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thelesbianpoirot · 5 months

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I’m stoked to have found a fellow poirot fan who is a radfem and woc to boot! What do you think about the new poirot movies? I think poirot’s casting was a crime against little eggheaded Belgian men everywhere ! Why did they do that to my boy… I feel like they made him less foreign looking and more English looking too iykwim, like his hair isn’t even black anymore. And they yassified him…

Learning about radical feminism, but yes, Ohhh finding more Poirot fans is amazing. It's a famous series/set of movies but depending where you are in the world, people might have not even heard the name Poirot. Hiya! I DESPISE THE NEW MOVIES. They do not get Poirot's character right at all, there is no charm, no likeability, Poirot isn't strong or fast or superhero, he isn't physical, or intimidating in the usual sense, he's a character that would usually get mocked in other series, he is a chubby old eccentric man with heightened intelligence and determination. He is very self confident and persnickety, but he is polite and kind to all who deserve it and many who don't. He is far from the traditional action hero, but he is compelling. They are trying to make Poirot a traditional male hero, and it is repulsive. My opinions said better. https://www.gawker.com/culture/kenneth-branagh-my-poirot-must-ache They are generic movies with no charm or substance that are just there to pack in celebrities, as much talentless pretty faces as they can. The glass onion/Knives out, Benoit Blanc movies are a better Homage to Poirot than the direct adaptations. Part of the reason many criminals even hire Poirot, or let him at the scene of their crime is that he's so affable and unsuspecting, and then he nails you to the wall in his final reveal speech. Kenneth's Poirot feels like a caricature, no charm, and I am just bored by these movies more than I am offended, they have no style. I think they should have gone more artistic, I think the weirdo director Wes Anderson would make perfect Poirot films. I associate Poirot with an overt sense of style, and order. I usually don't harp on book exactness to a character, but not making poirot short & fat, or dyeing his black hair was a move I didn't like. Poirot would never go grey willingly. And he would never have red/auburn hair. And yes, David Suchet is ethnically ambiguous looking, he doesn't look 100% british, so when british characters treat him with xenophobic derision, you get an extra layer to their bigotry. Google says he's descended from Lithuanian-Jewish people (father) and Russian Jewish (mother) people so he's not anglo-british. Kenneth fits in in a room, Poirot stands out. Yassified? lmao, true, he looked like if they remade Poirot for a modern audience to get hip young fans. Not knowing hip young fans are enjoying poirot as it is.

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donutholehole · 1 year

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A Murder, A Nurse, A Case.[B.Blanc/Reader]

Part 1 of A Murder and A Motive

Summary: World’s greatest Detective and his second pair of eyes take on a difficult murder case of secrecy, disguise and revenge.

Pairing: Benoit Blanc [Knives out]/Reader. He/Him pronouns used.

Warnings: Descriptions of death, blood and wounds, abandonment.

Word Count: 1,946

Note: I am aware Benoit Blanc is canonically married but I am ignoring Hugh Grant in this story (rare for me - Paddington 2 is one of my favourite films because of him). Also! I am very not American so if words are off and it ruins the immersion, very sorry!

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It was a remote farmhouse, far from any major roads and cities. Surrounded by seemingly endless fields and woods, though you could detect a small town nearby from the road signs. Usually, you would never notice a house like this. You would typically drive passed, but with the addition of four police cars, an ambulance, and P.I.‘s on the property, it was hard to ignore. It was a beautiful house still, architecturally stunning.

A chubby, older woman sat on the doorsteps of the house, unable to compose herself though police attempted to calm her. You closed the door to Blanc’s car and took in the stunning scenery and chaotic atmosphere. Another car pulled up swiftly after you, a young woman rushed out of the vehicle as soon as she stopped it and ran to talk to the police and comfort the woman on the steps.

“Blanc, good to see you.” A cop said. Officer West, she was present during a few cases throughout your time with Blanc. “Y/N…nice to see you again.” She said, a smirk on her face. Blanc had stated many times that she was utterly obsessed with you however you chose to ignore him.

“Officer West.” You nodded, and she nodded in return. You walked towards the house door where the two women sat consoling each other. Both women cried now.

