#are we... are we getting a peek... are we getting a peek into the vault...

[04tenno]

8 characters confirmed for Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth, the first entry in the series to feature all faceclaims from the previous game!

[zepskies]

BUBBLY

Pairing: Russell Shaw x Reader

Summary: On your first vacation together, you and Russell take advantage of the hotel hot tub.

AN: This can be a stand-alone drabble, but it’s really set after More of This and Lost Time in the Every Second Counts-verse.

Originally released on Patreon: 2-25-25

Word Count: 800

Tags/Warnings: Fluff and feels…tinge of angst?

“Careful!” you giggled, trying to keep chlorine water from getting in your (third) glass of champagne.

Russell was less tipsy than you, but his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling. The hot tub water splashed when he vaulted himself back in. In one hand he held above his head, he carried a tray piled with assorted mini quiche, finger sandwiches, and his personal favorite, some mini buffalo chicken empanadas. When he lowered the plate between you, your eyes widened at the haul. 

“Oh my God,” you said in a hushed whisper. “Did you steal that from the buffet?”

“Steal is a strong word. I prefer the term secured,” Russell whispered back. “Procured. Liberated, if you will.”

You bit your lip, but couldn’t stop yourself from reaching for the quiche. You still shot him a warning look. “The hotel’s going to liberate us from our suite if…”

The reproach died on your tongue as you watched him pull out an entire (opened) bottle of champagne from under his shirt. You gasped.

That’s why his other arm was bent like a chicken wing, you realized.

“Jesus, Russ,” you whisper yelled. You looked around discreetly to make sure no one was paying attention to you two on the far end of the pool site. But you were begrudgingly impressed. By that self-satisfied grin on his face, so was he.

“We could’ve just paid for another bottle,” you pointed out, even as you let him refill your glass, a smile playing on your lips.

“Now where’s your sense of adventure,” he teased. “Besides, this shit is way overpriced.”

He set the plate on the edge of the hot tub and stripped off his shirt again. He’d only put it back on to attempt his little foodie heist. After he submerged himself half under the water and into the seated spot beside you, he slipped an arm around your shoulders to guide you against his side. You went willingly, releasing a sigh. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Here’s to us, sweetheart,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Six months down.”

Your heart swelled with loving affection, along with your smile.

“Six months,” you echoed, clinking your glass with his. Half a year you had been with this man, and you two were finally on a nice weekend away together. The thought made you set down your glass.

You turned towards him and reached up for his cheek. His brows rose in question, but you just smiled and guided him down for a kiss. It was gentle, just a slow meeting of lips. Your thumb caressed his jawline, prickling a bit on his beard.

Russell set his glass on the edge of the hot tub so he could pull you tighter against him. His free hand slipped into your hair as he dove in for a deeper kiss. He tasted bubbly champagne on your tongue. He caught the faded scent of coconut lotion on your skin. His fingers slipped under the strings of your bikini.

You broke from his lips slightly and hissed in pain. “Careful, baby. Think I got sunburned.”

Russell hummed in sympathy. “Mmm, sorry. Let me see.”

He hugged you to his bare chest and swept your wet hair aside so he could take a peek at your back.

“Ooh yeah, you’re well cooked. Think I’m gonna eat you up with some butter,” he joked. “Maybe some chimichurri sauce. You know me. I’m a zesty kinda guy.”

Scoffing, you pinched his side in retaliation. He flinched with a laugh. You actually got him in the one place he was ticklish.

“All right, no need to play dirty,” he said. He gathered you tighter in his arms, so you couldn’t move yours. You laughed and struggled to get out of his hold. Your hands pressed against his chest, but it was no use.

“Russ!”

“Nope. This is penance. You’re gonna stay right where I want you.”

He had you trapped. And if you were a good girl about it, maybe he’d feed you an empanada. 

Russell’s amusement softened into fondness. Part of him still couldn’t believe he’d been able to make it work with you for this long.

Just three more months, he’d promised you, and he’d be done taking contract jobs for Horizon. He’d be out, and he’d start working on his brewery. He’d start truly setting down roots with you in Laramie, building something that would stick.

For once in his life, Russell was optimistic about his civilian future.

If only he knew what was coming.

AN: 🤭 Yes, I do plan to continue this, don't worry lol. I don't have it written yet, but it's aaaaall up here. 🫡

Special thanks to Michelle - @luci-in-trenchcoats - for giving me tons of Tracker spoilers from the books that helped me shape the idea for "what's coming" next. 💜

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[cookiekissers]

Ok hear me out hear me out, cutie patootie male reader x Longan dragon but like it’s in the part when Longan is making everyone rocks and reader is the exception pls pls pls

ohohoh being the exception, you have excellent taste anon. right away sir o7

Inevitability

[Longan Dragon x Male Reader]

With bright flashes of light, your friends, and your family cried out as their dough was transformed into cold grey stone. Floating orbs that looked like eyes flew about throughout the village, chasing down Cookies, and wherever they gazed all that was left behind was a new statue. You scrambled behind an overturned cart, still trying to process the whirlwind of horror and panic around you. Peeking above the wagon you see another Cookie, a mother and her baby, fleeing from one of the floating orbs, only to be swiftly cornered against a wall of a building.

Without thinking, you grab the first thing closest to you and vault over the wooden wagon, your legs sprinting toward the ivory eye. It was distracted by its current prey, giving you just enough time to surprise it. The orb turned its gaze to you, and you swung your hefty makeshift club as hard as you could, striking it like a baseball. The eye-like orb was launched a few feet, but not far enough. It quickly recovered and shook itself slightly after the impact, fixing its unfeeling glare on you next. You backed away nervously tightly gripping your pitiful weapon as it slowly pursued you. The eye followed as if it wasn't in any rush like your fate was inevitable.

You saved the mother and her child, if only for a moment. The orbs threatened to petrify everyone in the village without mercy. Were you just delaying the inevitable end?

The eye had you cornered now. But for some reason, it hadn't struck yet. It had frozen your fellow Cookies without hesitation, but with you, it seemed to be examining you for far longer.

A loud shout split the tense air, and a spiky yam mace collided violently with the side of the orb, sending it flying into the distance like it was nothing. Two Cookie warriors appeared as if from nowhere, fighting off the floating eyes with ease. One of the knights ran up to you, lifting you from the ground to set you on your feet again. He dusted you off while you stared in amazement at his, and his friend's, heroics. His dough was pale and he wielded a light blue and white milk mace and a white milk shield.

"Are you alright?" The knight asked in concern.

"Y-Yeah… But who are you? What's going on!?" You exclaim. The knight patted your shoulder to calm you, his smile was gentle and held no worry.

