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collectivecloseness · 9 months ago

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okay but imagine one of the yandere fruity four (let’s say Nancy, because she’s been a bit of an example used before poor girl) just snaps and kidnaps you, without thinking about it or consulting the rest of the group. And obviously now all of them have to deal with the repercussions of her actions

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth late for valentines thank you

Things like this are so interesting though! Because if you saw Nancy kidnapping you, and she takes you to the others, home, fuck yes they are so pissed at Nancy, but now they can’t let you go. Because you saw Nancy, one of them, and they can’t put her, or any of their family (you, too, are part of their family) in danger.

So okay, you are joining the family this way. They prepared for this scenario anyway.

Of course they thought they’d have more time, because just... up and taking you would have been a last shot, if after they courted you you still said no- you weren’t sure, or you couldn’t because of some horrible reason restricting your choice :(. They would have helped you through that last alternative anyway, because they love you <3

Not all of them even thought down the taking you path... Well okay actually, all of them did, some of them would have just been a lot quieter about it than others. And some definitely would have only had it as their last, last, very last option if they were that desperate and there was nothing else they could do for you... But you’re here now. They love you. They’ll make it work, as best as they can for you. You deserve that, after everything you’ve been put through now, at the very least.

You deserve everything.

So now not only were you betrayed by one friend, but when you see your other friends, you realise you’ve been betrayed by all of them. All four of your best friends, all of them were lying to you, all of them had this crazy thing about you behind your back together, all of them were going to hurt you by keeping you here, and protect each other instead...

Like I said, the other three are pissed when Nancy tells them what she’s done. Eddie tried to run straight upstairs for you, to the spare room Nancy put you in, that they were all planning to be your room eventually anyways. But she grabs him so hard he nearly breaks his leg, gripping onto the bannister and being yanked down those first couple of steps.

Even Robin’s trying to push past, standing up to Nancy for one of the first proper times, at least physically, as she uses her height to stand practically chest to chest with Nancy, and demand she let her and Eddie go to you right now, and to not mess anything up anymore. Robin’s face serious, and dark, and pissed, as she looms in front of Nancy, a way she’s never been before, not to one of the others.

But Nancy begs everyone to listen first. She’s in tears shortly into her argument, her defence more of an apology than anything, and speeching a stance of what they can all do next, to keep this all together. She knows she fucked up. And Nancy usually doesn’t cry when trying to debate something. But Nancy knows what a whole mess this thing is, and it is entirely her fault; no one else to blame but her this time. She doesn’t want to lose the others either. And she can’t lose you, hopefully if the others stay with her, they’ll help you come back around to her too...

But when the other three first burst into your room, they are in shock.

Yeah they knew you were up here. God, they were practically scratching layers beneath their skin and bouncing the floorboards into dust, knowing you were tied up and frightened and all alone up there, but they were taking forever to talk downstairs. A family meeting without you... the last time that’ll happen, they swear okay? ...Apart from the ones where you don’t need to know something that will just upset you.

Immediately they’re running forwards and untying you. Nancy practically had your whole body bound in rope, she was really panicking after hitting you over the head and deciding to just take you.

Shock still on their faces as Eddie undoes your ear muffs and scarf blindfold from Nancy’s winter wear, wanting you to find your senses, caring about you more than anything else right now. He needs you to not be even more frightened, panicked, to know it’s him and you’re safe now and this will never happen to you again - it shouldn’t have. His hands brushing your cheeks as he removes them. His face tender and soothing and heightened with adrenaline, taking this so so seriously as he frees you, let’s you get your senses back. Keeps his hands stroking your cheeks as you see him, because you know Eddie will keep you safe.

Steve apologising profusely and promising you’re alright over and over, as he immediately moves to assessing the rope situation. Deciding to just cut them all with a pocket knife in his jeans, instead of having you in them for five more seconds. Taking it out and being thankful he has all his family here, because as you notice it’s them, your friends, coming to save you, once Eddie’s freed your eyes, you settle down enough so Steve won’t nick you, as he quickly gets to work. Fuck all this rope, Nancy shouldn’t need any more anyway, she shouldn’t be doing anything by herself anymore if she’s hurting you, and all of you, like this!

Robin breaking Eddie’s handcuffs Nancy stole that are tying you to the your bedpost, while you lay on the floor all wrapped up. She doesn’t even really know how she does it in the end. She just acts quick and makes sure not to hurt your wrist. Permanently breaking something belonging to Eddie’s personality that Nancy had twisted and used to victimise you... Robin could really mess with her right now. But at least once it’s done, it’s easier for Steve, dealing with all that rope. Used just for you, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone. And you’ve been laying on the carpeted floor with your whole body tied up and senses stolen, with nothing even coating your injured head...

All their eyes wet and terrified and loving and soothing and deep in yours. Eddie holding your face as his dark puppy eyes stay closest to yours, walking you through some calming talk as he holds you. Steve promising he’s getting you out right now and shushing you as he says you’re okay, every time he feels it’s safe enough to look up from his knife, task oriented. Robin joining Steve the second she’s broken the cuffs, her blue eyes less teary and so determined, because she is deep in protective mode right now, letting you know when it’ll be over soon.

As soon as you see the others, especially with their shock, their runs to free you, their soothing and apologetic and horrified words, all you can think is thank god. You’re trying to tell them Nancy has suffered some kind of episode, even though you’re sure they already know that. Nancy wasn’t in this room, and they all knew where you were, they were still just shocked to see you like this.

As soon as they’ve got you free, you leap forward, and because of positioning alone, Steve is the first one you hug. He practically lifts you upright, back onto your feet, the moment he hugs you back, even if it does take him a second before he does so.

Steve sniffles as he hugs you, his toned arms shaking but not from the effort of those ropes. His cheek pressed to yours, as he blinks tears down his face, being brushed away by your hair as he lets you sink into his protective hold. Thanking him, hugging one of your best friends, because he saved you, like you knew he would.

Steve hugs you back, because he’s your hero briefly, and he’s aware this will be the last time you’ll hug him for a while. Any of them. Last time you’ll hug them like this, like the you who you still are, for a while. Steve doesn’t want you to change, Nancy shouldn’t have-

He knows this new arrangement will take some getting used to. For all of them. Especially because you probably are going to change as a person, as someone they all know, they love for who you are. But it’s okay, of course they’ll love you anyway, no matter what.

You tell them again about Nancy suffering some sort of break, clearly something is very wrong with her mental health you say, and they all say they know, which you assume they did as they knew where to find you. They’re all relishing in these last few seconds with you, mourning the normal future they know they could have had with you, by keeping their hands on you while they can right now

Steve rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs, his hands grounding you there with comfort and strength, after you pulled back from the hug. Eddie cupping your cheek and neck, still so close by, his other ringed hand cradling through your hair, and biting his lip as he tries not to think about next time he’ll be able to do this again. Robin rubbing your back up and down, her hand resting on your hip like it usually is with you, knowing she’s lost that normalcy, one type of relationship with you now.

And then you realise that all four of your friends are kidnapping you now. They’re all insane. What the fuck have they been thinking about you this entire time? Why are they doing this now? They’ve untied you from your restraints, Steve is nearly on his knees whilst keeping his hands on your shoulders, as he begs you to believe you’ll never be restrained again, but explains they’re still locking you in this room for now.

Stealing you in Steve’s slightly soundproofed house, with no neighbours in viewable distance through the trees of Hawkins around.

At least the house you were to be kept prisoner in was very lovingly built by the architect... The way out of Steve’s house was a straight line, a path easy for anyone facing that way to spot. Easy for them to see anyone leaving on. If no one came to the front door, and knowing - or rather not knowing what these four were capable of - you’re sure they’d be able to keep people away, then there’s no way you’d be spotted. And while Steve hadn’t soundproofed the house or anything dramatic like that, it did keep sound well. It kept everything in well. Which was unfortunate for you.

Begging one of them to be on your side. Doing so as soon they forlornly tell you what’s going to happen now, for the first couple of days. Like for Robin or Eddie to help you. You’re very quickly trying to refigure out your friends. But they don’t. They don’t let you free. They don’t get you the phone. They want you to know they are on your side, they tell you they don’t want you to feel like you’re all on your own, but you say that you are, because they won’t help you.

They sadly trot away, closing your door behind you, to respect you and your boundaries. Sulking away upset, even if they do understand. But if making them upset that they’re making you feel this way helps you get out, then good! But also they should feel upset! They should feel guilty!

You’ll tell them how abandoned and alone you feel, that neither of them are supporting you, you can’t trust them to be by your side, and they can’t promise you it’s untrue, because you have all this evidence to throw in their face, or to tearily testify with. They say they’ll do anything else for you, anything in the world. Even though every single thing you ask for the first day they say no to.

Nancy begging you not to blame/be mean to the others. But what else can you respond with other than actually you will keep doing so, as they are just as complicit as her because they are keeping you here.

“Do you know the law Nancy? They will also be thrown away for kidnapping. You definitely shouldn’t go for that position as a crime reporter, if you don’t know the law.”

The ‘will’ hurts Nancy. As if you really do want them all sent away to prison. Like you’d try to do that to them if they gave you that bit of freedom right now. Like you’re planning on it happening.

You don’t want Nancy to get that stupid promotion. You don’t exactly care how she feels about herself, unless it’s guilty enough to set you free... or upset enough to hurt- Unless it affects your chances of getting out of here unharmed, you couldn’t give one about her feelings.

“Also fuck you.” Is the other thing you say to Nancy. Right before she leaves you to yourself again.

They try to give you privacy, but also keep you at a level of interaction with them like before. Just like before Nancy hurt you - they are really apologetic for that, and really are glad you let them take care of your poor minor head injury. A similar amount of time that you’d interact with them everyday, before you lived with them. So you weren’t going through too many changes, and so you weren’t scared each time they did breach your new bedroom. They want you to feel normal, they really really do.

Steve mentioned to you about two weeks in, when he came in to chat with you like they all do, that if Nancy gets some promotion she’s working towards, it’ll mean more funds in the household for everyone! He says it while practically bouncing on your- the bed, with a smile. Although he quickly gets that expression on his face, the one you used to think was dorky and endearing, where he realised he may have messed up while speaking, and he quickly rectifies that of course that’s not to say anything negative about you now also pulling from the household pot, and that they’re very happy to have you, they’ve always been planning for that; especially since they know you really wanted that break because you were so burned out, so they were gonna give it to you with all their financial support. All their support in the world. Also, the amount they used to buy you gifts, or nights out, or pay for gas to see you, you were always a part of the pot anyway.

You tell Steve to go away, before he can smile for a second time today. It is very rare any of them smile, in this first week or two they have you. Sometimes they forget things aren’t like they used to be. Or they try to treat things like normal, to help you transition. But you definitely weren’t smiling, and they knew, no matter how much the fact made them want to claw their own hearts out, they knew they were the reason why. So they didn’t really feel any reason for them to smile. Not so far anyway.

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year ago

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drunk tank- part 2

cw- vulgar language, drug and alcohol use, slight angst and pining for the reader, references to sexual acts. about 2.6k words that aren’t proofread:/ sorry loves.

notes- i started writing and i don’t know what happened. hopefully you guys don’t hate it? way more plot than i intended but… much smutty goodness to come, i promise (no pun intended)

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! i live for your feedback and love hearing your opinions <3

Fuck.

You don’t even want to look around the house. You already know it’s gonna be a fucking mess. You can hear it. Feel it. Hell, you can smell it. Booze and weed and sex. Sweaty bodies packed into a 3 bedroom trailer on the wrong side of town. Coke on the bathroom counter that’ll have you wishing you’d never let Merle move in in the first place.

You stop at the end of the driveway, wondering whether you should even go in. Or if you should get back in the taxi and tell him to take you away and never come back. Go work at some diner in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. Leave everyone else behind.

But Daryl’s face flashes through your mind. You can’t do that to him. Not after all he’s been through.

Growing up with the Dixons was a bit of a challenge. Merle being well… Merle. You and Daryl always ending up in some kind of dangerous and even disturbing situation. Creeps who smelled of Jack Daniel’s, with wandering hands and no sense of personal space. Having to put on a smile for Merle who desperately needed to finish the deal before you could even think about sneaking off to the truck. You were leverage. Sometimes even Daryl. Though you knew he hated it. Fried hair, rotting teeth, meth head bitches who thought he was trash enough to stoop that low. He wasn’t. Or at least he didn’t want to be.

You should go inside and find him. Get him to drive you to Shane’s to spend the night. It’s not like you’ll get any sleep tonight with this ruckus going on. Not after the shift you just had. And you’ve learned to really love Shane’s middle class, suburban townhouse with a California king and a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. It was… different. Unfamiliar. A perfect little escape from the chaos of your typical day to day life. Of your piece of shit trailer that’s already falling apart and definitely wouldn’t pass a health inspection no matter what kind of construction worker you were to hook up with.

Besides, Shane was a good fuck. Not that that’s all that matters in a relationship. It’s not. Merle was a good fuck too. You’re not that hard to please. But Shane is sexy. Charismatic. He treats you like a Princess. And honestly… as much as Daryl makes fun of you for it… you’re starting to really like him. He pays for meals. Takes you out. Isn’t afraid to show you off or introduce you to his friends. And, the biggest part; he’s safe. Steady. A fucking cop for Christ sake. So much different than the guys you’ve been with before. You weren’t at risk of any stray needles or guns when you stayed at his place. The only gun he kept at home stayed locked up in his office and is used strictly for emergencies.

And his sheets are clean and his fridge is full and his best friend is a hunk who happens to be going through some minor marital issues that you can’t say you’re not excited about. For once in your life, things are starting to look up.

Well… not from where you’re standing. Dreading the pounding bass and music that you can already hear pouring out of the windows. Praying that Merle had the decency to lock your bedroom door, but it was unlikely. You pulled a blanket over his passed out body on the couch before you left for work, so the likelihood of him remembering what you gently whispered in his ear was extremely slim.

Be safe. Lock my door. Don’t do anything stupid.

He clearly hadn’t heard you. Or if he did, he didn’t listen. Because the sounds and smells coming from the house as you walk barefoot on the gravel with your heels in your hand are proving to be the latter.

The door is open. Coats and purses thrown about. Stares from the girl and the guy flirting away in the front entrance. Red solo cups in their hands presumably filled with whatever the cheapest keg that your ex could find at the value liquor across the diner. At least that’s what you have to assume. Cheap beer. Sticky and sweaty and- holy shit.

It’s Daryl. On the couch, with a girl.

It’s no surprise that he’s over. It’s not like he has any other place to stay.

It’s the girl on his lap that has you stopping in your tracks. Bright blonde hair and fishnets straddling his thigh. Blowing smoke onto his, thankfully, annoyed and unimpressed expression. She’s almost naked. That’s why you’re so shocked. It’s not like Daryl has ever had an issue getting with girls. But the fact that her skirt looks like a belt and there aren’t even any panties under her tights… well It’s just… a bit of an eye sore if you were honest.

He catches your gaze. The sight of you rolling your eyes at the pathetic little show in front of you. Turning down the hallway and knowing he’s probably already shoving her off and jogging to catch up right behind you. Down the hall and to your room where you’re unsurprisingly forced to kick a couple of sleeping stoners out of your bed. At least they still have their clothes on. Most of them anyway.

“Who was that?” You ask, not turning around but hearing the door latch and lock behind you. Daryl’s smokey, leather scent coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He knows better.

“No one,” he mumbles into your neck, his breath smelling of the rum and coke he chugged and threw to the side before chasing you down the hall.

You can’t help the way you shake him off. He’s drunk for Christ’s sake. Not like he didn’t have a warm and willing body out there on the sofa. Probably desperate to get any of her slutty holes filled and fucked by your childhood best friend.

You slump down onto the bed. Unmade and definitely not from you. The thought makes you wince.

