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hyunverse · 1 year

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quaint town ‧₊˚✩彡 ot8 stray kids as townspeople

ot8 (separately) x reader. about — headcanons on what their roles would be in a small town! contains — headcanons, fluff. wc — 2443 words. note — thought of this while listening to some songs. lmk if you guys want a whole oneshot based on any of this ^__^ disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

BANG CHAN. . . would be the town mayor's son! his father owns the biggest construction and property development company in the town, and he's set to be the next ceo. the bang family practically owns 80% of the town, most of the buildings owned by them. despite being loaded, and residing in the biggest, most beautiful bungalow in the center of the town — chan's the definition of down to earth. you will never catch him lacking. he's cheerful and nice to everyone, greeting the townspeople every time he's strolling in the town square. he's ever-so polite and handsome too; making him the most eligible bachelor in town. everybody's mother wants him as their son in law. his family members were the first ones to greet your family when you moved to town, generously bringing casserole as a welcome gift.

often times, you'd bump into chan as he helps his father work. he'd have a construction gear on, hair sticking against his skin whilst listening to his father's lectures obediently. truly a worthy heir to have. he'd discreetly wave at you when you walk pass, holding in laughters as you pull a stupid face at him. chan genuinely cares for the townspeople as well — frequently listens to complains to pass to his father. the cool playground at the town square was one of chan's brilliant pitches — claimed that a slide and a pathetic excuse of a sand box isn't sufficient for the children's happiness.

chan didn't only pitch the idea of a bigger playground — even helped to build it. since then, you often go to the playground to play on the swings, with the hopes of bumping into him and engaging in a lengthy conversation. what you're unaware of is that he does the exact same thing too, desperate for your attention.

LEE KNOW. . . is your beloved town's dance teacher! he owns the only dance studio in town, medium-sized and beautiful. he doesn't charge ridiculous fees, even offers free ballet classes for kids on saturdays. the fact that he even allows people to walk in and just watch his lessons show that he genuinely loves what he does, and doesn't solely do it for the profit.

people love him because of his gentle personality, despite coming off as cold on the exterior. ensures to reassure his students as he teaches, saying words like, "you're doing great!" "amazing energy, kiddo!" minho sometimes brings his cats; soonie, doongie and dori to his studio and allows the kids to (gently) play with them as reward. during times when he's short-staffed, he'd ask (force) for hyunjin to help teach in his classes. he's also known for being incredibly handsome — to the point where women would fall at his feet, and the men in town envy him for his looks. some people, typically girls your age would enroll in his classes just to gawk at him in awe. he realizes this, thus asks for another instructor to teach those classes instead.

unless there's you, of course. on days when you'd drop by to observe him at work out of boredom, he'd suddenly switch his aura — becoming all welcoming and extra friendly towards you. the kids in his class would tease him about fancying you, which he would shush them over. on days when he's out of work, you'd run into him at the grocery store, a basket in hand. you find yourself staring at these times. him in a simple black tee, hugging his chest, and the veins in his arms showing. a total heartthrob, truly.

SEO CHANGBIN. . . is a gymbro through and through. the town's most fit person! jogs in a tight, fitted shirt and joggers every single morning, a cap atop his head. the grandparents would jokingly whistle as he jogs by — which he loves. would even show off a little by flexing his biceps, earning laughters from the town's crochet club.

if chan is the mothers' favourite guy, changbin would be the grandparents' favourite. he's just so sweet, waving hello to people as he goes on his morning jogs. sometimes, he'd even buy coffee for the grandparents hanging out at the town square. remembers their orders by heart. because of this, they'd request for him to lead the zumba sessions your town has every sunday morning. the request gets him shy, but after the persuasion of the grandparents, and minho offering to choreograph, he gave in. it's endearing to walk by the town square on sunday mornings to see the atmosphere being filled with giggles and typical zumba music, the townspeople all gushing over changbin.

your first conversation with changbin would be one day when he's out for his usual coffee run before his jog session. you left your wallet at home by accident, and he offered to pay for your drink. after you insisted to pay him back somehow, he suggested for you to accompany him during his jog that morning. even promised to opt for brisk walking instead! since then, you grew a liking towards him and would often accompany him. in just a short while, you two became the town's hot topic! the oldies' favourite guy, and the sweetest person in town spending a suspicious amount of time together? it's safe to say that since then, the two of you are invited to the crochet club's sessions a lot.

HWANG HYUNJIN. . . is the mystery craftsman. well, he's not entirely mysterious — he engages in conversations with the townspeople quite a lot, though you could tell that he picks and chooses the information he'll reveal.

he's fun to talk to, quite the dramatic — although the only things people actually know about him would be that 1. he lives in an art studio located in a shop lot building owned by bang construction. 2. his hands are typically stained with paint. 3. he's a very artsy person. 4. he's the go-to man for organizing events. would happily help out with painting or things of sorts.

every time there's an event in your quaint town (which is multiple times a month), the town mayor would ask hyunjin to help out with the decorations. he's the one who'd hand make the banners, draw the posters, paint the fences, the gazebos — anything that requires arsty crafting skills. the murals decorating the town would be from hyunjin's golden hands — your personal favourite being one of two people holding hands while watching fireworks, painted on a wall of an alleyway beside the kim family's cafe. (the two people actually being the two of you.)