"I'm Milk Cookie, and that's my friend Purple Yam Cookie." Milk Cookie introduced. You glance past Milk Cookie to see Purple Yam Cookie swinging his spiked mace around wildly, chasing off the eyes with glee. Like Milk Cookie, he seemed unfazed by the situation and even appeared to be enjoying himself, if his hearty laughter was any indication.

"Don't worry, everything will be ok. I'll protect you!" Milk Cookie said cheerfully.

As quickly as they came, the eyes retreated to where ever they had come from. You emerged from your shelter with a few other Cookies and looked around at the carnage that had been left behind. In the streets dozens of Cookies stood frozen in stone. Your eyes became misty at the sight of your friends, and Cookies who had once been your neighbors, turned into statues. Stuck with expressions of fear and agony etched into their faces from their final moments.

You saw Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie standing by, examining a stone statue and discussing something.

"UGH! The dragon eye orbs are getting away! Milk Cookie, let's get out of here and FOLLOW them!" Purple Yam Cookie grumbled.

"We can't leave just yet! We must stay to make sure everyone is alright." Milk Cookie replied calmly. Once you heard the knights who saved you were about to leave, you ran up to Milk Cookie and tugged his muscular arm.

"Wait, are you leaving?" You said. Purple Yam Cookie looked you over for a moment before huffing in annoyance.

"What do you want!?" He demanded.

"Please, if you're leaving, you have to take me with you!" you begged. The two cookies looked at you in surprise. Purple Yam Cookie then smirked a bit, apparently pleased with your boldness.

Milk and Purple Yam Cookie clearly knew who had done this to your village, and they would lead you right to them. You were going to find them and avenge your friends.

Though Milk Cookie tried to object to you tagging along because he was worried for your safety, Purple Yam Cookie encouraged it. Though you weren't as strong as him, you were feisty. He had seen you fight against the dragon eyes despite still being so weak, so he elected to let you come. Maybe you could learn a few things from him, and of course, he wanted to fight you once you got stronger. You pouted slightly. Sure, you were just a regular Cookie and weren't very strong, but you were determined to find a way to save your village and reverse the curse.

As you were on your way, you met some of Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie's friends. They all wore armour made up of blue dragon scales and caught you up on what had been happening. That is when you found out the culprit that had attacked your village was an ancient dragon. Longan Dragon Cookie.

You've always assumed dragon stories were nothing but legends until the Ivory Dragon threatened your peaceful village. And now you were thrust into the middle of a brutal conflict and the world was on the brink of destruction. This was serious. Your stomach tied itself in knots at finding yourself in what was essentially a war. Milk Cookie had seen your anxious expression and comforted you, even offering to take you back home. But now that you knew what was going on, how could you just turn your back on the Cookies everywhere who had suffered like your village had and run back home?

You had no fighting experience and weren't a warrior like Purple Yam Cookie or Milk Cookie. Your life has been very ordinary until now. However, you were determined to do everything in your power to help defeat Longan Dragon Cookie.

Like a whirlwind carrying you away, you suddenly found yourself on the Tropical Soda Islands alongside Milk Cookie, Purple Yam Cookie, Gingerbrave, and their friends. You have never ventured this far from your village, but you were mesmerized by the beauty of Pineapple Isle. The land had transformed, merging with the surrounding islands and was thrust into the past, reviving long-extinct creatures.

The massive island that had merged was teeming with dragon eye orbs. The blue dragon scale armour you received helped conceal you from the Ivory Dragon's sight, but you still had to remain in hiding while the other dragons that had joined your side recovered from their encounter with Longan Dragon Cookie. You sat outside your hideout deep in the jungle and sighed to yourself. You were advised not to wander off alone, but you needed some time by yourself to process everything that had happened. Taking a little walk through the forest ended up being a mistake.

As you were walking, lost in deep thought, you were suddenly snapped to reality by the sound of the underbrush shaking. You froze, until a Cookie you didn't recognize emerged from under the big fan-like leaves. They were dressed in elegant white robes, their long white hair tied back into a ponytail. The Cookie carried a staff, and a large hat obscured their face. You blinked, somewhat hesitant. Was this Cookie a friend of Gingerbrave's, or maybe they were from the Stock Tribe?

"Um… who are you?" You ask. The mysterious Cookie didn't reply, but they seemed to be inspecting you closely.

Before you could question them further, with a wave of their staff, the Cookie began to glow with an eerie purple light, and from a swirling vortex of magic, a fierce choco cream wyvern burst forth from the Cookie's form. You shouted in alarm as the wyvern pounced on you, pining you to the ground and trapping you under its sharp talons. You were lifted off the ground and into the air, being carried off to who knows where. From the last glimpses of the ground you caught, you saw Milk Cookie staring up at you in panic.

"Y/N Cookie!!"

You thought your life was over, that you would for sure be eaten by the wyvern that had caught you. Instead, it took you across the archipelago to a white opulent palace floating above the waves. It made its way into the palace, into a refined throne room. Strangely, the choco cream wyvern was careful not to damage you. But it still tossed you to the ground at the foot of the throne. You quickly picked yourself up and saw a majestic Cookie sitting on the throne, dressed in white robes and adorned with golden armour. You stared in disbelief as you came face to face with the Ivory Dragon themself, Longan Dragon Cookie.

"So, you've finally come." Longan Dragon said. "You are an intriguing one." They commented dryly. Four dragon eye orbs floating by their side zipped up to you, gazing at you from all angles. You scrambled to your feet, but the choco cream wyvern prevented you from backing away further, cutting off the only escape route.

"What do you want with me?" You said, trying to keep your voice from shaking. There was a tiniest hint of a smile on Longan Dragon's face.

"I have been watching you. And I have decided to show you mercy and bring you to my palace so that your weak, pitiful life may be spared." They explained.

You were stunned into silence. What about your friends, your village, and all the other Cookies?

"You should be grateful I didn't turn you into stone along with your village. Come here, now." Longan Dragon Cookie rumbled. It wasn't a request. It was an order. Not knowing what to do, the only thing you could do was comply. You prayed that your friends would be able to rescue you.

You approached the throne nervously, awaiting the Ivory Dragon's next command. You gasped suddenly as Longan Dragon Cookie grabbed you by the wrist and effortlessly picked you up and placed you on their lap.

You fidgeted as Longan Dragon Cookie's arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer, your face suddenly grew hot.

"You will be staying by my side until I inevitably reduce all the weak, crunchy beings into crumbs, weak one. I will be needing a mate in the future." They growled softly in your ear as they stroked your hair. Longan Dragon Cookie's clawed fingers lingered on your neck and then trailed downward to your chest. You shivered and swallowed nervously.

You really hoped your friends got here soon.

