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[astonmartinii]

a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

logansargent

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

logansargent

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

williamsf1

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

[stxrshxpxd]

“that’s my girl!” part 4

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pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1k

prompt: it seems house can’t go very long without getting his hands on the reader and she is starting to wonder what’s going on between them

“This looks like a mild case of mono to me,” I said with a warm smile to ease the worry of my patient. I dropped my hands from the swollen lymph nodes in his neck and pulled my rubber gloves off as I wheeled my chair away from him. I went to speak again but was interrupted by the door swinging open. I turned around quickly to find House leaning against the door frame.

“I need you,” he said.

“I’m busy.”

I turned back around to face my patient, but House refused to leave of course.

“Sore throat? Pulled muscle? Scraped knee?” he asked belittling.

“House.”

“I need you,” he echoed.

“You said.”

“Emergency consult.”

I took a deep breath which I sighed out, and decided to quickly finish up with my patient. I knew there was no consult but I also knew he wouldn’t ever back down.

“The symptoms should be going away on their own in a few weeks. Just make sure to get as much rest as you can and drink lots of water. But if you’re not getting better by the end of next week, don’t hesitate to call. Thank you for coming in. Now, excuse me, I have to assist Dr House here.”

At last House got what he wanted when I followed him out into the hall and walked with him.

“Are you asking patients to call you now? That’s a bit desperate. I didn’t think he would be your type.”

“You’re exhausting,” I breathed.

“See, I thought your type was a bit more intelligent and charming. Maybe with a limp-”

“You obviously don’t need me for a consult,” I cut him off, trying to get to the bottom of what he wanted from me, while I still walked with him down the hall.

“Now if I so obviously don’t need you for a consult, why did you follow me?”

“I would much rather just aimlessly walk with you than do my interesting, fulfilling job,” I said sarcastically.

“It’s funny how you’re using that silly tone while telling the truth,” House said and steered us to my right. I rolled my eyes excessively but couldn’t think of what to say. House smirked at me.

“My patient,” House began again and opened the door to the next exam room, back first. “25 year old female, bratty, hot for her boss and in denial. What would you say that is? Daddy issues?”

“I have actual patients waiting in the clinic,” I informed him and went to turn around but House caught my waist with his large hand and kept me from moving.

“I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want my hands on you,” he muttered with a gleam in his eye and head tilted as he stared me down. My heart was beating hard and I flexed my jaw, staring back up at him. He took my lack of a response as a yes and pulled my waist towards him and into the room.

Next thing I knew I was backed against the closed door with House’s tongue exploring my mouth and his hands under my shirt. He cupped my breasts in his palms and I exhaled a soft moan, which was cut short by the three hard knocks near the back of my head. House breathed out a frustrated sigh and kept his forehead against mine and our lips just barely touching.

“Unless L/N’s got a runny nose, this is not a medical exam. Quit hogging the exam room and do your job, House,” Cuddy’s strong voice broke through the door and I chuckled at her putting all the blame on House. But he didn’t smile. He kissed me again. It was softer this time and it felt odd, me having been pulled out of that lustful surge by Cuddy’s knocking. When House pulled away again I blinked back at him a few times, trying to determine what was going on between us. That vulnerability I had felt radiating off of him the other day after sex was back.

“What is this?” I asked finally.

“Oh, here we go,” House responded with mock annoyance at my need for emotional clarity and rolled his eyes, building his walls up again. I laughed breathily.

“Falling in love isn't a weakness, you know,” I said to his back which had turned to face me now.

“Falling sounds like a weakness to me,” he joked back and I noticed he wasn’t denying the love part. But he was deflecting. I squinted my eyes at him as he turned back around.

“Fine. Write me a poem about rising into love and we’ll take it from there.”

I left House like how he had left me so many times before. With a witty end to our conversation, patting his chest and turning my heel without looking back. I thought I would feel on top of the world but I had to take a moment when I stepped out of the exam room and I listened closely to the silence from inside. I felt oddly guilty for my snarking at him, but I forced myself to walk on.

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Hey You - Pt.1

Clay x Fem!Reader

My first Trolls fic, hope I did alright. I’ll try to post part 2 as soon as I can.

The sun was setting as Rhonda hurried down a dusty path surrounded by hills. Inside sat Bruce at the drivers seat with Tiny on his stomach holding his mini steering wheel. Y/n stood to their left while Branch stood to the right with his arms crossed as Velvet and Veneers popular song, Watch Me Work, played over the radio.

“Oh my kids love these guys, we’re a total Veneer household.” Bruce happily explained.

“They’re the one’s who have Floyd!” John Dory pointed out from further behind them.

“Ah it’s gonna be hard to seperate the art from the artist.” John Dory rolled his eyes and walked off while Branch and Y/n gave Bruce looks of disbelief. As the song finished, a voice came over the radio.

“That’s Velvet and Veneer’s spicy hot new single, Watch Me Work. Catch them tomorrow night at the Rage Dome where they’ll be receiving the Lifer Award (L-Lifer Award!)” Bruce, Y/n and Branch looked at each other with worry before Bruce turned off the radio.

“Guys, will Floyd even make it through that show?” Branch walked down to where John Dory and Poppy were stood by his clue board.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make it. We’ve been looking for clues to find Clay.” Poppy placed a BroZone poster of Clay in his funderdraws up on the clue board.

“Oh I’m sorry, the clue board, you mean my clue board?” A quick moment of silence passed as Poppy and John Dory ignored Branch. “That I made?” Poppy and John Dory continued looking at the board, still not giving Branch any response. “We like the clue board now?”

At the mention of finding Clay, Y/n quickly turned around and headed down to the other three trolls while trying to hide her rising panic.

“Do we really need to find Clay?” Poppy, Branch and John Dory turned to face her, confused as to why she wouldn’t want to find him. “I mean, we’ve already got you three.” Y/n gestured to the present BroZone members. “And it would give us way more time to save Floyd if we just headed to Mount Rageous now.”

“Uh Y/n, are you ok?” Poppy stepped forward, concerned for her close friend.

“Wha, me? I’m fine. I’m not panicked, you’re panicked. Like why would I be so nervous to see Clay again after all these years. It’s not like there was anything terrible that happened between us after the band broke up, what makes you think that?” Poppy stepped back to talk to Branch.

“What’s going on with her?” Branch sighed and crossed his arms again, still looking over at their nervous friend.

“Before the band broke up Y/n and Clay kind of had a thing going on.”

“Oh I knew it! There were rumours those two were together!” Branch reached out his hands, signalling for Poppy to calm down.

“But the night everyone left, Clay decided to break up with Y/n on the spot and, as you know, leave forever.”

“Oh” Poppy lowered her hands as her energy dropped after hearing the sad story. “That’s horrible.”

“Exactly.” Branch confirmed Poppy’s thoughts.

“It’s a shame really” John Dory cut into the conversation. “They were such a cute couple. I even remember when Clay made us pull that whole song together just to ask her out.”

“Oh don’t act so sympathetic.” Branch turned to face John Dory. “You weren’t even there when they broke up.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care.” John Dory tried to defend himself.

“Ok guys, maybe now isn’t the best time for an argument. Let’s all just calm down and- what is he wearing!?” Poppy cut off her previous sentence and pointed at the poster she had stuck up before. Branch noticed what she was referring to.

“Oh, those are just his…”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” The music to BroZone’s old song seemed to play out of nowhere as Branch quickly got an idea.

“Funderdraws!” He smashed open a glass case holding Clay’s funderdraws which unavoidably released a disgusting scent along with a bunch of green ghost that flew around yelling ‘Stinky!’. John Dory whacked them away the best he could while Poppy and Y/n held their breaths from the smell. Branch held up the funderdraws proudly.

“John Dory, I have no idea why you saved these it’s incredibly disgusting. But I’m glad you did.” Poppy stood with a dopey smile on her face while Y/n had her arms crossed, not liking where the conversation was going. Meanwhile, John Dory put his hands on his hips in defence.

“What, they’re memorabilia. But I will be good gosh darned if I know how they’re gonna help us find Clay.”

Next thing you know, Rhonda was sniffing the funderdraws dangled in her face at the end of a stick. Branch, standing on her forehead, called out to her.

“Help us Rhonda!” He turned to face Poppy who had her head stuck out the window while keeping a grip on his vest. “She’s got the scent!” The two headed back inside quickly before anything else could happen.

Inside in the background, Y/n helped Branch and Poppy settle back in safely. John Dory came up next to Tiny and Bruce, who now hand one hand on the larger steering wheel, and leaned on the armrest of Bruce’s chair.

“Hey, Tiny, you see that button?” Tiny Diamond’s gaze followed John Dory as he pointed to a button with a swirl pattern and the word hustle above it.

“Uh yeah.”

“That beautiful, shiny button?” John Dory pressed further.

“Oh you mean the button that’s taking every fibre of my being not to press? Yeah I see it.” Tiny Diamond slid off the button as quickly as he had laid atop it. John Dory stepped forward and lowered his voice to a more dramatic tone.

“Press it.”

“Oh heck yeah ooh!” Tiny Diamond jumped off the larger steering that he had a grip on and jumped onto the hustle button causing it to glow and swirl. ‘Hustle Dimension’ began to play as rainbow lights came out of Rhonda. Her eyes lit up and began to glow.

“Let’s hustle daddy!” Rhonda let out a noise before zooming off into the distance, glowing lights trailing behind. She leapt a few times as she ran and jumped into a glowing, star-shaped portal that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

In the hustle dimension, everything was different. Everyone was placed into a two-dimensional state and the gravity that existed before was now lost as Rhonda floated about.

“Woah” Branch called out as he stumbled into what was meant to be the space in Rhonda behind the drivers seat. Poppy followed after letting out a loud gasp as she took note of her appearance. Everything then melted away and while they were still within a two-dimensional space everything about it had changed, including the visual style.

Poppy and Branch now found themselves walking down a black and white road, dancing along to the ‘Hustle Dimension’ music. Bruce then bounced next to Poppy on her left with John Dory bouncing to Branch’s right and Y/n bouncing, landing in the middle. They all laughed together before John Dory, Y/n and Bruce flew off with rainbow trails. Poppy grabbed her own hand and spun away with Branch tumbling after her.

They all flew side by side down the black and white road in the rainbow coloured world. Branch and Poppy were on the right, Bruce and Y/n were on the left and John Dory flew in the middle. They all then flew through another star that once again changed the visuals of the reality they were perceiving. Each zoomed down in their respective colours. Branch was blue, Poppy was pink, John Dory was green, Y/n was f/c and Bruce was Purple. They flew next to stars and swirled together, combining to create Hustle Man who loudly called out.

“Hustle!” Hustle Man flew off into the sky before disappearing. Rhonda finally flew out of the star portal that they had first entered and settled back down to run normally on the road once more. Bruce and Tiny Diamond had been placed back where they were but John Dory, Y/n, Poppy and Branch were unfortunately thrown onto the floor, on their backs, in a heap. Poppy quickly stood up shaking her head for a second as the song ended.

“Wow! Too much hustle is a thing.”

“Huh, look at that.” Branch waved his hand around, hallucinating rainbows following it.

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It was now dark outside. Rhonda nervously ran through a dark forest before stopping in front of a seemingly abandoned building.

“Are we sure this is where Clay lives?” Branch asked as Rhonda opened her door to let everyone step out. Bruce followed behind him with Tiny Diamond in a baby carrier. Tiny decided to reply.

“Are we sure? Our GPS is an armadillo bus sniffing used undies so no, we’re not sure.”

The group continued to walk towards the old building. Bruce spoke as they wandered through the entrance which lead into a bother part of the dark outdoors.

“Eeh. I think this is the place from every true crime podcast I’ve ever listened to.” They continued forwards through the dark, unaware of the ‘golf balls’ rolling around them. The small group of trolls stuck close together until…

“Halt!” Lights switched on revealing a giant clown face with glowing eyes and a giant tongue extending out to them. Rainbow coloured smoke puffed from either side of the clown head as it’s teeth moved while it spoke.

“Who goes there!?”

“Ahhh!” The entire group screamed in fear!

“Agh!” Tiny cried out, quickly climbing out of his carrier and into Bruce’s hair. He poked his head out once before hiding back inside.

“Who dares trespass on these sacred grounds!?” The clown demanded. Branch put on a determined face and began to walk forward strongly. John Dory tried to stop him.

“Branch, what are you doing?” But Branch continued on. He stopped when he was right near the clown head’s tongue, looking up and calling out to it.

“Listen, we don’t want any clown related trouble okay? We’re just here looking for our brother, Clay.”

The clown’s teeth moved down slightly before moving in sync with it’s voice again. “Wait a second, you’re trolls?”

“So what? You’re a clown.” Branch retorted, gesturing to the face in front of him. Unexpectedly, a yellow, golf ball looking thing popped out of the clown’s mouth and rolled towards the group.

“Woah!” Branch stepped back towards the rest of the group as the ball bounced closer to them. The ball then unfurled revealing to be a troll with crazy blonde hair and pink skin. She stood up in a menacing pose for a moment before smiling widely at everyone.

“Oh my gosh, hello! My name is Viva! It is so fantastamazing to see other trolls!” She immediately ran around squeezing John Dory, giving Bruce a big hug, hugging Y/n from the side, spinning Branch around and lifting Poppy up in her own heartfelt hug.

“Hi! Ha!” Viva smiled after quickly setting Poppy down. Poppy slouched froward, feeling slightly drained from Viva’s energetic mood, but stood up properly to hear her speak.

“So fantastamazing is my own personal word it means, um, fantastic and amazing. I used to say amastic but then I was like ‘Mmm, that’s not as good.’”