“This is Marlene Edwards, James Lee’s primary nurse. She contacted us and told us of his death when she arrived this morning. This is Joanna Lee, the victim's only living relative.” Officer West introduced you to the women, who were obviously beside themselves but staying strong. Marlene Edwards was in her late 60's, she had her dark hair in a neat bun and wore her scrubs just as she usually would. She had dark circles around her eyes, perhaps from crying, perhaps from being an overworked medical worker. Nonetheless, she looked kind.

The other woman, Joanna Lee, was frankly the opposite. She had long ginger hair, which was in a messy ponytail. Her clothes seemed to be the first she picked out, it was only 7:15 A.M. anyway. Pain lined her tearstained face.

“Pleasure to meet the two of you. I’m Detective Benoit Blanc, and this is my assistant Y/N L/N. Perhaps we go inside and talk to you both?” He asked as he shook their hands. They nodded, opening the door and guiding you both through the house.

The house was even more beautiful inside. Each wall was an aged brown with lightly gold details on each corner, and the floor was a dark wood that had a slight creak in some places. It was traditional, simple but not too simple, and obviously an inherited home.

The two women sat in the lounge together, and you sat opposite them with Blanc. The couches were made of dark leather with sage green feather pillows. You enjoyed noticing the small details of the locations of murders, it showed some repeating patterns.

“Now, Marlene, is it? Tell me, when did you arrive here this morning?” Blanc asked her, the victim's daughter held the older woman’s hand tightly to comfort her. You opened your notepad and took a sleek black pen Blanc had gotten you for your birthday from your pocket.

“6:30 A.M, just like every mornin'.” She managed to choke out, Joanna rubbed her back. You scribbled that down in your notebook.

“What time did you find his body, would you say?” He asked, she took a moment to answer.

“Around 6:55 A.M, I don’t remember. I always spruce the place up a bit, make him a coffee and breakfast before he wakes up, then I give him his medicine.” She replied, thinking particularly hard to remember. "I hit a bookshelf when I went to the phone, it's a mess up there."

You wrote carefully and quickly so as to not miss any information. “And what medications was your patient on?” Blanc inquired. You loved the way he was so meticulous about what questions he asked, when to ask them, everything. He was incredibly talented in his work and took great care of the victim's family and friends.

“Lisinopril, a blood pressure medication. Hydrocodone, a pain medication. He’s diabetic, so I test his blood every 2-3 hours and inject insulin when needed.” She told you, she was cooperating perfectly. You wrote down what she had said.

“How many nurses or caretakers have been here in the passed few days?”

“There’s always 2 of us on sight in a day, Sarah, she comes and takes care of his bathing needs and everything like that around 4:30 P.M. Yesterday there was a trainee nurse, his name was, uh, Clark?” That was intriguing. You’d had some background information on the case beforehand and only two caretakers were noted. Marlene Edwards and Sarah-Jane Matthews.

“Tell me more of this Clark," He leaned forward, clearly compelled by this mysterious character.

"He was a young feller, fresh out of school, maybe late 20's? He said he was new and still partly training to care for the elderly. He showed me his work I.D...I didn't even question he could be lyin'. Oh, sweet Jesus." She covered her mouth and realised it was likely to be him, she couldn't help but blame herself for allowing him into his home.

"Don't blame yourself, love. You couldn't have known." You reassured her, sending her a warm smile before returning to your notepad and writing down a possible suspect.

"Thank you, Mrs Edwards. This information could be crucial. I'd like to speak to Miss. Lee alone if that would be okay?" He informed her, she nodded and scurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Lee. I know it is a horrible situation. You’re strong." You prefaced before Blanc could begin. Blanc glared at you and gave you a smile. You took after him in supporting the victim's family members and friends.

“What was your and your father's relationship like?” Blanc asked, she composed herself and thought for a few moments.

“Strong, I’d say. We loved each other and talked every day after I finished work. We’d always have a game of Clue with Marlene and Sarah when I was there, I bet you’re really good at that game.” She laughed slightly, reminiscing on good times with her father.

“He’s terrible.” You mimed at her, and she smiled at that. Talking to people casually was a psychological trick you’d picked up. You used standard English, made jokes when acceptable and spoke to them like you would a friend. They open up and become more comfortable talking.