[the-offside-rule]

Milo Manheim - Cozy

Christmas: From The Vault

25 Days of Christmas

Warnings: none

Y/n adjusted the angle of her phone’s camera, making sure the countertop and her Christmas-themed pajamas were in frame. She hit record, smiling as she started her morning vlog. "Good morning, everyone! Merry Christmas!" She said cheerily, setting her phone against a jar of sugar. "It’s officially the most wonderful day of the year, and I thought I’d take you along for a little ‘Day in the Life.’ First stop: breakfast in the kitchen. Let’s see how festive we can get with some pancakes."

She turned to grab a mixing bowl, narrating her process as she sifted flour and cracked eggs. Her mind was fully focused on making her batter look aesthetic for the video until she felt a familiar pair of arms snake around her waist. "Guess who." Milo murmured, his voice low and raspy from sleep. Y/n glanced at the camera lens, raising an eyebrow. "Milo?" She teased, even though she already knew.

"Oh wow. Got it in one." He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder and swaying slightly with her. "Are you okay?" She asked, glancing at him in the reflection of her phone’s screen. He groaned dramatically, tightening his grip. "I don’t want to be okay. I want to cuddle. On the couch. Under like, three blankets." Y/n grinned. A mischievous spark lit up her eyes as she turned to him. "You know you just said that on livestream, right?"

Milo stiffened immediately, his eyes wide as he stood up straight. "Wait, what?" His face flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I mean... No, I didn’t say that. You heard wrong. Totally heard wrong." Y/n burst out laughing, shaking her head as she waved him off. "I’m kidding, it’s not live. Just recording." Milo relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re evil, you know that?"

"Yup." She replied with a grin, turning back to her pancake mix. "Fine. Since you’ve decided to torment me, I’ll make coffee." Milo offered, wandering toward the coffee machine. Y/n peeked over her shoulder. "Actually, could you make me hot cocoa instead?" Milo shot her a mock glare but nodded. "Anything else, Your Majesty?"

"Nope, just the cocoa."

Once breakfast was ready and the pancakes were plated, Y/n carried them into the living room where the couch awaited. Milo was already there, setting down two steaming mugs—her hot cocoa and his coffee.

She placed the camera on the coffee table, framing the scene. "Alright, time for cozy vibes." She said, grabbing the oversized blanket draped over the back of the couch. Milo helped her settle underneath it, pulling her close as The Grinch played on the TV in front of them.

"Matching hoodies and Christmas movies—this is peak festive." Y/n commented, gesturing to their coordinating outfits. Milo smirked. "And you thought I wouldn’t wear it."

Halfway through the movie, Milo reached over and gently took Y/n’s plate from her lap. "What’re you doing?" She asked, confused. "I just need you to be a luttle quiet for a sec." He said softly, setting the plate on the table before curling back into her side. He rested his head on her chest, his arms curling around her, letting out a content sigh. Y/n looked down at him, her confusion melting into a fond smile. She adjusted the blanket over him, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You’re like a baby." She whispered. "I'm older than you, the fuck you mean I'm like a baby?"

[selfloverrrrrr]

The Mafia Moon

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, mafia Gojo, mafia Sukuna, reader is Gojo's girlfriend, Mafia Au....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

"Shut up, Gojo!" I huff, throwing a pillow at him. He catches it effortlessly, laughing. "Aw, come on, babe, I was just saying the truth!" I glare at him, crossing my arms. "You were talking nonsense!" I said. He leans back against the headboard, a smug grin on his face. "Nonsense? All I said was that you were checking me out when I got out of the shower." He said.

My face burns. "I WAS NOT!" I defend myself. He chuckles, tilting his head. "Oh? Then why’d you freeze when I walked in with just a towel?"he said. I groan, I grabbed the blanket and covered myself. "You’re unbearable." He shifts closer, voice dripping with amusement. "Admit it, babe. You like what you see." He said. I peek at him from the blanket, scowling. "Gojo, stop talking."

He went inside the blanket and hugged me tightly. Then started tickling me. "I swear to god....... I'll kill you!" I said between laughs. "Satoru.... can you stop tickling her?" A voice said. We both took out our head from the blanket to see Geto standing there. "Can you just knock on the door before coming in?" Gojo asked. "No" Geto replied.

"you're always answering like a teen girl on period" Gojo Said. "So do you" I said. Gojo rolled his eyes. "Whatever.... what's the matter?" Gojo asked Geto. "We found where The Mafia Moon is" Geto replied with a smirk. "You gotta be kidding me!" Gojo said. A smirk forming on his lips. "Let's go to the office then" Gojo said and three of us headed to the office on the third floor.

Guards standing everywhere. Gojo opened the door of the office room and went inside. Me and Geto entered behind him. Everyone of you men and women were there.... Nanami, Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, Yuta, Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara"Where's it?" Gojo asked. "Here" Megumi replied and turned the laptop screen towards Gojo.

We all looked at the screen. "You gotta be kidding me! It's in that mansion?! I was expecting it to be in Sukuna's north mansion" Gojo said. "Yeah I was shocked too" Geto replied. "And a good news for you boss.... Sukuna is throwing a party in that mansion tomorrow in that mansion. That means he'll be there as well" Yuji said.

"oh GREATTTT" Gojo said. "But, boss..... What is this Mafia Moon?" Maki asked. "it's the map of Sukuna's every mansion and underground shelters. If we get that. His kingdom is finished" I replied. "Yupp.... and we'll be going there tomorrow to steal it" Gojo said. "But, boss. Why are we going tomorrow? We can go when Sukuna won't be there and steal it... that'll be easier" Yuta said.

"we can't. Because Sukuna has the key. And he brings it everywhere with him" Megumi replied. "Then what's the plan? We need a strong plan for tomorrow" Nobara said. They all nodded.

Gojo : okay. So we'll be there as soon as the party gonna start. Nanami you and Megumi gonna stay outside of the mansion and inform us if anything wrong happens. And you two will be taking control of all of my guards I'll take there.

Nanami : noted

Megumi : noted

Gojo : Shoko you'll be hacking the cameras of the mansion from the car until we come there.

Shoko : noted

Geto : we have to go back by our submarines right?

Gojo : yup... everyone will be in the submarine as soon as we get the Mafia Moon. Mei Mei you'll be keeping guard for Shoko for her safety.

Mei Mei : noted

Gojo : me and Geto will go to the vault to take The Mafia Moon. Inumaki and Yuji will be keeping guard outside of the vault.

Yuji : noted

Inumaki : noted

Gojo : Yuta and Maki. You two will be outside of the vault room. If any single one comes there other than our man kill them. I just have to think about how to distract Sukuna and take the key as well.