Poppy immediately tried thinking of her own word to match Viva’s. “Fantasta um awesome.”

“That’s different but that works too! Way to make it your own.” After receiving the complement, Poppy rushed over to Branch’s side.

“Is this how people feel when they meet me?”

“Yes.” Branch replied, just quickly enough to not be cut off by Viva.

“Am I being a lot? Sometimes I can be a lot.”

“Uh I’m not sure we’re in the right place.” Branch mentioned, but Viva easily dismissed his worries.

“Of course you’re in the right place. Any troll is welcome here with us.” Now stood in front of the small group of trolls, Viva clapped her hands and called out. “Okay, Putt-putt trolls, lights on for our new friends” A bunch of trolls had rolled towards Viva and popped out of their golf-ball disguises. Each one was characterised with a vibrant colour, wild hair, and some sort of sweater romper or dress. While most had their hair out, some adorned buckets on their heads while others wore green mossy hats. As Viva finished talking the lights to the putt-putt course switched on, lighting up the whole place in the dark of night. Viva began to tap her feet excitedly, seeing the expressions of wonder coming from each of the new trolls.

“Oh my gosh, are you guys hungry, are you thirsty?”

“Yes!” Tiny cheered, jumping out and back into his baby carrier.

“Fries fries, you guys want fries, I am seeing fries. Bring out the works.” Viva jumped around and gestured to a few Putt-putt trolls who excitedly left to grab the food. “Milkshakes, to celebrate!”

“Coming in hot!” A bright yellow Putt-putt troll called out. Rolling away as a hot dog, fries, banana split, drink and milkshake were placed down around the pop trolls. Viva grabbed onto the straw of the pink milkshake and drank it all in one slurp, wowing the others. She then jumped down and stretched her back.

“Woo that’s better, now I finally have some energy!” Viva ran past Poppy.

“Did you just braid my hair!?” Poppy smiled, noticing the large braid left by Viva who quickly popped back round.

“You’re welcome, it looks so good.”

“I love it!” Poppy smiled brightly as she gripped her hair. Viva then gasped and ran over to Y/n.

“Oh my gosh, your hair is so pretty. How do you get it to sparkle like that?” Y/n laughed and smiled brightly at the compliment.

“Thank you. It’s just naturally like this. The benefits of being a troll, right?”

“Totally.” Viva agreed.

“Wow, these fries are amazing.” Bruce complemented as he lifted up another fry. “They’d really go great with a burger.”

“Aaa!” A blue Putt-putt trolled screamed, leading to a chorus of panic and terror as all the Putt-putt trolls desperately tried to hide.

“What is happening?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah we try not to use that word around here. It’s just that burger sounds a little too much like ah…” Viva leaned towards Bruce and spoke in a hushed tone. “Burgens.” She winced as another chorus of screams were let out.

“We call burgers…” The group looked up to see a mysterious figure walking towards them. “Meat circles.”

“Clay?” Branch smiled.

“Oh no.” Y/n’s face dropped at his arrival.

“Clay, hey what’s up man?” Bruce cheered as he and Clay happily walked to each other.

“Hey, how you been man?” Clay smiled as they initiated their own handshake.

“Clay!” John Dory jumped forward, opening his arms for a hug.

“Hmm, John.” Clay blankly replied, giving him no more than a few seconds of attention.

“Wha?” John Dory’s face dropped at the lack of response he received.

“Spruce.” Clay gave Bruce a fist bump as they finished off hair handshake. “What do you know?”

“Actually I go by Bruce now.”

“Bruce, oh ho someone got fancy. I like it.” Bruce laughed at Clay’s response.

“Look who’s talking, is that a sweater romper?” He questioned.

“What can I say, when you co-run a place you gotta flex the drip.” Clay pulled slightly on the collar of his sweater romper before releasing it.

“Ya, I’m the fun side of the operation and Mr Clay takes care of the boring stuff!” Viva cheered as she slid into the conversation.

“Guilty.” He admitted. The two laughed together until Clay noticed branch. “Woah, baby branch!” He ran over and grabbed Branch’s face. “No way!”

“Actually it’s Big Branch now, or just Branch. Branch is fine.” Branch struggled to speak as his cheeks were squished together.”

“Come here, come here. Yeah.” Clay spoke in a babyish voice as he continued to squish Branch’s cheeks. Only stopping when Branch started to speak again.

“So Clay, this is Poppy.” Branch gestured to Poppy who appeared at his side.

“Hi Clay! So great to finally meet you.” Poppy smiled as she waved and gave Clay a quick hug. “Can you do the Rusty Robot for me?”

“Yeah no, I don’t do that anymore okay?” Clay awkwardly explained.

“Right, kidding. Ha can you imagine? I wouldn’t just ask you to do that after meeting you two seconds ago. Who would do that?” She awkwardly looked at Clay after glancing away for a second.

“Yeah, it’s just that Fun-boy Clay is dead. Serious-boy Clay only does the Well-Oiled Robot.” Clay spoke while demonstrating his new and improved Well-Oiled Robot. “And it is no friki-friki-friki fun.” He stated while ending in a pose, similar to how he would end the Rusty Robot, only with a frown and his hands in the ‘I Love You’ pose.

“I mean, that’s still pretty fun.” Poppy lightheartedly pointed out.

“Ha yeah, same old Clay.” John Dory added.

“Nah, that’s not true.” Clay tried to defend himself. “If I was still fun, would I have chosen the admin building as my bedroom?” Everyone looked over to the admin building, a small wooden shack with nothing but a window, a door, and the capacity to hold barely one troll. “Huh? Huh? Asking the tough questions guys, asking the tough questions.”

“Oh, right.” Poppy nodded.

“Wait, you still haven’t met Y/n!” Tiny smiled brightly.

“No no no.” Bruce looked down at him with worry.

“No no no no no no…” John Dory, Branch and Poppy chimed in, not noticing Clay’s shocked expression.

“Y/n?”

“Oh yeah, you’re other friend. Where did she go?” Viva looked around to try and spot her. Y/n tried to sneak away behind Bruce but was quickly noticed by Tiny.

“Here she is!” He happily exclaimed.”

“Dammit Tiny!” Y/n stomped in frustration.

“Y-Y/n, hey.” Clay awkwardly waved and stepped forward.

“Hi Clay.” The two struggled in finding a comfortable greeting backing out of a fist bump, handshake and high five. After awkwardly trying to move around their hands they tried leaning in for a hug but backed out of that too. Y/n eventually opted to just give Clay two pats on the shoulder as they exchanged awkward toothy smiles.

“Uh anyway.” Clay stepped back, Y/n doing the same. “I can’t believe you all are here. Wait, where’s Floyd?”

“That’s why we’re here. Branch stepped forward. “Floyd’s been taken prisoner in Mount Rageous by superstar singers, Velvet and Veneer.”

“And the only thing powerful enough to free him is the perfect family harmony.” The five adult trolls finished together. Tiny’s face contorted in confusion.

“Okay, either they just made that up or I have not been paying attention.”

“Well why haven’t you just called he authorities?” Clay asked but slowly came the conclusion by himself. “Oh, unless Floyd is being held in an impenetrable diamond prison.”

“Yeah, that.” John Dory confirmed.

“I’m in. I’d also like to volunteer to keep track of our expenses, just cause I think you’re gonna need somebody to be on top of that.” Clay gave the group an almost smug smile.

“Yeah I don’t think you’ll get any pushback on that front.” Bruce spoke up. Branch’s expression turned to a more serious tone.

“Great, but we need to leave for Mount Rageous like now.”

Part 2 coming soon. Have an amazing day/night where you are!✨

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Like Her

Words: 1601

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: This is the longest thing I've written in a while and I enjoyed it so much!!

Request: Could I request a Mulder x reader where the reader has fallen in love with him but she is sure he doesn’t like her because he is always thirsting after like, those porn models in his magazines and stuff. Little does she know that he loves her just as much. Essentially just heavy angst to fluff with kisses 🥺 - Anon

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“No problem. Anytime.” the man said smoothly as he slid back into the driver's seat. 

You adjusted yourself where you sat and watched the woman walk away. She was drop dead gorgeous, beautiful on another level, just like the women you see in magazines. Ripping your eyes away from her you tuned back into where you were, turning towards Mulder to ask him a question you realised he was looking right at you, as if waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry, repeat that?” you said slightly embarrassed.

“Do you want to grab something to eat or head right back?”

You looked at the time, you’d been on a rough journey with the man, all practically for nothing. You were hot, tired, slightly sad and frankly ready to crawl back into bed.

“Lets drive as much as we can before one of us feels like their stomach might decide to eat itself. Then we can switch drivers.”

“I really don’t mind driving all of the way.” he looked sincere as he spoke.

You shrugged “Then lets hope neither of us get hungry or I’ll be hopping right behind the wheel.”

The man fought a smirk appearing on his lips and started the engine “Whatever you say Y/L/N.”

Leaning back into the seat you listened as the man spoke about the case but couldn’t help but let the sadness ebb and grow. This man, the man beside you, was sunshine to you. He’d helped you through a lot and you genuinely didn’t know what you’d do without him, sure he has his quirks, everyone does, but he really made you feel different. He made you feel seen and special, made you want to spend every moment you could with him. 

At the start you told yourself you wouldn’t put yourself through liking him. Well in some ways you’d kept that promise, you didn’t like him, you loved him. 

You knew he liked you as a friend. Heck a man who didn’t like you at all wouldn’t do any of the things he’d done for you.

Sighing a tear ran down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away but this didn’t go unnoticed by the man. Leaning forward you opened the glove compartment to check if the tissues you’d put in there were still there but a magazine slipped out first. 

Turning it over you were face to face with an image of an insanely beautiful woman. Quickly stuffing it back inside you almost slammed the glove compartment shut and sat back. Tears rolling down your cheeks almost uncontrollably. You weren’t hysterical though, they fell silently and naturally.

The man's heart dropped at the sight. He absolutely hated to see you this way but would always do anything he could to make you feel comforted. “Y/N.” he spoke softly as he continued to drive. Looking for a place to pull over.

Reaching a hand over he gently placed it on your shoulder as he kept the other on the wheel. “What’s the matter huh?”

Your heart felt heavy. A multitude of things had brought on the tears but having the man you were crying about try and make it better hurt a little more. “I’m ok.”

“You’re clearly not.” he pulled the car over and turned to you but you tried to face the other way.

“You’re never like this when you’re upset. What’s wrong? " His voice was calm.

A sob left your body and you could feel it trembling, it was silly, it really was but you couldn’t help it.

The man was out of the car in an instant. He quickly moved around the car and opened your door, crouching down in the space he looked up to you and comfortingly took your hand. “Y/N, please, speak to me.”

You could feel the warmth of his hand around yours, even though you were way too warm you really didn’t mind.

“I’m just overwhelmed.” you hoped that would suffice.

“Talk to me.”

“I’m hot, tired, and my heart just hurts ok?” you were done with it all. You could always find another, less fulfilling job elsewhere.

“We can fix two of those things right now. Take your jacket off, we can go and find some cool water and you can nap in the car.” he offered “Why does your heart hurt?”

You let out a huge sigh “I love someone who’ll never love me back. He’s way too interested in model girls, and sure, I really don’t blame him. I could never compare to them.” you weaseled your hand from his and used both of them to wipe your tears “I’m just being silly. Let's go.”

“No.” His voice was soft yet firm. “You’re better than any of those models and he’d be dumb to not see it.”

Your eyes burned and you felt a laugh bubble though “Try telling that to him huh?”  you looked at him and his eyes met his “If only you knew.”

He brought his hand up to your face and pushed some hair behind your ear whilst he took one of your hands in his other. “Is it Clive?” he looked at the floor as he spoke, not really wanting the confirmation.

“It’s you.” your voice was practically a whisper.

His head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours again. Had he just made that up in his head? “What did you say?”

You tore your eyes from his “I’m sorry, forget about it. It’s nothing.”

“Did you say it was me?” 

“Leave it.” you took your hand from his.

“I feel the same about you.”

You looked towards him “What?”

“I like you, well more than that, as well.”

“Don’t mess with me Mulder, you don’t need to just because I’m upset. I know you like me as a friend but-”

“I mean it.”  His voice felt like it echoed for a second. 

“But, I’m seriously not your type.”

“What is my type then?”

You reached forward and pulled the magazine out “This.”

“Y/N” he sighed and took the magazine from you. “At one point in my life yeah sure. Not anymore. Old Sam gave it to me as a joke, you know he knows me from about ten years ago, give or take, he bought me one back then and again now as a joke.”

He walked away from you to the trash can and put the magazine inside before closing your door and returning to the driver's seat “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time now. Since I first laid my eyes on you. I just didn’t ever think you’d feel the same. If I’d known-”

You nodded and faced the man “I’m sorry for being a bit emotional today.”

“Sorry? We’d never have known how we felt if you hadn't been.” 

You let out a slight laugh “Yeah, you could say that.”

“I really think we should at least try and grab some snacks and just do our best to do the journey in one.”

You mulled it over for a second “Sure. Then we can-”

“We’re not swapping. If I remember right, there's a gas station about ten minutes from here. We can grab snacks and then get back onto the road with me driving. You, however, will sleep.”

“I’m not-”

“You just said you were so don’t try and say you’re not tired.”

You smiled, your tears were drying up “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me again. I don’t deserve it for putting you through that.”

The ten minute drive went quickly, the two of you soon breaking out into conversation about the case and awful day that it’d been. Navigating the gas station quickly the two of you stood in line with your snacks. Even though you were practically in the middle of nowhere there was still a decently sized queue.

