my friends form work got my swords ready we attacked scorpion almost got me but I fought back did the rope spear future scorpion said as It hit him*"Get over here!"*attacking him the gods with everyone did not know what to say got him down sword first hellfire around the area helped him up future scorpion went back in remembering my training as grandmaster sword back in same for him bowing in respect his bracelet in my pocket got it back *"It was a honor to fight with you grandmaster goddess"*I blushed taking my mask off in my hand*"Same for you scorpion"*cassie got that on cam with johnny everyone enjoyed it helped my down with a twister of fire we hugged held hands after we had dinner with the gods thunder hugged his dad and uncle mastered hellfire soon to be grandmaster*"Thunder you grown so much I am so proud of you"*fujin said proud of his son he had grown to be 6'4 and a good grandmaster he learned from his master has hellfire and lighting*"You had grown so much by the elder gods thunder"*he laughed*"I know uncle Raiden I love you both"*we were a whole family with the clan I taken off my weopens but my swords I was prep for any threat scorpion was the same thunder too we had celebration of the new bond of us held scorpions hand he held mine thunder did dishes went home tattoos showing he said*"Grandmaster goddess may I talk to you before you go home?"*I sensed his darkness taking over my hand on his shoulder his eyes were red with his hands*"Yes you may lord Raiden your darkness must be removed"*we walked to our room he relaxed and I held his hand felt his darkness so much fought it for so long time*"Goddess you must remove it for my sake it will bring you strength as the dark side we work together promise me"*I thought about it with removing his hat I see he was normal never this day he was more than scared*"You had my word with fujin as will work together to defend this realm I will do It now just relax rest"*he did I have taken his darkness lighting and hellfire fight it mentally after I did his darkness strengthened me sensed his darkness gone all this was in me all of it dark Raiden and I come stronger power increased light Raiden sensed it all gone calmed down his light is now in his soul I let go of his hand he got his self-care changed to his pj's he felt better made some green tea taken care of his hair all brushed gently fujin come in sensing me he appriacted this green tea nials taken care of clear top drinking the hot tea fujin seeing me help his brother remove his darkness then take care of his needs he was happy scorpoin sees this happy light raiden was taken care of by me he his nails dry*"Goddess I really appreciate that you did that"*I know he did we hugged purred fujin more than greateful*"I know you do lord raiden I do It to both of you"*I enjoyed being with them got them in to bed I made sure they got enough rest light raiden went to bed tucked him in*"Good night lord raiden"*he was comfortable It felt at home covers in him*"Good night goddess"*went to sleep closed the door and teleported home uniform ready for the next day feel better smiling he was full of light not darkness scorpion more than happy to have me*
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Can I request Bruno's gang reacting to finding out their extremely feminine/girly fem s/o listens to metal music? Like, she's basically a stereotypical barbie type girl but loves some pretty extreme music lol đ
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Bruno Bucciarati
He loves his s/o with all his heart, her and her extremely feminine tastes, her love for frilly cute things and her girly attitude. Itâs like a fresh breeze that wipes the daily stress and worry away. He canât restrain a smile when she storms in his office.
Little he knows that his Barbie-type s/o is a real proud metal fan. He finds it when his s/o calls him, begging him to come to pick her up because her car died in the middle of the street. He immediately drives to her, panic already clenching his gut. Was she hurt? What was she doing out so late in night? Did someone-
His wild thoughts freeze when he sees her, fine and well, and a group of her friends waving their hands at him to make him stop.
His s/o wears a t-shirt with a metal band logo proudly displayed on it, as her friends. Even her makeup, usually light and on pink nuances, is black and strong. He doesnât say anything about it, he just checks her, to see if sheâs alright, then picks her and her friends and brings them to their houses. Once theyâre alone, Bruno notices that sheâs fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, with a sheepish look. He smiles a little, capturing her fingers with his, and brings her hand to his mouth, lightly kissing her knuckles. âSo, you like metal music?â at his girlfriendâs timid nod, he smiles again. âThen I know that to give you for your birthday.â In the end, his present is a ticket (and one for himself as well) for a big metal festival to which she would have wanted to go since long time. She has the time of her life and, surprisingly, Bruno too.