Yuta : noted

Maki : noted

Y/n : I'll be distracting Sukuna and steal the key from him.

Gojo : absolutely not! I'm not letting you ther-

Y/n : shut up Gojo! Don't act like I have never been on missions.

Gojo : this is more dangerous than those.

Y/n : and what? You're going there as well. More than 1000 of our men will be outside... what's gonna be wrong.

Utahime : yeah I think you should do this.

Gojo : I said no!

Y/n : Gojo stop being silly. Don't act as if I don't know how to fight and I have never fought.

Gojo : y/n—

Y/n : Gojo! We all are gonna be connected by our ear device. You gotta be there! Nothing is going to be wrong!

Gojo : you'll be go out from the back exit. And Utahime, you'll be there keeping guard for y/n and make sure she gets out from there safely.

Utahime : sure....noted

I gave Gojo a kiss. "This isn't enough... you'll rode me after we came back from there tomorrow" Gojo said. "Gonna see. Depends on my mood" I said with a laugh as I walked out of the room. "Do you even think about anything else other than sex, shit face?" Shoko asked. Gojo smirked. "You think he does?" Geto replied. "I swear to god.." Nanami sighed.

The next day evening

We just reached there. "Babygirl you done?" I asked Shoko who's busy hacking the camera system. "Just a second....... and...... done!" She replied. "Let's go then" Gojo said. "Yeah... wait a minute.... yeah let's go" I said taking off the jacket. Revealing my short sparkle skirt and top underneath. "I'm letting Sukuna see your face that isn't enough? You gonna show him your half naked body? What's next? You gonna sit on his lap?" Gojo asked.

"I have to seduce him and take that key....so yeah I have to" I replied. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO?!?!" Gojo asked.... almost screamed out of shock. "Gojo fucking Satoru if I saw you doing anything shit out of jealousy I'll kill you" I said. "Okay go ahead" he replied. "I'll kill myself" I said. "Fine.... I'll behave......" He replied pouting.

"now let's go" I said. "Still it's not fair. Sukuna isn't suppose to be enjoy by watching you like this" Gojo said. "Geto please put a gun in his ass and pull the trigger if he does anything stupid" I said. "Oh don't worry" Geto replied. "I'm the boss here why you all listen to her?" Gojo said. "Well cz she's your boss" Geto replied. Gojo groaned and we all went out of the car.

As we went out of the car Mei Mei stood outside of the car. Then our other men came out of the cars and spread to the whole area. Nanami and Megumi stood outside of the mansion. Of course we can't enter from the main gate. There's a tunnel on the backside of the mansion which connects to the hallway outside of the bathroom.

As we entered the mansion now I had to split up from them. "If any slightest thing makes you uncomfortable just speak up to me we all are connected to the ear device" Gojo said. "Don't worry Gojo....yk I can fight" I replied. "Ik.... but still I don't want you to get hurt for some of my business shit" Gojo said. "Gojo..... it's okay. I'll be fine!" I replied. Then give him a kiss.

"okay" he whispered. "Utahime.... you go to the backside exit of the mansion. As the alarm gonna turn on as we take the thing y/n Will get the chance to get away and she'll go out from that exit... And you'll be taking care of it. Make sure she doesn't get a single scratch" Gojo said. "Hmm..... don't worry about that" Utahime replied and went towards her destination and so do we.

I stood in front of the drink counter ordering tequila. I grabbed the drink and leaned on the counter and drank it. "I'm... can you tell me where Ryomen Sukuna is right now?" I asked the bartender. "He's right there...on the right side." He replied. "Thanks" I said and started walking towards the detection he told me. Then I spotted him.

He's sitting there drinking alcohol. Laughing with his friends. A blonde guy with sharp eyes....a guy with black hair and he has a scar on his lips. I only know Sukuna here. I walked towards them. "Excuse me...." I spoke. They stopped talking and looked at me. "Is that sit taken?" I asked. "You mean that one?" Sukuna asked pointing at the seat beside him. "No.... it's not taken." He replied.

"no not that one.... I'm talking about this one. Is this one free?" I asked again pointing at his lap. He smirked darkly. "For you? Yes" he replied tilting his head. I smiled at him and sat on his lap. He wrapped his hand around my waist. Gosh Gojo would've killed him by now if he was here. "My lap is free as well if you want to know" the guy with blonde hair said. "Noya shut the fuck up" replied the guy with a scar on his lips. "So..." Sukuna spoke. His eyes drifted down to my cleavage. "What's your name?" He asked.

He knows my real name.... I can't say that. I quickly thought of a fake name. "F/n (fake name)" I replied. "So....you here with....?" He asked pulling me more towards him. "If I had come here with anyone.... would I be sitting here?" I replied. He smirked. "I see .... then how did you come here? I've never seen you before" he asked. "You see the bartender over there? She's my friend....she said I should come and I did" I replied.

"I see and I appreciate that you did" he whispered in my ear. "I like your perfume" I said. "You'd like many things of me" he replied with a smirk. I realised his hand going upwards between my legs under my skirt. This basterd...... I quickly stopped his hand. "Come on....not here" I said. His face inches away from mine. "Should I get us some privacy?" He asked. "I'd love that ~" I replied.

He took me to a hallway. No one was there. He pushed me against the wall. "I like your neck" he said. I rubbed my hand up and down on his chest. I felt something....is that the key? I looked at the gap between his shirt. Yes it is that key he's wearing as a necklace. "There's more you'd like as well" I replied. "Yeah?" He asked with a smirk. "Why don't you find out yourself?" I said and he crashed his mouth on my neck.

God! Gojo come on do it quickly! I can't continue anymore! Do it do it..... I thought. Suddenly the loud sound of the alarm started ringing. Sukuna pulled away. His face serious now as he tried to process what happened. Suddenly his phone rang. "Hello?.....hmmm. WHAT?! I'm coming!" He at the call and run towards the direction We came from.

I run to the other side. "Y/n?... you okay?" I heard Gojo's voice from my ear device. "Yes... I'm fine..." I replied. "Nothing happened to you, right? You got the key?" He asked. "Yup I did....go to the submarine.... I'll be there" I replied. "Okay... meet you there then" he replied and hanging up. I run quickly towards the backside exit. No guards were there. I run as fast as I could.

Finally saw the exit. I run down the stairs. I saw Utahime. "Let's go" I said to her. I heard the guards voices coming towards us. I went towards the door. But suddenly Utahime grabbed my hand and Stopped me. "What are you doing? The guards are coming!!!" I said. "Come on.... don't rush too much" she said and pushed me towards the stairs.