As the line got more condensed the man stood closer to you, practically pressed to your side yet behind you protectively.

Looking up towards the man your eyes met, the two of you sharing the moment before having to shuffle forward in the queue again. 

What took you by slight surprise was the feeling of the man leaning forward and placing a kiss to your head in an affectionate way. The way a long term couple would do subtly in public to show affection without embarrassing those around them

You felt warmth rush to your face and a smile break out on your lips. The man wrapped his arms around you subtly and you embraced them back before having to breakaway to move to the cashier.

The two of you beamed as you paid for the groceries, you insisted that you paid since Mulder was going to drive the rest of the way.

Sliding back into the car the two of you settled nicely. Mulder spoke about some sightings he’d been tracking and trying to stay up to date with in the United Kingdom. He knew it was unlikely that he’d never be able to investigate it but he was invested in the case.

He noticed that you’d gradually shortened your responses and that they’d become incredibly infrequent until you pretty much weren’t responding to him at all.

Quickly taking a look at you whilst he drove he could see that you were fast asleep. Training his eyes back on the road he let a sad smile form on his lips. 

He loved you more than anything and was hurt that he’d made you feel otherwise. He’d do absolutely anything to never see you that way again.

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The curious case of Anna Green on AO3

Initially a drabble meant to be written in one or two days, this has grown into a full fledged side fic from L's POV.

Dedicated to @lunalit-river and @scar8o. Thank you for always being so supportive 💜

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Chapters (1/3)

Summary: L frowns, biting down on his thumb as he scans the opening lines of Near’s email, “There are barely any records on the ‘Anna Green’ who enrolled this year at To-Ho university. For all intents and purposes, she might as well be a ghost.”

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“Ryuzaki, here are the files you asked for.”

“Thank you, Watari.”

The lights are off at this time of night, save for the dim glow cast by the wide monitor resting on a table adjacent to the wall. A humming lingers. It’s faint, incessant, — comfortable, L muses as he wolfs down the last third of a chocolate cake slice — much like static filling the air. Familiar. Drowned by the intermittent snores of the two detectives staying overnight, not quite a crescendo in the strictest sense; even as it grows in energy while the hours tick by. He’s noticed the symphony — though the term cacophony might be more accurate — tends to devolve into a nasal staccato with every 3 or 4 longer exhales, sometimes echoing in obnoxious discordance that makes him more and more certain he’s being pestered by the undiagnosed sequels of mild sleep apnea.

Chewing loudly, he glances at the digital clock on the bottom right corner of the screen; it’s close to a quarter to 5 in the morning. So late it’s almost early.

From the corner of his eye, he sees that Watari stayed behind to tidy up the room. Tilting his head to the left to get a better angle, he examines the slow, deliberate movements with scepticism; they’re as fluid as they’re contrived, as if practised to stall for as long as possible. He draws conclusions from the little things happening in the background; how the delicate china barely clinks against the small coffee spoons when stacked; sugary amanattõ wrappers gathered into a neat pile, set aside; the soft, careful sweeping near the walls so as to avoid rousing the two men from their sleep.

There’s words to be had; his gut tells him there’s a very much non-trivial chance that this will be a precursor to something.

A rustling of papers invites him to glimpse at Watari’s reflection on polished surfaces. It’s closer to 63%, now. Very well.

He skims through the first 10 pages for an overview, his gaze tarrying for a few seconds too long on the picture of a young woman before he turns his attention to the screen. Behind him, the soft brushing of Watari’s coordinated sweeps pauses for a moment and he knows, it’s as evident as rain in April, he stands corrected that this is where the knots will begin to unravel. 

L frowns, biting down on his thumb as he scans the opening lines of Near’s email, “There are barely any records on the ‘Anna Green’ who enrolled this year at To-Ho university. For all intents and purposes, she might as well be a ghost."

Slurp 

He chugs half the tea sitting in his cup, focusing on the scalding hot sensation in the back of his throat as he reads on, picking out bits and pieces.

“...no record that Anna Green was ever present for the entrance exams, though, allegedly, she has scores for them. Below average at best, mediocre to the point that, under normal circumstances, no one with this poor of a performance would be considered for admission. What’s even more intriguing are the reasons why To-Ho agreed to bend the rules for the one student, allowing this woman to bypass university policy and, not only sit for highly competitive and specific exams abroad, but also take up classes from different courses…”

Strange, indeed. Definitely something to look further into. L taps his index finger on the mouse, nail lightly grazing over the ridges on the wheel. He looks up, deep in thought. All this information does beg the question: who exactly allowed this to go overlooked? The university board? A rogue member of staff?

Someone with enough influence to bend the rules?

“...doesn’t exist as a citizen of any country…no travel records in any airline or shipping company coming into or out of Japan…"

Unlawful entrance under a false identity, most definitely. Or as part of a smuggling network. 

"...the only data available is on the university enrollment process…impossible to find anything on the father; the mother’s records (kept maiden name, no mention of a husband or children) show a birthplace at a small town in Italy, 1955, right at the border with Switzerland, and nothing more of consequence...all records left blank from the age of 11 until her death in 1987…no significant medical records either, save for a short comment about the passing itself, as per the following transcription: ‘incidente, avvenuto il 18 gennaio nel Leicestershire, nel Regno Unito’, — filed by the grandfather, dead from prolonged illness by 1988 though ‘grief’ has been listed as a catalyst…”

A freak accident in Leicestershire, on January 18, 1987? What a coincidence that nothing more of substance could be retrieved from these records, save for vague and elusive information. He wonders if this secrecy is related to the father somehow, — he licks his lips to taste the faint remnants of black tea that linger on chapped skin and skims over the university records for the name, narrowed eyes resting again on the young woman's picture — this Atticus Cornelius Green. If that's even his real name.

He looks at the birthdates, realising that she would've been 6, going on 7, at the time of the supposed accident. Only one year younger than himself. It will be her 24th birthday soon, in little more than a month.

Scrolling down the email, he reads on.

"...tuition payments funnelled through Goodfellow's Bank, which appears to be a highly selective, privately owned financial institution based in Britain. Virtually unknown, with only 3 physical offices, total, in Europe and the United States, with no presence in Asia…registered under the apparently long-lived Gringotts Foundation, since the mid 1800’s. On the surface there's nothing questionable about Goodfellow's, though further scrutiny reveals said Foundation is also a major (and the only) shareholder, led by a series of individuals throughout the decades who do not exist beyond the trust…”

Sucking on his spoon thoughtfully, L tastes the dried grains of caffeine that cling to the bowl, agglomerating towards the tip. There’s a small chance that this is witness protection at work, but if so then it’s freakishly elaborate. Dead end after dead end and a myriad of red herrings meant to confuse anyone who investigates, while making it seem perfectly reasonable. Outstandingly legal. One would have to read between those creatively woven lines. 

But then there’s the shadow bank. If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and acts like a duck, then it is a duck — or so the saying goes. Official police forces wouldn’t be able to resort to these underhanded tactics without a tangible need; and there would be an inquiry or requisition beforehand. Someone would have to budge. Things like these always leave a trail. Though the British Secret Services could potentiate such a scenario and there would be nothing to pursue, if they so wished. 

But to what end? For a trip abroad? It didn’t make sense. There’s abuse of the law and then there’s playing around it, dangling the threads like a puppet master.

“...there’s no system to hack and therefore no personal data to retrieve. Any bank transfers seem to be made in person, at the London office. Though To-Ho lists two different addresses for foreign students; Anna Green’s file shows one in the UK and the other in Japan. The former is registered as the sole property of one Awarnach Greengrass near Windsor, dating to the late 1600’s, and has never been updated since. Otherwise, the several acres for this plot of land are not even accounted for in modern records — or pay taxes.

The latter address points to a building just a 5 minute walk outside of To-Ho. Records for the building show that it’s registered as having only 7 floors. However, the primary plans kept at the Ministry of Land and Infrastructure display a total of 8 — approved and built. The addendum was placed without rebuttal this past month of March, 4 years after the structure had been built and all apartments sold without exception. The previous proprietor of the 8th floor died mid-February and left no family to inherit, though his name was stricken from the more recent record updates…”

This isn’t like the hunt for Morello, with knotted threads and underworld connections; not when he discovered the swindles, the under the table deals with art galleries and high class politicians, in a spectacle of dazzling lights and charming conversations. Definitely nothing like Merri Kenwood’s indiscretions as the thrill-seeking second daughter of a wealthy family.

No, whatever he’s stumbled upon is much more insidious and has tendrils across the decades. 

Narrowing his eyes, L quickly reads Near’s conclusion: “...the majority of these records are fabricated with the intent to appear official, when in reality they’re nothing but a smokescreen…”

He wonders if it’s a coincidence that he’s tripped over the proverbial basket of kittens, only to find a nest of snakes. And with the murders case ongoing, does this invalidate the theory that Misa Amane might be the Second Kira? No, they’ve gathered more than enough evidence for Amane in the past few weeks, but whether this is another loose thread…

“Watari?”

He feels rather than sees Watari approach.

“Any DNA match with the bloodied gauze?” he murmurs, confident on what the answer will be.

“None at all.”

“I see. Thank you.”

There’s only a very slim chance that this is related to the Kira case, but the coincidences are too many to believe that this is entirely unrelated. Or if it is, then there’s something else happening here. I’ve met Anna Green and I’m sure she doesn’t fit the profile for the First Kira — as for the Second, there’s nothing connecting her to Light Yagami or Misa Amane…am I overthinking this?

Wiggling his toes, L starts to draw his hand towards the box of chocolates on the table. He hears a light shuffle. “There’s also the matter of M,” Watari all but whispers, voice urgent and grim.

Ah, there is it.

He swallows a bonbon. “What about him?” 

Hesitant, Watari glances over his shoulder towards the detectives sprawled on the sofas. Once he’s adequately sure that they’re still fast asleep, he continues, “It seems that M hacked into N’s server and somehow managed to decrypt your correspondence, along with all available research data on the case…”

His lips twitch ever so slightly. Behind him, Watari can’t see his amusement. 

A scattered trail of crumbs — quite possibly with Near’s veiled consent. Sounds like a move to gleefully fuel Mello’s one-sided competition — or perhaps…

An allowance?

“Predictable, if unwise,” he licks the corner of his mouth, lapping at the bits of chocolate left behind. Hazelnut — and caramel. Slightly salty, but edible. 

“— travelled to London on his own to investigate the premises of this Goodfellow’s Bank, but only found a closed shop with no visible schedule. Nearby residents confirmed they had never seen it open.”

“That would be the primary office in Charing cross Road (1), yes?”

“Indeed.”

“Then it’s a red herring, as expected.” 

“Unfortunately that’s not all,” if possible, Watari lowers his voice even further, making L cock his head to the side as he strains to listen to this secret. “Days later, M stole a car and drove by himself straight to Windsor through the motorway, where he decided to prowl the farmlands until almost running out of gas. According to M’s report, he seems to have stumbled upon the property registered under the Green family — although his findings point to a derelict mansion in the middle of the forest, not a livable estate.”

Watari sifts through the stack of papers, picking the last set in the pile with the upper left corner folded into a neat triangle. N emailed, while M chose to fax , he whispers. L pinches the top of the file, his eyes moving quickly from left to right, up and down, until he’s made a mental map of the contents.

“ ‘...ruins surrounded by crumbling gates and overgrown English ivy that claimed the entire structure a long time ago…’ — I see, so it couldn’t be it at all. Yet another red herring,” he drawls, looking up at the ceiling. Shadows dance, long-limbed and distant, illusive. “Though this does give more credence to the witness protection theory, I’m still not sure…”

Is this indeed a case of false identity? Theft and blackmail? What’s going on?

He reads the last page and frowns. “M didn’t examine the property?” 

A rhetorical question, to which Watari merely shakes his head. ‘...lost interest in a useless cat and mouse chase, not worth looking for clues here. Forgot to bring a lantern.(2)’ L puts down the file, placing it on top of the stack, thinking it’s a strange conclusion for Mello to reach, especially when he's so desperate to prove himself above Near. It pays for the overconfident to be thorough. And he knows that well enough, despite his impetuousness.

Lodging a fingernail between his two front teeth, L ponders over Mello’s words once more. The attitude itself is out of the ordinary.

Watari busies himself cleaning the crumbs under his armchair, in silence. Then, he tidies the stack, now out of order. Waiting for a follow up, no doubt; but these things can’t be rushed. L pours through photos of the landscape, scrutinising every inch of the images; any resulting from this adventure are blurry and pigmented, as if altered post-processing. An unfortunate accident, explained when the camera malfunctions shortly after Mello is — as he states in brash words, the offence visible even through writing — suddenly picked up by a police car on the motorway. The agents sputtered, perplexed that a 14 year old boy drove a stolen car. Roger had to pay a hefty fine to keep Mello out of juvenile prison. He also gets out of a damning record for underage driving, thanks to the many contacts at Wammy’s.

Lame-ass, he calls it.

As expected, Mello seems unhappy with this particular turnout. His intelligence combined with bubbling insecurities and a natural inclination towards the extreme, Mello has the makings of a fairly competent criminal.

L narrows his eyes, “Say, do we have the results on the ‘coin collection’?”

A rustle of fabric. Watari promptly pours him more tea, the robust aroma wafting upwards, “The bu is an authentic coin from the Edo Period, nowadays often on display at museums or secured by ancient history collectors. One single piece would be up for sale starting at 1.5 thousand, subject to the seller’s reputation.”

“There were at least 12 on the floor that night, some perhaps more obscure than currency from Edo if my eyes didn’t deceive me,” he taps his lips with one pale finger, looking thoughtful. “What about the other one?”