You run a hand over your face and think about the clean smell of pine sol and laundry detergent that now reminds you of the handsome, dark haired officer you’ve recently gotten to know.

Daryl sits down beside you. A nervous tic in his hands as he picks at his cuticle. Unsure of what to say or what to do. It’s not like he should feel bad. He was right, she is no one to him. He won’t even remember her name in the morning. But he still feels a twang of guilt. Wishing you hadn’t seen her string covered cunt grinding on his thigh in the middle of the living room.

“Where are the keys to the Chevy?” You ask, ending the awkward silence brewing between the two of you.

“No way.”

“I’m sober, Dare. There’s no way I can sleep here. Plus I work a double in the morning. Just hand em over.” You turn to face him. He sees the bags under your eyes and knows he should just hand them over. Let you get some beauty rest in officer Walshes big and beautiful bed. Where he’ll be sure to fuck you right tonight and make you a delicious breakfast in the morning before sending you off with a kiss and tap on your perky little ass. But that’s also exactly the reason why he doesn’t want you to leave. He wants to be the one sharing your bed tonight. He wants to make you some scrambled eggs in the morning and drop you off at the diner. Him. Not some asshole cop that fucked you right in front of him at the station a month ago. Hard and fast and really fucking good. By the sounds you were making and the twisted look of pleasure written on your face, it was good. And even Daryl could see that.

“Stay here. Please.” Daryl's hand makes Its way to your thigh.

“Daryl-”

“Don’t. Don’t fuckin- don’t leave.” He’s pleading with you. Can’t stand the thought of you moaning and writhing underneath his burly competition.

“Please.” His voice cracks but you pretend not to hear.

You shake your head. You need a shot. And an Advil.

“I’ll just call Shane.” You reach for your bag, ready to wake the poor guy up to come grab you from the trailer you refuse to let him enter, let alone see. Guess you gotta deal with it tonight.

“Fine- hey-“ he reached for your bag. Stopping you from grabbing the phone you’re rummaging for. “I’ll drive you.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I had one drink. Seriously. Look at me.” You do it. Maintaining the heavy eye contact that’s burning into your irises. He’s telling the truth. You can see it. The way he’s holding your leg and the expression on his face. He’s always been a terrible liar.

“Okay. Thank you.” Your voice is quiet, hushed and you know you sound like a bitch. But you’re just really fucking tired.

He pulls you by the hand the whole way out to the door. Dodging the blondie from the couch and pushing your ex out of the way when he sees you, wide eyed and calling your name. Pupils blown and clearly coked out. Part of the reason he’s your ex. Among a plethora of other reasons you’d rather not get in to.

Merle’s truck sounds like shit. Stuttering a few times before it roars to life. A weird clicking from the glove box that you’re just too tired to check out. Smokes and a used condom thrown about the passenger side floor. Unsurprising but still disgusting.

You grab your phone and send Shane a text. Making sure it’s actually ok that you do crash for the night. Not that he’d ever say no. But you want to be polite.

Mind if I swing by? A bit crowded at mine.

It only takes him a few stoplights to answer.

Of course, Princess. You need a ride?

You answer immediately. Thumbs tapping fast on the tiny little buttons of your blackberry.

Nope:) 5 mins away.

Perfect. See you soon gorgeous

You can’t help the smile creeping up on your expression. Curling on your glossy lips and catching the attention of your best friend in the drivers seat.

“Pfft-” he rolls his eyes, turning the corner a little sharper than you’d like.

“Oh, shut it.” You snap back. Daryl has never liked any of your boyfriends. You don’t blame him. Most of them were real pieces of shit. Using you for your body. Your money. Not that you had much to spare.

Merle and you never dated. Just a couple drunk hookups that you didn’t enjoy.

Daryl never liked that either. Knowing his brother had seen the most sacred parts of you. Touched you and held you and watched your eyes screw shut as you came all over his cock.

Daryl wishes he could be the only one who’s ever seen that. The only one who knows the sounds you make when you’re close and the way you’re breath hitches when he kisses that spot on your stomach. It fucking kills him. Thinking about you gripping Shane’s dark hair while he discovers that same exact same spot. Going lower and lower until you’re squirming and writhing and-

“Dare?” You repeat. Grabbing the attention of the scowling young man who’s gripping the steering wheel like it’s about to fly away from him.

“Huh?”

“You missed the turn.”

“Shit, sorry.”

He circles around and shifts into park. Right across the street. The tree in Shane’s yard blocking the light from the front porch.

“Thanks,” you say dryly while reaching for the door handle. Ready to crawl into a warm bed. One where the only sound that enters your ears is the crickets in the backyard and the soft inevitable snoring from the handsome deputy holding you nice and close.

“Wait, just-” Daryl’s hand grabs your shoulder and pulls you pack. Snaking His hand around the back of your neck and crashing his lips against yours. Leaned right over the middle console to pull you in even closer. Tongue tracing your lips and deepening the kiss. The faint taste of tobacco and the familiar warmth of his mouth clouds your judgment. Kissing him back despite your relatively steady and semi-serious fling waiting for you on the other side of the red door across the street.

You pull away, eyes still closed and resting your forehead against his.

“Dare…”

“It’s fine.” He whispers. Nose nudging your own as he connects your lips for one last kiss that lingers just a couple seconds too long. A pained, broken look in his ocean eyes passes through when you finally pull away and scowl.

“Don’t. You can’t- you don’t get to do that.”

His jaw clenches and you’re sure he wants to spit some petty ass insult at you. Years of daddy issues and unresolved anger issues catching up to him with every little argument that crosses his path. But he finds it in himself to bite it back. Well not entirely. Just… a little less vulgar.

“Wear a condom,” he sneers, pulling away and falling back against the headrest. A deep sigh leaving his lungs as he chews on the inside of his lip. Already regretting his comment both due to the sheer cruelty of it but also because of the subtle admission of jealousy that he would fucking kill to have flown right above your head. It doesn’t. But the crimson painting his cheeks tells you he really fucking wishes it would. So for his sake, you ignore it and mutter a goodbye as you hop out and shut the car door. Heels clacking on the cement while you make your way to the front porch. Duffel bag in hand and a flutter of butterflies starting to swarm around in your belly.

You don’t even have to knock before the door opens and you’re met with the scent of a musky cologne and those beautiful brown eyes looking you up and down. Plaid pajama pants and a clean black tee shirt pulling you in for a quick embrace as he eyes the old Chevy still idling across the street, Daryl inside, ensuring you actually made it into the house.

“Hey, beautiful,” Shane kisses your cheek. Eyes still fixed on the man gazing over from the tinted truck window.

With a strong, guiding palm on the small of your back, you brush past the officer and head on in. Giving him a moment to set the alarm and lock the door behind you. Oblivious of the way Shane decides to wave at Daryl. Sending him a silent thank you for dropping you off all safe and sound. And maybe a very slight reminder of what he’s about to do to you as soon as that door closes.

And though he doesn’t see it, whether it’s from the tint of the truck or the clouds blocking the moon in the middle of the night, Daryl waves back. A pained, stomach dropping, shaky little wave that he didn’t even really want to return.

Daryl drives home as it starts to rain. Windshield wipers scraping on the cracked glass in front of him as his mind wanders, thinking about how nice it would be to stay in one of the nice, picket fence, suburban homes you’ve always wanted. Thinking about you in a big backyard, sipping on some white wine with a chunky little toddler on your hip. Your husband flipping some burgers and talking to the neighbors about football or the weather or the preschool you’ve been scouting.

It hurts his heart that in his little daydream, it’s not him who’s standing there barbecuing on that deck. It’s not him making small talk with your coworkers or reaching for the babbling little kid in your arms, asking for his daddy.

It’s Shane.

And for a split second, even though it physically hurts his heart. He knows that Shane can give that to you. And that, that simple little revelation is the whole reason he knows why he needed to wave back.

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bryngmemoney · 9 months ago

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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Writing in between messages!!

🪡Chapter Thirty-three: Rehearsal

“These are actually really good,” Megumi said, digging his fork through another piece of the pancake. “Not too sweet?” you asked him.

“Not too sweet,” he confirmed.

“Are you excited for the show?” Megumi put a hand over his mouth, making sure not to completely swallow the food he had in his mouth before answering. “More nervous, but everything’s been going good at the past rehearsals, so hopefully this will go over well.”

“You’ll do great, you won’t mess up promise,” you smiled at him, returning your attention to your food.

“Hope so.”

“Looks good to you?” you asked Megumi as you helped adjust his hair a little more. “Yeah, looks better honestly.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/n can you help me out, the hair in the back doesn’t wanna stay,” Ino spoke up a few feet besides you two. “Hm? oh yeah sure.”

You stood up straight, moving over to help style his hair back. “Thanks, sorry didn’t wanna bother but I couldn’t get it.”

“Yeah don’t worry, I’m not the best either at this but we have help around too just in case.”

Just as you were finished adjusting Ino’s hair, Megumi spoke up “Y/n I just noticed this parts uneven.” You looked over, stepping back towards Megumi. “Which part?” you asked placing your hand on his shoulder.

He stared at the mirror for a second, before meeting your eyes in it. “Oh never mind, I think I was just looking at it wrong.”

“Y/n!”

You turned around to the calling of your name, seeing Inumaki spin Yuki around towards you. “Look Y/n your friend did a great job! I love it!” Yuki announced. “Wow, you do look great Yuki!”

“And they said it wasn’t the same thing,” Inumaki nodded his head towards another station where Maki and Nobara where currently working.

You saw Maki and a volunteer assistant happily working on Kirara, with Choso looking up in your guys direction, eyes on Yuki, and Yuta happily chatting away with them. Next to them you could see Nobara argueing with Sukuna trying to get something on his face but his hand kept swatting it away. A nervous looking Kamo slowly inching away from them.

“Alright, we can chill for a few, we’ve got 10 minutes before needing to be in the backstage.”

“Good luck,” you told Megumi. “It’s still just practice, save it for the actual show.” You both leaned against a wall in the backstage area, seeing everyone file in to get lined up in order.

“You know the project?” Megumi brought up.

“Photography?”

“Yeah,” Megumi smiled at you, “I got an A, said it was nice to see me try something different.”

“Different? In what way?” you questioned

“He said it was nice seeing a more personal touch from me.” You looked at him, giving him quick peck on the cheek. “Good, you deserved it, it was beautiful, well at least to me.”

“Get lined up you can have your moment later,” Maki said approaching you two, “We gotta start heading out,” she told you. You raised your hand slightly, “See you in a few then.” Megumi returned the gesture, “See you.”

Author’s Note: more megumi fluff :3

ok one more chapter and a little epilogue left after this one

also guys i’m prob gonna post a poll for the next smau to do cause i can’t decide btwn two 😭😭 so that’ll be up tomorrow too

hope you guys enjoyed!!

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pichiru · 2 months ago

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 1

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 1,782

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fanfic I've written in about 10 years! This is my first time posting my writing on Tumblr and I'm very, very nervous. The Grunkle Stan curse has consumed me whole… I'm not sure at the moment exactly how long this fic will be but it'll be a fun ride for us all! :3 I really hope you enjoy! Please feel free to leave feedback about how you feel about the story! I looooooove reading what everyone has to say and how you feel about stuff! It makes me so happy :D

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“So…”

“Uh huh…”

“What you’re saying is…”

“Uhhhh huuuhhhh.” There was smiling, almost downright giggling, in her voice.

“You…”

“Uh huh!”

“Wanna…”

“EEEEEE!!!” She screeched quietly behind her prayer positioned hands while jumping in place.

“Start your own weird earring business?”

Mabel let out a loud ear piercing scream, causing Dipper to cover his ears quickly. Even at 15, almost 16, Mabel was still so excitable and bubbly. She never lost that part of her personality and she never would if she had anything to say about it.

“Mabel, is there even a market for that kind of thing?” Dipper asked his sister after she finally calmed down enough to have a conversation.

“Dipper…” Mabel started, her tone serious. “You have no frickin idea!” She squealed, jumping some more in place.

“Okay, say for instance I believe you and this is something you’re actually gonna commit to this time, how are you gonna get the materials?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Oh you know…” She said with a wide grin, nudging her brother in his ribs with her elbow. Dipper let out a groan, unfolding his arms to rub where she practically stabbed him.

“He’s not gonna go for it, Mabel. Him or Ford. Grunkle Ford would probably have war flashbacks if you even said the word ‘weird’ around him. Even if you whispered it,” Dipper said matter of factly.

“That’s what you think. You just don’t have the Mabel Pines charm. Or the puppy dog eyes. You’ve lost your edge. You’re too emo now,” Mabel sighed as she started reminiscing how cute and cuddly Dipper used to be. Now he’s just like Robbie. But somehow cooler? Somehow.

“Emo?! It’s called goth!” Dipper said, his voice cracking very slightly. His cheeks flushed, hoping Mabel wouldn’t notice. Her lack of reaction led him to believe she didn’t. But he figured she was just doing him a favor by not embarrassing him about it anymore. It got boring, he figured.

“Anyway,” Dipper started after clearing his throat a little. “I’d like to see you try to convince Stan to foot the bill for this. There’s no amount of 15 year old puppy dog face that’ll get him to do it.”

“Oh ye of little faith, my brother,” Mabel sighed, shaking her head as she started unpacking her luggage.

The twins begged and pleaded to stay with their grunkles for the summer. It was a big summer! Their 16th birthday. Ford and Stan agreed to return from their Stan o War II expeditions on the condition that they could plan a huge party for them before sending them back home. They thought it would be nice to do for the kids. Especially since they haven't really seen them since they turned 13. Dipper, however, has been keeping correspondence with Ford every week.

Mabel pulled a blazer out of her largest suitcase and held it up to Dipper with a wide, metal filled, grin. "I brought this just for the pitch! Hopefully it'll make Grunkle Stan take me seriously since all he does is wear a blazer in the shack. And dress pants. Come to think of it, he wears a full suit to work in a tourist trap," she said mostly to herself at the end.

"Did you get the blazer because you think it'll make you more grown up?" Dipper asked, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Uh, duh, Dipper. Why else would I just have a blazer laying around as a teenager?" Mabel asked, rolling her eyes back.

Dipper had his back turned to Mabel but he smiled at her comment. He loved that his sister was so sarcastic and funny. It was one of his favorite things about her.

After about 15 minutes passed, they were both unpacked and settled into their old room. Ford had even convinced Stan to get the kids their own full sized beds, instead of the smaller twin sized beds. He thought it would make them feel more comfortable. He wasn't wrong though.

Dipper trudged down the stairs first, wanting to be witness to this disaster of a business pitch his sister was about to initiate. He looked around for a moment. It was eerily quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the clicking of a keyboard from the kitchen and hushed arguing. They obviously didn't want to be heard but they sucked at it, frankly.

He sighed and flattened his fingers against his hips to stick them into his pockets. He took a step towards the kitchen before jumping at a loud yell that startled him from head to toe. Of course it was Grunkle Stan's voice. Dipper rushed into the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Grunkle Stan?!" Dipper yelled, his hands gripping the doorway in terror. "Are you okay?!"

Ford and Stan looked to their nephew, confused about why he was so startled. They were huddled around a laptop on the kitchen table. Stan was sitting in front of the computer and Ford standing but leaned down to read what was on the screen.

"Are you okay, kid?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Dipper slowed his breathing to a normal pace before laughing it off. "Y-Yeah. I'm A-OK! I just..." He trailed off.

"Dipper, it's alright," Ford said as he walked up to his nephew and placed a solid hand on his shoulder. "We're just..." He looked back at his brother, who shook his head slowly, his mouth a hard line and his eyebrows flat. Ford turned his attention back to Dipper.

"Stan's trying online dating. He says he wants to have a date to your birthday party. I don't care about that sort of thing personally but..."