Leone Abbacchio
As his standâs name suggests, Abbacchio is more for softer musical genres, as progressive rock. He, however, is open-minded and heâd try to listen to everything (the only genre he really doesnât like is Naranciaâs favourite, but more because the boy blasts his music too loud than for a real dislike). This said, he never, not even for an instant, suspects that his s/o could be a metalhead.
She is the exact opposite of him, with her frilly dresses, the light and pink makeup, her soft laugh and the sunlight that she seems to carry with her everywhere she goes. Abbacchio is head over heels for her and doesnât mind at all her girly attitude that, to someone, can seem vain and shallow. He knows sheâs not and doesnât mind what the others think.
He found out about her love for metal the day they finally moved together. While he was packing some of her belongings, he noticed something that seemed out of place:it was Judas Priestâs âDefenders of the Faith.â He first labeled it as an album belonged to her father, maybe, but, when he found others metal bandsâ albums, he understood that those albums were hers. He was surprised, since his s/o didnât really seem the type to listen to a similar genre, but then he remembered that a book canât be judged by its cover. He was even thrilled by it, he wanted to know more about her and, when he approached her with her albums in his hands and asked her if they could listen to one of them while they were packing, she was out of words.
In the end, Abbacchio finds himself to enjoy that kind of music and, when theyâre alone, they listen to a mix of her and his albums, both enjoying each otherâs tastes.
Guido Mista
He lives to see his s/o happy and loves everything about her, from her fashion style to her passion for pink and girly things. She loves him as well, she is nice and kind with the Pistols, what could he want more?
He always buys her little but meaningful gifts that she would surely like, since they are in her tastes range. It never occurs to him that, under the feminine and frilly features, she hides a true metal fan.
One day he arrived earlier to pick her up for a date, so he trotted to her door, thinking that it would not have been a problem. He stopped on his track when he heard a loud -and not the soft and angelic one he always imagined for her in his head- music coming from her apartment. He almost thought he was at the wrong door when he heard her voice perfectly singing the last words of âHellâs Bellsâ. He then knocked at her door and the music abruptly stopped. Her red-faced s/o peered at him and his amazed gaze. âBabe, you know you have a wonderful voice?â his s/o was taken aback from his statement. âAre you not⌠annoyed by my music choicesâŚ?â âAnnoyed? And why? Theyâre valid!â
Mista is not a person who judges someone by their music choices and he does the same with his s/o. Metal music makes her happy? Then heâs absolutely fine with that. Now he surprises her with some metal albums and gadgets of her favourite bands and the big smile she offers him is everything he needs.
Narancia Ghirga
Heâs still bewildered to be loved by a girl like his s/o. Sheâs not annoyed by his demeanour and low education and she always supports him and his -often- crazy ideas with enthusiasm. Everyone thought it was just a crush and that soon it would have been gone away, but here they are, the Passione Soldato and the frilly, feminine to the bone and pinkish girl, more in love than ever.
They have a lot of matching things: the orange bandana (she decorated hers with a little cute bow), some bracelets and their MP3s. One day, Narancia accidentally picked his girlfriendâs MP3 instead of his one and he didnât notice âtill he was home -the HQ-, when he blasted his music, as usual. Instead of his usual rap songs, however, from the speakers came out Axl Roseâs high pitched voice singing âWelcome to the Jungleâ. He was quite shocked by the sudden burst of electric guitars and immediately switched the MP3 off, before someone came to check him -mostly Fugo-.
He realized immediately that that MP3 was his girlfriendâs one and decided to snoop into it a little. His eyes widened when he saw that all the songs in it were metal or heavy rock. He expected something softer, like Britney Spears, Destinyâs child or Spice Girls, not Saxon, Megadeth and GunsânâRoses! This, however, doesnât bother him: on the contrary, he finds it extremely interesting, since it means that under her frilly appearance is hidden a wild spirit! When he gives the MP3 back to his s/o -sheâs more than embarassed-, he just grins and compliments her for her music tastes. Maybe itâs time for Nara to widen his musical tastes?
Pannacotta Fugo
His s/o is the only person who has never tasted Fugoâs rage, not even an inch. Fugo finds her so adorable that heâs physically prevented from getting angry towards her. Everything of her, from her girly giggles to her Barbie-ish style, gives him peace and a sense of belonging. He really loves her.