aside from helping out at events and painting murals, the townspeople would go to hyunjin to order a custom painting or sketch. everyone loves hyunjin's art, and he appreciates that. he knows a thing or two about book-binding, too — a skill his grandfather had passed down to him. if you go to his studio, you'll find notebooks which were hand binded by him.

on occasions when minho is short-staffed at the dance studio, he's there to help. not voluntarily, usually — he'll be there if minho had succesfully bribed him or threatened to stuff tissues in his mouth. during these occasions, even more people would crowd the studio. who doesn't want to see two heartthrobs dancing?

out of everyone in town, he trusts you the most, considering you're his partner. you're always lounging around in his studio, and you're the only person who knows about the fact that he's always out of town since he participates in art exhibitions a lot. that's where he gets money to upkeep his studio in your quaint town. the two of you are the town's most darling couple — he helps with crafts, and you help with the activities.

HAN JISUNG. . . is a worker at the local comic book store! chirpy and funny, it's a job that suits him the most. the "comic mania store" is always filled with jisung's fun energy. he could engage with his customers for hours, giving endless recommendations.

what's your favourite genre? shonen, shojo — you name it, jisung would have a recommendation for any genre. he has a soft spot for the one piece series and. . . he doesn't tell much people this but. . . fruits basket and sailor moon are quite up there in his list. he's so passionate, it's endearing to witness. there are multiple arcade games in the store, and he's the holder of the high scores on each one. would teach the people visiting the store how to play the games too.

comic books isn't jisung's only passion.

behind the cash register, he could sometimes be seen jotting things down in a notebook. song lyrics. when the store is empty, and it's nearing dawn, jisung would hum to songs he wrote as he closes up the store. you earned the privilege of closely knowing him when you caught him humming alone one time, not shy to compliment him on his voice and ask what song it is. he'd sheepishly admitted that it's an original song. from there, you bonded a friendship with him — which then turned into something more. his notebook pages went from general lyrics about life to specific lyrics about you.

due to his energetic nature, the book store at the outskirts of town sometimes invite him to read storybooks for children when there's a new release. he's talented at keeping the children focused and entranced — faking voices and accents to keep things entertaining.

LEE FELIX. . . the sweet baker who just moved in! freckled and handsome, the people's first impression of him would be that he's absolutely adorable. one week after moving in, it is revealed that he moved to open his own bakery right beside minho's dance studio! strategic location, truly — because now the kids in minho's classes can simply buy some bakery goods from felix's bakery after class.

gives out free testers of his daily specials everyday. after popular demand, felix would occasionally organize baking classes for both adults and kids. for free too — he just wants to make people happy and share his joy with everyone at the town. would wind up having a food fight with the kids, splattering batter and swiping flour on each other.

felix regularly sponsors desserts for the town events, and so the events automatically become crowded because pretty much the entire town loves felix's baking. especially his brownies. he's not the only baker in town — competing with madam choi and lady yun. despite both bakers disliking him, he's nice to them regardless! buys goods from both their bakeries at times to show support. he's such a bundle of sunshine, it's impossible for anyone to dislike him. always all smiles as he fills the air with the sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla.

you totally lucked out the moment felix moved in beside your house, because ever since the first time he gave you brownies as a hello gift, he's been sending food weekly. you're the first one to test his new recipes. felix claims that it's because you have excellent tastebuds when really, he just wants to impress you. . .

KIM SEUNGMIN. . . best barista ever! the kim family's cafe, "coffee pot" was passed down to him. . . for good. the business was frankly dying until his midas touch. he inserted book racks in the cafe, allowing people to both donate and take books from there for free. with the help of hyunjin and chan, he decorated the interior of the cafe, bringing life to the previously dull environment.

he's the epitome of traditionally new — brewing coffee the traditional way but also introducing modern menus. also purchases pastries from felix in order to add on to his menu.

being a barista, he always smells like coffee. you find yourself inching closer towards him everytime you talk to lose yourself in the smell of his cologne and coffee. he never noticed. you as well — oblivious to his advances such as making up discounts and giving away free beverages everytime you step foot into the cafe. he's infatuated with you, so much so that he could recognize you by the pitter-patter of your feet against the tiles, and the way you swing open the oak door to his business. it's hard for seungmin to conceal his smile everytime you enter, having to fake cough each time.

people don't only visit "coffee pot" to purchase his exquisite coffee, rather to watch him at work as well. you don't blame them — the sight of him with tugged up sleeves, glasses at the bridge of his nose and a focused expression could make anybody drool.

a multi-talented workaholic of a man, seungmin also owns an apothecary. if he couldn't be found at the cafe, he's stocking up on medicines at the apothecary. you're sick and stuck at home? he'll arrive within an hour, a bag of pastries and remedies in hand.