“The second coin is made of solid gold, though the minting — remarkable as it is — doesn’t match any known branch. The coinage alone is entirely unknown, even if it bears Gringott's Foundation inscriptions."

Could they really be collectibles, after all?

He nods. “Thank you for your diligence, Watari. As always,” he adds after a heartbeat, quietly slurping the remnants of his black tea, “Please file these away as soon as you’re able.”

L eyes the now neatly arranged stack. For the last time, he allows himself to stare at the picture on the first page before turning his attention back to the screen.

“Of course.”

Silent as a shadow, Watari leaves.

I have a lot of thinking to do. But she doesn’t fit the profile…and I’m certain Amane is the Second Kira, at this point. No, this is something else entirely.

Alone again save for the sleeping detectives, L finds that his fingers clench over his knees of their own accord, muscles taunt and knuckles blanching bone white as he looks out the window at the waking sun. 

Another day, another mystery.

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TBC

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Adrenaline | L x Reader smut

Tags: car sex, smut, L ooc?, L drives a car?, aftercare, language, both L and the ready being horny,

This was written on my phone so I hope you guys enjoy it. Also if you have anything you want me to write. Please send anything I'm desperate 😭

“If we die I'm blaming this one you.” L says from the driver seat. “Yeah yeah calm down will you?” You leaned out of the open window. Trying to point your gun straight at the wheel of the car that was following you.

All you did was steel a singe file, and their chasing you. You aim and fire. And to your success, the tire popped and they started to slow down. You smile and laugh as you climb into the front seat again. Ls face was sweaty and he looked like he was focused on the road infront of him.

“We have more problems so dont rest now.” L says nodding his head forward at the sets of motorcycles. You aimed your gun again but nothing came out. “Shit, I'm out of bullets.” You swore.

L looked around, “hang on.” He said while speeding the car up. Your heart starting beating faster as you passed them and turned, almost crashing into a building. You started to laugh. “Is this funny to you?!” He yelled over the car. You nodded with a grin on your face. L sighed and shook his head, his focus now getting away.

With a couple of experienced turns and multiple almost accidents. You and L lost them. He turned into an empty parking lot and took a breather. So did you.

“Where did you learn to drive like that?!” You panted, the sweet smile still spread across your face. “Taught myself. Do you still have the file?” L was also almost out of breath. You nodded and reached into the back, grabing the file and giving it to him. He scanned it over and gave a nod. “Good job. You did well.” You let out a laugh at his words.

“I like praise from the L. Feels nice.”

L looked over to you. You looked disheveled, your shirt halfway down your shoulders, he realised you wernt wearing a bra. Now why was that?

“Praise feels nice from everyone. Especially your superiors.” You looked over to him. “You think your my superior?” You almost laughed at his words.

“In this case, yes I am.”. “I bet you havnt even fucked someone. I have.” You bragged. Didnt seem like the type to brag about but it was in the moment. The adrenaline was making you turned on, not for anyone specific. But L seemed really attractive driving fast.

“What does that have to do with anything? It doesnt matter if I'm a virgin.” You gasped. “YOUR A VIRGIN.” L looked at you. “This isnt the time or place. We need to get back.” He looked hot and flustered. “No. Now I'm curious.” You said, grabbing the steering wheel so he couldn't drive.

“I always thought the best detective would get girls left and right. Was I wrong?” You chuckled. “What were you expecting. I stay inside all day and solve crimes from all around the world. I dont have time for something as silly as sex.”

“But sex is a good way to relief stress? It's good if your worked up, or full of adrenaline.” You say. L looked straight at you. “Adrenaline you say?” You smile and nodded.

“Are you hinting at something, Y/n?” You leaned back into your seat and shrugged. “Not trying to hint at something, was just curious.” You rested your elbow against the window of the car.

But before you could do anything. Your seet was pulled back and L slowly crawled on top of you. “Adrenaline.” He said in a low voice. Almost like a growl. “I guess I could put this adrenaline to good use. Do I have the consent.” You were in shock for a second but found this a bit funny.

It wasnt everyday you made L ask for your consent. “Yes.” You said. L ducked his head down and kissed you, he quickly separated your legs and placed himself in betwen them.

“Have you always felt this way?” You said when his lips left yours. He did nothing while slowly undoing your pants. He leaned over you and pulled them down.

“These are cute.” He said when putting a finger in the waistband of your pantys. He pulled them and they snapped against your skin, making you jump. He chuckled.

He ducked down and kissed the inside of your thighs. “I thought you were a virgin?” You groaned. He paused before saying. “I am. Maybe I'm just talented.” You moaned as he got closer to the place you needed him. “What do you watch por- AH!” He placed a kiss on top of your clothes clit. Making you moan loudly.

“I wouldn't say I watch porn.” He placed another finger in the waistband and pulled the peice of fabric down.

“Ah isnt this a pretty sight.” He threw the fabric somewhere in the car and slowly unbuttoned his pants. Pulling them down a bit, along with his boxers. He gave his cock a few pumps before aligning with your hole. “You sure you haven't done this before?” You said before L finally pushed in.

The feeling burned for a little bit before it faded into complete pleasure. “L!” You moaned. You tried to find something to grip on and decided to grab his shoulders instead. “Yes.” He said.

“I've always felt this way. I just. Never found a good way to express it.” He tried to say but was cut off by moans. “You feel so good.” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

When he felt comfortable enough to start moving, he set a nice pace. It was slow but hard, and it hit the right places that made you see all sorts of stars.

“P-please L!” You whimpered. Your nails scratched his back. He was sure that he was gonna see light marks later on. “Hah!” He moaned again. Speading up slightly.

“A-are we realy supposed to do this?”

“We can blame it on the adrenaline if we get caught.” He said, he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. But did almost nothing.

“C-cumming.” He said, he bit relatively hard and you felt a warm liquid in between your legs. It wasnt long before you came along with him.

He stayed on you for a little bit to catch his breath. When he did he asked if you were okay, and you replied with a nod. “Did I do it to your satisfaction?”

You nodded again. He smiled and slowly got off of you. He looked around and found some napkins. He slowly cleaned you up, making sure that he didnt hurt you. He pulled up your pantys and pants and sat back in his seat.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Derek Morgan X Child male reader

Thought of this idea.

Summary: Derek and Emily interview a suspects wife, ends up meeting their children, after finding out the suspect is the unsub he protects the child.

Third person pov...

Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss stand outside the L/N residence, they had been called in on a serial case. An unsub was going around killing families who have members who cheated or had an affair.

In the hot florida sun, Derek takes of his sunglasses, as Emily fans herself with her hand. "Its so hot, let's get this over with" she groans, Derek smirks at the woman.

"You and me both Prentiss, I can't wait for working air conditioner" he says, then the door opens and woman stands there she has H/C hair and E/C eyes.

"Hi" she says looking over her shoulder hissing to someone behind her. "Y/N go play" she then turns back to the people outside her door.

"Hi, we are Agents Morgan and Prentiss. Are you Mrs L/N?" Morgan askes the woman, Mrs L/N nervously looks at them and nods her head.

"I'm her, do you need something?" She asks them, Emily looks at Derek then speaks to the woman. "Yes, could we come in to ask some questions?" She asks.

Mrs. L/N hesitated for a moment before reluctantly inviting the agents inside. As they walked past the living room Emily noticed the family photos scattered around the room. She couldn't help but notice the absence of any photos with the family in.

Mrs L/N walked ahead of them, as she did she was bombarded with questions by her son, the boy didn't look older than 7.

The H/C boy jumped around his mothers legs, smiling ear to ear, the H/C woman laughs at the boy and taps his nose. "Mumm" he wines as she tapped his nose.

The 7 year old then spots the two strangers in his home and ducks behind his mothers legs, Derek chuckled at that and walked closer to the boy kneeling when he was close.

"Hey there little man, I'm Derek this is Emily. We are here to ask your Mother some questions" expains the man, Y/N looks at the man before look up at his mum to see if it was true.

At his mums nod Y/N stood out from behind his Mum. "Ohh okay, wanna play with me?" He asks Derek, grinning ear from ear as he looked at the agent.

Derek looks away from the innocent gaze, Emily just smiles and nudges him towards the boy. "Come on little man" grins Derek.

Y/N giggles and grabs the man's hand, Derek is then dragged off by the little 7 year old. Emily and Mrs L/N talk in the kichen.

Upstairs Derek is taken to Y/Ns room. "Come play with me!" Giggles the H/C boy, Derek smiles and looks around the boys room. They played together as they did Derek asked Y/N some questions about his father.

"Dads been going out and coming back late" answers the boy, Derek looks at the boy "do you know why?" He asks, Y/N shuffles uncomfortably under his gaze.

"I don't know, I tried asking him but he shouted at me" Y/N grips his arm tightly, the agent looks down, eyes widening as he noticed a bruise under his sleeve.

Noticing him staring Y/N quickly pulled it back down but Derek held his arm gently. Looking up at Y/N the boy looked away as Derek pulled thr sleeve up.

A big black and purple bruise formed around his arm in a hand shape, Derek gently turned the arm. "He hurt you" he whispers to the boy.

Sniffling caught his attention, the agent looked up to see Y/N crying, soon he had his arms full with Y/N the boy crying in his arms.

Derek rubbed his bath trying to soothe the crying child, usual Emily or JJ comforted people Derek wasn't as good but he managed.

"He didn't mean to hurt me, he didn't" cried Y/N holding onto Derek, once the boy calmed down Derek handed him his card with his number on.

Smiling he ruffled the boys H/C hair. " if anything like it happens again, call me okay"Y/N snuffles and takes the card holding it carefully. "I will"

The two agents the leave and head back to the station. In the car it's silent. Derek holds the wheel tightly, his knuckles white.

Emily could sense that something was wrong. "Derek what's happened up there?" She asks the pissed off man, sighing Derek takes his eyes off the road.

"That bastard hit his son" he keeps his voice calm, Emily gasps. "You thinking it's him" Derek nods his head. He's now sure Mr L/N is the Unsub, he fits the profile.

Not even a day later Derek's phone rings, when he answers it was Y/N. "Derek! It's Dad he's gone crazy" screams the boy, sounds of shouting and banging could be heard in the background.

Derek yelled to his team and explained what was happening. "Y/N you need to hide somewhere" He tells the boy. "I can't leave Mum alone, he hurting her!" Cries the boy into the phone.

Derek swears and runs after his team a bullet proof vest on, jumping into the suv with his team he continues speaking to Y/N.

"Don't worry Y/N I'm on my way okay, I'll be there soon" He tries to reassure the boy, the line goes dead before the oy could answer.

Cursing again Derek tells Hotch to floor it, the leader drives faster to get to the house, once they arrive Derek is out of the car first and runs towards the door.

Next to him is Emily she nods and Derek kicks the door down, then run into the home. Derek yells for Y/N until they run into the kichen.

They found Mr. L/N holding a knife to his wifes neck, Y/N was infront of them crying for his dad to leave his mum alone.

Derek quickly grabs Y/N and pulls him behind him so he was safe, him and Emily both tried to talk to him but he was beyond reason.

He kept muttering about cheaters and how Mrs L/N cheated on him, while the scared H/C woman cried and promised she never cheated on him.

In an attempt to distract him, Emily asked about his children, and Mr L/N just laughed at her. "That unless bastard I'll kill him!" He laughs grip tightening on his wife's hair.

The 7 year olds eyes widen in horror as his father used the knife and slit his mother throat. Derek yells and shots the bastard, he then turns around and holds Y/N in his arms so the kid couldn't see his mothers body.

Loud sobs wrack the young child's body as he cried in the agents arms, Derek focuses on Y/N and comforting the boy.

Derek picks the boy up and pressed his head to his shoudler so he couldn't see the blood. Rubbing the child's back Derek whsipers how sorry he was to

Y/N.

"I'm sorry little man, so sorry" he tells the boy in a heart felt voice as he walks out of the home.

He couldn't save Mrs L/N, he will forever feel guilty about it and for not being able to protect Y/N from the trauma of it all.

The end!

Sorry for the angsty ending, hope you liked it at least, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1300.

[i-am-baechu]

Forever (M)

Genre: Space Pirate! Yoongi, Weapon Shifter! Reader, ancient magic, quest time lol, romance, fluff, smut, violence and angst

Summary: The nation of Qepriotan was a doormat nation because of the overruled space pirates and bandits. There was a time when it was thriving but it was all taken away when the Marigold saber went missing. Centuries later, Yoongi’s father thinks he's found the said saber and will use it to become king of Qepriotan. When he requested Yoongi to steal the saber, he was met with something he wasn’t expecting from touching it. A beautiful girl with dark orange eyes stared at him with a blank face.

Warnings: Bad parents, sex (lol), kind of a slow burn, and violence

Authors note: Hey guys! I got fucking sick from the sun. I went to visit my grandma and it was so hot that my body went lol. I would die in the medieval ages. Sorry for the wait!

The nation of Qepriotan was once beautiful. Trees cover every inch with rivers as clear as diamonds flowing through. It was safe and the King, Lee Shin, made sure to keep it like this with the Marigold saber or L/N Y/N. It wasn’t until his son, Cho, started showing signs of anarchy. Shin accepted this because he blamed himself for his son’s attitude. Paying more attention to being a king than being a father and realizing it later when it meant nothing to Cho. In his eyes son, he will always be wrong and there was nothing he could do about it. Fearing the worst, he sent Y/N away to a secret location. Obviously, it wasn’t that secret because this is where our story starts when a space pirate's son touched this mystic weapon and his fate was changed, forever... 