I fell on the stairs. "What are you-" before I could finish my sentence she snatched my ear device and smashed it. My eyes widened. Why is she doing this? No no....is she ......is she betraying us? "Utahime?....." I spoke. "Shocked? I know you are" she said. Before I could react I felt someone grabbed my hair and pulled it from behind.

I groaned. "Look whom we got here...." A voice spoke. I turned my head to see. And it was Noya. He smirked and pulled me towards him. "Let go of my hair" I said. "Ohhhh.... I'm scared!" He said mockingly. I smashed my elbow on his face and kicked on his feet. He groaned and fell on the floor. "Aashole" I said and walked towards the exit again.

Suddenly I felt someone pull my hair again. This time..... Utahime. "Utahime stop this shit...why are you doing this" I said. "Because..... I never actually worked for your *BELOVED BOYFRIEND*.... I always worked for Sukuna. Your stupid boyfriend couldn't see that....and Don't run right now.... Sukuna is coming here.... don't wanna disappoint him" she said. I pushed off her hand and choked her to the wall. "You think you can fight me? And if you say a single shit about Gojo I'll bury you right here!!!!" I said looking at her eyes. I didn't realize when she took out an injection. She stabbed it on my neck and pushed the liquor inside. I felt dizzy. My hold on her neck loosened. I fell unconscious on the floor.

Gojo's POV

We all were inside the submarine. "Everyone here? Should we start the engine?" Megumi asked. "Yeah... everyone's in" Nanami replied. "You got it Gojo?" Shoko asked. "Yuppppp I did" I replied with a smirk. "Gosh I'm really happy that it's finally done!" Yuji said. "Yeah me too" Suguru replied. "Let's open it" I said. "Do it" everyone said.

"yeah where's y/n? She has the key" I said. "Oh.... yeah where's she?" Nobara said. "Yeah where's she?" Maki said. "What do you mean where's she?!?! She didn't come here????" I asked. "I haven't seen her coming" Mei Mei said. "What the hell do you mean?!" I said. Does that....does that mean.....no no no no! "Don't tell she didn't come here!" Megumi said.

"how the hell is she not here????????" I screamed. I was breathing heavily. "Satoru...calm down" Suguru said. "How can I???" I said. Oh god why did this happened??!! I looked at Mei Mei. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything" she said. "Come on guys why y'all are looking at me. I swear to god I didn't do anything... she's my good friend come on.... Gojo you know I won't do this for money!" She said.

"wait.... where's utahime?" Suguru asked. "Oh my fucking god......no way" Shoko said. Everyone was shocked. "I swear to god" I groaned with grinded teeth. "Let's go back." I said. "We can't" Yuji said. "What do you mean we can't?!" I asked. "We can't turn the submarine... it's not programmed like that....but don't worry I'll speed up and then go back there again" Megumi said. "Please do as soon as possible!" I said and sit on the floor. I hope she's not hurt yet.

Y/n's POV

I slowly opened my eyes. Where am I? I was in a room. Wait...I can't move. Shit....are my hands tied up? Yes it is. Wait-.... where's my dress? Why am I in just a bra and underwear?! I heard a voice. I turned around my head. It's Noya. God he pisses me off so much. "Awake?" He said. I saw Utahime standing beside him. He came on the bed. "Fuck off" I said backing up.

"oh? Are your fighting powers dead now?" He said mockingly. I pulled my legs up and kicked him on his nuts. "What do you think?" I said. He fell on the floor. "You fucking bitch!!!!" He screamed. "Shut the fuck up Noya..... Toji? Take your brother out of here and everyone get out I need some personal space" a voice said. I recognised it very well. It's Sukuna.

My heart was beating so fast. Everyone went out. He was standing in front of the bed smirking at me. "So...." He spoke. His deep voice gave me chills. He took off his shoes and started crawling towards me on the bed. My breath hitched. Is he gonna kill me now? "How are you feeling miss f/n....or should I say y/n?" I whispered with a smirk. I swallowed hard.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him and pinned me underneath him. Shit I can't even move now. "So when is your BoYfRiEnD coming?" He asked mockingly and laughed. I spat on his face. His laugh stopped. He looked at me. Too dangerously. He choked me on the bed. "Such a bitch you are" he said. "I think I should prepare you before your boyfriend comes to take you back" he said.

Suddenly I felt my panties being pulled aside. My eyes widened. "No no no no stop don't.... wait!" I tried to stop him. Before I could do anything I felt something entered inside me. Then a powerful thrust. I screamed out of my lungs. He laughed darkly. No no no this can't be happening. I was struggling underneath him. "Can understand why Gojo kept you" he said with a brutal thrust.

It hurts...it hurts so much! "ahhhhhhh.... pull out!!! Please pull out!!! It hurts!!!!!!!" I screamed. "Shhh....be a good slut for me like you wanted to be back there and please him" he said and started thrusting in and out. I screamed hoping someone will stop it. "Nobody's gonna help you, slut....just accept it" he whispered in my ear and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder.

" ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight.....oh fuck ...oh fuck.... it's even better than I thought it would be" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder. He was still thrusting roughly. He choked me down to the bed. "Now look at me when I cum inside you" he said statistically. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all I could.

" Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I screamed. "Seems like you having fun" a voice said from behind. Sukuna was still thrusting. Within a minute he came. He pulled out. "Yeah.... now you can have it for you" Sukuna replied. Now I see the face of the person and I'm shocked. It's..... it's Geto?!

I was shocked. He was looking at me with an evil smirk. Something feels so off about him. Is that a scar on his forehead? Geto doesn't have that! He crawled on top of my. I was still breathing heavily. "I'm not Geto darling.... wanna know who I am?" He asked. Then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Kenjaku" he said. And I felt something entering my entrance again. I closed my eyes shut. It can't be happening again! I felt a strong thrust and I gasped. I didn't realised when I passed out.

After waking up

I slowly opened my eyes. My legs hurt so much. I saw everyone sitting in front of me. And I was tied up with a chair. "So are you gonna tell us everything about your boyfriend's kingdom or we have to force you?" Sukuna said. "Burn in fucking hell.... I won't tell you anything" I replied with grinded teeth. "Ahhh... still so bitchy....kinda expected from Gojo's girlfriend " kenjaku Said.

"okay then...go on Mahito" kenjaku said. I saw a blue haired guy walking towards me. His whole body is covered with stitching tattoos. "As you wish" he said with a smirk and without any warning he slapped me hard. "Come on Mahito...do you think she's gonna open up by slapping?!" Sukuna said. "Okay then" Mahito replied.

Suddenly he took out a knife from his belt and stabbed four times on my left leg. I screamed loudly. Oh god this hurts so much. "Speak up" he said. "B-burn in h-hell" I sobbed. He stabbed my other leg three times. I screamed. I can't take it anymore it hurts so much. "She's stronger than I thought" he said. "Not my problem" he said and grabbed a hot metal from the fireplace.