“Your mother, is sh-” Benoit began before he was cut off my Joanna.

“Margaret Lee. She died when I was 14. Car accident. It took a real toll on Dad. He had Survivor’s Guilt since that day. Always blaming himself. It hurt to watch. He was on Antidepressants for 3 years,” She said. She looked down at her hands for a moment. You sent her an empathetic look, your head bowed down and your eyes closed.

"That must've been very difficult," Blanc said. "Y/N, would you investigate that Trainee Nurse while I talk to Miss Lee?" He asked, you nodded, standing from the couch.

"It was lovely to meet you, Joanna. You're powerful." You shook the woman's hand before she left and gave her kind eyes. You wandered through the house, taking time to indulge in your surroundings. Though the gruesome smell of death lingered through the house, you doubted it was unfamiliar to it. It was aged, and the paint on the walls chipped away from where furniture and frames once were. You saw Officer West and headed towards her.

"Y/N! You alright?" She turned around quickly, two cups of coffee in her hand. "Here, I know it's cold out." She handed you one.

"Thank you. We need to get in contact with whoever is distributing carers here. We have a suspect." You ordered, she gasped slightly. "Clark, no other details other than a young, late 20’s, trainee nurse. He was here yesterday."

"I will get that info for you!"

After 10 minutes of waiting by the door, the tips of your fingers turning blue, Officer West approached you. "There is a Clark, trainee nurse, but he's 45. He was reported in an old folks home yesterday. But get this, when asked, he couldn't find his I.D.!" She told you enthusiastically with a smile. You smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Officer." You stormed inside, finally feeling warmth against your skin again. "Blanc!" You yelled towards the lounge room, which he was already leaving. "Bad news, the Clark that Mrs Edwards described isn't registered. But, the real Clark is a 45-year-old man whose I.D. is absent from his person. It was stolen."

"My, so we're on a hunt for an unknown individual?" He questioned, you took a pause before nodding uncomfortably. "No leads, nothing."

"Well, we haven't snooped around yet. That's my favourite part," You smiled, walking back towards the stairs. "Shall we?" You raised your hand as you stepped onto the first step. Blanc looked down at your hand and laughed, not taking your hand but walking up the stairs with you still.

"We're not snoopin', Y/N. We're looking for evidence," He reminded you, shooting you disapproving, teasing eyes.

"We're kinda snooping," You mumbled before getting to the upper floor. It was a slight mess, with books scattered across the floor from when Marlene ran to the phone. You kicked some out of the way to make a clear path. You knew which room was James Lee's. The metallic stench of recently shed blood and the linger of death surrounded the doorway. You entered the room.

His sheets were still painted with his blood. You couldn't help but uncomfortably cover your mouth at the horrific sight. It was clear the killer wasn't well-skilled. The walls and floor were splattered with blood. It was a horrific sight to witness. "My lord, they really wanted him dead," You heard Blanc mutter under his breath.

"Seems so. Get to looking," You ordered him, you weren't usually as clear and demanding to Blanc, but after seeing this you couldn't help but be angry.

"I thought I gave orders," He huffed before he put a pair of gloves on. You followed after him and began the search for something, anything that gave you enough evidence to have a lead.

You found nothing. There were pictures of his family, vacations, books, empty medicine bottles, clothes. That was typical for any room, you didn't doubt that they were there well before the murder had occurred. You looked at high shelves when you noticed a camera.

It was old. Clearly a valuable item for display only. You picked it carefully from its place. You coughed as dust entered your throat. Checking if it had film, you were met with nothing. You sighed, placing it back on the shelf.

A case. There was a case hidden behind the camera. It was sleek and untouched for many years, covered in dust. As Blanc searched under the bed. You slowly opened it. "Blanc. Look." He raised his head from under the bed.

"What? What've you got?" He asked, hitting his head as he tried to get from under the bed and yelping. Once he'd composed himself and stood, he dusted himself off and looked at the case. "Joanna's baby book? That's all? Did your parents not do that?" He asked. It was a small book, with a photo of a newborn baby on the front with the name Joanna Haf Lee written on the front in gold lettering.

"Blanc, there's two."