"SIXER!" Stan blurted as he started blushing furiously, hunching over the computer. "Always openin your mouth..." he grumbled to himself, knowing full well they both could hear him. "I just wanted to make a FRIEND that's not my brother, you kids, or Soos. Can't an old coot want that for himself?"

Ford and Dipper looked at each other with the same intrigued expression. Dipper straightened himself up and nodded.

"Yeah. You can definitely want that for yourself," he answered. "Have you...had any luck?" Dipper asked cautiously.

"Not really," Stan said curtly. He knew online dating at his age would be tedious but not _this_ bad.

"Actually, Dipper," Ford interjected. "Someone just messaged him back. Eagerly," he said, shooting a grin at Stan.

"Shut your trap! We don't even know if she's a real person," Stan grumbled as he typed on the laptop on front of them. "Or if she's a...what is it? Dogwhale?"

"Catfish," Ford and Dipper corrected in unison.

Stan looked at his brother and nephew, squinting his eyes at them. "Sometimes I wonder who's Sixer's twin here. Me or you, kid. Aside from the fact you look like The Cure meets Marilyn Manson these days." He turned back to the computer and continued typing.

"How do you know who Marilyn Manson is?" Dipper asked with much confusion in his voice.

"Don't worry about it, kid," Stan dismissed. "It's a good look on you."

Dipper blushed and rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "Oh! Thanks," he said quietly, looking around the room nervously. "It's a new thing."

"Some of the smartest people I knew in college were goths," Ford added. "Keep up the good work...er...look...Yeah." Ford looked between the other two and left the room quickly out of embarrassment.

"GRRUUNNKKKLLLEEE STAANNNNNN!!!" Mabel squealed as she rushed past Dipper into the kitchen with her blazer on haphazardly. She very obviously didn't know how to put it on to fit her correctly but that didn't stop her from trying.

Stan turned to look at Mabel who was standing there eagerly with a book under her right arm. He couldn't help but smile at his niece still being the same silly person she always has been. It always warmed every corner of his heart. Even though he'd never admit it.

"What's up, kid?" He asked as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his left ankle over his right knee.

ding!

"So! I have a proposition for you!" Mabel said as she pulled her book out and opened it.

ding!

"What is that?" Mabel asked curiously as she stepped forward towards Stan and the laptop.

"Nothing!!" Stan said as he slammed the laptop closed.

"Stan's doing online dating," Dipper said without thinking. He made a small noise then covered his mouth quickly.

There was an unsettling silence at first followed by a loud shriek of excitement followed by Mabel jumping up and down with the book still in her hands. "GRUNKLE STAN NO WAY! NOOOOO WAAAAYYY!! AH, I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!"

Stan and Dipper both covered their ears.

"Alright, alright, kid. That's enough. It's no big deal."

"IT IS SO A BIG DEAL!!! Have you met anyone yet? Did you ask anyone on a date?" Mabel asked rapidly.

"No and no," Stan said simply.

Mabel's entire disposition changed when he answered. "Oh... Well those dings from the computer sound promising! There was a lot of them too. Maybe it's multiple women trying to get your attention?"

"No. It's...It's one woman. I just met her," Stan said as he opened the laptop back up and went to the woman's profile. "Says here she's an artist, she loves period pieces, and loves all things Halloween. Don't really get the last part but the first two things? It makes her the dame of my dreams," he sighed with a smile. He quickly reigned himself back in and cleared his throat.

"Anyways, we're just...chattin right now. That's all. It probably won't even last a day. She's too good to be true. She's probably a...wazzit called, Dip?"

"Catfish," Dipper answered quickly.

"Yeah that. She's probably a catfish," Stan said sadly.

"Grunkle Stan," Mabel said softly as she walked over to him and sat her book down on the table. "I know you've led a hard life but you deserve happiness. So don't shoot it down before it's even had the chance to take flight," she advised wisely, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Wise words, kid," Stan said, accepting her advice. "I'll...give it a chance."

"YAY!!" Mabel squealed as she clapped her hands happily.

Stan's gaze snapped to the book in front of them. "Wazzat?" he asked, pointing with his chin. "And why the hell are you wearing a blazer? And wearin it like...that?"

A huge grin slowly spread across Mabel's face, showing every single color in her braces, at Stan's sudden interest. "Grunkle Stan...do I have a proposition for you!"

#gravity falls #gravity falls fandom #stanley pines #original character #Stan Pines x OC #online dating #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #stanford pines #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #ocs #oc insert #self insert #self indulgent #bill cipher

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crowborn666-writes · 2 years ago

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Could I request a one-shot of platonic Aizawa comforting his student who accidentally reveals a bunch of old sh scars? I myself have a bunch of scars on my neck and arms that are very noticeable, and I've always been self-conscious about them. I'd just really like some fluff and comfort.

I completely understand if you're not comfortable writing about this, so feel free to ignore.

Hero Suit

(Of course dear!!! I’m more than happy to write you some comfort <3 hope your days are well!)

Aizawa x Student!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic

Summary: Your hero suit didn’t come back how you wanted, and your teacher offers some advice.

TW/CW: mention of sh scars, of depression, and of insecurity

(Your gender should not be mentioned in this, tried to keep it gender neutral as usual!)

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You frowned down at the fabric on your skin, not liking how short the sleeves were, nor the lack of a stretchy turtleneck on the collar. You’d designed it that way for a reason, and of course whoever was in charge of your suit messed it up.

Sighing, you habitually glanced around for your jacket, only to remember it was in the locker room.

“(Y/n), seems you change quick.” Aizawa commented, marking you as present on the clipboard he had.

“Yes, sir. The others shouldn’t be too long now, although I heard Mineta causing trouble from the hallway.”

“Of course he was.” Your teacher sighed.

You were thankful he had the clipboard in hand, nerves of him noticing starting to creep up on you.

Anyone who’d noticed before either asked too many questions, made a big deal out of it, and some decided to make you feel bad about them.

You turned away, anxiously awaiting your other classmates arrival when you felt a gentle hand grasp your arm and lift.

Oh no…

Aizawa was glancing over the pale, faded lines that cut across your skin, expression unreadable aside from his lips having been pulled into a thin line.

He let go at the first slight tug you gave, his hand falling back to his side as he glanced to your exposed neck next.

“…Have you had any urges lately?”

You quietly shook your head, staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

Aizawa nodded. “You don’t have to hide your scars, but if you still want to, we’ll have your suit fixed as soon as possible.”

“…Okay.”

Your teacher offered you a small smile. “I’m here if you need to talk. You’re not the only one who’s insecure about their scars.”

Days came and went, but when one particular lunch rolled around you were nearly dizzy. Too much for one day, you got your lunch and poked your head into Aizawa’s classroom. He’s offered to let you eat in there if you or anyone else got overwhelmed.

He gave a small wave from his desk, sipping on his coffee as he graded papers.

You took your usual seat, a small sigh leaving you as you set your things down. You ate quietly, rather quickly, and it didn’t take Aizawa long to notice.

“Bad day, (Y/n)?”

You nodded first, but quickly followed it up with a “Yes.”

“You’re free to talk about it.”

Silence followed after that, debating on where to start or if you even wanted to talk about your thoughts.

“Just… dealing with some sensory overload, I guess. The sleeves of my uniform are making my wrists itch, and I think someone saw the scars on my neck cause they kept staring…”

Aizawa nodded along, silent as to hear you as your voice grew quiet in some spots.

“Well, you’re free to stay in here and relax. Next class is hero training, right? I hear they fixed your hero suit, so hopefully that’ll help.”

You nodded with a smile, watching as Aizawa stood to shut the door as a few louder students walked through the halls.

You were glad to have him as your teacher, so in tune with his students’ needs, even if it never seemed that way at first.

#mha #bnha #fluff #mha x reader #bnha fic #bnha x reader #mha fic #gn!reader #aizawa x teen!reader #mha shouta #mha shota aizawa #platonic #aizawa x student reader #aizawa #aizawa shouta

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icouldntfindquiet · 2 months ago

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if you were their new management what would you do? If you had full control over their next comeback (when everyone's feeling better ❤️‍🩹) what would your plan be?

My answer is long. 🙈

You best be sure we’re getting a statement!! It’ll go something like this:

A long, overdue statement.

First of all, we’d like to thank the fans for your continued support. We know communication has been poor and we sincerely apologize for all the frustration, inconvenience, and financial burden these cancellations have caused. We’ll try our best to minimize them and to inform you as soon as possible, but please keep in mind that we’re human and the risk of falling ill is always there. We prioritize the health and safety of the band and crew to ensure that we can keep playing for you for a long time.

As you already know, we have some new faces in the band. Johnny Bond and Bob Hall have decided to part ways with the band in 2021. Bondy was in the band for 7 years and Bob for 11 years. They’ve been a huge part of the band and we are sad to see them go. However, they’re both still making music so please support them and give their music a listen.

You’re all probably wondering what’s next. We’ve since made a new album we’d like you all to hear and we have some live dates planned. Please stay tuned for more news.

This is all planning/prep before the next single is actually released. Ideally the next single will have a proper music video made. I’ll try to have the band in it but if not possible, I’ll hire actors or use new clips and not old ones. 😆 I also want to schedule an in-person interview with Steve Lamacq (I think he’s back). I’d like for them to talk about the album and for Van to walk through each song. I’ll probably release this interview a week after the album is out to give people time to listen to it. And ofc, Steve Lamacq will have the special privilege of being one of the first to hear the album. 🙂 I’ll also schedule a radio interview with Jack Saunders so Van can promote the new album and tour dates. This will be released after the new single is out.

Fast-forward to Nov/Dec. I suck at teasing new singles but I’m also done with the teasing! 😂 I’ll probably have them post a mysterious date on Monday and on Friday of the same week, we’ll just drop the next single, music video and all with no warning. 😆 After you’ve had the weekend to digest it, I’ll release that interview with Jack Saunders on Monday. We’ll start promoting the tours that’ll happen before the stadium dates and get tickets selling for that. We’ll announce the dates all at once (no slow dripping dates 😆) and support acts will be announced ASAP so fans can listen to their music beforehand. A photographer/videographer will be hired to follow them on tour and to provide content. I’ll have the entirety of one of the stadium shows filmed and available to watch for free.

When 3-4 weeks has passed, we’ll release the second single. I forgot to mention we’ll have a proper music video for that too and it’s the same thing where a date will be posted on Monday and the single will be out on Friday. The Monday after that, we’ll announce the album release date which is preferably before the tour starts but I realize the timeline might be tight. 😬 I want all shows here on out to have new songs played. The setlist will be reworked to include Showtime, the two new singles, and 2-5 more songs from the album.

All while that is happening, I’m going to hire an artist to re-design their merch. We’ll announce more tour dates and hopefully do some TV/radio appearances as well. And hopefully the band will agree to a photo shoot. 😁 Communication will be improved. And going back to Bondy and Bob’s departure, I’d personally like to thank them for what they’ve done for the band, even if it’s just sending them a quick message. I’ll keep it simple and be transparent about it with the band of course!

Thanks for the ask! This was fun to write out. If you were their new manager, what would your plan be?

#feel free to take this idea van 😁👍#talk

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year ago

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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 3)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: You continue to try and act like everything was normal but its easier said than done with nosy neighbours and niggling doubts

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 3

Today had been a good day, Andy had been riding on a high ever since he left the courthouse. They were at a crucial point in the case and when Andy presented the best piece of evidence in the drug trial he had actually seen the defendant begin to nervously sweat. When court was adjourned for the day he’d seen the defence lawyers scrambling with despondent looks on their faces. Come Monday morning Andy wouldn’t have been surprised if the plea had been changed to guilty.

As soon as Andy got home he made his way upstairs to start packing his weekend bag so that come morning he could get straight on the road and back to you. He was in such a good mood he was even whistling as packed, he even considered driving up to Vermont tonight.

He was just walking into the closet to grab the ring from the drawer when he heard his phone ringing. Walking back out he grabbed it from his bedside table, frowning slightly when he saw it was your mom calling him.

“Hello?” Andy answers.

“Andy, is Y/N home with you?” Your mom asks barely waiting for the line to connect.

“No, she left this morning, why? Is she on her way back or something?” Andy says frowning in confusion.

“Andy she never turned up” your mom tells him.

Andy’s heart stops for a moment “What do you mean?” He mutters, trying to stop his mind from thinking the worse.

“She should have been here hours ago, we gave it a couple of hours because we know she likes to stop at the pancake place in New Hampshire but she still should have been here by now” your mom explains as Andy began to pace back and forth.

“Have you called her?” Andy questions.

“Yeah but her phone is off or out of battery or something, it just keeps going straight to voicemail” your mom sighs, “we thought she might have changed her mind and gone to see you in court today and just forgot to tell us”

“No, no she didn’t” Andy mutters running his hand down his face “Look it’s probably nothing and she’s probably fine, maybe she just broke down somewhere and is waiting for her phone to charge in a garage but…” Andy sighs really wishing he didn’t have to say the next part “But you should probably call the police just in case”

“O-okay” your mom mutters her voice shaking.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Y/N is sensible there’s probably a reasonable explanation for all of it,” Andy says trying to reassure himself and your mom “But what I’ll do is I’ll call that pancake house see if they’ve seen her and that’ll help narrow down where she might be and I’ll drive the route see if I can find anything”

“Good idea we’ll do the same here” your mom agrees.

“One of your stay home though just in case she turns up” Andy tells her.

“Of course, thank you Andy hopefully I’ll talk to you soon with good news” your mom sighs.

“I hope so too” he mutters before hanging up.

After he called the pancake house and found out you hadn’t made it there, he first passed that on to your parents before grabbing his coat and making his way out to the car. The front door slamming shut behind him.

Andy woke with a start, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to forget the dream he’d just had. But it was impossible, he knew the day you disappeared would haunt him forever. He lets out a deep sigh as he opened his eyes and glanced over to your side of the bed empty.

His heart stopped as he leapt up from the bed. Beginning to panic when he couldn’t find you in the bathroom. Had this all been one cruel nightmare, were you still missing? He practically ran down the stairs only stopping to breathe when he found you curled up in your reading chair.

You were startled as he rushed into the living room, eyes wide as you looked over at him. Your eyes searched his face for a moment before your lips parted.

“Sorry, I woke up early so thought I’d come down and read” you apologise quietly.

Andy shook his head gently as he walked over to you “No, no it's okay, no need to apologise” he says bending down to kiss the top of your head “Are you hungry for breakfast? I- I can make some pancakes?” He offers forcing a small smile.

“Yeah sounds lovely, I’ve brewed a pot of coffee already,” you say nodding in the direction of the kitchen.

“Great, thank you honey” he smiles nodding his head quickly before walking into the kitchen.

After he grabbed a mug from the cupboard he took a moment, bracing himself against the counter as he tried to calm himself down. His heart still thundering in his chest from the fear he felt that you were gone again. It had been a few days since you had been found but still Andy found it hard to believe you were home. Often finding himself just watching you, scared that you’d disappear if he took his eyes off of you.

“Do you want a hand making the batter?” You asked pulling Andy from his thoughts.

He quickly filled his cup with coffee taking a sip as he turned around to face you “I’m good, unless you want to help? I could cook up some crispy bacon to go with it?”

A smile tugs at your lips as you nod your head “Yeah that sounds lovely, cooking breakfast together” you say as you walk over, tucking yourself into his side.

Andy smiles wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer into his side and kissing the top of your head “Sounds perfect honey”

You smile up at him before stepping out of his embrace to open the fridge and grab everything you needed, passing Andy the pack of bacon. Andy smiles as he grabs the pan to start frying up the bacon, watching as you easily walk around the kitchen grabbing a bowl and whisk to make the batter.