My eyes widened. He smirked and pressed it on my leg. My throat hurts from screaming. It feels like death. "Boss... they're here" one of the guards came inside and said. "Ah looks like your boyfriend finally came back" Sukuna said. "Let's go Mahito.....we gonna have this fight some time soon" he said and all of them leave.

Gojo's POV

We came back to the mansion again. This time with more men. The mansion is almost empty now. I don't care I just want her. "Whoever gets her inform me" I said. Me and Suguru went to the same detection. Yuji and Megumi went to the same detection. Yuta and inumaki went to the same detection. Nanami and maki went to the same detection. Nobara and Mei Mei went to the same detection.

We were searching every rooms. Noone was there. The last in this hallway. Wait....is it blood on the door? I rushed to open the door and my eyes widened. There she is. "Y/n?..." I spoke. She's tied up on the chair. I went to her. I quickly untied her. She cling on me. "H-Hurts" she sobbed. Her legs were stabbed one leg has burnt mark. Those mother fuckers were torturing her?! Wait.... where's her clothes? Don't tell me.....

I quickly took off my jacket and put it over her to cover her. I carried her out. Suguru was standing there. "What?" He asked. I shook my head sideways. His eyes widened. I swear to god. I'll torture all those fuckers to death whoever even touched her tonight!

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I was rereading Gravity because it was one of my inspirations for the song I ended up writing about Optimus and I just realized I accidentally made it a waltz.

https://www.tumblr.com/mi-mi-ri/775082342247202816/sneak-peek-of-the-optimus-prime-x-yn-song-ive?source=share

I wanted to share a bit of it because your fics have been helping me emotionally so much 😭🫶

This is so cool! I’m glad you’ve been feeling creative 💕

Gravity- one shot Waltz

Optimus x Reader

• “Do Cybertronians dance?��� Lifting his head from a report at your question, he watches you move around his desk. Dancing by yourself when he’d give anything to dance with you. Would you let him? Or would that be another line you draw and refuse to let him cross. Afraid of letting him get too close. And not even realizing that for him, it’s too late. Loves your attitude, those quick, mischievous smiles and the sound of your laughter. “Besides the horizontal tango, I mean,” you add, laughing when he frowns slightly.

• That one went right over his handsome head. Most of what you say probably does, but he’s good enough to just look slightly puzzled and to go with it. “We dance.” Motions faltering, you stare up at him. Really? ‘Show me,’ you demand, aware that you sound like a little kid, but this you need to see. “Show you?” He repeats. And maybe you want to dance with him. A real dance not just grinding on a stranger, the air thick with cigarettes and your skin itchy with glitter.

• There’s a challenge in those eyes of yours as he sets his datapad aside and presses him palms against the desk. Vaulting up and mass shifting, stumbling a bit before he finds his balance. And your eyes drift up and down him as he holds out a hand in invitation. Your little hands so soft as he curls his servos around it and sweeps you up against his frame. Aware of how inexperienced he is with this. That while Senator Shockwave had invited him to parties, he’d rarely attended and then only so the other mech could pretend to be occupied talking business with him to avoid being pulled into a dance. They’re all sharkticons, the Senator had whispered once a bit too loud, lips curling into an almost smile. That memory fills him with an unexpected melancholy as he tries to remember the dances he’d seen. Trying to remember the steps. Not what they’d done to the Senator for daring to question them.

• For a moment, there’s something in his expression. Almost pain and he takes an uncertain step, resting a hand against the small of your back. It’s a waltz, you realize. Or something close. Following his slow, uncertain lead, there’s a vulnerability in his hesitant movements. Resting your cheek against his chassis, his palm slides up your spine, servos splayed. You can hear his spark thrumming, those little noises his internal systems make. Familiar sounds. “Thank you for not laughing,” he says, venting to stir your hair. “I know I’m bad at this.”

• Palm shifting against your spine, he chases the steady beat of your heart and the feel of you breathing. Needs those things or he can’t recharge anymore. Needs the feel of you. “You’re really not,” you reply, your free hand on his chassis and tucking his chin to see you, your eyes are closed. Relaxed in his arms as you let him guide you. Those words you don’t want to hear on the tip of his glossa. Wanting to say them anyway even if you get angry with him. To tell you he loves you, but he swallows them down again, spark aching. Taking what little of you that you allow him to have and being thankful for it.

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑… 𝐍𝐎. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ¹

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you were once a feared name on the sea--once, but not anymore. your downhill life takes a turn when you decide to rob a pirate ship, and it happens to belong to one of your big brothers.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: luffy's sister!reader x strawhats

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: smoking, mysterious backstory ooooo ahhhh, fluff and minimal angst, not enireeeely satisfied with this but its left off kinda open-ended so ill likely return to this scenario later

𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Now, the Strawhat Pirates were used to not knowing much about their captain’s past. He has a brother with flame powers? Sure thing. A Marine Vice Admiral for a grandfather? Okay, that’s fine. Monkey D. Dragon is his father? Whatever, they’ve heard crazier. 

But really, at this point, they might want to just sit him down and get all of it out in the open. 

Usopp wandered through a busy marketplace, Luffy’s shirtsleeve in his tight vice. Sanji tailed them as an extra precaution, one eye on his supply list and the other on the ready-to-bolt captain. 

Luffy huffed indignantly, tugging at Usopp’s grip. “I wanna explore.”

“And we want to get out of here in a timely manner,” Usopp quipped back.

And they just might have done just that, if not for the hooded figure running right through Luffy and Usopp, parting their hands. A street vendor shouted curses after them, shaking a fist. “S-Stop! Hey!”

It was no use; the thief was too far away, and the man was too old to have the energy to chase them. He slumped his shoulders and pinched his brow, raising his gaze to find the stares of Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp zeroed in on him. “What? You plan on robbin’ the old man too?”

Sanji removed his cigarette from between his teeth with a shake of his head. “Sorry. What’d they steal? Maybe we can get it back for you?”

The old man shook a dismissive hand, frown deeply set on his face. “Agh. Don’t bother. You kids don’t get yerself wrapped up with her.” That was all it took for their prying curiosity to close in on him, and suddenly the man was surrounded on all sides. “Hey, now…”

“Who?” Luffy demanded first, head cocked to the side. 

Lips agape, he shook his head and jabbed a thumb at the wanted poster pinned up to the wall beside his fruit stand. “That’s her, if you’re so curious. Been robbin’ us blind all month! The marines tried to catch ‘er, but no one can touch the bitch.”

Usopp rushed over and swiped the poster down, skimming it over with a hum. “Doesn’t look too tough. I bet we can take ‘er.”