Part 2 <-

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iwriteweightgainbullshit · 11 months

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Okay okay, I know I said this before but I fr want to start writing again, but just at a slow tempo. Not hurry anything yk? So anyways. I mostly write weight gain stories but if anyone would like anything else hit me up.

Please send me requests :)

What you can request:

-Marvel (pretty much every character, but I mostly write bucky and Steve)

-stranger things (only male)

-star wars (obi-wan, anakin (or darth vader) and padme)

-brookyln nine nine (all characters)

-the office (all characters)

-panic! At the disco

-twenty one pilots

-knives out (benoit blanc, Marta and Benoit's boyfriend who's name I cant think of for a sec)

-Bo Burnham

If you want anything that's not on the list just ask :)

I am okay with writing about pretty much every kink but some things I'd like to discuss first.

That's all for now :)

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iwriteweightgainbullshit · 1 year

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The taste of us; Part 3

Part 1, part 2

Marta and Benoit go to Benoit's house to pick up some stuff and cook pasta together.

(You can also read it on ao3

Username: Iamachubbychaser

Fic: the taste of us")

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On their drive to Benoit’s place they talk and laugh about everything and nothing. Benoit feels himself falling harder by minute.

Marta puts on ‘Wannabe’ from the Spice Girls and surprising to Marta, Benoit starts to sing along.

“Didn’t take you for a guy who knows the lyrics to the Spice Girls, Blanc” Marta giggles.

“First of all, I am a man who knows a lot of music. Second of all, are we back to calling each other by last name, Miss Cabrera?” My smile growing bigger.

“You are full of surprises, but no I just like your last name.”

“Oh, want to steal it?” I wink at her and realize I maybe shouldn’t make jokes like that yet. Before I can say anything else Marta is already answering the question.

“In the future, yes sir Blanc” She kisses my cheek and my heart feels like it’s exploding.

“Remember when I said you were a bad murderer?” I ask randomly.

“Yes”

“I take it back”

“Why is that?” Marta askes confused

“Because you are going to be the death of me, sweetheart” Marta blushes.

“Even though that was very cute, I don’t want you dying yet” Marta giggles.

“Well, I’m surely not planning on anytime soon.” I laugh.

We drive for a little longer till we arrive at my place.

It’s pretty big for someone who lives alone.

“So, this is where the famous detective Blanc lives then?” Marta chuckles.

“Well, yes, are you surprised?” I ask curiously.

“Hmmm, I didn’t really have any expectations, so I don’t really know.” She giggles.

“Well let’s enter, shall we?” I hold out my arm.

“Well yes sir” She slips her arm around mine and follows my lead.

We quickly get all my stuff and sit down in the living room.

“You want to have lunch here? You could teach me some more cooking!” Marta says enthusiastically.

“Oh yes of course, darling! Great idea!” My smile grows bigger.

“Wanna eat something like pasta or something?”

“Sounds good, let’s get started, love”

We start cooking, just as I was seasoning the meat Marta suddenly turned me around and hugged me.

“You okay sweetheart?” I hug her back and I feel like I’m in heaven.

“Yes, I just love hugging you to be honest, makes me feel safe”

I can’t believe my ears. Such a lovely woman, what did I do to deserve this.

“Well I’m glad and I’m always down for hugs”

They finish cooking and start eating.

“Damn, we make a great team. This is so good, darling!” I say happily.

“Oh god yes, this is so much better than instant noodles” Marta laughs.

-Some time later.

“I should stop eating now, got to watch my figure. It’s so good though” I complain.

“We have been over this Benoit. You are hot and you will still be hot a little chubbier. Actually you might be even hotter with a dad bod” Marta says blushing.

And shit I feel myself getting semi hard, this is embarrassing. I just keep eating to distract myself from the situation down there. Until I’m absolutely stuffed. Damn.

#benoit x marta #benoit blanc #chubby benoit blanc #knives out #marta cabrera #weight gain

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iwriteweightgainbullshit · 1 year

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The taste of us part 2

benoit x marta

Part 1

The morning after the date:

I just woke up with a little headache, I didn’t drink that much... I must be getting old or something.

Anyways I’ll just take a shower and put on my clothes.