The morning carried on peacefully, you chuckling when Andy got syrup in his beard. Andy smiled to himself as you saved the leftover batter and he washed up all the dishes.

Once everything was cleared up and both you and Andy were dressed for the day you settled down on the couch together, Andy grabbing the TV remote before wrapping his arm around you.

“We have a couple of hours before your parents stop by before they head on home, wanna watch a movie or something?” Andy suggests.

“I don’t mind, you pick something,” you say shuffling closer to him, head resting on his chest.

“Okay, super boring documentary it is” Andy smirks as he turns on the TV.

You laugh slapping his chest gently, but your laughter dies out when the news starts and you disappear was the main story. Andy looked down at you to see you nervously swallow.

“I’ll turn it over” Andy says reaching for the remote.

“No… it's okay” you mutter quietly, shaking your head.

Andy nods shifting in his seat so he could hold you closer as the news anchor introduced the story.

“Newton town police were pleased to announce missing women Y/N Y/L/N was found safe and sound, this is what the lead detective had to say,” the Anchor says before the shot changes to Lieutenant Elliot walking out for a press conference.

“Thank you all for coming” he greets nodding to the crowd of journalists “As many may be aware we have been working tirelessly the past four months to find Y/N Y/L/N and bring her home safe, we can now announce that we managed to accomplish that and she is now home safe with her parents and partner Andy Barber,” Elliot says periodically glancing up from his sheet of paper “we can also confirm the cause of her disappearance was abduction and false imprisonment and we have already arrested and charged her kidnapper” he continues taking a moment to pause as the journalist clamber for more information “as investigations are still ongoing that is all the information we can release at this time, we ask that press and members of the public respect Miss Y/L/N and her loved one’s privacy as we continue to investigate and bring justice” Elliot finishes before walking away before the press could ask any questions.

Andy finally turned the channel over when the piece was over, running his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner “You alright?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah…” you mutter nodding your head “Just wish they hadn’t mentioned the whole abduction thing” you sigh looking up at him.

“They have to” Andy explains with a sigh “It’ll stop speculation and other wild theories to run wild that might affect a court case”

You nod your head in understanding “Guess that makes sense” you hum before looking up at him “I’m glad I have you Andy… to help make sense of it all”

A small smile tugs at Andy’s lips as he leans in to kiss your forehead “Anything for you” he whispers.

Andy rested his head on top of yours as you settled back down into his side. Taking a deep breath as he tried to focus his mind on the here and now. You were back with him. You were safe. It was just a regular old day, one where you could both just relax and watch old sitcoms.

It was barely 15 minutes later there was a knock on the front door. Andy muttered he’d be right back as he went to go see who it was. He was expecting and maybe hoping it would be the police with a decent update. However, when he opened the door he was greeted with Mrs Ethelridge, the elderly lady who lived down the street.

“Oh um hi, is everything okay?” Andy asks, pulling the door closed slightly when he caught her glancing inside.

“Yes I just saw the news and just wanted to say how happy I am that Y/N is home safe and sound” Mrs Ethelridge says clapping her hands together.

Andy forces a small smile nodding his head “Yeah we all are too” he says.

“How is she? God what a horrible thing to go through” She mutters shaking her head.

“She’s fine” Andy states, wanting the conversation to be over as quickly as possible so he could get back to you.

“I just don’t understand it all, Y/N’s a smart girl I don’t see how someone could take her, how did it even happen?” She continues.

“Like the police said on the news the investigation is still ongoing” Andy gritted through his teeth, Mrs Ethelridge was just trying to get some good gossip to spread around the neighbourhood.

“But surely she knows,” she says with a light scoff and condescending smile

Andy lets out a deep and irritated sigh, his irritation doubling when he noticed passersby looking over and watching. The street was far busier than its ever been before, all of them desperate for information. Mrs Ethelridge was just the first with the balls to knock on the door.

“The investigation is still ongoing” Andy repeats trying to keep his voice level “Is there anything else you need? I should be getting back inside”

“Oh no I-“ she starts but Andy doesn’t wait any longer, he had his answer, shutting the door to end the conversation once and for all.

His fists clench as he takes a couple of deep calming breaths. As he walks back into the living room he glances out of the window to make sure no one was trying to peer in.

“Who was at the door?” You ask making him turn towards you.

“Oh, it was uh-“ he started before pausing, you wanted normal, nosy neighbours were not normal. If he told you that it was Mrs Ethelridge at the door you would know exactly why she had popped around and Andy didn’t want you to have that added stress “delivery guy, got the wrong address, zipcode was wrong or something so I was just giving him directions” he explains as he walks back over and sits down on the couch.

“Oh okay that’s good” you hum shifting so you were curled up beside him.

“Yeah” Andy sighs wrapping his arm around you “nothing to worry about”

Your parents arrived for lunch just after 12, walking up the path of the house just as another neighbour was stepping away from the front door. Andy watched from the door as the neighbour greeted your parents, giving the same spiel that they’d just given him. Your parents gave them the same tight-lipped smile that Andy gave them.

“I guess they’re not the first you’ve had today,” your dad said to Andy quietly as they stepped inside the house.

Andy sighs shaking his head “It’s been fairly consistent since the news broke” he admits “We’ve already been given 3 lasagnas”

“Well I’m glad we didn’t bring lunch” your dad jokes lightly, earning a small chuckle from Andy.

The two men linger by the door as your mom goes into the living room to be with you “How is she doing? With you know?” Your dad asks quietly nodding towards the door.

Andy lets out a long sigh resting his hand on his hips as he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head “I dunno, fine I think” he admits “I didn’t tell her about Mrs Ethelridge’s visit”

“The OAP TMZ?” Your dad says pulling a laugh from Andy.

“That’s the one, I was hoping she’d be the only one but more have been turning up so I couldn’t hide it” Andy sighs shaking his head “I just didn’t want her to worry about that right now, the other’s have been fine but I know they’re just desperate for information” Andy explains.

Your dad nods his head in understanding “Yeah, our phones have been blowing up” he says pulling out his phone to show Andy the screen full of notifications.

“I can turn those off if you want” Andy offers.

Your dad gives him a grateful smile “Thanks Andy, I have both phones” he says passing Andy both his and your mom’s phone.

“It’s alright, I do it all the time for work,” Andy says gently shaking his head as he quickly turns off notifications on both your parent's phones, making sure they’d only get the important ones they’d want.

“Thank you Andy,” your dad says as Andy passes the phones back to him “And how are you?”

Andy lets out a long sigh, resting his hands on his hips “Honestly… I’m okay, just trying to do whatever is the right way thing I’m just… part of me is still working on believing this is all happening, I keep worrying that if look away she’ll go again” he admits with a small shake of his head.

“I know we feel the same way too” your dad reassures him, resting a hand on his shoulder “And I know you’re worried but I can promise you that you’re doing the right thing, just being here is the right thing”

Andy lets out a shaky breath, nodding his head “Thank you” he says gratefully.

“It’s nothing, now let's go join our ladies” your dad smiles nodding his head in the direction of the living room.

For the next few of hours, everyone just relaxed, Andy put in one of the many pasta dishes your neighbours has brought over. Your parents took it in turns answering the door, giving Andy a bit of a break from it.

Much sooner than you wanted, your parents had to get on the road home. Your parents gave you a long hug goodbye making you promise to call whenever you needed. Andy stood beside you, hand on the small of your back as you waved goodbye to your parents with a sad smile on your face. When Andy heard you try and stop a shaky breath he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“We’ll see them soon, we can try and get up to visit them for a long weekend” Andy suggests as he rubs your back soothingly.

“Yeah… yeah that would be nice” you sniffle nodding your head as you turned into him more and buried your head in his chest.

You then pulled away and started walking back into the living room. Andy not missing you trying to slyly wipe away your tears as you went. Andy let out a small sigh before following after you, spotting you already curled up in your reading chair book in hand.

Andy wanted to go over and just curl up with you, hold you for just another moment. But you clearly needed some space, if you wanted him you would have sat on the couch or somewhere that he could join you.

“I’m just gonna tidy up the kitchen, do you want anything?” Andy asks breaking the silence.

You hum glancing up from your book “Oh no I’m fine thank you” you say with a gentle shake of your head, already returning your attention back to your book.

Andy mumbled a “sure” as he turns and walks back into the kitchen.

There wasn’t really that much to clear up, just putting the plates in the dishwasher and clearing out the dish the pasta bake came in ready to be returned. Not that Andy remembered who to give it to, so many had stopped by that they all blended together.

Andy still took his time though, maybe he needed a bit of space too, he wasn’t sure. He should just add it to the growing list of unknowns. He didn’t know how to help, didn’t know all this happened, he didn’t know a lot of things and he hated it. He liked to be in control, have two hands on the steering wheel. But right now it felt like he was just being dragged along blindly for the ride.

It was about half an hour later and Andy was just wiping down the sides when he heard a knock on the door. Putting the cloth back in the sink he made his way to the door. As he went he spotted you getting up to also answer the door but he held out his hand to stop you.

“I’ve got it” he tells you as he continues to the door.

He expected it to be more nosy neighbours but he was surprised to find Lieutenant Elliot and Detective Wagner and a third man who seemed familiar but Andy couldn’t recall a name.

“Who’s this?” Andy asks pointing to the well-dressed man behind the detectives.

“Well explain inside, we have an update” Elliot explains glancing over his shoulder at the other man.

“Of course, come inside” Andy says stepping aside to let the three of them in.

As the final man passes by Andy he glances around before smiling over at Andy “lovely home” the deep southern accent catching Andy by surprise.

Andy clears his throat and nods “Thank you, uh right this way” Andy says directing them into the living room.

As they walked in, Andy saw you sit to attention, slamming your book shut. You cast a worried glance over towards Andy who gives you a reassuring look in return.

“They have an update on the case” Andy explains walking over, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“And who’s this?” You ask quietly nodding over to the third man.

“This is Inspector Blanc, he’s going to be joining us on this case?” Elliot explains as he and Wagner sit down on the couch.

Blanc remains standing though, one hand resting in his pocket as he studied the room around him. His eyes finally settle on you and Andy feels you squirm slightly in your seat. Andy moves to perch on the arm of your chair, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to calm you. The action makes Blanc’s focus move to Andy, his lips twitching upwards as you leaned into Andy’s touch.

“Why?” Andy questioned, recognising the man now, he was a famous private investigator who worked all over the world. It didn’t make sense to Andy why he’d be taking on this case.

“Well, I have been in this state the past couple of months investigating corruption in the emergency services, while doing so I came across your name” Blanc explains pointing over at you.

“M-m-my name” you stutter in shock.

“No, no, not your name,” Blanc says waving his hand before pointing at you again” The name Drysdale gave you, Dorothy” he explains and Andy feels you tense hearing that name again “That name caught my attention as there were little to no records attached to the name, those that did exists were a phoney as cheese from a can, I looked into it further and discovered every nurse and doctor you came across had considerable dirt against their name making them prime for blackmail” he continues.

“Are you saying the doctors were blackmailed into letting her go with him?” Andy frowns.

“We believe so yes, and the police officers who originally investigated the crash, which is why we didn’t originally link the two incidents together its also why Blanc is taking the lead on this case to reassure you no corruption will affect it” Elliot explains.

Andy let out a long sigh as he nodded his head, his blood was close to boiling finding out that corruption had played a part in your abduction. Police officers were supposed to serve and protect not turn a blind eye. At least with Blanc, they could be reassured that it wouldn’t affect the case anymore.

“Do you have any more updates on the case?” Andy questions.

“Yes” Elliot nods before shifting his gaze to you “The reason we couldn’t connect the crash you had to your disappearance was because the number plate on the car involved in the crash did match the one registered to you” he explains “instead the car we found in Sudbury containing all your belongings had your registered number plate”

“But how? I didn’t drive anywhere near Sudbury?” You ask, shaking your head in confusion.

“We believe Drysdale organised the car crash, swapped the plates over with the identical car and stole any personal belongings placing those in the car we found in Sudbury” Detective Wagner explains.

Andy’s eyebrows raise in shock “Didn’t anyone think to check the VIN numbers?” Andy asks agitated.

“They were, however, the officers reported them incorrectly something we only realised when we rechecked the VIN number and number plate on the car dumped in Sudbury, we’ve already identified the uniformed officers who were present at both scenes and they’ve been suspended pending further investigation” Elliot reassures.

Andy lets out a small scoff, he’s worked alongside for years. He couldn’t believe that they’d screwed up this investigation and aided Drysdale.

“And you’re certain there will be no more interference with this investigation because I swear to god if Drysdale doesn’t go down for this” Andy says nearly growling in anger.

“Don’t you worry about foul play” Blanc says calmly, holding a hand out towards Andy “I may not be Batman but justice will be served, my success rate is unmatched”

“We believe that if we can get him to confess to causing the accident or find evidence to prove it, he’ll have no choice but to pleas guilty” Elliot adds.

“And have where are you with that?” Andy questions.

“He’s maintaining his innocence” Elliot answered with a long sigh.

“Fuck sake” Andy curses harshly, his fist clenching in anger to the point he might draw blood.

“Andy” you chastise softly, hand reaching out to rest on his arm.

As soon as he felt your touch he felt all the anger drain from his body. His shoulders slumped as he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Sorry,” he croaked as he opened his eyes and looked down at you. Your hand slipped down into his and squeezed it, wordlessly accepting his apology.

“We understand how frustrating this all must be and I can only apologise on behalf of the police force for how this case has been handled so far, but I can assure you that we are confident that you will have your justice” Elliot says nodding his head apologetically.

“Thank you, Lieutenant, we appreciate your efforts,” you say small reassuring smile before looking over to Blanc “And its reassuring to know we have someone of your calibre in our corner”

“It’s my pleasure miss, the detectives have already brought me up to speed so I won’t ask you to relive it all again, but I’ll be in touch if I have any follow-up questions” Blanc nods.

“Thank you we really appreciate that” Andy sighs with a small nod of his head, his temper much more under control thanks to you.

“We’ve got a lot of leads to chase thanks to Blanc and we’ll be sure to keep you up to date with any more developments, the only thing left to ask is how you’re doing?” Elliot says clasping his hands together.

“Okay, lots of neighbours have been calling in to check in which has been…. Nice” you say shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

Elliots nods, glancing over his shoulder towards the window that looked out onto the street “Of course, do let us know if the attention gets too much, we can organise temporary accommodation if needed or station an officer outside to disperse crowds” he offers.

“We will, thankfully it hasn’t been too bad so far, just lots of pasta dishes” Andy says a small smirk growing on his face.

“Yeah, you are more than welcome to a couple, we have more than we can possibly eat now” you offer gesturing towards the kitchen.

Andy saw Elliot open his mouth to protest but Blanc interrupted before he got the chance “That would be lovely miss” he smiles warmly.

A short while later the Detectives made their way out each with a pasta dish, Blanc taking two for himself. When Andy walked back into the living room he found you standing beside the window staring out, using the curtains to shield you from those looking in.

“Hey, you okay?” Even though he asked softly you were still startled.

You blinked a couple of times your hand rubbed the base of your neck as you nodded “Yeah I just can’t believe the corruption and the lengths he went to… I- I just don’t get it” you mutter shaking your head.

Andy lets out a small sigh as he nods his head “Me neither honey” he admits as he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head “But you’re safe, we have some amazing detectives on the case so he will go down for this I promise, you’ll get your justice”

A couple of days had passed since the detective's visit, you had let Andy update your parents since you didn’t think you could. They tried to hide their anger and hurt at the situation but you could still hear it in their voices making you feel guilty. You had managed to tell Carrie though when she visited yesterday, whenever she voiced her frustrations about the handling of the case it didn’t seem to hurt you. Maybe because she was a bit more removed from it all.