YANG JEONGIN. . . the town's typical fashionista! amidst the town's rather old-fashioned way, there's a fashionable vlogger. he contrasts the town's ways, but due to his family being known as one of the earliest residing people in town, and his sweet persona, everybody adores him anyway. sure, there's hushed talks whenever he's at the town square with his vlog camera, yet anytime there's a modern problem. . . it's jeongin to the rescue!

grandma choi's wifi is not working well? he's there fixing the router. grandpa cho can't figure out sms? he'll be the guide. miss wang wants to take revenge on her ex husband? i.n will be there to gossip and to suggest a revenge dress. best person to gossip with. frequently, jeongin, felix and hyunjin could be seen gossiping away at the town square. if you're in need of new pictures to upload on instagram, you can count it on jeongin to help! he'll happily suggest places in town to take pictures at, and will go with you to help take pictures too! sucha darling company to have, truly. . .

although he's modern, he works at a vinyl store. walk pass the windows of the vintage store and you can spot i.n in a pair of overalls, choosing records to play. if you're fortunate enough, you'll catch him dancing and humming along as a record plays on the antic gramophone. it's a soft sight to witness, the starting point of your adoration towards him. so welcoming to you when you enter the store, will chat away about the records he like.

on the night of your first date with him, he had given you the privilege of entering the vinyl store at night. he played paul anka and swayed with you, giggling everytime you mess up. in the end, you had toppled over his figure — the cause of your first kiss with him.

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lordressdragoonbear · 3 months

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Bebe Bungalow - 1br, 1ba ✨

Hello, hello! I'm late as heck but here's my most recent build!

I made this house for my beach bebe girl boss sim, so it's as aesthetically pleasing as possible.

It's a lot of peach, pink and white the most aesthetically pleasing colors in my opinion.

It's mostly base game, just a lot of store content and a few pieces of CC.

This Here Package contains: 1 House for the bossiest of bebes.

It also comes as a package file, just put it in the library folder then you're good to go!

Thanks to all the CC creators whose CC I used, ya’ll are grand and I love your work!

Link: SFS/DRIVE

Video Link: https://youtu.be/QowgrX0wnqo?feature=shared

CC Links:

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2: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims3-sets-objects-garden/title/hawthorne-patio-set/id/1139943/

3: https://aroundthesims3.com/objects/room_downtown_06.shtml

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A lot of stuff comes for this tumblr.

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awesomefringey · 6 months

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Here is a receipt from summer 2021

"I was spending my summer holidays with a few cousins at one of their family bungalows in Ireland. And the outskirts of this county I was in, is known for alot of celebs having their holiday homes.

Two of my cousins are golf enthusiasts and they have a membership in the nearby golf center. Its one of those boujee clubs that has golf but also other amenities. Almost like a leisure club yk. If you are a member, you get free food, drinks, you can use the gym, they even have a spa. Truly heavenly. They give 3 type of memberships: silver, gold and platinum. The names are self explanatory. My brothers had the gold one.

They offered me to join them for my last week there. And i have no interest in golf whatsoever so i just chilled and roamed around while they were golfing. My first two days there went without a hitch. Such a great aura. I enjoyed myself. But the next day, they had closed a section of the golf course where my brothers usually liked to golf. And they were a bit upset about it. They talked to the manager and they were told that a vip member(with platinum membership) was there who specifically asked to close that section for an hour and a half. They then gave my brothers a spot nearby as to not upset them further. I was in the viewers section above just watching my brothers golf, when I glanced towards the closed off area. I was shocked for a sec because I was sure that it was Harry but I was like there is no chance he is here. As the time went on, in the next 10 mins I was sure it was harry. Then this caddie I had become friends with came to the bleacher and I asked him about H and he told me that harry had a booking for for 3 days this week. Has been coming here with some of his friends. I was so star struck but like it also made me so happy and giddy. I observed him for a while and this caddie then told me in all the golf terminology that he was quite a decent golfer.

We returned back the next day, they weren't there. We went there the day after, and harry started golfing when my brothers were almost finishing but that day harry and louis were both on the golf course with 2 other guys who I assume were the same guys louis was chilling with. Louis was looking at Harry golfing. And oh god, it looked so domestic even from afar. At one point louis said something and they all laughed. Harry too laughed with his head thrown back. I watched them for 10-15 mins and I saw harry glance up at Louis like 5 times in that time span. They maybe just hanging out as friends tbh. But just seeing them together made me so happy.

Sorry for such a long receipt, I go too much into details haha. I am submitting this to you and to a few tumblr accs today cause I feel like our fandom needs it right now and its been a while since this happened. Good day!"

Got this in my twitter submissions. Idk how true it is but like thats the case with all the receipts. Hope you're having a good one!

Aww thank you for sharing it with us, Aster. ❤️

Always take these anons with a huge grain of salt, but the image of Harry throwing his head back laughing at Louis made me smile, so I’m not mad.

Edit: Just noticed how they turned from cousins to brothers. 🤦🏼‍♀️

#ask #astfoundstar #larry receipts #2021 larry receipt

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kkongdakz · 9 months

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HAN Y/N is a new uni student who would like to finish her psychology studies without ending up in a burnout. she's an extremely helpful person who never thinks about herself, and who only had eyes for one boy for years : kim gyuvin. although she's been looking after him from afar for two years now after their terrible break-up, y/n still hopes that one day both of them will be able to pick up the pieces of their lost relationship.

SHEN QUANRUI or ricky, is y/n best friends since the beginning of high school. ricky got to know y/n through gyuvin, whom he had known before. it's thanks to him that y/n is so well-informed on the gyuvin' subject, even if he thinks it would be better for y/n to move on. even though they know each other extremely well, ricky preferred to stay by gyuvin's side — which led them to stop seeing each other irl. he began studying sports, particularly soccer.

CHOI YUNJIN or jinni is y/n's best friend since kindergarten. they know each other by heart, and jinni will always be ready to pounce on the first person who dares to harm her precious y/n : kim gyuvin being the first on her list. besides that, y/n think nobody hates gyuvin as much as she does.. but unfortunately for jinni, she has to put up with y/n's incessant ranting about this boy. she's a volleyball player, just like y/n, and a psychology student as well.