I undress and look in the mirror, I look at the small curve of my belly. It really isn’t anything, but it used to be completely flat. It’s not a bad thing and normally I wouldn’t have cared but now with Marta... I care. I don’t eat much when I’m on a case but lately I’ve been taking less cases and been kind of relaxing. I was seriously stressed because of all the work.

I take a quick shower and dress up in the same clothes as yesterday. I feel a bit overdressed since this was my date outfit.

I go downstairs, I’m not sure if I hope Marta does or doesn’t remember yesterday’s conversation.

And there she is, still in her pajamas but nonetheless looking like the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.

“Well good morning pretty girl” Mara blushes.

“Oh god Benoit, I’m so sorry!” She looks at the ground sadly.

“For what darling?” I chuckle and also feel my heart race at the way she said my name.

“For the way I’ve acted yesterday. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with my flirting” she says shyly.

“Oh love, that’s alright. We all say stuff we don’t mean when we are drunk” I giggle.

“Oh, yea, butmaybeIdidmeanit” she whispers.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“Maybe I did mean it..” She plays with her hair while looking at the ground.

“Oh darling, that makes me very happy” I smile.

“So breakfast. I can make sandwiches but that’s about it” She says still blushing.

“Unacceptable! Wait... You can cook right...?” I say shocked.

“I don’t want to throw up so I’ll just be honest here. No benoit I can’t cook except if you count instant noodles.” She giggles.

“Okay, I’m teaching you to cook. We’ll start with breakfast”

“Okay chef” She teases.

“That’s right young lady” I wink and she blushes.

“Okay let’s start easy with scrambled eggs”

They start cooking together, Benoit helps Marta by giving her instructions and lots of praise which makes Marta blush and giggle the whole time.

“So how long do you want to stay?”

“Well I don’t want to inconvenient you...” I say shyly.

“Oh please Benoit, stay for as long as possible, I’m so lonely here and it’s all so much better with you.” She looks at me pleading and how am I supposed to say no to that?

“I’ll stay as long as you have me then, dear Marta” I give her a small hug.

Once done cooking we sit at the table together and eat the scrambled eggs.

“Damn these are good, I could get used to this for sure”

“I know, I’m a great cook. Caused the downfall of my tum tums though.” I halve joke

“Well I like my men with a little meat” she winks and so she likes me? “though, that’s nothing.”

“I guess, it’s just that I’ve been relaxing more which caused the weight gain to start and I really don’t want to go back to working that much so now I’m just scared I’ll keep gaining and get fat”

I say insecure.

“Well, I doubt that would happen plus you would still be hot.” Her eyes widen when she realizes she said it out loud.

“Well, I’ll be damned, that makes a guy like me very happy to hear, sweet thing” I wink.

“So... You’re staying longer right?” There is a light in her eyes as she says that and it warms my heart. “Yes, darling” I smile.

“So we should pick up your stuff” she says happily.

“Sounds like a great idea, I wouldn’t want to walk around in the same clothes for much longer” I laugh.

They do the dishes together and Marta goes to take a shower and put on some clothes as I take a look around the house. Once she is done, we get on the road.

#benoit x marta #benoit blanc #chubby benoit blanc #knives out #let me know what yall think #knives out 2 #detective blanc #marta cabrera #weight gain

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iwriteweightgainbullshit · 1 year

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The taste of us

Benoit Blanc x Marta Carbera

This is just part 1, there will be more chapters.

Words: 1019

Warning: weight gain, chubby benoit blanc, love, drunk, alcohol, let me know if i missed anything.

“This will be the last time I'll see Marta” Benoit Blanc thinks.

It’s the last day of court and they just heard Hugh will be getting 40 years in jail. He should be happy, but he can’t help but feel sad.

“Detective Blanc”

Benoit turns around and there she is, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Miss Cabrera” I say with a big smile.

“Would you like to join me for a walk?”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do”

Marta blushed as they started walking.

“So how are you darling?” I look at the innocent girl walking next to me and God she is beautiful.

“I’m fine detective Blanc how are you?” She looks down which is a bit odd to me.

“Please call me Benoit, I’m quite alright. But are you sure you fine?” I hope I’m not overstepping with this.

“I’ll call you Benoit if you call me Marta” She smiles. “Yes, I’m fine, I just... Well... I’m just gonna say it. I am a bit sad that this is the last time I’ll see you. I feel very connected to you.” She looks away shyly.