“Yoongi! Stop daydreaming and look at the map!” Min Yoongi sighed to himself and looked away from the stars to look at one of the crewmates with a frown. Yoongi was the captain's son which means no one would hurt him but that just meant physically. The crew hated Yoongi and that was because he didn’t do much on the boat. He would always be in his room looking out his window or playing his piano. He barely talked to anyone that included his father, the crew put together that he thought he was better than them. 

This wasn’t the case. Yoongi hated his father and everything he did. He thought it was wrong of him to steal from nations or just stealing in general. He watched his father steal from the poor and the rich like he was riding a bike. His father loved Yoongi with all his heart and wanted to give him the life that he never had. The only way he was going to do this was by stealing what he wanted or what he thought Yoongi would like. Yoongi’s mother passed away when he was young so he didn’t really have an opinion on her. He heard from others that she was kind and was a well-educated woman (which was rare for pirate wives). Yoongi’s only real opinion of her was that she was beautiful and he was glad that he looked like her.   

Yoongi followed the crewmate to where his father was to look at the map. His father was too busy talking to someone to even notice Yoongi coming into the room and he felt better because of that. He sat at the table and looked at the screen with a bored look. He didn’t understand why he had to look at the map when everyone else could do the same. Looking at the map is boring until it beeps, which is what is happening now. 

“Captain! We're on the island!” 

Why did he even need me here? His dad turned around and looked at Yoongi with excitement, “Yoon, when did you come in?”

He didn’t answer him because his father walked away to the steering wheel. Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and left the area with annoyance. They were in Qerpiotan and he knew that it was going to be boring. No one lives here anymore and he didn’t really know the story behind it but he also didn’t want to know. He was about to go back to his room when he heard a soft voice. He raised his eyebrow and looked around with a confused look. The soft voice was singing but he couldn’t figure out any of the words. He walked away from his room and down the hall more to see if the answer was there but there was nothing, “What the hell?” 

“Yoongi! Your father needs you!” 

Yoongi sighed and put his hand up letting the crewmate know he heard him. He heard footsteps walking away but he still heard that soft voice. It was alluring but he thought he was going crazy. He entered the main room and crossed his arms over his chest as his father gave him a wide grin, “I have good news.” 

“What?” 

“I picked you to take the Marigold saber.” 

Yoongi heard the crew around grunt at this but he just raised his eyebrow at his dad, “Why me?” 

“I thought you would like this. Marigolds were your mother's favorite flower.”

Yoongi sighed and nodded his head, “Fine...I’ll do it.” He knew what his dad was doing. Whenever he wanted Yoongi to do something, he would throw his mother into it. It was annoying and yes, Yoongi could easily say no but his heart told him to do it. 

His father smiled at him and nodded his head, “I can’t wait for you to see the saber. I heard Lee Shin, the king, put magic into the sword.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and looked outside at the ruins of Qepriotan, “Magic?” 

“It’s just a rumor...Now go son, go get the saber.”

Yoongi nodded his head and saw that everyone was glaring at him in the room. Annoyed that they were mad at him for this, they should be annoyed at his father; It wasn’t his decision. He walked down the hall towards the exit and that soft voice started to come back to his ear. It was beautiful and soft, it made him frozen. He just wanted to know where this voice was coming from. He shook his head and exited the ship onto the glider to go down to the ruins. He started to go down and the voice only got louder, he wondered if everyone could hear it or if was he just going crazy. 

He parked the glider next to the rundown castle and he tilted his head at the building. It was ruined but it looked like it was ruined on purpose. He looked back at the ship and then back at the castle, how did his father find this place? He took out his knife and started cutting off the vines that were blocking the door. He kicked the door open and looked around to see pure darkness. The moment he opened the door, the singing got louder. As if he was in the same room with the unknown person. He took out his flashlight and went inside the building.

Out of all the buildings that he was forced to explore, this was different. He couldn’t explain but the aura that this castle was giving made him feel safe. He had no idea how to explain it. He went deeper into the castle and the singing only got louder so he followed the voice. Forgetting the saber altogether, the singing was clouding his mind and he wanted to figure this out. 

He opened another door and some vines hit his head but he ignored it. He walked into another room and saw there was light coming through the cobblestone roof onto something on the floor. The singing stopped and he looked around to see if the singing would come back but alas it didn’t. He walked towards the light and saw the saber staring at him. He tilted his head at the saber and gently touched the gold metal but when he touched it, the singing came back and a bright light blinded him. He looked away from the light and when he looked back, his eyes widened. There was a girl with dark orange eyes staring back at him with a blank expression. She was dressed in a simple light blue dress that stopped at her thighs but the dress was clearly from a different century.   

She blinked her eyes and tilted her head at him as he did the same. She gently placed her hand on his cheek and a small smile appeared on his lips, “H-Hello...”

Yoongi sat there in shock and swallowed some spit, “Hey...are you the Marigold saber?” 

“Y-Yes.” He nodded his head and looked down at her hand on his cheek. He felt his body get hotter when she leaned forward with her blank face, “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?”

She put her hand down and looked around with a confused face, “What happened? Where's Shin?”

Yoongi's eyes widened at this and gave her a confused look, “King Shin? He’s been gone...it’s been centuries since he's been alive...” 

Her face turned into shock and she looked away from Yoongi to look at the plants around them, “H-He’s gone?” 

“I’m sorry....” 

“It was...it was only a matter of time. I wished he never hid me away, I just wanted to say goodbye.” 

Yoongi felt sad for the girl but he was awkward. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, he never comforted anyone in his life. Especially a girl, “Do you have a name?” 

“Yes, I do. L/N Y/N. What’s your name?” 

“I’m Min Yoongi. Can you stand up?” 

She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head slowly, “I’m sure I can.” 

He stood up and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “What the hell am I going to tell Dad?” 

Y/N slowly got up but her legs were shaking and she finally gave in. She fell back on her bottom and looked up at Yoongi with an embarrassed look, “I’m sorry for asking but can you help me?” 

Yoongi glanced down at her and nodded his head, “Yeah.” He put his hand out and she gently placed her hand into his larger one. Their eyes locked onto each other and Yoongi saw her eyes flash towards him. Her hand fit right in his hand but he thought nothing of it, he was just helping a girl up. He brought her up slowly and she fell into his chest. She looked up at him with big eyes and gave him a small smile, “I’m sorry...I guess it’s been a while since I used my legs.” 

“Centuries to be exact.” 

She rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “Don’t remind me. Did you hear my singing?” 

He looked down at her and nodded his head, “That’s how I found you, why?”

“That means you're my next wielder.” 

“W-What!?” 

She moved away but intertwined their fingers together with a small smile, “Those who hear singing from weapons are the next wielder...do they not teach you this?” 

Yoongi glanced down at their hands and then back at her with a confused look, “There is no wielder or whatever...I have never heard of that before.” 

“Pity...Well, there is now.”

“How do you change into a sword?” 

She smiled at this and leaned towards his face as Yoongi watched her with wide eyes, “Each wielder is different. With Shin, he would use a mind link with me but with you it's different. It’s a physical touch.” 

“You’ve been holding my hand this whole time and nothing. I think you're just making this up.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. She stood on her tippy toes and placed her forehead on his, “Close your eyes.”

He rolled his eyes but he did what she told him to do. As soon as he closed his eyes, the touch on his forehead disappeared and a new weight appeared in his hands. He opened his eyes and saw the saber staring right back at him, “What the hell?” 

“I told you it was different. Now to change me back, touch the orange crystal.” 

“What the fuck is going on today?” He gently touched the crystal and with flashing lights, Y/N was in front of him again. She gave him a small smirk as he looked at her with a blank expression (it was a lot to take in), “See I told you.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead roughly. His watch started beeping and cursed under his breath. He pushed a button on the watch and brought it up to his mouth, “What?”

“Are you having trouble, son?” 

This isn’t what I need right now. “I’m fine. I’ll be up there in a few minutes.” 

“Okay, son.” 

He glanced at Y/N as she watched with her head tilted, “What’s that?” 

“A watch. I need you to turn back into the sword.” 

“Okay, where are we going?” 

Yoongi let out a fake laugh and shook his head, “Home, I guess.” 

The ship erupted in cheers when Yoongi entered the main room. He gave an awkward smile and nodded his head toward everyone, “Are they always this loud? I guess that's fun.”

Yoongi wanted to laugh but he kept it in. His father went up to him and put his hand on his shoulders with a proud smile, “How do you feel?”

“The same, I guess.”

“I’m going to let you keep it. You deserve it.”

“Thanks...” 

Yoongi walked back to his room and locked the door. He touched the orange crystal and Y/N gave him a comforting smile, “You really don’t like your dad.”

“You can say that. Do you eat?” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Of course, I eat.”

“Well I didn’t know...I’ll make you some soup.”

“I can help you cook, I used to cook for the maids.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and walked towards his small kitchen with Y/N behind him. He took all the ingredients out and watched Y/N organize them in the corner of his eye. He was shocked at how well they got along. She was cheerful and well the opposite of Yoongi. He also noticed that her eyes would get brighter whenever she looked at him but he just assumed it was because she was different. 

They sat at the dinner table with empty bowls and Yoongi had some questions, “So...you change into a weapon.” 

“Yes, I am. I thought we made that clear.” 

He rolled his eyes as she let out a small laugh, “But how? Did you get picked by some higher being or what?” 

“My parents were weapons.” 

“You had parents?” 

She nodded her head and looked down at the bowel with a frown, “Technically they are my parents but I wouldn’t call them that. Shin was my only father figure...Weapons don’t normally have a happy family. Parents are always gone while you go away to specialty schools. I went for wind and sound waves, just like my parents...I didn’t even know their name, that’s how much I didn’t know about them.” 

“Did you ever talk to them?”

“After I turned five, I never saw them again. Never really looked for them either. Weapons get born just like humans but they're lonelier, I suppose.” 

At least we have that in common, “How old are you technically?” 

“Technically I’m around 300 I think...but in human age, I’m 28 ish.” 

“I’m older than you then in that department.” 

She tilted her head at him and looked him up and down, “How old are you then?” 

“I’m 30.”

“You don’t look thirty.”

“Thank you? We should change you back to the saber in case they come into my room in the morning.”

She nodded her head but before their foreheads could touch. She kissed his cheek and gave him a wide smile. This made Yoongi smile but he quickly wiped it off when she turned back into the saber. He sent the weapon next to him on the bed and he sighed to himself, “What a day...” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

There’s nothing like waking up in the morning with the sirens going off and yelling. Yoongi got up and touched the orange crystal by accident making Y/N appear with a scared expression, “What’s going on?” 

“I’m not sure...but whatever it is, it’s not good. Go back into your weapon form, I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

She nodded her head and touched his forehead gently. He placed the saber in his belt loop and made it out of his room in a panic. Everyone was running around with panic on their faces, which can mean many things. One of the things that Yoongi was thinking about was that someone is attacking the ship. He went to the captain's headquarters and tried his best to avoid everyone running in the opposite direction. Yoongi opened the door and saw his father clicking buttons at his desk, “Dad what’s going on?”

“Someone is attacking us, you need to go with Namjoon and Jin.”

“What? Why?”

“They’re after the saber, you need to go now.”

Yoongi hated his dad but he didn’t want to leave his dad to die alone. Yoongi shook his head at his dad and stood his ground, “I’m not leaving you.” 

“Yoongi, there’s already a boat waiting for you. They will take care of you, I will call you when things are okay again. Okay?”

Yoongi sighed and knew that he couldn’t argue with his dad on this, “Fine. Good luck.”

He ran out of the room and towards the back of the ship to leave. With each step he took, the heavier his heart felt. This could be the last time he sees his dad again and that’s how he left him, he sounded so evil but he couldn’t help it. “Yoongi, It’s okay. Please don’t say those things about yourself.” 

“It’s hard Y/N, I feel like I am evil. My mother is probably looking down at him with disappointment and I can’t blame her.” 

“Enough. You don’t deserve this treatment, especially from yourself.”

“Fine, Y/N. I’ll stop.” 

He opened the door and saw Namjoon and Jin talking to each other not seeing that he entered. Namjoon and Jin were his father’s closest guards and he grew up with them. He didn’t talk to them at all but he was familiar with them, that’s better than nothing. He let out a small cough and they turned to look at him with a small smile. Jin was the first one to move forward toward him, “Yoongi, are you okay? This can be a lot.” 

“I’m okay...thank you, guys, for coming with me and protecting me.” 

Namjoon nodded his head with a tight smile, “Of course, we need to get going before things turn for the worse.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and followed them onto the boat. Namjoon spawned out of the glider while Jin turned on the engine. Jin pushed a button and the gate opened letting Yoongi see the blue sky with the clouds welcoming him to a new adventure. The boat started and they were off. Yoongi glanced down at the saber and sighed to himself, What the hell is going to happen?

Jin glanced down at the saber and smiled, “I heard so much about the marigold saber.”

“Like what?”

“I know that she transforms into a human, that kind of stuff.”

The silence on the boat made Yoongi feel uncomfortable but he quickly shook his head, “W-What do you mean?”

“Namjoon is my weapon. You don’t have to hide it from us.” 

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon and then back at Jin, “Did my father know this? About the saber?”

“If he did, he never told us. Namjoon knew because he felt a connection at the temple. He assumed you were the next wielder for the marigold saber.”

Yoongi took the saber out of his belt loop and stared down with a sigh escaping. He touched the crystal and Y/N appeared looking at them with a shocked look, “There are other weapons! Yoongi told me there was no more.” 

Namjoon let out a small laugh and kept his eyes on the sky, “There isn’t a lot left. So, of course, Yoongi wouldn’t know they existed.” 