YANG JUNGWON is y/n's friend since high school, they met when y/n wanted to join the debating club after a boy in her class confronted her in front of everyone — a debate y/n won with incredible ease. they quickly hit it off and developed a strong friendship, leading jungwon to often spend his evenings at the main character's home. he's a psychology student as well, but would like to go into medicine studies in the near future.

EUN HWI is a new friend of y/n, whom she miraculously met on vacation. they were bungalow neighbors and quickly bonded together — it wasn't until further discussion that they realized they were going to the same university. but hwi decided to join the sports students, by choosing basketball as his major.

PHAM HANNI is a new friend of y/n, she's more like a classmate than a friend at the moment — but y/n remains convinced that they will both be good friends for the foreseeable future. hanni is a bubbly girl who plans to help y/n in her top secret gyuvin story.

LEE HEESEUNG is a final-year student responsible for showing y/n around and taking charge of the smooth running of her first few weeks at school. he's a cool, laid-back guy who's determined to keep his new baby under his arm for the rest of the year.

+ HAN YUJIN (who doesn't need a twitter account) is y/n's little brother. before the whole gyuvin thing, y/n and yujin were very close, but their relationship soured when yujin felt like he was losing his new best friend because of his older siblings. after a while, they became somewhat reconciled, but their relationship remains fragile and shaky — even if y/n would give anything for yujin.

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pudding-parade · 10 months

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Another one! You can kind of tell I'm going for a cottage-y feel for this world. Cabin/cottage/bungalow styles are my faves, in the game and in real life. Also, more crappy build-mode pics! Also also, they're kinda dark because it seems that this save is stuck in perpetual gloom. LOL And I don't feel like poking around in Reshade to try to fix it.

(Also also also sorry for my lack of interaction around here with liking/commenting and stuff. Summer's busy for me, and when I have time to sit in front of the computer at all, I've just been in the game building stuff, not Tumblring. :) Things will settle down soon enough, because summer just doesn't last long here.)

#sims 3 #rebuilding meadow glen

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camaro-and-smokes · 4 months

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Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car

Chapter 1: Who's That Girl

Read on tumblr: CH 1 [CH 2] / ?

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No Warnings. Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harringtonm Other Characters to Be Added, Original characters. Tags: AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, AU - No Supernatural, AU - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Billy Hargrove Lives, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Fluff, 90s, Genderfluid Billy Hargrove, Roommates, Other Tags to Be Added

Summary: 1992 in San Diego, where Steve recently moved because of his new job, he runs into Billy - literally. Billy isn't exactly what he used to be when Steve had last seen him, but it isn't a bad thing. At all. By chance, they end up as roommates and, well…

Notes: New year, new fic... Just pure fluffy fluff fluff! Enjoy 💜

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“Thanks, Mandy,” Billy said and lifted the cardboard cup. “I’ll pay for this tomorrow.”

The waitress on the other side of the counter smiled. “Hey, it’s just one black coffee. Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover for it.”

Billy sighed, grateful for the gesture. “Honestly, thank you. I owe you.”

Mandy laughed. “Just go already. You'll be late again otherwise.”

Billy adjusted the strap of his full bag on his shoulder and walked towards the door. He realized he hadn’t taken out his smokes when he had the chance to do it with two hands, and now he had to do it with just one. “Fucking piece of...where are you?” he cursed as he tried to fish the pack of smokes from the bag while walking out of the coffee shop and onto the sidewalk.

He was so occupied that he almost walked into someone, their shoulders nudging together. The cover was the only thing that kept his coffee in the mug , only partly spilling it on his hand. He muttered an apology as he continued digging. He was all the way at the next junction when he finally caught the pack in his hands and stopped to light a smoke.

This day was one he would be glad when it passed. The Camaro had stalled into a junction in the morning, he'd had to have walked to the workshop to get the tow truck and then he had been so busy with other cars the whole day that he’d had no time to even look at what was wrong with it. And now he was late from his aerobics' class because he had to fucking walk everywhere, and he'd been late far too many times from the classes already. Alice, the owner of the studio, had already warned him she would have to cut him off from the instructor list if he didn't up his game, and fast.

And now he really needed the money. When Rob had broken up with him, he'd decided to stay in the bungalow by the beach they'd rented together. It was the first place that felt like home ever since he'd ran away from Fuckward, Indiana, and back to Cali, and he didn't want to let go of it.

At that bungalow, he'd become to terms with who he was. Happy to have a day job at the garage as a mechanic and the few aerobics classes he instructed at evenings, the neighbourhood kids' basketball team he coached that kept nailing it against the uptown teams, and the kids from foster families he taught how to surf. The musky but feminine perfumes perfectly fitting in the same row with his aftershaves. The pink crop tops in his closet, and the red nail polish and lipsticks on his dressing table.

He was being himself for the first time, and since it was now just him, he would embrace it now more than ever.

He just needed someone to pay the rent with him.

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Steve was reading the 'for rent' -advertisements in the newspaper while he walked towards the coffeehouse at the street corner, a short walk away from his hotel and one he'd taken as his go-to place to get something small to eat. He was so occupied that he didn't notice the person who walked out the door and their shoulders connected shortly, causing him to take his eyes off the newspaper.