I can’t believe my ears. She feels connected to me. My heart does a little jump.

“Well Marta it certainly doesn’t have to be the last time we’ll meet” I say with a big smile.

“Are you telling me to commit a murder to meet you again, Benoit?” Marta laughs.

“Well, that was definitely not what I was hinting at. And not be mean but you don’t make a great murderer so maybe a date would be better Marta.” Oh god I shouldn’t have said that. There goes my one chance. I hide my face in my hand.

“Ehm... You mean... Us? On a date?” Marta looks at the ground.

“You can obviously say no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep, can we just forget about this?” I look at her hopefully.

“No, actually I’d rather not forget.”

Oh no, I’ve ruined it.

“I don’t wanna forget cause yes, I would love to go on a date with you Benoit.” She holds my hand in hers.

“Heavens to Betsy! Really? Well then, I'm quite a lucky guy Marta.” I say shocked and Marta laughs.

We plan to go on a date the next day. Marta gives me a kiss on my cheek before she leaves and my heart skips a beat.

The next day:

We agreed I’d pick her up at 5, so at exactly 5 I’m at her front door. Wearing one of my nicer suits with flowers in my hand.

She opens the door and waw she is beautiful.

“Good evening, ma’am, you look as pretty as a peach” I say looking stunned.

Marta giggles “Thank you sir, you like quite handsome yourself” she winks.

We drive to the restaurant just talking and laughing. I wish everyday could be like this.

The restaurant is pretty nice, it’s cute and small. I figured Marta would like that better then some big fancy restaurant.

We take a seat next to the window where we have a view of the lake next to it.

“So do you already know what you’re gonna order? I don’t know that much about food if I’m honest.”

“Oh I love food, let me help you pick something out!” I say excitedly. Which makes Marta giggle.

“Alright thank you Benoit.”

After Benoit asked Marta a ton of questions about what kinda food she likes, they finally picked something.

They get spaghetti, since Benoit insisted that they got great spaghetti.

The waiter brings their food quite fast.

“It’s quite much, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to finish it all” Marta says with a guilty look.

“Oh, that’s quite alright darling, we can take home what we don’t finish” I reassure her.

“Hmmm that’s so good” I say

“You really like food huh?” Marta chuckles

I can’t help but feel a little insecure. I look down at my belly, which is not much, but a tiny bit more than there used to be.

“Heh, yea I guess” I say a bit self-conscious.

“I think it’s quite cute” Marta says happily.

I blush.

Marta finished half the plate, but I finished it with some effort. But damn I’m stuffed. I certainly hope Marta doesn’t notice.

They decide to go back to Marta’s place.

Once there, Marta gets them something to drink.

They talk for hours, laughing and drinking.

“Oh no” I suddenly say.

“What’s wrong detective?” A tipsy Marta says.

“I forgot I have to drive still, and I had way too much to drink. So, I shall have to take a cab.”

“You can stay here Benoit” Marta puts her hand on mine and gives it a little squeeze.

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you Marta” I hold on to her hand.

“Please stay, it’s so lonely here. Stay for as long as you want Benoit. I mean it.” Marta says seriously.

“I wouldn’t want to leave you here alone, I can stay for tonight. Then we’ll talk about how long I’ll be staying tomorrow when you’re sober young lady”

Marta takes a big sip of her wine. “Okay, sweetheart” she says and my heart stops for a second. If only she knew what she does to me.

“Let me take you to bed” she is clearly drunk, so I think that’s for the best. But then I look at Marta who looks at me with a smug look and I realize how it sounded.

“Okay detective” she winks.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re flirting with me darling” I say with a smile.

“What if I am?” Marta looks really serious all of a sudden.

“I think you need to sleep and sobber up, we can continue talking tomorrow” I carry her upstairs.

“You can take one of the guest rooms if you want” I get a little bummed out by that, but of course I totally understand and it’s probably for the best anyways.

“Okay darling” I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight darling”

“Goodnight, thank you for the best date ever” she smiles cutely.

#benoit x marta #benoit blanc #chubby benoit blanc #detective blanc #marta cabrera #knives out #weight gain #let me know what yall think

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