She turned towards Yoongi with a frown, “You lied to me.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t know, there’s a difference.” He glanced back at Jin with a serious look, “Where are we going?” 

“We need to go to Phiaserat. We have to have the council know that the Marigold is back in existence and has a new wielder.”

Yoongi glanced at Y/N and then back at Jin, “How long would that take?”

“At least a week because we have to stop in a town for gas. Hopefully-”

Before Jin could finish his sentence, something hard hit the boat and caused it to get damaged. The hit was so hard that Y/N fell backward into Yoongi’s arm and with a natural response, he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tight. Protecting her from whatever will happen. Jin glanced over his shoulders and saw that they were the same pirates that were attacking the main ship. Jin glanced at Y/N with a serious expression, “We need to fight them.” 

Y/N’s face turned into a shock and glanced at Namjoon, “How are we going to fight them? I-I-”

“Namjoon transforms into a gun and you can use your special powers. We need to act fast before it turns bad. Let’s go.” 

Y/N nodded her head and turned towards Yoongi, “Are you ready?”

He nodded his head and as soon as their foreheads touched, he was ready to fight. Namjoon set the glider on autopilot and prayed that it could glide safely to the ground. Jin snapped his fingers and Namjoon transformed into a sniper rifle. He turned towards Yoongi and nodded his head, “Good luck.”

“Thanks?” Yoongi glanced down at the sword and sighed, “What are you doing Y/N?”

“Walk on air.”

“A fucking excuse me?” 

“Trust me okay. Just go on the edge and take a step, I’ll take care of the rest. Okay?”

Yoongi leaned forward and looked down, only now realizing how high they were. He swallowed his spit and nodded his head, “You won’t kill me?”

“Yoongi, no. I won’t kill you okay? Trust me.”

Jin looked through his small scope and aimed at the crew shooting cannons toward them, “Namjoon are you ready?” 

“Always.”

With that, Jin shot a bullet but it wasn’t a normal one. The bullet was covered in poison making sure whoever was hit was brought down. The bullet flew through the sky and hit the crew in the chest. The loud gasp echoed through the air and he held his chest in pain. The poison quickly went through his skin and he started coughing up blood. Jin smirked at this, “Good job, Joon.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and put his foot on the ledge. He closed his eyes and put his foot out, “Please don’t kill me.” He put his foot out and when put his weight down, he didn’t fall. He looked down and saw an air bubble holding him up, “Oh, thank god.”

“I told you to trust me.” 

Yoongi started walking slowly and then he started running towards the boat, “Y/N, what do I do?”

“We’ll use my soundwave, it will be powerful enough to send them backward and away from us. Just swing the sword forward and I'll take care of it.” 

“Okay, I trust you.” He did what he was told and watched the waves erupt from the metal. They were so powerful against his palm that he watched his skin vibrate. He held his ground and when the sound waves hit the boat, they were sent back with them screaming away. Yoongi watched them and put his saber down with a shocked face, “You're really strong...”

“It was because you trust me...we have a bond now you know.”

“Thanks...thanks for not letting me die?” 

“You're not good with words.”

“I’m sorry...”

“No, no...I like it.”

Before Yoongi could say anything, Jin yelled out to them, “Guys come back!!! We need to try and land this boat!” 

“Can we do that, Y/N?”

“Of course, we can. We can do anything together.”

Yoongi smiled to himself and felt his heart flutter a bit. He yelled back to Jin, “We’ll land this boat!”

“Okay! Once we land, we’ll fix the boat. We’ll camp for tonight!” 

Night time came and everyone was sitting by the fire. Jin made everyone soup and he was sitting next to Namjoon talking about something. Y/N looked at Yoongi and gave him a small smile, “I’m going to the river.”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “For what?” 

“I just want to be by the water. It's peaceful, want to come?” 

Yoongi glanced at Jin and saw that he was immersed in the conversation with Namjoon, he probably wouldn’t notice. He looked back at Y/N and nodded his head, “Sure...”

She stood up and when he followed her, she intertwined their fingers together and whisked him off. They went through the tall trees and Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so lively and had this gentleness to her that he couldn’t explain it. They made it towards the river and she turned towards him with excitement, “Are you ready?”

“What are we doing exactly?”

She tilted her head towards that, allowing the moonlight to highlight her eyes, “We’re going to walk on water together and sit. We can learn more about each other.” 

He nodded his head and held his hand out toward her. She glanced down at his hand and then back at him with a small laugh, “Do you want me to hold your hand?” 

“Isn’t that how-”

“I do want to hold your hand.”

She placed her hand on his and gently pulled him towards her. The two put their feet on the river and they started to head towards the center. Y/N glanced at Yoongi and stopped, “Is this okay?”

“This is fine.” The two sat on the water and he glanced down at the water, “Is this your air power?” 

“Yeah, unless you want to take a swim.” 

He let out a small laugh and she looked at him with a surprised look, “Wow! You actually laughed and it didn’t sound sarcastic.”

“I can laugh, you just have to be funny.”

“I am funny, you're just boring.” 

He scoffed at this and gently flicked her forehead causing her to laugh. She rubbed her forehead and he glanced down at her with a soft smile on his face. When she opened her eyes she saw that he was looking at her and she suddenly felt shy, she’s never felt this way before. She bit her lip and glanced down at his hand. She placed her hand on top of his, making Yoongi glance down, “You really like my hands.” 

“I do...they make me feel safe.” 

“That’s good. I make you feel safe with me?”

She nodded her head and looked up at him with a sincere look, “I do...I want to protect you.”

“Likewise.”

Her eyes widened and she leaned forward with sparkles in her eyes, “You want to protect me?” 

He felt his face get hot at how close she was and he nodded his head, “Of course I want to protect you...”

“That makes me so happy.”

“Why? Shin protected you.”

“With you it's different.”

He glanced at her and then back at the moon with his red face, “Is that a good thing?”

“It is...I like different things. I like you.” 

“I-I like you too..”

She looked at him and smiled. She leaned her head against his arm and he was shocked at the action but he didn’t hate it. He brought his arm up to wrap around her shoulder and she couldn’t help herself from nuzzling her head into his arm. They stayed like that with the moonlight shining on them and the fireflies surrounding them. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It took the group two weeks to fix the boat. It took them a week to find the supplies and then another week to fix the boat. During the two weeks, Y/N and Yoongi went to the river almost every night to spend time together. She learned about his childhood and he learned about her time with the king. Jin and Namjoon noticed the two getting closer and thought it was cute, which is why it took two weeks. They wanted the two to get closer. 

Within two weeks, Yoongi didn’t hear anything from his father. He was worried about his father but he knew that his father was hard to kill, he had to be alive, right? He asked Jin and Namjoon if they heard anything from the crew or even his father but nothing. They told him that the attack could’ve hit the communication line and that's why. He was hoping that was the reason.   

They went forward to Phiaserat and during this time, Yoongi missed those times he had with Y/N. It was peaceful, he didn’t have to keep an eye out for danger and drove the ship once in a while. He just wanted to be with Y/N and he didn’t know why exactly. They stopped at the town that was near Phiaserat and decided today was going to be a free day. Jin and Namjoon went off to look at swords while Y/N took Yoongi to a cafe.

Yoongi opened the door for Y/N and she ran into the building with excitement. She looked at the menu and pointed at it, making Yoongi smile softly, “They have white cake, we haven’t had that for a long time.” 

“We never had it together.”

“Oh? Really? Let’s change that now.” 

He let out a laugh and ordered the two cakes as Y/N found them a seat. The two sat together and she looked at the busy walkway with a smile, “It’s so fun here.”

“It’s loud but it’s not too bad.” 

“I like it. They're going to have a flower festival, I saw it on a flier. It’s going to be in the main square, can we go?” 

He saw her looking at him with that innocent look and he couldn’t help his face getting red, “Yeah we can go.” 

“Oh, that’s so exciting! I love flowers, they're so pretty.” 

Just like you. The two ate their cakes as Y/N continued to show her excitement about the flower festival but as she did it, there was some icing on the corner of her mouth. Yoongi leaned forward and gently brushed away the icing with his thumb which caused Y/N to freeze in her spot. His thumb felt so soft against her skin and it made her feel so shy. He saw her shy expression and a smirk appeared, “You okay?”

“I-I’m okay.” 

The sun went down and evening arrived. The sky was light purple with orange hues, it was beautiful. The two went to the town square holding hands as everyone in town was getting excited about the festival. All around there were flower booths and Yoongi took a marigold off. He tapped Y/N’s shoulder causing her to turn around with a confused face. Yoongi gave her a soft look and pushed some hair back, placing the flower into her hair. 

She let out a small giggle and kissed the side of his hand, “You need a matching one now.” 

She grabbed another marigold and placed it behind his ear with a shy smile. She placed a kiss on his cheek. When she pulled away, she grabbed his wrist and went towards the front to watch the different flower floats. She clapped her hands when each float went by but he couldn’t focus on the flowers, only on her. When the last float came by, she went toward them and started talking to them. Yoongi smiled to himself as he watched interact with everyone. It was nice to see her so excited to talk to anyone. He looked away for a second when he heard excited gasps, it was just a jester handing out flowers to the little kids. He let out a small chuckle but that chuckle quickly disappeared when he saw a man talking to Y/N. It was clear he was interested in her with the way he kept leaning towards her and this annoyed him. He glared at the scene and walked towards them with heavy footsteps. 

“I like these flowers because-AH!”

Yoongi grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the guy. Before he left, he sent one last glare to him, “Let’s go, Y/N.”

“Eh?”

Yoongi continued to drag her and she looked at his back with a confused look, “Yo-Yoongi? What’s wrong?” Yoongi didn’t answer the question as they went down the long alleyway. He gently pushed her against the wall and slammed his hand near her head. She tilted her head at him as he leaned towards her, “Yoongi, are you okay?”

“I don’t like him near you...”

“Eh? He was just asking about flowers..”

“He was too close.”

“Eh-”

Yoongi leaned down and gently placed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened at the softness but she slowly closed them when she melted in the kiss. He tilted his head and his tongue slowly entered into her mouth as she accepted it. He leaned away and looked down at her face to see her cheeks bright red and out of breath. He went down to his neck and she let out a small moan when she felt him kissing his neck, “Yoongi~! We're outside...”

He moved his hand up her thighs and brought her into another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in closer as his hand went up higher. He pulled away and brought his hand up to gently grab her boob. She grabbed his wrist and covered her mouth as she let out another moan, “Yoongi~..” 

“Fuck, Y/N, turned around.” 

“Eh?” 

She turned around and she looked over her shoulder to see Yoongi unbuckling his pants. She felt her face get hotter when she saw his length glistening in the light above him. He moved up his shirt and looked down to see a big wet spot. He let out a small groan at the sight, she looked back at him with her big eyes, “Y/N fuck...” 

He grabbed his cock and took a deep breath before putting it in, just the thought of him being in her was making him go crazy. She let out a loud moan when she felt him and couldn’t help getting louder, “Y/N...your voice...”

He put his hand over her mouth and she started to suck on his fingers. His eyes widened at this and he felt his body get hotter. He turned her head and looked at her with a shy face, “Do-Don’t let other guys talk to you like that...only I can.” 

She blinked her eyes at this and she let out a wide smile appear on her red face, “Yes!~” 

He leaned down and kissed her again as he thrust into her. He swore he could die at that moment. Her soft lips on his and the way she was tight around him was making him lose focus. This was the greatest feeling for the both of them. He didn’t want this to end. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Just go down the hall and the door on the left is the council.” Jin gave the guard a smile and went up to the group with a smile. They were finally in Phiaserat, this was a big moment for Yoong and Y/N, this was going to let her stay with him forever and no one could rip her away from him. They knew what could happen to their well-being if they did that. The relationship between Yoongi and Y/N became stronger, they weren’t together per se but they knew they had a strong bond. A bond that made both of their hearts flutter. 

“Are you guys ready?” 

Y/N glanced at Yoongi and nodded her head, “I’m ready. Yoon, are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” 

He grabbed her hand and gave her a small smile as she returned it. Namjoon glanced at Jin and gave him a thumbs up at the scene in front of them. They all walked towards the door and before they opened Y/N glanced at Yoongi with a nervous smile, “Are you sure you want this?”

He raised his eyebrow at her and nodded his head, “Of course I want this.”

“Are you sure? You're going to be with me forever.”   

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Her eyes widened and she felt her face get hot, “Really?” 

“Really.” 

Jin opened the door and They saw seven men sitting on a raised platform making sure they were looking down at whoever entered. Y/n’s grip got tighter and Yoongi rubbed her knuckles to relax her. One of the men at the platform leaned forward to look at her and then at Jin, “Registration?” 

“Correct sir.” 

“Will the weapon and wielder step forward so we can start the process?” 

Y/N and Yoongi did what they were asked to do. While Y/N felt scared under their eyes, Yoongi was standing strong, wanting nothing but to have Y/N to be with him forever. Another man spoke up and it caused Y/N to jump, “Names.” 

“Min Yoongi.” 

“L/N YN.”

The room got quiet and this made her feel even more uneasy. There was a loud gasp and the same man that asked them to step forward, got down his platform. He walked towards her and she wanted to disappear, “You're the Marigold saber...it’s been centuries since we’ve heard of you.” 

She glanced at Yoongi and then back at the man, “I am...”

“This is your wielder? We can't go with him.”

Yoongi glared at him and moved in front of her, “And why is that?” 

“She’s royal property.” 

“The fuck she is. I’m her wielder and you are not taking her away from me.”