“Oh, sorry,” Steve apologised, but the person kept walking without turning around. Their perfume lingered in the air after them, and Steve turned to look over his shoulder after them. He smiled a little, for it was a sight to behold.

Blonde, curly hair in a high bun, held up with a pink scrunchie. Their white crop top showed a well-toned back and waist, finished with blue, high cut jeans that were hugging their figure and barely covering the top of their thighs. The look was finished with white leg warmers and white Reeboks. Steve thought he wouldn't mind looking at that sight a bit closer and kept staring until they vanished behind the building at the next junction.

He walked into the coffee shop and ordered a black coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. With his purchase, he sat down at a table in the back of the shop and kept reading the advertisements. He had to find a place to stay by the end of the week. Sure, he could stay in the hotel, but it would cost way too much he was willing to spend right now. He'd rather pay rent for a place of his own than for a hotel.

He'd moved in San Diego for the job as marketing manager for the national video rental chain that Family Video back in Hawkins had become a part of. The job would start next Monday and it was Wednesday, so he had a few days free to do some hunting for a place. He wasn't looking for buying a house right now, he still wasn't sure if San Diego was the place he'd want to settle in. So, for now he was only looking for rentals, either by himself or with a roommate, either one worked right now.

Unfortunately, none of the ads looked like a proper fit. They either had too high rent for his budget, or then it was a room with a bunch of college kids, which didn't suit him anymore. He wouldn't be able to live in a place full of young adults partying all week, every week. He'd imagined it would've been easier to find a place to stay in San Diego, but it didn't really seem like it.

When he'd drank his coffee, he walked back to the counter. “Hey, would it be possible for me to leave a wanted ad on your notice board?” he asked the waitress.

“Sure! Need a pen and paper to do that with? I can put the note up for you.”

Steve wrote the note and gave it to the waitress. He squinted to read her name on the badge on her apron. “Thank you... Mandy. I'm staying in the Holiday Inn just around the corner. Thus the mention to ask for a name in the note.”

She looked at the note and smiled. “No problem. You're not the first.”

Steve hoped that someone would respond sooner rather than later.

He stopped by the café on Thursday and on Friday, mostly because he wanted to ask Mandy if anyone had asked about his ad since no one had called him. And, okay, partly because he was hoping to run into the blonde again. But no one had asked about his note so far and the blonde wasn't anywhere to be seen, so he'd gone about his days getting to know his new home town.

It was Saturday when he was yet again reading the 'room for lent' -ads in the newspaper as he walked towards the café. He had almost given up any hope of finding any place by Monday and was looking at the ads just with a vague hope.

He was engulfed enough that he didn't look in front of him and walked straight into someone. He hit his face into the newspaper, and then he felt hot liquid covering the front of his shirt.

“Fuck!” a baritone voice groaned.

Steve tossed the now wet newspaper on the pavement and looked at his shirt, annoyed. Then he looked at the door of the café, pondering if he should go in and ask for a towel to dry the coffee off his shirt. He turned to look at the person squatting on the sidewalk, trying to gather the things that had fallen out of their bag on the ground when they walked into each other.

To Steve's surprise, it was the blonde.

They got up and started damping Steve's shirt with a napkin they'd found from among their things on the sidewalk. “I'm so, so sorry! Shit! I didn't look up and...”

Steve's mouth fell open in surprise. “Hargrove?”

Billy looked up for the first time, and his eyes widened as he recognized Steve. “Harrington? Fuck, this is embarrassing.”

Steve let out a laugh. “Uh, yeah. Not exactly how I thought we'd bump into each other.”

The cafe door opened and Mandy walked out. “I saw what happened. Here, try this,” she said and handed Steve a towel. “I hope the coffee wasn't too hot anymore.”

“Thanks, I'll survive,” Steve replied, smiling. He patted his shirt with the towel and turned to look at Billy, who was still collecting his belongings from the sidewalk. “So, how've you been? I mean, you seem to be...”

“I'm doing good,” Billy mumbled, still squatting on the ground and checking his bag.

Steve saw something rolling on the sidewalk and he took a few steps to pick it up. It was a pink lipstick. He showed it to Billy. “This...yours?”

Billy smiled a tense smile, taking the small container and opened it. The pink tube of wax fell out from the tube and back to the pavement, breaking into even smaller pieces. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Uh, hey, can I buy you a fresh coffee or...?” Steve asked.

Billy shook his head, pulling the zipper of his bag closed and getting up. “Sorry, I gotta go. I'm already late, again.”

“You have a car close by?”

“No, in fact, my trusty steed died the other day and I have to walk to the studio,” Billy said as he shouldered his bag and started walking. “But see you around Harrington!”

Billy had already taken several steps when Steve shouted after him, “Hey, Hargrove! I have a car, on the other side of the street. Let me drive you! It's the least I can do for breaking your...lipstick.”

Billy stopped and turned around, chewing his cheek. “You wouldn't mind?”

Steve smiled and shrugged. “No, of course not! Come on,” Steve said and pointed to a dark red BMW on the other side of the street. “It's that one.”

Billy snorted. “Should've guessed.”

When they got into the car, Steve started it. “So, where to?”

“Turn around, turn right, then left from the next lights. The studio is then just before the next lights,” Billy said.

“So, right around the corner, then.”