The evening was drawing in as you lay in a bath Andy had drawn for you, he had put in all the stops, bubbles, oils. It should have felt relaxing but it just wasn’t, you’ve never found baths to be particularly cleansing but now you just hated them. It felt like you were in a pool of filth. You only agreed because you didn’t want him to worry and he had gone to all this effort for you.

You preferred showers so much more, you wanted to wash away the dirt. You enjoyed lathering up with soap, sometimes doing it multiple times just to make sure it was all gone. They had become moments of reprieve from it all, a short period of time when everything just went away and you felt a moment of peace.

After what felt like a long enough period of time you began to drain the bath, using the shower attachment to get the last of the suds and oils from your skin and around the basin. Wrapping yourself in a warm fluffy towel you refused to look down at your leg and the nasty cut that remained.

Once you were dried off you changed into a fresh set of comfy clothes and began to make your way downstairs. You were caught by surprise when you walked into the kitchen and found Andy lighting some candles on the dining table which was beautifully laid.

“Oh, hey” Andy straightens when he spots you by the door “You’re down sooner than I expected”

“I-uh didn’t want to wait until it got cold” you lied picking a bit of fluff off your sleeve “What is all this?”

A smile tugs at Andy’s lips as he closes the distance between you “It’s Wednesday so it’s date night” he grins.

“Oh” you mutter, it had been so long and so much had happened that you hadn’t even thought of date night.

Andy’s smile falters for a second as he glances over his shoulder at the table. He clears his throat as he quickly turns and grabs a bouquet of flowers from the side “For you” he smiles.

A smile grows on your face when you saw it was a bouquet of daisies, your favourite kind of flowers. They were simple but that’s why you liked them, you didn’t need anything fancier like roses. You brought the daisies up to breathe in their scent, as you do so you notice Andy watching you warily. Your brows furrow as you look back up at him trying to work out what he was thinking, was he forcing himself to do this because he felt like he should, did he even want to do this?

“Back to normal right?” he offers.

You guessed that answered that question “Back to normal” you agree forcing a smile of your own as you moved to put the daisies in some water.

“I cooked some Mexican, I thought you might want something different after all those pasta dishes,” Andy says as he pulls a dish of enchiladas out of the oven and sets it on the table.

“It looks lovely thank you Andy, I’m sorry I didn’t dress up” you joke gesturing down to your sweats.

The most genuine smile you’ve seen tonight breaks out on Andy’s face as he walks back over to you “You look beautiful, always do, always will do” he smiles as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.

That was all it took to reassure you, if Andy held any resentment towards you for what happened with Ransom he wouldn’t be doing all this. Resentment could fester and grow without the person realising it, so you were determined to cling onto him for as long as you could. He was pulling away when you wrapped your arms around his waist. He froze for a second before wrapping his arms around you, his hand running up and down your back soothingly as he pressed kisses to the top of your head.

“Thank you Andy, this is all that I needed” you smile up at him.

He smiles warmly back at you before nodding his head towards the food “C’mon before it gets cold”

He rests his hand on your back as he guides you back towards the table, pulling out your seat for you. He sits down opposite you and grabs the bottle of wine he’d set out, he offers you some but you shake your head. He gives you a reassuring nod as he pours himself a glass before pouring out some water for you.

“Happy date night” Andy smirks lifting his glass.

You chuckle as you lift your glass to meet his “happy date night”

Andy began to serve out the food and asked you how the book you were reading was going. You felt your shoulders loosen as you began to tell him all about it, lines you had loved and where you thought the story was going. It felt like a normal evening dinner, even though there was less to talk about because neither of you were working or getting out much, the conversation never died out or felt forced.

When you were done you insisted on washing up since Andy had cooked, he tried to argue and help out but you weren’t having any of it. You only got him to give in when you suggested that he went and set up a movie upstairs.

A playful smile appeared on his lips “You might regret that when I pick a boring old movie” he warns as he makes his way upstairs.

Once you had cleared up and all the plates, you wiped down the sides and washed your hands making sure they were thoroughly clean before making your way upstairs. Walking into the bedroom you found Andy reclined back in bed, one arm outstretched behind his head, his other hand holding the remote.

“I found a movie on the History of the Button” he smirks when he spots you.

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter as you walked over “How long is it?” You ask as you climb into bed beside him.

“3 hours long” he smirks.

“No movie should be 3 hours long” you mutter as you get comfortable.

“You had no issues with the superhero movie being 3 hours long” Andy points out with a lopsided smile.

“That’s because it was superheroes, many of which are nice to look at for 3 hours, buttons and dusty historians are not fun” you argue making Andy laugh.

“I’m only joking, I found a romcom that I think you’d like, it came out a couple of months ago,” Andy says as he presses a couple of buttons on the remote, pulling up the movie.

“Oh…” you mutter when you recognise it, it was one of the movies you had watched while unknowingly trapped by Ransom “Yeah it's a good movie,” you say picking at your clothes.

Andy’s brows furrow in confusion for a second before realisation passes over his face, he shifts almost uncomfortably next to you “Oh right okay well we can find something else, um what about this? Only came out last week” he says finding a different movie.

“Yeah that looks good” you say forcing a small smile before moving to get more comfortable.

You shifted closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you tucked yourself into his side. You hear him swallow and blow out a small breath before the arm that was tucked behind his head moved to wrap around you. His fingers lazily running up and down your side.

You glance up at him to see him already looking down at you, his lips pursed for a moment before his gaze dropped as he said “I love you” quietly.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, it was all you wanted to hear from him and for a moment it shut up that voice in your head that had you doubting everything.

You let out a shaky breath “I love you too” you whispered.

A smile tugs at his lips as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before relaxing back and hitting play on the movie. You continued to watch him for a couple of minutes, studying every inch of him trying to commit it all to memory. His blue eyes with the smallest flecks of green, the gentle slope of his nose, the plush pink lips that poked through the thick beard that had the smallest tinges of red in some areas. You had already forgotten this face before, you never wanted it to happen again.

As the movie played and you watched the two protagonists fall in love you felt a strange feeling blossoming in your chest. It took you a moment to realise it was longing. Even as you lay in Andy’s arms you longed for that kind of ease and connection the characters had, the kind of connection that had felt stilted between you and Andy. you wanted that connection again, you needed that connection again.

Looking up at Andy you gently ran your hand over his chest to get his attention, when his gaze met yours you reached up to cup his cheek your fingers scratching through his beard. Andy blinked a couple of times in surprise before his lips twitched upwards, his hand moving to meet yours, fingers wrapping around yours as he gently kissed your palm.

The movie was forgotten as his attention shifted solely to you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he leaned down and kissed you softly. The kiss was barely there to begin with, his lips just ghosting over yours. But when you responded so did he, the kiss becoming more eager and firm.

You let out a hum of content when he rolled you onto your back, his knee pushing up between your thighs. You heard him let out a small growl when you ran your nails through his beard, the sound made heat blossom in your core, you needed this, needed him.

It was when you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer that he froze and pulled back.

“Wait. Are-are you sure?” He questions his eyes darting over your face.

“Yeah, I- I want this” you admit but when your gaze meets his you saw the hesitation and realised maybe he didn’t “Uh-unless you don’t want to” you stutter pushing back slightly to give him space.

Andy quickly shook his head and you saw him swallow “Of course I want to I just…” he starts before sighing “It’s not been long since you… got home”

You give him a shaky nod, your hand running down from his shoulder to his chest “I know” you admit, you really did but you also knew that you wanted him, you wanted, needed to feel normal “I want this Andy, I-I need- Please?” You managed to say.

Andy didn’t say anything for long enough that you were beginning to get worried, his eyes just scanning your face and you hated that you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You were about to push yourself away and tell him not to worry when his eyes flashed with something you didn’t recognise and he ducked down to kiss you deeply.

It wasn’t long until clothes were on the floor and his lips were exploring your body. You clung onto him tightly as he did so, you didn’t want an inch of space between you. Your back arched as his hands found your core, you felt his groan against your neck when he felt how aroused you were.

“Andy- please I- I need you” you whimpered.

Andy pulled back enough to look down at you, his gaze searched yours for a long moment before he nodded “Okay, okay” he whispered.

He leaned down to kiss you softly as he positioned himself between your legs. He seemed to pause for a moment before he slowly pressed into you. Your chest heaved as he filled you up and you felt his heavy breathing against the crook of your neck.

This was what you had been missing for so long without even realising it. This connection as your bodies become one, the unspoken love. It was perfect and it made sense. All the times you laid with Ransom it felt like something was missing, something was wrong, and being with Andy again made it all so clear. You had been missing him.

The way Andy moved was perfect, he knew your body in a way nobody ever did. He knew what you needed and what you wanted without you having to say a word. It had been a completely different story with Ransom, even when you told him what you wanted it always felt like he did what he needed, what he wanted.

When Andy moaned in your ear you snapped out of your thoughts. Your screwed your eyes shut and shook your head trying to shake the thought and image of Ransom from your mind. You took a couple of deep breaths centring yourself, getting yourself out of your head and just enjoying this moment with Andy. The man you loved, the only man you loved.

When you opened your eyes you found Andy already looking down at you. Your lips twitched upwards as you looked into his brilliant blue eyes, you cupped his cheeks and guided his lips down to yours hoping to translate the feeling of love you felt for him through it. He seemed to understand as he kissed you back fiercely.

It wasn’t long until you both found your highs, Andy collapsing back onto the bed beside you. He gave you a lazy smile as he leaned over to press a languid kiss to your lips. He then grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, the both of you too tired to watch anymore.

He let out a long yawn as he lay back down, he wrapped his arm around you and mumbled a tired I love you before settling down for the night. You shifted closer to him, laying your head back on his chest whispering that you loved him back but he was already asleep.

You weren’t sure how long you were laying there awake for, but it was long enough that your mind began to wander and replay the night. It had been sweet what Andy had done for you tonight but your mind then reminded you of all the times he seemed to hesitate and why that might have been.

Had he been picturing you laying with Ransom, did he find the image of that repulsive? Did he see you as tainted? Did he find you repulsive?

The more your mind ran away from you the more uncomfortable you felt. You suddenly felt dirty, like there was a layer of grime covering your skin. You shot out of bed, Andy stirring in response.

“Wha- where you?” he mumbled as he lifted his head from the pillow.

“I’m just getting a drink, I’ll be right back” you lie, he hums in response his head already falling back onto the pillow.

You silently crept into the bathroom, not daring to turn on the lights as you grabbed a washcloth from the side and began to wipe away the grime. The grime that Ransom left of you, the grime that repulsed Andy. You bit your lip as you felt tears beginning to build up, only letting silent sobs breakthrough as you repeatedly scrubbed your skin.

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Happy Birthday!

Part 3: 7/20

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After a month of Connor's constant growth spurts, Dean takes his big man out to find some clothes that might fit his growing body. But finding clothes that fit Connor might be harder than the pair considered.

“Connor! We’ve gotta go if we’re gonna make the dinner reservations later!” I yelled from down the hall.

“Sorry, it’s hard to get dressed now with all this bulk.” Connor was struggling to shove his arm into one his sleeves as he stumbled through the hallway. Ever since his birthday, Connor’s body had been growing like a weed. Every time he went to the gym, he came home looking bigger than when he left. He’d quickly gone from an athletic build to an amatuer bodybuilder in record time. And while his muscles had gotten the biggest boost of his body, he’d been getting taller as well. Everyday that past, I was having to lean down less and less to kiss his lips. And the already massive dick in his pants has been growing an inch a week it feels like.

“I know, big guy. But hopefully after we go clothes shopping, you won’t have clothes that restrict your movement even more than your muscles do.” Connor waddled over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Yeah, just in time for my muscles to be an inconvenience.” He put his arms around me and we walked out the door of our apartment. Getting down to the car, Connor had trouble getting into any car. Even my own large truck was becoming a problem for him. He had to hoist himself up into my truck only to have it lean over to one side once he was in the passenger seat.

“One of these days, we’re gonna have to get a trailer to haul you around,” I said as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“I can’t wait. The day I can’t fit into a car, you can just put me in the bed of your truck.” Connor smiled and tried to adjust himself to get into a comfortable position in the passenger seat, but he was far too big. His shoulders pressed into the windows and his right arm stayed in his lap. His left arm was spread out across the dashboard and held my thigh tightly as I started the truck. “Besides, I have the sexiest, sweetest, and most perfect chauffeur that ever existed.” Connor tried to lean over to give me a kiss, but his pecs were getting in the way.

“You’re lucky I love that you’re getting so huge,” I said with a smile and I leaned in to close the distance between our lips. Starting the car, we drove off towards the mall. “But we’ve gotta get you something new to wear. I didn’t think you’d outgrow everything we bought you in just a month.”

“I haven’t grown out of everything. Just…a lot of it.”

“Yes, and the clothes you’re wearing were the ones I had bought that were oversized. Now they’re one wrong move from you tearing them apart.” Connor smiled at that fact and flexed his arm, but the smile quickly faded when they heard a rip from the sleeves. Looking over at me, I saw a giant tear going up Connor’s arm to his shoulder.

“Oops…” Connor shrugged and gave me a bashful smile. “Good thing we’re going clothes shopping.” I stopped at a red light and admired my big husband for a moment then sighed briefly. While he looked twice the size he was at our wedding, he was still the same sweet, goofy, and kind man I fell in love with.

“We’ll get the biggest size in the store so maybe you’ll be able to fit into it for more than just a month.”

“With the way I’ve been growing, I doubt it babe. I’m not stopping until I’m the biggest man in the world. And maybe not even then.” Connor flexed his other bicep and the sleeve ripped on that side of the shirt too.

“And when you are, I’ll buy us a circus tent to clothe you with and we’ll travel around the world showing off the biggest man to ever exist.” I smirked and parked the car in the parking lot of the large mall. “I think most of the department stores won’t carry anything that’ll fit you. At least in their stores. The only place I think we’ll find clothes that you’ll grow into is at the Big and Tall store.” I hopped out of the car and pulled my shirt down over my round midsection.

“Okay, but maybe we can at least look over at the other stores for anything I like? Those Big and Tall stores never have anything that looks super cute on me,” said Connor joining me on the other side of the car.

“Anything you wear I think is super cute on you.” I was struggling to pull my shirt down to cover his small belly, but as he walked over, Connor snuck one of his hands under it and slowly rubbed my bare skin.

“Same goes for you, babe.” Connor felt the firmness under his hand and chuckled a bit. “Maybe we need to get you some new clothes too, my big boy. You’ve seemed to have made some sympathy gains while I’ve been growing the past month.”

“That’s what happens when I’m cooking an entire family’s worth of food, but it’s all just for my ever growing husband and I. And you know I like to snack while I cook.” I grabbed his shirt and tucked it into my pants. “It doesn’t help that you unload into me a few times a day.” I grabbed Connor’s arm and pulled it away from my tummy and under my arm.

“Sorry babe. My libido has skyrocketed ever since I’ve started growing. But you look sooooooo good with a belly. If we weren’t out in public, I’d lean down and kiss it and rub it all day,” said Connor, still reaching for the belly as we made our way into the mall.

“I know you would. And there will be plenty of time for that when we get home. For now, let’s get you some new clothes.” We walked through the mall and Connor’s size drew a lot of eyes to us. Men and women alike both gawked at the buff man as he hung off of my arm like eye candy.

Getting to the Big and Tall store, we were greeted by an even larger man. “Hey there guys. My name is Bill and welcome to my store!” said Bill with a big, toothy smile. Even at Connor’s size, Bill outsized the big man by a substantial marker. He was easily 6’6 and with at least 400 pounds of fat on him all packed into a tight gray shirt.

“Hi there, Bill, we were looking for some new clothes for my husband here,” I said as Connor put his hand up with a smile. Bill looked down at Connor and smiled.