After few months of relationship, she decides to introduce him to her parents, so she invites him to lunch at her house. Saying that Fugo is panicking is an understatement: heâs in a frenzy for all the week that precedes the lunch. For the occasion he leaves aside his infamous holed suit in favor of more normal clothes.Â
The launch goes pretty well, despite of Fugoâs obvious nervousness -that her parents find cute- and, after it, his s/o guides him to her room.
He freezes on the threshold of her room, staring at the many posters that decorate her roomâs walls: Alice Cooper, Kiss, Pantera and a lot of other main protagonists of metal are depicted on them. Her room itself is a balanced mix of cute and girlish things and more particular objects. What enraptures his attention, however, is the big shelf furniture full of CDs, all metal and hard rock. He skims them, until he picks one: itâs âLove at First Stingâ by Scorpions. He smiles fondly at her, who is watching him in silence, saying that that CD was one of his grandmaâs favourite ones and so itâs tied to some of the few beautiful memories he has from his childhood. After that sweet admission, his girlfriend often puts that CD on and they both chill quietly, listening to the music.
Giorno Giovanna
Giornoâs girlfriendâs joyous and sunny attitude helps him a lot to be less stiffy. Even if heâs stressed and worried by his Don commitments, when she enters in his office he always smiles: itâs like the spring itself comes with her. He couldnât care less about what the others could say, seeing a frilly and, apparently, vain girl with the Don of Passione. He deeply knows her and nothing could make him change his ideas on her.
He, however, doesnât know everything of her, as he thinks: he has no idea that she loves metal music. He discovers it overhearing a conversation between her and Mista. The gunman was commenting a documentary about Led Zeppelin on the TV and Giornoâs girlfriend started a really long and detailed explanation about the band and metal. Both Giorno and Mista were kinda shocked by her vast knowledge about such subject.
A couple of days after the episode, Giorno gives her a little gift: a rare special edition of The Best of Led Zeppelin. His s/o is incredulous and, kissing his face more times, she asks him how he knew that she loves so much metal and, in particular, Led Zeppelin. He gives her his infamous enigmatic smile and just says that a âlittle bird told him soâ. Heâs absolutely not bothered by her music choices and even starts to grow fond of some songs.
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The Package
The Package
Gif credit goes to the owner. NOT ME. @thegayfleet I think.
(Tom Holland x Reader)
Summary: Being in a long distance relationship is as difficult as it sounds, but Tom never fails to show you how much you mean to him.
Prompt: âI could kiss you right now.â
Warning: Fluff to the ends of the earth, description of bruises, a few swear words, one mention of some sexy clothing.
A/N: This is my first piece of writing ever. Constructive criticism is encouraged in comments. This is also for @lovelyspidey  and @thelazypangolin âs February Writing Challenge. Fluff prompt 8: âI could kiss you right now!â Also, if there are any warnings I missed, please tell me. I also based the campus and the dorm layout off of my own college. I kinda went overboard with the gift box and rushed the ending, but you learn as you go. If the links work, you can see the items Iâm referring too by clicking on the underlined stuff. REQUESTS are OPEN, and asks are open if you want to talk. BTW the bruises are my arms every Monday night after cymbal practice (itâs an 8 month long try out process). And I KNOW Valentineâs day was weeks ago, but college is hard, so bite me. Italics is Y/Nâs thoughts.
Feb 14, 2019. 6:00 p.m. EST
First entering your dorm room since 10 a.m. Not ideal, yes, but you didnât have to leave for the rest of the night. The weight the day brought upon you showed in your slouched posture as you entered your single room. Pros: getting a single in an all-girls dorm on central campus your freshman year was very lucky. Cons: You had no friends and the nursing building was a 20-minute walk away at least every day (except every other Friday). You unzipped your boots before you stepped too far on the rug and got it wet (unlike your mom). You decided against turning your radiator on in the middle of February since the warm air and peaceful atmosphere made you sleepy and you needed to get some work done.
By the middle of February, you meant Valentineâs Day. It has never been a bother to you before. Â Your parents and friends always gave you chocolate, once you got a marvel mug from your parents, and you were relatively fine. Â Also, you were a more of an introvert, never dated before, and was very socially shy. Â Since you had no one to spend it with, you always viewed Valentineâs day as a self-love day. None of your close friends ever dated before so there was no one to get jealous over, and as you said before you didnât have friends at college, so it was fine. That was until about 7 months ago. Because 7 months ago is when you got asked out by none other than Tom FREAKING Holland. Â
You two had met in a karaoke bar during comic con season just after you graduated high school, but thatâs a story for another time. After some nerves were shattered and some bad singing of Bohemian Rhapsody happened, he asked you (stuttering in the process) for your number at the end of the night.