Billy shook his head. “Yeah. It's not far, but you know, without a car...”

Steve nodded and turned the car around.

After a while of awkward silence Billy spoke. “So, what are you doing in San Diego?”

Steve smiled again. “Came here for work. Marketing for the video rental chain that bought Family Video.”

“Wow,” Billy said, nodding. “Good for you.”

“Yeah. Far enough from having to work for my dad.”

“Right.”

They remained silent for the rest of the short drive, one that was even more awkward than the one before.

Billy hadn't imagined to run into Steve again, not at least like this. And he hadn't definitely imagined to run into him in the outfit he was wearing. Seen his lipstick of all things. Steve was the first of the people from his past who'd learned about all that, even if only superficially. Surprisingly, it didn't really feel as bad as he'd imagined.

Steve looked at the neon sign above the doors of the aerobics' studio when he parked the car. “Alright, here we are.”

Billy got out and was about to close the door when Steve spoke again, leaning to look at Billy. “Hey, I just, honestly...It was great to see you. You're clearly doing great. I'm happy about that.”

Billy smiled. “Yeah. I'm better. Actually.”

Steve smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I can tell. Just wondered about it sometimes.”

Billy closed the door and leaned to look at Steve through the open window. “You did?” he asked, curious.

“I did. Actually.”

Billy smiled a small smile. “Well, I hope you like San Diego.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Steve replied, smiling even wider.

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Lost & Found - Chapter Four.

Thanks so much for your continued engagement, my lovely, lovely people of the tumblr! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Words - 3,114

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters.

They peeled off in a different direction from the four bikes that had led the way through the scrapyard again, the journey through the desolate streets taking only ten minutes. The sun was just beginning to rise when they entered a long road lined with modest bungalow properties, broken down cars and debris littering the driveways of many. The small driveway they pulled into was free of such, but the lawn hugely overgrown, a large tree providing a shaded canopy over the front of the house.

He noticed her taking in the unkempt grass, feeling a smidgen of shame at the state of it. “Um, don’t judge me too much on my lack of yard work,” he began, tucking his chin a little as he cleared his throat. “Don’t get much time for it.” She was just about to tell him that it was fine, when an opening window and a shout through it from the adjoining property halted her reply.

“Hey yo! Loud assed, Harley riding fuckboy!”

Guero rolled his eyes. “’Sup, Tyrone?”

The thin curtains were haphazardly swatted away, a large man sticking his head up into view from the front room. “Yo’ bitch ass disturbing my sleep is what’s up, homie!”

He began to chuckle quietly, sighing hard. “Tyrone, you stay awake jerking off to Porn Hub and playing video games until 6am. Ain’t nobody disturbing your sleep.”

He lifted his chin in defiance, resting the curtains behind his large, bald head. “I couldda bin’ sleeping.” He paused, eyes flitting to Emma. “Morning, boo. What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ with him?”

She folded her arms, dropping her head as she shuffled her foot over a loose stone on the driveway, Guero fishing for his house keys. “None of your business, bro. Get back to C.O.D.”

“Blow me!”

“Not without dinner and a movie,” he muttered.

“You get pizza and a Prime rental, bougie assed motherfucker!”

He snorted laughing, opening up his front door, suddenly pausing. “Um, you alright with big dogs? ‘Cuz I got a pitbull in there. He’s friendly as hell, but huge.”

Emma could hear the clattering of claws and whimpering become audible, a long, high-pitched whine following. “Yeah, all good.” Opening the door, he received the gigantic, brown and white dog leaping into his arms, his tail wagging in frenzy, Guero lifting his chin and scrunching his face as he had doggie kisses rained upon him.

“How’s my boy, huh? How you doing?” he spoke warmly, eventually putting him down, the dog wiggling his way to Emma, giving her a good sniff. Her hands reached for his huge head, stroking the soft crinkles, his green eyes looking up at her with all the purity dogs reserved for humans who gave them the simple joy of scratches. “His name’s Axl, by the way. Used to belong to my dad.”

“Used to?” she inquired.

His eyes saddened, his smile thinning as placing his keys down on the coffee table. “Yeah, he died about a year and a half ago, so I inherited him.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she offered, Guero drawing his shoulders up slightly.

“Thanks.” He paused, gesturing around. “Sorry it ain’t much. Let me go change my bed linen for you, I’ll take the couch. I’m guessing you might wanna shower, right? Bathroom is through there, there’s a clean towel in the cupboard.”

She set her backpack down, immediately feel uneasy with him going to the effort, just for her. “You don’t have to go to any trouble.”

He crinkled his nose, shrugging his kutte off. “Yeah, I do. Had a girl in there last night. I’m not letting a guest sleep in my funky sex sheets. I might not be domesticated much, but I got basic manners.”

A little tide of panic rose in her. “Oh, I, I didn’t realise you h-had a girlfriend. I can go somewhere, go stay someplace else if it-it's going to upset her?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “I said a girl, not girlfriend. Haven’t got one of those.”

That information relieved her, sent a tiny spark flaring in her belly, looking at her feet as they shared a few moments of awkward silence, Guero clearing his throat. “Alright, I’ll go sort that linen.”

“Okay. I’ll um, be in the bathroom. Oh, I h-hate to ask but c-can I borrow some clothes?”