“Ah I see. Been hitting the gym lately big fella?” asked Bill, nudging his elbow into Connor’s rib cage.

“Oh yeah. And making more gains than I expected.” Connor hit a double bicep pose and the tears he’d made in his sleeves on the drive to the mall deepened. Bill was taken back momentarily as Connor blushed upon nearly ripping his sleeves off.

“As you can see, it’s a bit of a growing problem. We were hoping to get him some bigger clothes that he’d be able to wear for more than just a couple weeks. I just bought him this round of clothes less than a month ago and here we are, again.” Bill’s eyebrow rose up at that statement as he walked around Connor.

“You grew out of these clothes in a month? That’s gotta be some sorta record,” said Bill pulling out his tape measure. His eyes darted across Connor’s body.

“Yeah well I’ve had a bit of a late in life growth spurt according to my doctor. It’s rare, but it’s been known to happen,” said Connor, still blushing. “I’ve also been getting taller too so that’s another factor in all of this.”

“Getting buffer and taller? That is a new one for me I must say. At least for any adult I see coming in here. Normally I get that from mothers who are trying to get some clothes for their sons going through puberty. How much have you been growing exactly?”

“Well on my 40th birthday I was 5’7 and about 125 pounds,” said Connor. Bill looked at him in shock. However, considering Connor was now almost 6 feet tall and probably at least 180 pounds of muscle, the shock was warranted.

“You grew 4 inches as an adult?!? That’s unheard of!” Bill looked down at Connor who had a huge grin across his face.

“I know. I love it. And it’s not over at all. We think I’m still growing. So we’re gonna need some of your most stretchy clothes for me to grow into.” Bill was utterly speechless looking at the two of them.

“Huh, okay then. Well first let’s get some measurements done and see what we’re working with.” Bill pulled his measuring tape tight and put it up to Connor’s collar. “Do you have an idea of what size you might be?”

“Well this is an extra large. We did some measuring about a month back, but I know for a fact those are out of date,” said Connor as Bill measured him.

“26 inch wide, yeah if you’re growing as fast as you say you are, that’s not surprising.” Bill threw the tape measure over Connor’s head and held it tightly against his chest. “Wow, you’ve got a 45 inch chest. Been hitting chest pretty often?”

“No actually. My chest just really likes to grow.” Bill shot Connor another puzzled look then continued on with his measurements.

“What pants size do you typically wear?” asked Bill as he got down on the ground.

“These days I’ve been wearing 32’s, but they’re getting tighter and tighter by the day. I’d say I at least need to go up to a 34,” said Connor as Bill wrapped the tape around the seat of his pants.

“Yeah, with a small waist at 35 inches and a bigger seat at 39 inches, we’ll have to get you something pretty stretchy to fit you in. That or I can also tailor clothes specifically to you, but that’ll just be a bigger fee.”

“Thank you for that offer, but anything we tailor to him, by the time it’s done, he’ll have grown out of it,” I interjected.

“Fair enough.” Bill took his tape measure and almost brought it up to measure Connor’s inseam, but then looked up and gasped at the big bulge staring back at him. “Eh hum, I think I’ve taken enough measurements. Let me run to the back and find some options that can stretch a bit to accommodate your body.” Bill gulped loudly and stood up. “Please feel free to look around at anything while I do.”

“Thanks Bill, we’ll do that,” I said as the big man walked away as white as a ghost. “I think your growth terrifies him.”

“Yeah, or turns him on,” said Connor as we started going through the extensive collection of clothes in the store.

“So, what looks good babe?” I asked as I fingered my way through numerous shirts hanging on the wall.

“I don’t know. I told you before, these stores don’t always have the best selections, looks wise.” Connor perused the shirts and pants that were folded on a table with minimal enthusiasm.

“Come on babe, we’ve gotta put you in something. You can’t just be a nudist everyday at the office or in court.”

“I beg to differ. I definitely would go into court naked. Probably would win more cases that way too,” said Connor with a cocky grin.

“Haha,” I laughed back at him in a mocking tone. “Here, I’ve seen you wear shirts like these going into the office.” I fished out a plain white button down shirt with light blue stripes running down its length. “You’re wearing an XL right now so here’s a double XL that should fit you a lot better. Take this to the dressing room and just see if it fits.” I handed Connor the shirt and he scoffed a bit.

“This feels so basic.” Connor frowned and held the shirt up to his torso.

“Well biggers can’t be choosers,” I said with a chuckle.

“Just for that bad joke, I’m not putting this on.” Connor shoved the shirt back into my hands only for him to shove it right back.

“Come on babe. Just try it on to see how the size fits and if we need to go up another one.” I refused to take the shirt back and pushed it, and Connor, towards the dressing room.

“Fine.” Begrudgingly, Connor took the shirt and walked into one of the dressing rooms. As he put on the shirt, I browsed the selections a bit more.

Despite his pouting, Connor was right; there weren’t a whole lot of options that would fit him that looked cute. I made my way over to the workout clothes selections and here at least there was definitely clothes Connor would wear. Grabbing a few workout shirts and some sweats, I walked back over to the dressing room. “How’s it going in there?”

“Not great.” Connor walked out of the dressing room and while the clothes did fit him, he wore them like a second skin. “I think if I breathe in too hard, these buttons are goners.” I looked at Connor’s chest and sure enough with every breath he took, the buttons of the shirt fought to stay in place as his pecs expanded.

“We’ll go up another size then.” I handed Connor some of the workout clothes I had grabbed and leaned in closer to his ear. “Then again, maybe we buy it just so I can see you outgrow it.” I sensually ran my finger down Connor’s chest. As I did this, Connor sharply inhaled with exhilaration from his husband’s touch. In an instant, Connor’s chest puffed out an inch further away from him and with that, the button struggling to keep his chest within the confines of the fabric popped off and flew across the room, hitting Bill in the face.

“I had a feeling that might happen if you tried on any of our normal stock of clothes.” Connor was turning as red as a tomato when Bill presented him with the button. “Here, try these on for size. They’re better suited for someone with a larger upper torso and a tapered waistline like yourself.”

“Thank you…and sorry about the button. It was an accident,” blabbered out Connor. He hastily took the clothes from Bill and disappeared into the dressing room.

“We are sorry about that mishap. I’m more than happy to pay for the shirt he damaged,” I said to Bill.

“It’s no trouble at all. Some thread and a needle will have this button back on that shirt in no time. It’s not the first time I’ve had something like this happen in my store. Or to myself for that matter.” Bill stuffed the button into his pocket and stood there with me for a moment before Connor walked out in a new outfit.

“Much better,” said Connor as he took a deep inhale and exhale. Looking at him, it was a good fit for him. The shirt perfectly hugged his chest giving him a nice pec shelf that jutted out from him. His pants were somewhat snug, but the elastic in them allowed for some mobility. His bubble butt was on full display behind him and his python dick and low hanging balls did bulge out in front of him by a decent margin.

“It looks great on you babe. We’ll take it and any others you might have in that size,” I said as I hugged Connor and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll get a few more from the back and start ringing them up. And were you wanting to wear that out after your earlier clothing malfunction?” asked Bill as he collected some of the clothes.

“That'd be great Bill. Thank you for your help. I’m gonna try a few more things on, but we’ll be at the register in a few minutes,” said Connor. “Thanks again for all your help.”

“No problem sir. I pride myself with helping big men stay clothed.”

“Oh by the way, my name is Dean and this is my husband Connor. If you do like helping big men stay clothed, don’t be surprised if we’re back here in a month or two after he’s grown out of these clothes,” I said, extending my hand and shaking Bill’s.

“Nice to meet you both. And I’m just sorry you’ll be spending so much while you’re going through your growth spurt. Hopefully it’ll stop soon enough,”

“Hopefully it does,” said Connor with a cheesy smile as Bill walked to the register. “Or hopefully it never does,” whispered Connor into my ear. “Come into the dressing room, I’ve got something to show you.” Connor grabbed my wrist and pulled him through the door into the small room.

“Connor, I know you’re horny but we can’t do this now…” my train of thought derailed as Connor undid his pants and his bulge FWOOMPed out of the front pouch. Despite how much he was on display for everyone to see while he was in the pants, they had done a good job of compressing it down considering it grew 2 or 3 sizes bigger outside of them.

“While we’re here, I need new underwear. These poor things can’t hold all my meat. Just look at this, my balls are practically falling out the side and when you whispered in my ear earlier, I felt like my dick was gonna rip straight through them.” Connor pointed out all the flaws with his underwear as I drooled over my husband’s massive package. Connor was packing over 16 inches of cock stuffed down in pants and two baseballs for nuts hanging below it. It was a sight to behold.

“Fuck babe, and you’re still mostly soft.” That line elicited a small bounce from Connor’s dick. The fact he made his underwear look so small while still being at his smallest size turned the massive man on like crazy.

“I know. So can we find some new underwear here?”

“Let’s not. I’ll order special ones online. I doubt any store in this mall carries underwear that would fit you babe.” That comment made Connor’s bulge bounce even more in the tiny apparel.

“You’re just saying that so you can take these off me sooner.” Connor smirked and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. “But I’m not disagreeing. Let’s pay for these and get home so you can get these clothes off me.”

“Actually, I had a fun idea for that. Maybe instead of taking the clothes off, you flex out of them for me?” This time as Connor’s underwear bowed forward, the sound of stretching fabric could be heard as some of the seams strained against the beast.

“Okay now we really gotta stop before I can’t fit in these pants.” Connor kissed me on the forehead and gave my bubble butt a nice squeeze. “Go pay and let’s get home quick.”

“Yes sir.” I returned the kiss and floated out of the dressing room on a cloud of lust. Excited for all the fun we’d get into as Connor kept growing out of his clothes.

#gay #growth #musclegrowth #size difference #getting taller #plot #romance #m/m romance

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rosethornewrites · 3 months ago

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Fic: and sings the tune without the words, ch. 12

Additional Tags: Epistolary, Food, Music, Secrets, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death, Politics, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mentioned Wei Changze

Summary: Letters to and from the Cloud Recesses.

Notes: See end.

Previous fic in the series: “the thing with feathers”

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

AO3 link

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Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen,

We have arrived safely at the Cloud Recesses, but you were correct to be concerned about the journey—someone attempted to sneak aboard the boat in the night. Nie-zongzhu dispatched them silently, and the children are unaware of the event, as they were asleep and the intruder never made it near them. We are fortunate the Nie offered to travel with us.

The visitor had no identifying clothing or marks, and so we cannot come to a conclusion as to whether he was sent by a Wen faction. Truthfully, we all know it to be the case, but accusations cannot be made without proof. Your son will be safe at the Cloud Recesses, and any trip to Caiyi will be heavily chaperoned.

Jiang Wuxian is much subdued, clearly affected by the events at Lotus Cove, but Wangji has been his constant companion. He is doing well in classes, and seems fascinated by talismans, which has fast become his favorite subject. I am taking the opportunity to design extra assignments to keep him busy.

He will be kept safe.

Lan Qiren

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Jiejie and Gege,

We got to the Cloud Recesses just fine, but the adults are all acting really nervous so maybe something happened that I don’t know about. I hope not.

Nie-zongzhu and Lan-xiansheng made us stay in an inner area on the boat, so Lan Zhan and I played music, and Nie Huaisang and I painted, which isn’t easy on a boat, and Nie Mingjue showed us some Nie clan stances and forms, so it wasn’t boring or anything. Nie Huaisang wants to learn an instrument now, and Nie-zongzhu seemed amused by that but amenable, so I guess he might be coming to the Cloud Recesses once he gets beyond beginner stage, or they might send a tutor. I don’t know if he wants to cultivate music or just play it, though, so I bet it depends on that too.

I know I wasn’t supposed to be here now, but the adults are right that I’ll need protection for a while. The Cloud Recesses is remote enough and harder to access, especially in the winter, and it’s already so cold here! Hopefully things calm down soon, but I wish it hadn’t happened at all.

It’s so confusing that there’s this curse in my head that can do something like that. And a little scary. What if it happens again? What if I hurt someone I love? Am I dangerous?

When I talked to Lan Zhan about it, he just said “Jiang Ying is good.” But he seems more worried for me than about me being dangerous. He’s with me all the time and it helps.

Lan-xiansheng has been really nice to me, and I think he knows I’m afraid. We have tea every day, with Lan Zhan too, and it’s nice to talk to him. He made sure I have warm robes and a really nice winter cloak to wear. I really need them, and some of them are even purple! I bet he made arrangements from Lotus Cove. Or maybe it’s also cold in spring, and that’s when I was originally coming. But I have a whole bunch of robes here, so maybe that’ll mean I don’t have to bring clothes to and from here.

He also noticed I’m interested in talismans and has been giving me books and it’s so weird because it’s like I can see all these options and have so many ideas! It’s kind of overwhelming, like all the characters for the talisman just float and move where they work best right in my head. I dreamed about making a talisman to sense resentful energy but it wasn’t a talisman, it was a compass that pointed at it so you could go fight it or avoid it. Wouldn’t that be amazing? I bet traveling merchants would love something like that.

The Nies are still visiting, and I guess Lan Xichen is good friends with Nie Mingjue so they’ve mostly gone off by themselves. He also keeps teasing him about growing a mustache. Did I really ask where his mustache went when I met him? So embarrassing! But Lan Xichen thinks he should try it. Nie Huaisang is against it, claiming it will make his brother resemble Jin-zongzhu, and I’m pretty sure he won with that one.

Nie Huaisang has been visiting with Lan Zhan and me, and he’s trying different instruments but I don’t know what he wants to play. I don’t think he does either. He keeps talking about sending music to us to learn, Qinghe songs, and that would be a lot of fun.

Lan Zhan told him the Lan library has plenty of music, which was a little rude but he’s been annoyed with Nie Huaisang for some reason I don’t understand. He’s a lot of fun, and he likes literature and art and birds. He just doesn’t like cultivating with his sword, but that’s not the only way someone can cultivate—like Jiejie is cultivating music and medicine. I guess the Nie are really big on saber cultivation, though.

I’ve had a few bad dreams, ones that didn’t make any sense, but when I wake up from them Lan Zhan’s here and that helps a lot. He wakes up and shares my bed so I’m not scared anymore, just like Chengcheng does for me at Lotus Cove. I’m glad I share quarters with him.

I really miss you both, and especially Jiejie’s cooking. Lan food is so bland, but at least I have chili sauce again, thanks to A-Cheng. I owe you, Gege. I hope our meimei is doing well and behaving. I know she hated it last time I was gone and I hope it’s not the same this time.

I hope Meng-ayi and Mo-guniang and their sons are safe, too.

Please don’t worry about me. I’m safe here.

Jiang Wuxian

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Lan Qiren,

My wife thanks you for keeping it from A-Xian. The poor boy has been through enough trauma. From his letter to his siblings, he suspects something happened but I’m glad he didn’t see it. Please thank Nie-zongzhu for me as well.

She is utilizing her spy network to try to determine who is responsible for targeting A-Xian, and we’ll include you in discussions and Nie-zongzhu as well if we uncover information since your children were also at risk.

I would much prefer if there were no trips to Caiyi, but I understand occasional excursions, if the strictest security is followed. I know A-Xian can be very strong-willed when he wants something, and it may be better to capitulate rather than risk him going alone.

It makes sense for him to be interested in talismans—his mother was quite adept with them. He may also have inherited his father’s love of history, so perhaps encourage him in that direction as well. We appreciate your diligence in his education.

Thank you for keeping him safe.

Jiang Fengmian

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A-Xian,

I wish there was a way I could send you my soup, but a letter will have to do. A-Die and A-Niang looked upset with Lan-laoshi’s letter, so I’m sure something happened, but the adults handled it and want you not to worry. Just be smart, Xianxian, and don’t leave the Cloud Recesses without adults.