You two had only met the otherâs family over face time a couple of times. It was hard trying to meet up with Tomâs schedule being so busy with a bunch of different time zones and you having 18 credit classes to worry about. You donât know if your family knew he was Spider-man. You know your Dad knew that Spider-man was Peter Parker, but youâre pretty sure he has not seen any MCU movies. Youâre confident that the topic of occupations will come up sooner or later. Â Tom was staying in the UK for a few weeks before doing more promoting and filming, so you had to call him as soon as you got home from clinicals because it wouldnât be Valentineâs day in the UK for much longer.Â
You opened your laptop that was still on your desk and tried to call the Holland Family. You honestly loved all of them as the brothers you never had. Â You just hoped they saw you as the sister they never had. The screen soon popped with your puppy-faced boyfriend. âHey darling. You just get home?â
âYeah. I swear to Got itâs snowed more in the past few weeks than it has in all of December. Not much went on today. We helped them set up snacks and played Legos with them.â The clinical you had was working with children after school in a lower income neighborhood. It was safe and decent and thatâs all you could ask for. You stood up to get something from the shelf above your desk, revealing your navy blue scrub pants to the camera that had the Greyâs Anatomy logo on it. Â You could hear the snicker in his voice as you sat back down.
âDamn you look sexy.â This made you blush even redder than your cheeks were already. Any of his compliments had this effect on you, but he never called you sexy.
âIâm wearing scrub pants. Itâs like LITERALLY the most unflattering thing you could pick.â
âYou look sexy to me in anythingâ Youâre pretty sure thereâs now no difference in a rose and your cheek color right now.
âAnd even sexier in nothing. Oww!â You couldnât see what happened until Tom turned the camera to reveal Harry sitting across the table doing something on his computer (probably editing some more photos) while Sam, Harrison, and Paddy were in the background by the kitchen counter. You gave them a wave which they kindly returned.
âHappy Birthday boys.â
âThank you.â the curly redhead said. You were getting better at telling the twins apart. Harry was the curly redhead often doing anything with pictures. Sam had straighter hair that was slightly darker. They were both equally sweet, as were all of the Hollands.
âKinda late to be saying that now isnât it?â Sam snickers back.
âItâs late over there, but itâs early evening here.â
âYeah, but we were born here, so.â He had you there.
âI got it in before midnight, so it still counts.â You loved all the boys. Their brotherly relationship, as tiring as it may be, always brought a smile to your face.
âThe marching cymbals not give you too many bruises this time babe?â Thatâs when the other boys came from the counter to hover over Tomâs shoulder. You rolled up your left sleeve a little bit more to reveal a collage of red, blue, green, purple, and brown bruises above your elbow. They all cringed at the sight of them.
âThe purple ones are where I pinched a blood vessel. The bruises on my abdomen donât show as much, but they still are sore. Can I open the package you sent me now?â It was getting harder to hide your relationship from your parents, especially when Tom sends a Valentineâs package.
âSure love. But first, thereâs something at the front door for you.â It wasnât difficult to realize that Tom had a smirk on his face and was hiding something.
âOkaay⌠Iâll be back.â You left your laptop open, grabbed your key cards, a jacket, your wallet, just in case, put on your flipflops and went to the front door of your building. Going down the three flights of stairs with sore muscles was still a challenge. When you finally made it to the front door, there stood a man from Panera Bread with your name on a delivery bag. He told you it was paid for over the phone, but you wanted to make sure it was Tom who ordered it and it wasnât someone trying to poison you (thatâs just where your mind went).
âDid you order this Tom?â Coming back into view of the webcam, you could see a proud smile paint his chiseled face.