The man rolled his eyes. “That’s what we all said.”

Sanji peeked over the sharpshooter’s shoulder as he let out a puff of smoke. He blinked, cheeks growing warm the longer he gazed at the woman pictured. “She’s… beautiful.”

Usopp squinted at the slightly faded writing scrawled under the picture. “Wanted dead or…” He snorted. “Nope, that’s it. Just dead for 40,000,000 berri.”

“Lemme see!” Luffy sidled up to Usopp and stared right at the poster’s center, recognition settling in instantly. You looked older, but that wasn’t the biggest change—joy had returned to your smile, your beaming expression showcasing a side of you he hadn’t seen since before Sabo died. 

An unbridled laugh left him as he took the poster roughly, shoving Usopp aside. “Hey! That’s my little sister!”

“Oh,” Usopp hummed, taking a moment to process before his brows vaulted and he shot Sanji a look. “WHAT?!”

જ ⁀ ➴

You slinked through the streets toward the docks, hood hung low over your face, cheshire grin shrouded by shadow. You rolled a slice of mango around your tongue, sighing now that your hunger was satisfied. 

You wanted to pay the guy—honest! But being an enemy of the state didn’t exactly pay well, and a mercenary’s gotta eat. 

Waiting for a donkey cart to roll past, you bolted over to the wooden boardwalk just in front of the port. Nobody paid you any mind, assuming you to be one of the street urchins that made up the local gangs. You only meant to play a small joke on the young sailor you’d grown acquainted with, make his life just a bit more difficult, when your path was halted by the sight of a new ship docked at port.

It was a pretty caravel, a little rough around the edges from weather and climate, with a masthead of a goat peering out at the city. A pirate ship, for certain. A grin itched its way up your face. A pirate ship meant treasure, and there wasn’t much in this life you liked more than treasure. 

Well, there was one thing, but unfortunately, your brothers were scattered across the sea—two alive, one not so much. The thought had you stumbling over your own feet, righting yourself swiftly before you headed for the caravel. You mumbled pathetically to yourself, like you had been since you left your home village some years ago. The life of a mercenary is a lonely one. 

“Wonder what they’ve got, huh, Sabo.” Gazing up at the clouds, you grinned. The wind whistled through your hair, and your coping mechanism fell through. It’d been doing that a lot lately. Sighing out your troubles, you shook out your shoulders and crept up the gangway. 

A girl stood watch, facing the sea on the other side of the ship. At the helm, a swordsman lay sleeping. Other than that, it was empty. Just a skinny-limbed girl and a lazy warrior. Perfect.

You slipped on board without a sound, living up to your title as The Silent Death. Well, nobody had called you that in a few years, not since you were twelve and stormed Marine Headquarters looking for your grandfather. You hadn’t found the Vice Admiral, but you had given them a reason for renovation. You possessed the Terra-Terra Fruit, and the earth rumbled at your command. At least you still held the name Earthshaker.

Your first wanted poster had been a shot of you sailing away, laughing in the face of the destruction. A force of nature, they called you. Hired by pirates, warlords, and royalty to do their less than noble deeds. But that was a long time ago. Now, you were nothing more than a petty thief, loneliness and grief taking its toll after so long repressing it.

But never the matter! After this last loot, you’d have the money to buy back your ship, get off that godforsaken island, and finally restore yourself to your former glory. Then Ace would never call you on your little snail transponder and laugh at your series of failures.

“Hey.” You glanced up from where you were crouching behind a barrel, locking eyes with the girl as she blinked surprisedly. Her hand itched toward a weapon at her side. 

“Shit.” You cursed yourself and your inner-monologuing tendencies. “Bye!”

You darted up and made for the edge of the ship when a sword whizzed past your faze, narrowly missing your chin. The swordsman rose, alert as ever, two more swords ready at his side. You scoffed, huffing, “Why do you need three?”

Three… Two… One.

Eyes widened, you realized you knew that lazy swordsman (whose swords probably overcompensated for something) just as he started to recognize you as well. He jumped down to the deck, approaching warily as the girl came to stand beside him. 

Roronoa Zoro muttered your name like a curse. “What’re you doing here, huh?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you murmured back, genuinely curious. “What’re you doin’ on a pirate ship, pirate hunter?”

“Change in career path,” he snapped. “We don’t appreciate stowaways. Especially not a backwater odd-job dog clinging to her glory days.”

You tsked. “Now, now. I was just having a look around. No harm done.” You swept a bow, flicking your wrist as you searched out the sea floor far down below. “I’ll be going now.”

With your head bowed, they didn’t catch your growing smirk until it was too late; the oceanic crust spread across the floor, magma exposed to the salty sea at an unnatural speed. The water rocked the ship and all those around, the nearby sailors murmuring worriedly.

“Hey, I may be a loser,” you admitted, picking at a cuticle as their glares shifted to concern. “But I’m still the Earthshaker, Roronoa. Now, how about some financial compensation for my bruised pride, before I capsize this sorry excuse for a boat.”

The girl scoffed in reply, brows vaulted. “Yeah, no thanks. We’re very attached to our beri.”

“You are,” Roronoa yelped. “Give her something before we lose the ship!”

Lips pursed, the girl looked ready to either attack you or give up, so you worsened the sea’s uproar just to give her a scare. A relent was on the tip of her tongue when her gaze darted over your shoulder, relief flooding her features. “Luffy!”

The sea floor closed up in an instant, the color leaving your face. “Luffy?”

A body flung into your back, tackling you to the deck. You bit back curses, wriggling free, when that laugh hit the back of your neck. A million repressed memories surfaced like the magma you controlled, and you were suddenly twelve years old, leaving your last brother in the dead of night to set off on an adventure you thought would fix everything. 

Falling still, you slowly shifted to roll on your back, staring up at the beaming face of Monkey D. Luffy. You pushed up on your elbows, blind to the careful stares of those around, and gulped down some air. “Luffy?”

He chuckled gently, murmuring your name in turn, and you lurched forward to wring your arms around his neck. A tiny piece of your heart was put back in place (only a third of it, and you figured it would only be whole when you died and rejoined the brother lost). 

Leaving home so young was a shitty miscalculation on your part. You’d fled Dawn Island some time after Ace, and some time before Luffy. Your not-so-big-more-like-twin brother always said you’d set out together, that one day he would be Pirate King and you would all be happy. But you left without ever saying goodbye, joined up with a crew of mercenaries, ate a devil fruit, and searched out Grandpa Garp for some answers about where you came from. And years passed and you could never admit your mistake—not until you spotted Luffy’s smiling face in the wanted poster he always thought you would share. 