The curse in your head is not your fault, and neither is what happened to Wen-zongzhu. You know about Wen Qing’s testimony about his activity with demonic cultivation—his blood is not on your hands. I know it’s scary, but nothing would have happened if he hadn’t messed with the curse and hurt you. You’re not dangerous, A-Xian, and A-Cheng and A-Lian and I trust you with our lives. I’m glad Lan Wangji is telling you the same thing and helping you get through this.

I’ve heard Gusu is much colder, and I think at first A-Die and A-Niang didn’t want to send you in winter because you spent so much time in the cold before they found you. Lan-laoshi is taking good care of you, and I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure he handled the issue of your wardrobe from Lotus Cove, or asked Lan Xichen to do so. Don’t forget to thank him!

You’ve always been bright, but it sounds like you’ve possibly discovered your cultivation passion, what you’re meant to study, in talismans. I can’t say I understand the feeling of talisman characters floating in my mind, but I understand the passion—ingredients for food sometimes do that for me, as I love cooking. A compass that pointed toward resentful beings would be incredibly useful, and you should consider talking to Lan-laoshi about it.

You really did ask Nie Mingjue where his mustache was, and he looked so nonplussed. I’m afraid I agree with Nie-er-gongzi, that it would not suit him, but it is of course his own choice. A-Cheng said it would look like he had a caterpillar on his face, and I’m afraid I laughed at the mental image.

I think perhaps Lan Wangji is protective of your time playing music together, and he’s viewing Nie Huaisang as a threat to it. Just make sure to specify that you’re interested in music from Qinghe that is for the dizi and guqin, and I’m sure he’ll be less concerned. Lan-er-gongzi is very attached to you and perhaps fears losing your friendship. Simply reassure him.

It’s good that you have someone with you in the night. I’m sorry to hear you’re having nightmares. I know they upset you a lot. You might ask Lan-daifu if there are ways to keep them away. Did you ask Kang-daifu? I can ask for you if not.

Meimei is behaving, and she’s starting to learn numbers and counting. She misses you terribly, but she’s accepted that you’re in Gusu for the season. A-Cheng is glad the chili sauce is helping, and he’ll send more if you need it. I’ll cook all you want when you come home next. Maybe I can send some treats in a qiankun pouch. I’ll ask A-Die.

They are safe, and Meng Yao is training harder than ever. I plan to write Jin Zixuan about the issue. Hopefully he understands the need to protect them from his father.

I will always worry about my Xianxian.

Jiang Yanli

P.S. A-Die said yes, but only certain things. So I hope you enjoy the tang you baba. I can’t send soup, sadly.

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I’m sure the Jiang will eventually figure out how to send soup, if Jiang Ying has anything to say about it!

a-die = dad

a-niang = mom

daifu = doctor

er-gongzi = second young master

furen = madam

gege = older brother

gongzi = young master

jiejie = older sister

laoshi = teacher

meimei = little sister

tang you baba = sugar oil cake

xiansheng = man of respected stature, teacher

zongzhu = sect leader

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #lan qiren #jiang fengmian #wei wuxian #wei ying #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #yu ziyuan #untamed fanfiction #my fanfiction

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auxiliarydetective · 8 months ago

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🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜 - don't panic! Just pick a face and give me my favourite girl Cora 😘

Guess what! Years later and I finally finished those last three fics! Truth be told, the first two of the bunch have been sitting in my drafts for a whilw now (and I'm not very proud of the third) but nonetheless, here they are! Thank you so much for your ask <3

💙 Drunken Kiss/Tipsy

Zoro pushed open one more door, finding himself on a balcony, in the cool night air. All he had wanted to do was get a moment to breath, away from the partying crowd, and now he couldn’t find his way back. This damn castle was a maze. On top of that, the half-empty bottle he had grabbed for himself before leaving was now fully empty, so he had run out of booze. Great, just great. He placed it down next to the doorframe and leaned against the railing. At least the sky was beautiful. Dozens upon dozens of stars smiling down at him from far away, creating unique constellations that he could never remember the names of.

That was when he heard someone call his name. No, not someone. Her – Cora! And she sounded really whiny. Hopefully she was just being dramatic… With a sigh, Zoro turned back around and headed for the door. But before he could go back inside, the door was pushed open.

Sanji stepped out onto the balcony, holding the door open for Cora, whom he was guiding by the waist.

“Zoro!” Cora called out, staggering into the swordsman’s arms as she held a bottle in her hands.

“Oh god,” Zoro grumbled, holding her close to his chest as he threw an accusatory glance at Sanji.

“She wanted to come see you,” Sanji just shrugged.

He joined his two partners on the balcony, ruffling Zoro’s hair before leaning on the railing, looking out towards the sea.

“You can’t jus’ run off,” Cora complained, muffled by Zoro’s shirt. “I missed you!”

“You’re such a lightweight,” Zoro chuckled. “Hey, waiter, how’d she even get this drunk?”

“I made the mistake of leaving her alone with Nami for a bit too long,” Sanji sighed.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.”

With a lovestruck smile, Sanji plucked the bottle out of Cora’s hand.

“Hey, don’t steal that!” Cora immediately whined. “I wan’ed to give that to Zoro! ‘ts’is favorite.”

“I know, I’m just holding it for him,” Sanji soothed her, running his fingers through her hair.

Scooping Cora up from the ground as if she were a toddler, Zoro sat down on the ground; all the while, Cora kept clinging to him like a koala, tears pricking in her eyes.

“You won’t leave me again, right?” she begged.

“I won’t,” Zoro assured her.

“You’ll stay with me. Do you promise you’ll stay with me?”

“I promise.”

“And you won’t let me go?”

“Not unless I absolutely have to.”

“So never?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Awwww! Roro, you’re the best!”

“I know.”

Sanji just giggled as he pulled the cork out of the bottle, watching Cora snuggle up to Zoro like a little kitten. Not even Zoro’s glare could wipe the smile off his face.

“That’s the first time you’ve let that nickname slide,” he teased.

“You think it’s a good idea to scold her right now?” Zoro threw back.

“No, that would be mean,” Cora murmured.

“Yeah, Zoro’s a big meanie, right?” Sanji cooed.

Meanwhile, Zoro tried to grab the bottle, but Sanji kept it out of his reach.

“Yeah, but he’s comfy,” Cora mumbled, sounding like she was about to drift off to sleep. She probably was. “And warm. And cuddly. And nice. And mean. And pretty. Pretty mean boy.”

Sanji broke out into laughter, as much as he tried to keep quiet. Finally, he handed Zoro the bottle.

“Well, mossy,” he sighed, “sounds like you’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Yeah, and so are you, ‘cause I’m not letting you leave. Unless you’re going to grab me another bottle.”

“Greedy bastard. Let’s finish that one first.”

💜 Surprise Kiss/Impulsive Kiss

“Cora!”

Zoro sprinted through the ruins, scanning the battlefield for any signs of life. He never should’ve left her alone. They never should’ve been separated. This was all his fault. A bunch of thread and a rapier were no match for an entire arsenal of weapons. That damned devil fruit user, tricking him like that… And now Cora had gotten into danger, because Zoro hadn’t been able to look through the lie sooner. Because he had been too stupid to think, Cora might be-

“Zoro!”

Immediately, Zoro started running faster. She was alive! She was conscious!

“Over here!”

“Cora!”

Finally, there she was, in the middle of the ruins of a house.

“I’m stuck!”

Her leg was buried beneath the rubble, her skin darkened with all sorts of grime. His heart racing in his chest, Zoro dropped to the floor next to her. Before he could even think, he had pressed his lips onto hers, devouring her in a desperate kiss. Cora squeaked in surprise, but then let herself fall into the kiss, digging her fingers into his tattered shirt. That was until she pushed him away.

“Yuck!” she called out between exhausted giggles, trying to catch her breath.

“What?”

“You’re covered in blood and sweat! Go shower!”

“And you aren’t or what?” Zoro scoffed, but a smile crept onto his face. “Watch out or I’ll throw you into that river near the town gate.”

“Well, get this stuff off of me first!” Cora demanded, gesturing at the rubble weighing down her leg. “Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so needy,” Zoro joked, but he started moving the smaller pieces and bricks aside.

“Cora!” Sanji’s voice cut through the air.

The cook came sprinting with full speed, coming to a stumbling halt next to his two lovers. He scrambled onto the ground and pressed a hasty kiss to Cora’s cheek.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’re gonna get you out of there.”

“Sanji, I’m fine,” Cora chuckled tiredly.

“Are you sure? Your leg got crushed by a huge rock!”

“Well, I can still feel it, so it’s gotta be fine, right?”

Sanji let out an exasperated sigh that faded into a chuckle. “You’re a bad influence, mosshead.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro grumbled. “Come on, you help move her, I’ll lift the rock.”

Sanji nodded and wrapped his arms around Cora’s waist to pull her out. Zoro, meanwhile, got a good grip on the piece of rubble atop Cora’s leg.

“Careful,” Cora whimpered, suddenly dreading all movements.

“I’ll be gentle, alright?” Sanji assured her. “But I also have to be fast. It’ll only hurt for a moment, I promise.”

Cora nodded, a nod that Sanji echoed to Zoro. On the count of three, Zoro lifted the rock and Sanji pulled Cora backwards. She squeaked in pain, but as soon as it had started, it was over again, and Cora was left panting and quietly whimpering. Her leg had turned a sickly blue and green and was swollen to a worrisome size. Swiftly, Sanji wrapped her in his arms and brushed some loose hairs out of her face, whispering sweet nothings to ease her pain.

“Come on,” Zoro groaned, rolling the soreness out of his shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

💗 Slow Kiss/Gentle Kiss

Cora sat at the dinner table, absent-mindedly humming to herself as she worked on her current sewing project, practiced stitches across the steady fabric. At the same time, Sanji was standing at the kitchen isle, chopping the vegetables for his newest recipe. Every once in a while, he would glance over at Cora, just to get another look at her beautiful face, at the gentle smile gracing her lips, at the fluid motions of her hands. He had to be careful not to get too distracted and cut himself, but it was a tough task when she was just so incredibly beautiful.

“Something wrong?” Cora asked softly without lifting her eyes from her work.

“No, everything’s fine,” Sanji said, “Perfect even, because I get to look at the most beautiful girl across the seas.”

“Just don’t look too hard and cut yourself. Otherwise, this beautiful girl is going to be very unhappy.”

“We can’t have that, of course.”

They worked in silence for a few more minutes, until Zoro came in.

“Hey, waiter, when’s dinner ready?”

“You’re almost as bad as Luffy,” Sanji mumbled. “45 minutes.”

Zoro just scoffed, then turned around and got ready to leave again.

“Zoro, wait!” Cora called, reaching a hand out for him.

So, Zoro turned around once again.

“What?” he grumbled, but he followed obediently like a guard dog, walking towards her until she could hook her fingers into his haramaki.

“I finished your shirt,” Cora announced, presenting it to him. “There, good as new.”

Zoro hummed quietly, plucking it from her hands. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know you got this attached to your clothes.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s because you made it for him,” Sanji commented with a smile.

“No, it’s not!” Zoro snapped, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Yes, it is.”

“Is it?” Cora asked, her eyes widened with adoration.

“Okay, maybe it is,” Zoro mumbled.

With a happy little squeal, Cora jumped up from her seat and into Zoro’s arms, letting him lift her from the floor and hold her close.

“Awwww,” Sanji cooed, “the mosshead’s growing soft!”

“Shut up,” Zoro growled as Cora giggled quietly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, prompting Zoro to adjust his hold on her, shifting her body a little higher and making sure she wouldn’t fall. Running her fingers through his hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to his chapped lips.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Zoro mumbled, looking away as his cheeks turned pink.

“Don’t you love me back?”

“Hm.”

Instead of replying, Zoro just kissed Cora back, lingering a bit longer than he usually did, taking his time with his nonverbal response. Butterflies lifted off in Cora’s stomach, goosebumps blooming across her skin. When he finally pulled back, Zoro leaned his forehead against hers.

“How’s that for an answer?”

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likearolloftape · 3 days ago

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would you be willing to share what happened when you saw atta boy? i’m seeing them in chicago and am nervous about staying and talking to them. no worries if you don’t want to share <3

oh gosh. i’m so sorry if my little vague post has made you more nervous!! i thought it would be weird to go radio silent after talking about going to the show so much. so that’s the only reason i said anything at all. you absolutely don’t need to be nervous bc of my experience and hopefully that’ll be clear after i tell you what happened

ppl will probably roll their eyes bc it’s not that bad. i didn't do anything to cross the line with Lewis and he was still so kind. it’s just not the experience that i wanted or that anyone around here has had and that’s been tough for me bc i was really looking forward to having fun with y'all after my show and then i left feeling weird

it makes me nervous that anyone and everyone will be able to read this and judge me, and i fucking hate being a vibe kill, but i hope that hearing what happened will show you that you can easily avoid it!

This is mainly about the Lewis situation btw, I’m leaving out the details of how it went with the rest of the band even though I was just as much there for them as him and they were truly wonderful!!

A couple things right off the bat that will be unique to me and set the tone...

Firstly, I went to the Asheville show. Obviously with everything that’s been going on there, the vibes were a little different and a good many of Lewis's old college buddies were there. I knew that this was going to be the case, so I had it in mind that I wouldn't approach him right away, let him visit with them, and kind of play it by ear.

Secondly, I was also alone at this show. It was my first time doing that. I thought I could swing it. But with the already altered vibes, it was more awkward than I imagined. And I had to drive home, so I couldn’t really drink. I only had two beers very spaced out and I needed more than that to push through the awkwardness, I’ll be honest.

After the show I saw Lewis go straight to his friends, so I let him be and went to get merch. I was at the very back of the line. It took a long time bc everyone was visiting with Freddy and Dashel, as they should, I did too! I wasn’t looking at Lewis while I was in line bc he was behind me and I was trying not to be obvious, but I think other ppl approached him at this time and it probably went great for them!

I can elaborate on what went down with Dashel, Freddy, and Eden (and Aubrey!) if you want me to later. For now I’ll just say, I was a little awkward but otherwise it was good. GREAT with Eden, 10/10. Basically saw Dashel and Freddy at merch. Bought Merch. Talked to Eden. Circled back to Freddy and Dashel for signature/pic (cuz I forgot earlier), then talked in a group with Freddy for a bit.

After that I was like, okay I have 3 out of 4 signatures on the Atta Boy tote. I would really like to get Lewis’s too and just have a little chat, even though he was still surrounded by a lot of ppl. Mainly his friends I think, but some fans as well.

So me and one other girl (that I met and had been hanging out with through the night) kinda stood there trying to decide if we should try and meet him or not. There were 2 other fans waiting in front of us.

At this point the staff started mopping the floors. They were clearly very very annoyed that we were all still standing there. Which I get, but I've worked at an event space/bar before and they always counted on ppl hanging out for at least an hour after something like this, if not more, and it wasn't even an hour after the show yet. So I was surprised. But...

It was bad y’all. One employee was literally mopping right up to Lew’s boots, literally running into them to get him to move multiple times (rather than just asking!) and whistling very loudly and passive aggressively right next to him and his friends. This guy also kept making direct glaring eye contact with me and the others waiting, clearly trying to get us to leave and I was like 😬 big yikes. I should go. But then right as I was about to…

Freddy came over and was like, "You gotta get your signatures! I’ll get him, hold on." Freddy is the GOAT he was really trying to make sure everyone was having a great experience (with him and just in general).

Lewis was trying to wrap up his convo with his friends while also meeting with the other 2 fans (and he took a bit of time with them, which was great for them! but not so great for me lol). The staff kinda backed off with the mops but they just stood there glaring the whole time.

