#cee goes rogue on requests i'm so sorry 😂

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

1.2k followers?! Cee, that's amazing!!!!!!! I love your blog, your writing, and you!

Say Frankie needs a massage but Shiv is too busy trying to do something to our trash panda's hair. She has a massage therapist that can help out, I'm sure? 💖

@damnyoupedro

Thank you so much my dear for sending this in! And I'm so sorry, this is not at all what you asked for but you gave me an idea and I couldn't resist going off-piste 🙈 (I am terrible at this taking requests thing!!) I hope you enjoy this random drabble that no one asked for!

Grays drabble: Break it in

250 words | warnings: Frankie operating a handsaw and being a sweet, grumpy menace | chronologically set ✨in the future✨ i.e. after Part 2 which I haven't written yet lol

There's a little shed behind the salon that's standing empty. You mention off-handedly to Frankie one day that it would be a fun DIY project to turn it into a spa space - there's just enough room for a massage table and a nail bar. You could rent it out to massage therapists and manicurists and take a cut of the fees.

Next thing you know, Frankie sets up a whole carpentry station out back and the salon counter is covered in electrical plans and paint swatches. You sneak peeks of him sawing wood for the nail bar and shelfing through the back door whenever he's there, his biceps and his broad shoulders flexing in his favourite gray tshirt, which quickly dampens with sweat in the summer heat. Between clients, you bring him ice cold lemonade.

When the spa is done a month later, you stand in the cosy space painted in the colours you picked out, grinning to yourself as Frankie leans on the door with his arms crossed, watching you excitedly inspect the space, a lopsided smile on his lips.

You cock your head to one side and arch a decidedly unchaste eyebrow at him. 'I think we should break in the massage table, don't you?'

Frankie snorts dismissively, but you don't miss the way his eyes darken. 'Do you know what massage tables are for?'

You grin and cross the room to wind your arms around his neck. 'What can I say? I've always been the creative type.'

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