“Sure,” he nodded, “I’ll go find some sweats and a t shirt.” He turned, walking around the couch to the door directly behind, opening his bedroom and quickly grabbing the clean grey sweats and a white t shirt. They’d both bury her, but it was the best he could do. He was just thankful he actually had clean clothes for once, although a big enough pile that needed washing had mounted up in the corner of the room.

He’d meant what he’d said about not being domesticated, even though his rental home did come with a washer dryer within the tiny utility room off the kitchen. His clothes only ever found their way into there when he’d all but run out of clean items.

He passed them to her through the bathroom door, leaving her in peace, Emma taking a look around. It was decorated nicely, white tiles halfway up the walls and dark ecru painted up to the ceiling, which was also white. It really needed a good clean, though, but she wasn’t about to judge Guero for his lack of housekeeping, simply glad she had a home to be in.

Drawing the curtain around the bathtub, she switched the shower on, the jet spluttering into life, Emma beginning to strip her dirty, foul-smelling clothes off. God, those were some tolerant guys, not complaining once about how bad she’d stunk while having to share confined space with her in the van.

Turning to view herself in the mirror, she let out a soft gasp. Was that really her? Turning sideways on, she examined her reflection closer, her appearance a shock. She’d always been slight, but the sight of her ribs jutting out beneath her skin made her feel a little queasy. She estimated a loss of around fifteen pounds, maybe more on her two-protein-bar-a-day diet.

With her emotions a little stirred, she stepped into the bathtub, the feel of hot water hitting her skin the most sublime sensation after almost a month of being unable to wash. Oh, it was bliss. After shampooing her hair three times, she carefully finger combed all of the knots out, taking the bottle of shower gel and lathering herself down, enjoying the familiar smell. Safe person scent.

Standing there beneath the water, she felt further cleansed as the minutes ticked by, clean skin and hair restored, but the water sadly couldn’t do anything for the way she felt upon the inside. Choking a sob, she attempted to hold it in, her chest quivering as she began to cry. All the anxiety, the fear, the trauma of her ordeal, the years of fight, flight or freeze, it began to pour out of her in waves now that she was almost two and a half thousand miles away from it.

Her body was wracked with the force of her sobs, falling to her knees, hugging her arms around her head, the water pelting against her protruding spine as she gasped and choked on her relief. Her past wouldn’t leave her quite as easily as her tears, it would cling to her bones like a residual resin, but for that moment the emotional release was sufficient.

Pushing up to her feet, she turned the lever to cold, the sudden shock acting as a calming agent upon her, standing for as long as she could manage, turning the faucet off and wringing her hair out. After drying off and rubbing her hair to damp, she hung the towel on the rail before rinsing out her mouth with a cup of mouthwash, exiting the bathroom to find Guero on the couch, Axl snoring on the armchair in the corner.

He noted that looked a little less haunted as she sat down, curling her knees up to her chest. “Better?”

“Much, thank you,” she replied, reaching into her backpack for the bottle of cherry Coke. “How long have you lived here for, then?” Her question was coupled with a small nod towards a pile of boxes across the living room, figuring him to have fairly recently moved in. “I take it from the boxes, not too long?”

He took a moment, the difference in her palpable. Although she still sat curled into herself, there was one notable change, his smile beginning to dimple his cheeks. It made him look even more attractive, but also caused Emma to feel a little self-conscious suddenly. “What?”

“Nothing,” he sniffed casually, “nothing bad. It’s just that you’ve stopped stammering when you talk. It’s good to see you chill. And I moved in here eleven months ago, back when I transferred from Tuscon.”

“So that’s where you’re originally from?”

More words, still no stammers. It was a stark contrast to the quiet girl who had been so frightened still back at the clubhouse, still so blanketed in her trauma. He wagered that if it wasn’t just he and his dog she was in the company of, though, she likely still would be. “Nope, just outside of it. I grew up in a small town called Marana.”

He only got a few minutes into telling her about his hometown when he looked up and realised she’d fallen asleep. To be expected, after the time she’d had of late. He debated moving her to the bedroom, but didn’t want to potentially scare her, so instead went into his bedroom and took a spare blanket, covering her with it. His couch was comfy as hell, she’d be fine. After a quick shower, he happily flopped down into a fresh bed, not waking until 11am the following morning.

Checking on his guest, he found her still sleeping, Axl heaving his bulk from the armchair and following him into the kitchen, waiting on his breakfast. A package of raw food was taken from the fridge and emptied into his bowl, a raw egg cracked atop it.

His dad had insisted on only the best for his beloved canine friend, something Guero followed to the letter after collecting the dog from the clutches of his bitch of a stepmother, who was all for sending him to the pound. He and Ramona did not have the best of relationships; in fact, it would be fair to say he couldn’t stand the woman. Ibarra had deserved way better, if you’d asked him. About the only things she had going for her was a pretty face and nice tits.

He made himself some toast and coffee, eating in the kitchen while browsing his phone, checking on Emma every so often. He felt in somewhat of a quandary about leaving, not wanting to wake her since she was so exhausted, but uneasy about leaving her alone. Club duties were always null and void the day following a San Diego run, just a couple of guys in on rotation to oversee the legitimate side of life at the yard. Today was not his day in, but he had planned on hitting the gym at some point. Or he could just work out from home. He had a jump rope and kettle bells for a reason.