Eventually, he got to us. I could tell he felt pulled in a million different directions and probably awkward about the staff situation as well. I already felt terrible about rushing him with his friends and was regretting going against my gut instinct to leave him be 😖

The girl I was with went first. She got a signature, I took a pic for her, and then she talked to him for a minute or two.

Then he turned to me, he saw me holding the bag for him to sign and started to say "Did you get everyone to sign it?" but then he saw their signatures and I was like “yeah yeah” and he was like “Good okay. You gotta catch all the Pokemon” and turned to put my bag on the bar to sign it. It was all very hectic feeling. He was trying to be upbeat and enthusiastic despite the situation. Which was nice, but it felt weird to me bc I hate that he had to do that and it wasn't just genuinely chill and enjoyable

At this point, I really wish I didn't ask for a pic, but in the moment I was on autopilot, and unfortunately I did ask for one. The other girl took it for me. Then I very quickly wanted to say at least one thing to him, but I knew I couldn't really ask anything or try to chat bc of the pressure to leave. So I figured I’d say something like “I watched your latest short btw and I loved it. You were great. I thought it was funny and unique and heartbreaking. And the fit was immaculate.” Something like that. That’s all I was gonna say. I know it's cringe, but I was under pressure.

But what actually happened is that I said, “I watched your latest short btw.” And he said “Oh, Guzzle Buddies?” and he laughed. And I said “Yeah” And before I could finish my thought, the other girl (that just finished talking to him) immediately cut in again and started talking to him about it. So he turned to her instead 🙃 I know she was just excited and it wasn’t intentional. She was nice to me the whole night. But damn... He sort of glanced at me when she interrupted, but that was it.

This whole time two of his friends were standing there watching everything and openly cringing. Not egregiously, but they also weren’t trying to hide it. Which fair, I guess. It was awkward and rushed and uncomfortable for everyone involved. And I’m sure it was weird af to see their college buddy being all famous and what not. But being watched like that certainly didn’t help. I'm sure Lewis felt weird being in fan mode around them too.

As this other girl was talking about the short film and I couldn’t get a word in, for maybe only a minute max though, I guess his friends got tired of waiting or I'm sure the staff were staring them down too, so they tapped him to get his attention. He turned to them mid convo with us (with her really, fml) to say bye to them. He didn't like, end the convo he just turned around mid sentence. So me and the other girl were like, do we wait to say bye or just leave or what. It was awkward as hell. We hesitated for a moment. Lewis sorta half turned back to us and like waved? or something, I don’t even remember. And that was that.

I do not blame Lewis for how this went AT ALL. He did the best he could in a very awkward situation. He doesn't owe us anything once he gets off that stage. He didn’t have to give me the time of day and he did, despite the circumstances. And I got to get all of their signatures on my tote bag, which is nice bc while Eden did make it sound like they're gonna tour again, you never know if Lewis will be able to make it or not.

I should have either approached him earlier, or stuck to my guns and not approached him at all. The wishy washy shit is what caused this. And that’s on me.

I’m just bummed bc I really didn’t want to have an interaction with him that made him feel like a product for my consumption. Like sign this, take a pic with me (give me what I want) and bye! I was hoping to have at least a moment of humanity in there, you know? Where I could say something of value, or jokey, or even just conversational. Something person to person. To show that I see him and respect him as an actual human being and not this idealized thing. And logistically it just couldn’t happen and I came across as exactly the kind of fan I don't want to be. It didn’t feel respectful to him. And I just really regret pulling him away from his friends like that. I should have recognized the pressure he was under and chosen not to contribute to it.

But the friends thing is entirely unique to my show! So my advice is to just not wait until the very end of the night to try and meet him and I'd say it's guaranteed it won't go anything like this! Find your moment. He seemed to have great interactions with literally everyone else as far as I could tell. The last 2 fans in front of me also felt the tension from the staff, but he still really talked to them! Joked around with them, shook their hands, all of that. So I really don't think you need to worry!

And of course, so many ppl around here had particularly good, stand out moments with him. So it’s just tough to see that now. Even though I’m truly so so happy for everyone.

#this is so long i'm sorry 😣 but it all felt relevant #and i guess it's kind of good to get it off my chest #i think if that one guy hadn't been so weird with the fucking whistling and mopping it would have gone a little differently lol #cuz he could have wrapped up with his friends a little more and then directed his attention to us #rather than it being all over the place kinda #asks

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Hum of Contact, Sound of Collisions

WIP (part 3 of my series black hole) | putting this here to hopefully motivate me to finish this

⚠️Content Warnings: mentions/discussion of self-harm (cutting, not eating, & purposely triggering oneself) + ptsd

“How are you doing?”

The question hangs over his head, words weighing on his chest, suffocating him under the stars as Luke’s leg bounces, elbows resting on his knees while he stares at the scarred skin of his shaking hands.

Bad, Luke wants to say, which is possibly the most honest answer he can give, but that’ll lead to follow-up questions that he can’t answer, so instead, he stays silent and stares at the scars on his hands.

“Luke?”

He waits another second before sighing, finally looking around the warm office, studying the decorations, the walls, the ceiling—everywhere but connecting with his therapist’s eye contact.

“I haven’t been sleeping.” He finally settles on as a response, jaw aching from clenching it too hard.

“Are you having nightmares?” Luke shakes his head.

No, he hasn’t been having nightmares because he isn’t sleeping, sitting on the couch, staring at the wall with every light in the living room on, drinking coffee, and digging his nails into his skin to stay awake, unable to stomach the thought of hearing his partner’s screams again.

“Have you been eating regularly?”

He hums non-committally in response because she already knows the answer; it isn’t hard to see that he hasn’t been taking care of himself, skin pale and stretched across jutting bones, heavy bags hanging under his eyes, and hair unkempt.

“How’s Spencer doing?”

That gets Luke to look up, staring at the therapist—Nicole—with a sigh.

“Fine.”

“His physical therapy is going well?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good,” Nicole nods, writing something down quickly before straightening her back with a deep breath, something she always does before asking him a serious question, and she’s unsure if she’ll get a straight response. “Any instances of self-harm since we last spoke?”

He doesn’t answer. His silence speaks for itself.

“Were there multiple instances, or just one?” He shrugs.

He wants to ask her to define instances of self-harm—if she’s only referring to the cutting, or if she also means not eating or sleeping, or letting his thoughts wander to the dark corners of his mind, bringing himself back to that night, replaying and picking apart every action, wondering what he could’ve done differently—but that takes too much energy.

“Do you remember the trigger?”

Luke shrugs again.

His memory is hazy at best. Spencer would say it’s the lack of sleep, Emily would probably say it’s how he’s drifting through his days, dissociating and disconnected from the rest of the world, and likely, it’s a mix of both, but he can’t be bothered to care.

“Does Emily know?” He nods.

He distantly remembers Emily finding him on the bathroom floor and staring at the wall while she disinfected the cuts, her voice—gentle and overflowing with care, not the one she uses at work—filling the stale silence between them as she worked.

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nathanbatemanfucker · 2 years ago

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Blue Scoops: Chapter 2

summary: our little secret.

pairing: eventual f!reader x javier peña, chucho peña

contents: 18+/nsfw/minors dni, food mention, illusion to drug use, grief

WC: 1.9k

AN: happy blue scoops day! to everyone who has continued to read despite my absence on this app— thank you. it’s been a rough couple months but i do plan on slowly making my way back here bc i miss everyone. we are just a half chapter away from blue and javi meeting for the first time so thanks for you patience. as always thoughts, questions, comments are appreciated! <3

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The air feels noticeably fresh, still humid, but there’s something that starts to feel different as the days pass. You begin to settle in and it finally feels as if you’re starting anew, like the true beginning is here. While you’re not sure why, you decide to accept the shift, it couldn’t do any harm. Maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to let yourself dip your toe into the pool of living, even if it’s temporary.

You set off into town, wanting to get some decor and supplies for the house, food to stock the fridge and pantry. It’ll also give you an opportunity to scope out the local bakeries and cafes, and decide which ones you think you want to apply to if they're hiring. There has to be at least one that’ll be a good fit, but you aren’t in any rush with the sum of money in your bank account and minimal bills to pay. There’s a desperate necessity to get this right– if things go poorly here you aren’t sure what you’ll do with the rest of your life. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you aren’t too sure now, but you’re doing the best you can to find a path.

This little town–as your grandfather had described it– has more to it than you anticipated. You spend the entire day in one thrift store, combing through things sold and forgotten in hopes to find things that call out to you. And when the shop closes, you head to the grocery store picking up the necessities with a plan to go back into town tomorrow.

Same as the day before, in each place you visit, a name continues to show up: Javier Peña. Signs, flyers, banisters all praising him, saying how much of a hero he is for his work with the DEA. It’s vaguely familiar, you’d seen all the Pablo Escobar stuff on the news but it hadn’t piqued your interest, your exposure to the effects of drugs ended with the death of your grandmother and you didn’t plan to go back. When you ask a cashier about it while at another thrift store, she gushes about Javier, eyes glazing over as she clutches the money in her hands close to her heart.

She looks ridiculous and you can assume that he must be incredibly handsome with the doe eyed look on her face.

She says after spewing incredibly too long, “I heard he may be coming home soon since they’ve taken down that other cartel. The Cali or whatever. I hope they throw a parade so we can all meet him.”

While you’re curious to know about the town hero you figure there isn’t much to learn while he’s not here. “Hopefully,” You agree with her, before gathering your new knick knacks and heading home.

You’re just about to start on some lunch when there’s a gentle knock at your door. You set down the loaf of bread, wiping your hands on your apron as you make your way to the door. Upon looking through the peephole you see a short man with tan skin and a grey beard. There’s a rather large hat on his head and a pair of aviators perched on his worn face.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You ask through the screen door, a polite smile on your face.

He doesn’t smile back but his expression isn’t unkind, “I’m Chucho. Chucho Peña. Been coming by here and making sure things stay tame.”

You recognize that name, your mind immediately flashing to the cashier in the grocery store, ranting and raving about that DEA agent, Javier Peña. It doesn’t feel right to ask him anything personal yet, you’ve just met the man, and you squash your curiosity and give into your surprise.

“You’ve been doing this by yourself?” You ask incredulously.

He shrugs, “It’s not too much, just some basic maintenance.”

His nonchalance pulls a laugh from your throat, and you open the screen door, stepping out onto the porch with him.

“I really appreciate that Chucho, I don’t think my grandparents thought about what would happen to this place once they left. I’m (Y/N), some people call me Blue. It’s great to meet you,” You offer your hand and he shakes it with a firm grip.

“Blue,” He repeats softly, a smile spreading across his face for just a moment. “I can keep coming by here if you’d like?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“You didn’t, I offered,” He counters and you’re grinning again.

He’s stubborn, reminds you of your grandfather and for the first time since he passed, it doesn’t hurt to think about him. You don’t shy away from it, or having this man that reminds you of him around. In fact it feels nice— lighter.

“At least let me pay you.”

Chucho shakes his head, hands up in protest, “Oh, no, mija, for free only.”

You narrow your eyes at him as you formulate a rebuttal, “What if I paid you with food?”

“That I think I’d be okay with.”

“Yeah? I thought so. I’ll make some lunch and leave the door open in case you need to come in. If you need anything just holler.”

Chucho has the entire lawn to mow, so you decide to make more than just sandwiches for lunch. You’ve bought ingredients for a caprese pasta salad as well, and you put on a pot of water to boil the noodles, taking your time to finely chop up basil and garlic. Every once and a while as you work, you take a glance out the window, watch as the man diligently pushes the lawn mower with seemingly no problem. By the time he’s entering the house, you’ve plated his sandwich and some of the pasta salad, a tall glass of frosty lemonade to accompany.

The smile that lights up his face and his soft murmur of thanks hits you in the gut, and you reflect on how much you love taking care of others.

In your grief you'd forgotten the warmth that accompanies fulfilling the needs of another. Your grandfather had died and somehow your nurturing spirit had gone with him, a primary recipient of your love and care gone. And in his absence, that role had been shifted to Oliver, all you were able to do it's take and take and take.

There’s another thing to apologize to Ollie for.

Chucho makes himself at home at your kitchen island, propping up on one of the stools you’d snagged at a tiny thrift store yesterday as he takes his first bite. There’s something comfortable about him, and there’s no hesitation when you pull up a stool across from him, joining him in the silence.

But even in the livable silence, your mind has a plethora of questions to ask this man who showed up at your door ready to show you a kindness you don’t deserve.

You keep your eyes trained on a cherry tomato in front of you, rolling it around on your plate, “I know this is a little personal to ask when we’re just meeting but did you know my grandparents?”

He hums thoughtfully, choosing his words carefully before answering, “I knew of your grandmother. Her family, your family, was well known around the community— goes back generations. Your grandmother…well you knew her better than I did.”

There’s something unspoken in his reply and you realize that your grandmother's battles with substance abuse must've started here. You’re not sure how you feel about that, undecided if it makes you angrier that none of you ever had a chance or if the small glimmers of compassion you hold for her grow deeper. She’d been so young, so naive, so vulnerable. Your grandfather loved her anyway. Even with your resentment, you find something beautiful in his willingness to give himself to her despite it all.

It’s strange to not have known anyone but your father and grandparents. You wonder where it’d went wrong, how she’d ended up the way she did.

“She made some not so great decisions. I’m guessing she didn’t live up to my family's reputation?” You dare a glance at him, catching the way he shrugs.

“From what I know everyone just wanted better for her.”

“She was a stubborn thing, I’m sure that just made her rebel more.”

“Despite her actions or struggle, your family name still means a lot in this town,” He reassures but it does anything but.

You’re not here to carry on your family’s legacy, whatever it may be. You’re here to rediscover yourself, to find out if there’s anything in this world that you feel is truly for you. Optics and family duties aren’t what you signed up for, not that you’d know the first thing about what that looks like.

“That’s a lot of pressure,” You murmur mostly to yourself but loud enough for him to hear.

“It can be our little secret,” He smiles again, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Its infectious and you can’t help but smile back at him, “I really appreciate that Chucho.”

He sets down his fork on his now clear plate, finishing the rest of his lemonade as he stands with a stretch, “Well I’ll get going but here’s my card. I run the ranch out on the other edge of town.”

“All by yourself?” You ask again as you pluck the card of his hand, and this time it warrants a chuckle from him.

“It’s not much work but my son should be home soon to help out.”

“Javier, right? I’ve seen his name around on flyers and signs. The town really loves him.”

You notice the way he stiffens when you mention the flyers and praise, and curiosity blooms in you once again. But you’ve heckled this man enough, and have plenty of time to get to know him and potentially his son better. In fact, you find yourself looking forward to it.

“That’s my Javi,” The obvious affection for his son rings clear in his tone, and your heart squeezes in your chest.

“I’ll let you know if I need anything else, but maybe I could make you dinner out of appreciation for all those times you took care of the house?” You offer as you walk him to the door.

“You’ve got my card. Give me a call.”

“I will. Take care, Chucho.”

“You too.”

You busy yourself immediately with the kitchen, feeling an unwanted swell of emotion once Chucho’s gone.

Loneliness. It hits harder than it has in days.

Being alone is what you need right now you’ve come to terms with that. Missing Oliver and the phone calls you have with him don’t elicit this level of emptiness but you let that realization go, not ready to open up that can of worms any further. You’ve been so painfully lonely, and spending time ever with a stranger felt like a breath of fresh air. Some of that has to do with how isolated you are.

It’s only 4 in the afternoon once you finish prepping more food and cleaning up the kitchen but as you slide some tupperware into the fridge you pull out a bottle of wine, not even bothering with a glass. Lingering near the hallway, you shut off the lights, keeping your eyes trained on the box of your grandparents before letting out a sigh and heading towards your bedroom. Taking the first sips you ignore that scratching feeling inside you.

Another time. You’ll handle it all another time.

> chapter 3

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