The man glared at Yoongi and let out an unamused laugh, “You can’t be serious. She should be used for research.”

“You are not touching her.”

“Guards!” 

Yoongi's eyes widened and watched the doors open to see guards coming in with swords. Namjoon and Jin glared at the guards that were surrounding them. Yoongi pushed Y/N to be completely behind him as he glared at the guards all around them, “What do you think you're doing?” 

“I told you we need her for research, she should be a part of the museum.” 

“You're not going to take her away from me. It’s not happening.” 

“You’re doing a disservice to this country-”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I’m not even here from this country.” Before anyone could say anything, the roof above broke and people landed around them. Yoongi was shocked when the person turned around, “Dad?” 

“Go to the third floor and complete the registration. Once you do that, they can’t take her away from you.”

“Dad-”

“Go now.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and turned towards Y/N, “Are you ready?”

“Always, with you.”

They touched their foreheads and Yoongi was ready to fight. Yoongi drew an “X” in the air and blasted away the guards that were blocking their way. He glanced at Jin and Namjoon, “You ready.” 

“Let’s go!” 

Namjoon transformed into two pistols and Jin followed Yoongi up the stairs. There was screaming and groans that echoed through the building. Jin with his skilled shooting was making things easier for Yoongi and with Y/N’s power, the soundwaves echoed through the stoned stairwell. Jin shot someone in the head and looked at Yoongi, “Go into the room! It’s on the left!” 

Yoongi ran and opened the door wide. He closed the door and locked the door as there was banging on the wooden door. He touched the orange crystal and watched Y/N look at him with a determined look, “Are you ready?” 

“Forever?”

He cupped her face and brought her in a quick kiss,“Forever.”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

do you think Seb has given Chris orals while he's driving? 😌

I think that Sebastian has sure fucking tried.

Baby gags, literally, for that dick. However. Chris just,, can't. He can't let him do it.

As much as he loves Sebastian's mouth and will rarely RARELY turn down getting his dick wet that way (or any way at all when it involves Seb), Chris also loves safety. To rephrase--I mean, that that man is a s l u t for safety, and especially, a slut for keeping the people he loves safe. In part, it's society's conditioning of manhood as being the "protector" and "provider" that makes him that way, but it's also that he truly feels the best when he knows the people he loves are as safe as he can assure them in a mostly uncontrollable world. It's a fundamental part of him.

So, as hot as the idea is, I don't think Chris would ever be able to follow through with letting Sebastian give him a blow job while he's driving.

What if he crashes? What if a crash hurts Sebastian? What if a crash hurts a pedestrian? What if they get caught? What if they get arrested and go to jail? What if they get put on some list? What if they're are outed and their careers crash and burn?

All the horrible scenaroes always run through Chris's mind, and it's too much for him. It's a fun and hot concept in a vacuum, but when it's unfolding in reality... no way. Chris just can't follow through.

The closest they probably ever get to car shenanigans happening is something like this fic by Minnie--

"Baby, you can drive my car" by @musette22

Or, I think the closest they probably ever get is Chris springing a game of red light, green light on Sebastian.

I don't actually know if that's the name for the concept I'm thinking of (or if the concept I'm about to describe is common outside my particular version of the kink community), but red light, green light, in a sexual context, is when driving, the driver and passenger take either an active or passive role in pleasuring the other person. The active person will pleasure the passive person when they stop at a red light. Then, when the light turns green, the active person will stop as they continue driving.

In this case, I am imagining that Chris would be the active partner, reaching over to palm Sebastian through his pants when they're stopped at a red light. When they're stopped, Chris feels up the bulge of Sebastian's hard dick without actually jerking him off. Without touching him under his pants and underwear. This is all over his clothes. And Chris is just giving him some friction. Some pressure. The toe-curling stimulation is enough to get Sebastian desperate, but not enough to get him off.

It's a tease.

That's the point.

Chris wants to wind Sebastian up and up and up until he breaks. He's always so beautiful when he cracks. Back arching. Mouth agape. Moaning. Turning the most pornographic shade of pink.

So, when they're stuck at a red light, Chris has fun with Sebastian. Playing with Sebastian. But, when the light turns green--immediately, when the light turns green--Chris takes his hand away and places it back on the stick shift or steering wheel. Not Sebastian.

It leaves poor Sebastian whining and pouting. Unhappy about the loss. Complaining as the attention from Chris is ripped away. Ripped away almost so completely that he feels ignored--neglected while Chris is driving.

All he can focus on, without new pleasure, is the tight ache still in him. The presence of need deep in his gut and low around the base of his cock. In the car, there are no distractions. Just the blur of sights around them. Just the muted sound of the engine and AC. Just the handsome profile of Chris' face. His nose and jaw and, oh, God, Sebastian can't even look at him without squirming in his seat. Pressing his legs together, feeling the pressure, then spreading his legs wide to cool himself off.

Eventually, after enough red lights, then a stretch of green lights (Seb would've never thought he'd curse green lights, usually it's the other way around), Sebastian starts begging. No longer are short complaints and silent pouts enough. He has to beg.

He means to beg to be allowed to touch himself. And, no, Chris, he will not be a distraction! He will not put on a show, moaning and swearing. He wouldn't. He wouldn't perform for Chris until he's forced to pull over and have sex on the side of this very open, public road. Why would Chris even think that?! But that isn't what comes out of his mouth. His mouth has a mind of its own, with its own motivations. And...

Sebastian, embarrassingly, ends up begging Chris to let him blow him. Not for his own pleasure, but for Chris'--he aches to taste Chris' pleasure.

But, Chris won't let him. He tells him it's too dangerous. As much as it pains him to turn down the offer. No.

Seb complains loudly this time. He's outright whining now. Petualant. It's annoying to his own ears, but he can't help it. He wants.

When they hit another red light, Sebastian tries to dryly scoff (it doesn't really work, it comes out all breathy with pleasure), "oh, b-but this isn't, ngh, this isn't dangerous?" Nodding down to where Chris is firmly massaging, firmly gripping him through his pants.

"No," Chris says simply. Pressing harder. Unbothered entirely as he continues to touch him.

"Guh--" Sebastian lets the sound burst out of his chest. Perfectly intelligent and coherent, of course.

Just as Seb's fingers begin to hurt from grabbing the door handle and center console so tightly, the light turns green.

Fuck.

The heavy, warm presence of Chris' hand leaves.

"Nooo-" Sebastian strings out.

"It's not dangerous," Chris isn't even looking at him as he talks now. He's staring straight ahead at the road, both hands firmly on the steering wheel. Completely put together, unlike Sebastian. "I'm not distracted when I'm driving. When we're sitting, I'm keeping one eye on the light, and it's not like we're moving, so it's fine. I can handle it."

Seb whimpers; he wants Chris to look over at him, he wants Chris to see him, squirming in his seat, flushed from his cheeks down to the collar of his shirt, and sweating enough to make his back stick to the seat through his shirt. Then, on top of it all, he's also so achy in his pants. Throbbing.

If--

If only, he would just--

Touch him.

Let him touch him.

Please.

Chris continues, unphased and stating, matter-of-factly, "I wouldn't be able to handle your mouth. Your mouth is too good, sweet boy."

Sebastian melts more into his seat with a hoarse moan. The praise rocks through him.

"I'm glad you agree," Chris chuckles and pats his thigh, so close to where Seb needs his touch but too far away at the same time.

If they don't hit any more red lights on the way back to the apartment, he's gonna cry.

That wasn't super long, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also enjoy that fic from Minnie because 🤌🏻It's So Fucking Good🤌🏻 it's a whole ass meal.

[chaos-grimlin]

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (poly Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader story)

(HI! Author here! Before we start I'd like to say that I have updated the list of characters I will do for requests! And I will be working on those! Also if you'd like to get instantly notified when I update comment ima start a tag list since people love this book

..onto the chapter!)

Word count" 1029

Chapter 22- scratches and hot chocolate

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

As Dewey drove the police cruiser he glanced over at Y/n, seeing her claw and stratch at her own skin till it bled

"Stop that" Dewey muttered as he took once hand off the steering wheel and moved Y/ns hand away from her bleeding arm.

"I hate myself Dewey..sometimes death seems better then living...I feel uncomfortable in my own skin...I..I feel dirty no matter how many times I shower..I can't get those fuckers out of my mind..they plague my mind like a sickness...they haunt my dreams and make it impossible for me to sleep..I...I can't take it anymore!" Y/n started crying again as she rambled on

Dewey looked at her with soft eyes "listen..I promise...I'll help you through this...okay?" He said offering a soft smile to her.

He knew he couldn't fully fix what happened but he knew he, her friends, and boyfriend could help make her life worth living again.

"And I personally swear on everything that I'll find the sick disgusting people that did this and put them behind bars...so they won't be able to get  you again" his voice was soft as he spoke to her, he spoke to her as if she was his sister or..his daughter.

"It'll all be okay" he said "just don't hurt yourself...okay?" He added

"I'll..I'll try"

"Try as hard as you can..I believe in you..

Your a strong girl Y/n..physically and mentally..and trust me...both me and Randy will be with you every step of the way"

With that Dewey reached his free hand upwards to her head and ruffled her hair slightly causing a small yet faint smile spread onto y/ns lips.

After a few minutes, Dewey parked the car infront of the police station and got out.

Dewey knew better then to leave Y/n alone, especially after all that she has said to him in the car.

"Come on Y/n...you can stay here till school's over" Dewey said with a soft smile as he opened her door for her.

"Thank you" Y/n whispered, her voice strained as she slowly stepped out of the car, her body trembling.

"Once we go in I'll see if I can find you something to eat or snack on" Dewey said as he started waking slowly, waiting for Y/n to follow him.

Y/n followed him, trailing close to his side. She felt herself feel comfortable around him. After what happened she lost her trust with everyone...

Sidney

Tatum

Stu

Billy

Everyone but Randy who had came to the hospital just to make sure she felt okay and safe.

Now she felt as if she has Dewey.

Dewey walked into the station keeping a close eye on Y/n till they made it to his desk.

"Sit here okay? Ima go find you something" he said.

Y/n nodded as she sat down on the chair at his desk. Then, she watched at Dewey walked off, leaving her at the desk.

Her bloodshot e/c eyes wondered around his desk, eyeing the countless small items he had scattered on his desk.

She was tempted to touch them or fiddle with them to maybe ease her racing mind but instead her right hand found it's way back to her left arm and she started to scratch at it relentlessly.

She felt as if she'd feel better if she could cut off all of her skin.

She left a warm liquid coat her finger tips, then she looked down, seeing the bright red blood lightly coat her fingers.

"Y/n I'm bac....y/n..." The semi happy tone in Dewey's voice dropped when he seen Y/ns arm.

Dewey sighed and put down the candy and hot chocolate he had found for her. "You said just moments ago you wouldn't hurt yourself" he whispered looking at her, sadness laced both his voice and his eyes.

"I'm sorry" Y/n forced out as she hung her head.  She felt..guilt...rise in her body, filler her throat, causing her to struggle to breathe.

"It's..okay..come here" Dewey spoke as if he understood why she was doing all of this.

Dewey held out his hand to her, which Y/n slowly took.

Dewey led her to a small sink in the office and turned on the water.

"Put your arm under it while I grab some bandages" Dewey said looking at her, as if waiting for her to move.

Y/n nodded, not daring to speak as she slipped her arm under the water, and once she did, Dewey walked off.

She whinced slightly, feeling the cold water wash away the blood from her arm, the feeling made her clench her jaw as she watched the bright red fade down the drain.

Dewey was back in no time with a small first aid kit and a dry wash cloth.

"Can I see your arm?" He asked softly

Y/n slowly pulled her arm out from under the sink and moved it to Dewey.

Dewey slowly wiped away the water from her arm then disinfected the wound before gently wrapping it in gauze. (I can't spell the word)

"There"

"Thank you" Y/n muttered.

"I got you some things" Dewey said his eyes dashing over to his desk.

"I didn't know what you liked so I just got you some candy and a hot chocolate..it was all I can find"

"Thank you Dewey"

"No problem..now you can head back to NY desk..I got to make a few calls...but I'll have someone keep an eye on you okay?"

"Okay..."

At that Y/n walked back to Dewey's desk, seeing the candy and the now semi hot chocolate waiting for her..

After maybe 15 minutes a voice rang through the station...a voice Y/n knew too well...

"Y/N?! Shit! No no where is Y/n I think I have a right to see her....what do you mean kick me out?! Get the sheriff I bet he'd let me see her!"

[rubberduckyrye]

Okay so it's been a hot minute since I read your fics(I should reread them soon) but the fics/parts that stick out to me is.

That part in the chapter 5 fic where Kaito saves Kokichi, where Kaito gives Kokichi the makeshift antidote and he almost dies.

That soulmate chapter 5 fic with the kiss and color.

The introductions in twins au(specifically Mui and Gonta's), and the part where Monokuma starts beating up the kubs and Kokichi comforts Kurochi.

That part where the warriors of hope tend to Kokichi's wound.

That Kokichi Kurochi hotel fic where Kokichi reveals that secret.

Oh and the part in your wanderer fic when he sees his memories, specifically that scene where he starts panicking due to seeing how a certain doctor treated him.

(this is just off the top of my head/the first ones I thought of)

In relation to this post!

RWBY I SAID ONE FIC, NOT 6--

fmdknjkngjfngkd

I'm so happy that you like so many of my fics--and especially my Genshin fics, since you don't play Genshin :'D Honestly I'm sorely tempted to make a full LP of Genshin and like 50% of my inspiration is so you can watch it and get the lore tbh--

Okay, let's go through them one by one!