âYeah. You...you told me that this would be your perfect single Valentineâs Day...so.â You didnât remember when you mentioned your perfect single Valentineâs day, but you were intrigued to see if he remembered what you said. You opened the bag to find White Cheddar Macaroni and the Bread Bowl Chicken Noodle Soup. Two of your favorite dishes. You were still in a state of shock, you barely registered what was happening on the other end. âOpen the package.â You opened the box and opened a smaller styrofoam container. It had some ice and a Rocky Mountain Caramel Apple, one of your favorite treats that you only got around Christmas. The air had been sucked from your lungs as you kept a big toothy grin on. That was your perfect single Valentineâs day, Panera Bread and a caramel apple.
You opened the Jaffa Cakes, which Tom knows you love, and began to eat those as you went through the rest of the box. The man knows you love your fandoms. The rest of the box consisted of a Doctor Who cardigan, Shuriâs bracelet, a Black Panther Umbrella, a Captain Marvel tank top, a Supernatural pocket watch (because pocket watches are awesome), a Supernatural Shirt, and of course a Spider-Man hoodie. (The links werenât working, so here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1i0PR1zfp4cFV26_8aHyNEM3yf5eY0K80c2RdQuoKBF8/edit?usp=sharing)
There were only two things left and you thought you couldnât geek and freak out anymore. There was a long thin box with the words ��Donât Open This On Cameraâ written on it. âThere should be one more in there.â You guessed he saw the puzzled look on your face and decided to push what you were thinking aside for the moment.
The last one was a small cube box and you didnât think anything of it until you saw the other boys enter the camera frame again, all staring at you. You hesitantly opened the small cube to reveal a navy blue felt box. You could tell your vision was already getting blurry with tears and you tried to blink them back. Itâs not that you were afraid of crying in front of the boys, you were afraid you were overreacting and it would turn out to be a prank, like a ring pop in the box or something. You popped the box open and what lay inside was simple, but a beautiful rose gold ring. One thread was rose gold and the other was covered in small white diamonds and the threads intertwined to infinity. The diamonds captured the light like the freshly fallen snow that was outside.
By now the tears were flowing freely, you had never been so open with anyone about your likes except your friends, but none of them ever bought you something this meaningful. âItâs uh promise ring.â You had completely ignored the other presence in the room at this point. You stared back into those milk chocolate eyes you fell in love with while your cheeks were stained with tears. âI know itâs earlyâŚ, but I want you to be mine one day...if youâll have me that is.â He avoided your eyes while trying to get the words out. Youâve never seen him this nervous.
You gently slid the ring out of the box and on to your left ring finger. How did he get the size perfectly? Â âI love it Tom and I love you. Jeez, I could kiss you right now.â He let out a chuckle and you could listen to that sweet melody all day. You lent forward and gave the camera a kiss. No matter how cheesy it was, you kissed him again and again. âOk, now I definitely have to tell my parents about you. It wouldnât be easy to lie my way out of this otherwise.â
âWhat did you tell your parents about me?â
âWell, I couldnât straight up say Iâm dating Spider-Man.â This gave a laugh from Tom and the boys in the background, who you assumed were still listening in. âI said I met someone a while back who is amazing, humble, and presentable in every way. Weâve been dating, but he understands that my classes come first and we only meet up a few times a month.â
âThatâs what I told them?â
âItâs not a complete lie.â You say through your teeth.
âYou didnât lie. You just avoided certain truths to manipulate them.â That devilish smile was on his face that told you he was impressed with himself.
âSTOP QUOTING SUPERNATURAL AGAINST ME!â This left you both in a fit of giggles for a while longer. It was late in the UK and you had to get homework done, so you said bye to the boys, Nikki and Dom, and one more to Tessa and Tom before kissing him through the screen again.
You started to put away the package and gifts before you remembered the Do Not Open Me package. You take out the long thin box and open it. Itâs a single rose. Aww. He remembered my love for Beauty and the Beast. Wait⌠Why would a rose be in a box? You inspected the rose more carefully and gently graced your fingertips over it. It felt lacy. You started to pull at the petals until the whole rose came out.
âThat little shit. Really Tom, sexy lingerie .â You smirked to yourself as you held it up. You knew you had to get him back somehow.
Taglist: @lovelyspidey and @thelazypangolin for their February Writing Challenge. I donât really have a tag list at the moment, but Iâm tagging @sippin-my-milky-tea because I made an effort to tell the twins apart. Also, @lamptracker is my main inspiration, so thanks! Send me an ask if you want to be part of the tag list.
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