While he heaved the large weights outside so he could partake of his fitness under the bright sun, Emma stirred, coming into consciousness slowly, her eyes suddenly widening. Where was she? Tension roared up her spine as she sat up with a start, her eyes wide, still feeling half asleep. Each vertebra then began to slacken as the previous early morning came back to her, breathing a sigh of relief.

It felt strange not to wake up in total darkness, the three weeks within the container not just damaging to her psyche, but also hampering her circadian rhythms. It was light outside, but she felt as if she should still be sleeping, her tired body heavy, the weight of everything that had led to her ending up on that couch pulling upon her bones.

She felt out of tempo, there in a brand-new place, free of her normal routines, her daily grind that had not faltered in so many years. What could she do now? Should she thank Guero for his hospitality and move on, should she stay longer? What did he expect, going forward? Speaking of her host, where was he?

Sitting up a little more, she looked around, her attention suddenly caught by the sight from the kitchen window, of which she could just about see from her spot on the couch through the living room door. She glimpsed at a rope swinging, feeling settled to know he was still close by, wondering if she should go out to him. If she did, would he likely tell her to leave? What if he did, where would she go?

She’d planned on a cheap motel someplace before figuring out what the hell to do next, sitting there on the couch not knowing truly how to take the first step into this new existence she’d finally managed to secure. With her head buzzing in anxiousness, she settled back down, hugging the blanket around herself. It smelled like him.

Falling asleep, the next time she woke up it was dark, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Guero over in the armchair, watching the TV on mute, subtitles flickering across the bottom of the screen.

“Hey sleepy, ’sup?” His smile was warm, comforting. “Didn’t wanna wake you up, you’ve been out all day.”

“What time is it?” she muffled, yawning against her arm.

“Just gone eleven.”

Her eyes widened at that revelation. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve probably been in your way all day. Unless you went out? I woke up earlier and you were in the backyard, though. I haven’t ruined any plans you had, have I?”

Laughing softly, he shook his head at her flustered words. “Nah, day off. You haven’t gotten in my way either. How’d you feel?”

“Better,” she admitted, stretching her arms above her head. “But like I really, really need to brush my teeth.”

He nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “There’s a spare toothbrush in a packet under the sink. Help yourself. You hungry?”

“Thanks, and yeah, a little bit.”

“Toast? That’s about all I got in, and even if I did have better stuff, I wouldn’t trust my cooking. I burn water. I’d probably give you food poisoning just from trying to make pasta.”

She snorted softly, stifling another yawn. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It is with me. Trust my level of disaster in the kitchen, because it’s off the damned scale!” Getting up, he headed for the kitchen, Emma going to make use of the bathroom, taking a shower while she was there, too.

“Clean clothes, and toast is done.” He called through the small gap in the door he’d stuck his arm through, putting down another pair of sweats and a vest for her. She called her thanks, getting out and dressing, placing the clothes she’d had on in the very overstuffed laundry hamper in the corner.

“So, when do you want me out of here?” she asked tentatively as she sat down, picking up the plate of perfectly golden toast. He was perhaps less of a disaster than he made out, she thought, biting into the first slice.

“There’s no expiration date on it. Until you find your feet, I don’t mind. Kinda like having company, and I think my dog likes you, too. Not just ‘cuz you have toast either.” Nodding down at Axl, Emma followed his line of vision, the dog looking hopeful for a small mouthful of what she was eating.

He would have added that having a girl so damned pretty in his home was never unwelcome, but he knew she really didn’t need his unsubtle flirting at that moment. This was not an occasion where he’d let his mouth run away with itself. She seemed to settle to the idea that her time there wasn’t limited, both making small talk as she ate, Guero excusing himself to let Axl out when he began to whine.

When he arrived back, he found her asleep again. It didn’t surprise him. God knows how much proper rest a person got in a shipping container. He pulled the blanket up over her, this thumb skimming her slender shoulder softly, going back to watching TV with the subtitles on.

While sitting there quietly chastising the choices various serial killers had made in body and evidence disposal, such mistakes inevitably leading to them getting caught (‘should have buried the body deeper!’ ‘Use bleach to clean blood stains!’ ‘Fucking dumbass was asking to get caught!’) he continued to look over at his sleeping guest every so often.

She was a complete enigma to him, but he felt so compelled to try and help her. Maybe he was a sucker for the whole damsel in distress thing, maybe it was because he felt a swell of pride at being the person who she seemed to be most comfortable with, perhaps a little of both.

“Just don’t freak the poor chick out by trying to get on top of her.” He muttered to himself, laughing at his own idiocy for even letting it cross his mind. As if she needed that right now. A further half hour and he decided to call it a night, stripping off and crawling into bed. While he slept soundly, the same couldn’t be said for Emma.

A hand grasped her throat, her windpipe bending with the indentation from a large thumb, a fist meeting her skull.

“This is not good enough, you hear me? I said do you fucking hear me?”

The voice was so booming and loud in her brain, it catapulted her from slumber, sitting up with a start, gasping. She then jumped again at the small woof from beside her, turning to see Axl lying on the floor next to the couch, the dog on high alert.

“Sorry for waking you, handsome boy,” she cooed, her hand finding his head. He rose to his feet, jumping up on the couch to curl against her, licking her cheek before he got comfortable. “Aww, look at you. My protector.” Feeling herself calm, she wrapped an arm around her furry new friend, her hand idly stroking at a swirl on his chest before it stilled, sleep pulling her in once more.

Thankfully, it was dreamless.

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