How to Stay Behind the Doors of Life - One of the first RPs turned into fanfic, I cannot talk about this without giving @aroseandapen credit here too! While I did ficify it, my favorite part of it was actually roleplaying it. Writing with L is extremely fun, 10/10 I highly recommend

Our Colorless World - This fic!!! I sometimes come back to this fic, and I just. Oof. This fic was fun to write because it's one of the few times where I technically wrote a tragic ending instead of a happy one. Fun fact: If I ever write a tragic ending, I always imagine an AU extension of the ending where the fic continues and it's revealed that everyone's alive and they get a chance to heal from the Trauma. In this fic's case, it's a VRAU and Kaito has to win over Kokichi after realizing their soulmates. ANYWAY. My favorite part to write for this fic was probably Kokichi's story about the boy under the yellow slide up until the end. Just, so much oof that Kokichi knew his own soulmate hated his guts and thought he was the worst person in existence...... and still hoping (but not expecting) a second kiss from the person he was bound to. There's a lot of tragedy in this fic hhhhhh

Danganronpa V3R: Graduation - Twins AU, Twins AU! I knew this one would come up, hueueueue. Twins AU has a special place in my heart and forever will, and I really aim to one day complete and post the fic in full. While Twins AU had a lot of RPing done with L, I actually think my favorite part to write (and subsequently, to reread) was the introduction of the fic itself. I tend to go hard with surreal imagery and I think that it's one of my strong suits in writing--so of course to this day the introduction of Twins AU is such fire that I can barely hold it without burning myself from how much I love it. I'm currently editing Twins AU's prologue and what little I had done for chapter 1, so hopefully the scene is even better now!

A Change of Fate - Hey, this is the commission you got from me! I had a feeling you might bring this one up too~ Writing this fic was overall a very interesting change of pace as I was HEAVILY in the Genshin Fixation at the time--I think I ended up putting this fic on hold for a long time in favor of "Chasing the Voided Moon" actually (I'm still sorry for that, the fixation wheel refused to free me--) and tbh it did remind me that I love the Twins so very much. I think my favorite part to write was when Junko appeared--there's something very cathartic about writing a really chaotic evil character, not gonna lie. But I also liked how Kokichi was acting during that confrontation--it was overall a great interaction.

Can you really call this a Hotel, there weren't even Mints on the Pillows - To this date this fic has the LONGEST name, and I love that for it. The chapter you're talking about was really fun to RP and ficify, too! Kokichi finally revealing that he saw Kurochi's half-written suicide note is oof. However, I think that the Korekiyo chapter deserves some credit too, since it does change the context of the LSE to one of BDSM and consent than... whatever the fuck canon was trying to do LMAO. Still, this is ALSO a fic I plan on continuing for Twins AU! I even think I know which character will appear in the next chapter >:3

Chasing the Voided Moon - The fact that you've read this fic and enjoyed it even without knowing much context for Genshin is a thing I take GREAT pride in. Though it's actually interesting that you chose that scene in particular, since the favorite scenes of that fic are often chapter 12 and chapter 16. Yet I think you're right in that there is a haunting, disgusting revelation in that chapter that is never spoken, but doesn't need to be spoken. The fact that it is canon that Wanderer's body was mutilated to the point where the big robot he was put in was his life support and his initial reaction to the idea being "Yeah that sounds about the same as what Dottore's done to me before" is. Honestly the fact that Scaramouche theorists on YT miss the severe torture/abuse implications of that scene in canon alone is staggering. It's definitely not a top favorite of the fanfic, but it really does highlight that Scaramouche didn't just suffer three really bad instances of trauma and nothing else happened to him--he endured so much off screen that was so heavily implied, and who knows how much for how long. Anyway murder maim kill Dottore. Though as for my favorite par to write... I'm sorry to say, it is chapter 16 :'D I went hard on that chapter and I'm very proud of it. Chapter 12 too, but I prefer catharsis over pure angst tbh.

[onebloodsoakedlion]

Things I don't like about The Legend of Zelda - Tears of the Kingdom

While Tears of the Kingdom is a really, REALLY great game, it still has flaws because... well... one can't always be perfect. Or please absolutely everyone. And that's okay.

By the way, this is just my silly little opinion, and while you may agree with some of the things I find fault with, there could be things you think are just fine with this game. Also, spoilers for the game, I guess.

Sage controls are really annoying Basically trying to use the Sages' powers is a pain in the butt. You need to go up to them and press A to activate their powers. Which would be great if not for the fact that they're constantly moving around in battle or there are items on the ground and you just want to pick those up. (I'm looking at YOU, Tulin and Riju!) My idea to fix this would be to have a Sage menu that you can access, either by having it replace the Map or Amiibo in the Ability menu, or have the menu appear when you hold down ↓ on the D-Pad and selecting a Sage will prompt them to lend you their power. However, when you're in the air or riding a vehicle, activating Tulin and Yunobo, respectively, can remain the same just because it's faster. Hell, you could probably use the X button to summon or dismiss Sages from this very menu! However, I will admit that the Sage powers suffer far less from Too Awesome to Use, since their cooldowns are far, far shorter!

WHY IS THE MAP AN L BUTTON ABILITY!?!? A minor one, but it's VERY annoying for me. Why have it as an L Button ability when most of the time, it's probably even faster to access by opening the Purah Pad. This "ability" should be off the wheel and and spot freed for something else. Like calling on the Sages' powers or something new altogether.

The elemental fruits are the only source of their respective buffs, and even then they're far too weak. Fire Fruits, Ice Fruits, Shock Fruits and Splash Fruits seem to be the only way to get meals with Hot Weather Attack, Cold Weather Attack, Stormy Weather Attack and Swim Speed Up respectively. Meaning you can't use meals instead of armour in the case you want to have more defence or a different set bonus. You will never get a Level 3 meal of any of these buffs, and pretty much the only way to even get a Level 2 meal is to get lucky with the Monster Extract. I would personally either add more powerful buff ingredients or just make the elemental fruits themselves stronger when it comes to cooking.

Dream house... more like... nightmare house... kinda... Don't get me wrong, the house you get to build in Tears of the Kingdom is pretty awesome but... COME ON, just 15 rooms!? Nothing to connect them with other than squares and triangles!? Plus, what you see is what you get. There's no ability for a room to be sealed off from the outside by extra walls if you have a room that is partially exposed. Plus, the tiny room limit makes it less viable to use purely aesthetic rooms such as the Study and Gallery. To fix this, I would personally remove the room limit or raise it by... a lot. I'd add more choices for empty rooms, such as hallways, L shapes and more. I'd also have configurable walls so that no room interior is left exposed to the elements or monsters. I'd probably let the player paint them, too. If certain room types really were a larger strain on performance (e.g. equipment stands), I'd have limits on those individual rooms (e.g. you can have up to three Weapon Stand Rooms).

Aaaaaaand that's all I can think of. And that's pretty good, actually. But ToTK is a brilliant game regardless of these flaws. And I love playing it!

[sanchoyo]

taking a long moment to think abt what kind of car owners/drivers my ocs would be. everyone should do this. car headcanons........

Queen & Arilla- I do think her and Arilla would share a vehicle actually. Arilla insisted they get a soccer mom minivan because its practical (if it were up to Queen it would've been one of those reaaaalllly tiny EVs) she has a first aid kit in there and he has a ton of other stuff like sunblock and extra sunglasses for passengers. Arilla is going to be ON the GPS NO music because that is distracting NO eating in the car because you'll make a mess in here. he will nag Queen while shes driving but not as bad as Pereskia does, and Queen WOULD try to be careful. but she's also the type of person to pull over when she sees roadkill to look at it. So. Erm. I do also think Arilla would have extra clothes in the car just in case and grab stuff Queen might forget, like her makeup bag or whatever. Arilla would let Queen do the driving because his vision isn't so good. I think the one thing Queen would get kind of annoyed at is him forcing her to pull over somewhere to sleep when she wants to try and drive thru the night. (they both end up having too much caffeine anytime they go anywhere regardless)

Saguaro- saguaro is legally blind and should NOT BE DRIVING. they would be ur passenger. also if you want fast food when driving anywhere they would make you get some very healthy overpriced vegan option and no real greasy fast food like burgers or fries or whatever. and would probably put on a religious talkshow type podcast and would insist you listen with an open mind (even if you say ur not into that) otherwise would be chill with whatever ur doing.

Pereskia- pereskia has the drivers manual and laws memorized and follows them to a kind of annoying degree. like she will not go even one mile over the speed limit. she'll spend 20 mins checking the car over before you go ANYWHERE (checks tires, ALL of the oil levels, adjust seats and mirrors, making sure everyone is buckled before the car even starts) she ONLY uses paper maps as she would be the type to not trust GPS. the car is always full of gas, it never gets even close to being half-full, and she does have a mechanic on speed dial. do NOT let her be a passenger because she will be the worst backseat driver in history. you will not be able to do anything right. let her drive. I think she would have like…a jeep. practical but still kind of sporty yknow. or a Truck, but a very practical smaller one. not one of those big honky gas guzzler ones.

Erdisia- deliberately goes slow in the fast lane to piss people off. also rides peoples bumpers and honks way too much. would run stop lights on purpose as well. has 23234 cute bumper stickers tho. her car would be a hot pink monster truck. her music would be bass boosted and way too loud (it would be cute metal and kind of a slay tho) if you let her be your passenger she'll insist on sitting in the back even if she's the only passenger and will kick your seat. do not get in a car with her either way.

Tunillo- would drive a cybertruck. i dont think I need to say more. (I will say he also has ungodly amounts of road rage too but I think maybe that would go hand in hand with being a general jackass behind the wheel)

Persimmon- kind of a passenger seat princess and doesn't want to drive. she would be great at managing the music. however if you force her to drive she's going to be very absentminded, unfortunately I do think she would be someone who would text and drive or put makeup on while driving. also she would always go get expensive coffee at the drivethru and 'forget' her wallet if shes driving. I also think she would be a strictly AC NO windows open girl because 'omg you'll mess up my hair!!' (eventually she would get over this and just tie it up tho) her car would at least always smell good? idk what she would drive, probably a small car of some kind but it would be very nice on the inside, and somewhat new with like, pretty matching covers for the seats and steering wheel. surprises everyone when the car breaks down by being able to fix it herself with ease (but ewww the grease. she will complain the entire time) when shes a passenger shes going to end up sleeping even if she pinky promises to stay up with u during a long drive.

Mira- she's going to get mad if you don't listen to the playlist she carefully curated for the ride regardless of if she's driving or not (its all magical girl anime OSTs) but otherwise would be a good driver, I think. She would want to get little treats every time you go out, like a lil milkshake, but will buy you one too, unlike Persi. I do think she would rather be looking out the window instead of driving, and would have a slight tendency to get distracted by scenery but nothing too bad. She would be assigning everyone in the car 'roles' and would get mad if u don't play along tho. like if you're on snack distribution duty you better be keeping an eye on how everyone in the car is feeling!!! or if she wants to play a car game like 20 questions or eye spy u BETTER indulge her or she'll be upset (she has planned out a bunch of them for this trip and has a very specific idea of how she wants this road trip to go!) her car would be pretty normal looking from the outside, but with like, a bumper sticker and bobble head on the dash of her fav magical girl series. and probably has stuffed animals in the car. she unfortunately would not like u using the AC at all ever tho bc its 'bad for the environment and the open windows keep it just as cool!!' (they do not) (this is a point of contention between her and Persimmon…)

Aqua- she would have a built in GPS! (epic win) except she would follow it even if it was slightly outdated, or if there was roadwork. like 'oh, well, the GPS says its fine!' *drives into a lake while everyone in the car is screaming at her not to'. I do think she would also struggle to hold a conversation or multitask while driving because she would be SO focused on a Single Task. if another driver on the road is doing something wrong I cannot see her handling it in a normal way (trying to just focus on defensive driving) but instead she would. try to correct them. going in the wrong lane? aw, buddy, ill nudge u back in the correct one gently with my car :) not even maliciously! just NO common sense, probably do not get in the car with her driving.

Masayume- her driving entirely depends on if Mira is in the car or not. if she is, she's going to be making sure Mira's feeling good and getting so distracted by her she starts swerving and running stop signs on accident while complimenting Mira's music taste and giggling with her. If Mira's not in the car it would probably be Fine. Maybe. (sort of also depends who else is in the car or if she's alone I guess)

Sapote- Sapote would swerve into other lanes on purpose to make people in the car scream/yell at her because she thinks its funny (not while other cars are coming, but still?? scary) She would also put on the most god-awful, insufferable joke music and NOT let you change it. She would be the person to tell any kids in the car that 'oooh, this button will make the car explode if I press it! im gonna press it!!' (its the AC button or something) she always would get u a BIG slurpee and gas station food tho and in general have the best snacks out of anyone on this list. I think her car would be soo messy and have stains all over the seats from various food and drink spills and receipts from like 4 years ago. it would be beat up but actually reliable (it is like, a 20-30 yr old car and all of the paint is peeled off. she got it for 1000$ and it will Never Die)

Cara- cara would not own a car. she has a motorcycle license. (canonically. this is not fun extra stuff like all the others here. this one is Real) its a very practical one with no frills or extra stuff, but its a newer model indicating she has Money. the only extra thing is a lil basket up front but if u comment that its kinda cute she WILL get defensive and say its practical for holding stuff. embarrassed… she's a good driver tho. always wears her helmet. as a passenger she's going to whip out a sketchbook and headphones and zone out, also just looking at scenery. if you do anything stupid she'll be anxious the entire rest of the ride, holding onto the oh shit bar and glaring at u. so be careful.

[rashivermaofficial]

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