You leaned back and caught his eye, scurrying to sit on your knees. You wiped at your eyes as embarrassing tears started to well up. “I… I dunno…”

He knocked his head against yours, eliciting a sharp ow! from you. Luffy grinned cheekily as you nursed your temples. “You owe me an apology. So you can start there.”

And the fire sprang up in your throat all over again. Pathetic, you choked it all down with a nod. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. With S-Sabo gone and Ace gone… I thought for sure you’d be gone too soon enough… so I left you before you could leave me.”

You looked away sheepishly, rubbing at your arms. Luffy just flicked the side of your head and offer you the same bright expression he always did; it was the expression that gave you hope your life wasn’t totally screwed over, not yet anyways. “It’s okay—S’ long as you know it was stupid.”

You rolled your eyes and stood as he did the same. His hand never strayed far from your shoulder, holding you there like you might bolt away. Luffy gave a laugh and turned to face his friends, and only then did you remember you weren’t alone. You pivoted to face them all, locking eyes with a less-than-pleased Zoro.

“What’d going on, Luffy?” Zoro grunted, and if possible Luffy’s smile grew.

He took both your shoulders and shook you a little. “This is my little sister!”

You scoffed. “Little my ass! We’re the same age!”

Luffy held up his palm to his own height, then dipped it down to around your collarbone. “But you were always little-er, and Ace got to call you little!”

“Because he’s older than me!”

“Wait,” Zoro butted in just as you prepped to launch yourself at Luffy. “Sister? You never mentioned a sister.”

Luffy nocked his head to the side, lips pursed. “I didn’t?”

“No.”

“Huh.” He laughed it off. “But this is great! We saw Ace a while back in Alabasta, y’know.”

Nodding, you twined your hands behind your back and rocked on your heels. “Yeah, I caught ‘im a few months ago.”

The reunion met a halt when Luffy asked, “What’re you doing here, anyway?”

Nami jutted out a hip and settled you with a look. “She threatened to take down the Merry if we didn’t hand over our beri.”

Luffy’s brows vaulted, lips a thin line as he turned to you. You chuckled awkwardly. “That is something I did, yes.”

But that wasn’t what occupied him. “How did you nearly sink the ship?”

“Oh.” You swirled your palms, gathering the granules of rock and dirt scattered around the deck and collecting it all in a tiny twister. “I got the Terra-Terra Fruit a few years ago.”

His eyes brighetend like stars. “That’s so cool!”

Usopp faced Sanji with a slack jaw. “What is it with their family and devil fruits?”

“Hello?” Nami waved a hand between you and Luffy. “She tried to rob us, Luffy.”

You inched away from her with a small smile. “Sorry about that. Desperate times, yeah?”

Despite the frowns set on everyone’s faces, you had a good feeling you would win them all over. You were just too charming, after all. Casting a look around, a familiar ache gnawed at your stomach. “Uhm, have you got any food?”

જ ⁀ ➴

The crew quickly decided that Ace was their favorite of the family. 

While Ace was polite, generous, and charming, you and Luffy were cut from the very same cloth. Messy and loud, the only difference was that you were slightly more aware of your surroundings than your brother.

“Yeah, she and Luffy were always tied at the hip,” said Ace, his voice crackling to life from the transponder snail Sanji pulled out one late night. “Just… don’t be too harsh on her. She’s had a rough few months.”

Sanji had no clue what that meant, but he almost wanted to find out, not just because you’re pretty. A shadowy look always eclipsed your face, no matter how big your smile got. Over the few weeks you’d spent on the Going Merry, Sanji tried to get to know your story, but you never answered more than a few sentences before disappearing the whole afternoon.

“You knew her from before,” he said to Zoro one morning, stopping the swordsman as they traded spots for the night watch. “Do you know anything?”

Zoro adjusted his swords at his hip, chewing at his cheek. “All I know is a couple years ago, she was one of the most wanted mercenaries on the East Blue. Now, she’s a shadow of that person on the Grand Line. Isn’t that just what this place does?”

“Maybe…” But Sanji knew better. Maybe he was so concerned because he knew that sometimes, on days darker and gloomier than the rest, he had that same look in his eye. So he caught you one night watch when you had no choice but to lean against the ship rail and deal with his company.

He took a long drag from a cigarette, preparing what he’d say, when you nudged him and reached out to take the smoke from him. Sanji scoffed a laugh as he handed it off, watching you inhale deep and expel it in a puff, your eyes heavy. “Wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” You took another drag.

“Whatever it is you thought of.”

From the way your face darkened, Sanji thought you might stub the cig on the deck and leave him there to take your watch, but you only stood there, head hung between your shoulders. You gave him back his smoke hesitantly. 

“For the longest time,” you sighed, “I wanted so badly to know where I come from.” Sanji tilted his head in unspoken question. “Me and Luffy aren’t reallys siblings. We’re adopted, I guess.”

“Ah.” That made all your similarities a little more uncanny, but it made sense. You didn’t really look like Luffy anyway. “And… you found out?”

You nodded shortly, picking at a splinter in the rail. “Not to long ago. I always imagined that my parents loved me, and that we got separated by some tragedy that left me on Dawn Island.” Your voice broke off hollowly. “But that’s not it at all.”

He didn’t say anything when you started crying, and he didn’t ask what exactly plagued your past. Sanji just… stood there, offered you a cloth from his pocket, and waited till you compeod yourself to give you his cigarette. 

“Thank you,” you whispered as the sun peeked up over the sea. 

“No need. I’m here if you want to talk. All of us are, really.”

You doubted that, but you sent him a smile and descended to the girl’s cabin for some sleep. Nami and Robin remained sleeping softly as you slipped into bed, staring up at the ceiling wide awake. Your slammed the heels of your palms to your eyes, silently screaming into the air. 

“Why,” you hissed. “Why did I cry?”

Sheets rustled across the room, and suddenly Robin’s eyes glinted at you. “You were crying?”

“Who’s crying?” Nami yawned as she pushed up on her elbows.

You just about buried yourself in your blanket and suffocated yourself, face warming over. “No one! Go to sleep.”

“Can’t,” Nami snapped back. “You practicality stomped in here. I’m thoroughly awake.”

“Same here.” Robin and Nami shifted to face you from their beds, sleepy eyes hooded as they gazed upon you. “What’s the matter?”

You sat quiet as a mouse, eyes wide and caught, until you flopped over on your side and pulled your blanket up to your chin. “Sorry I woke you.”

The two Strawhats locked eyes, brows equally raised. They’d been conspiring to figure you out ever since you joined their adventures, and this certainly added fuel to their investigative fire. Because as much as you laughed and played and made messes everywhere you went, a great shadow lurked behind you—and everyone could see it.

Like a lingering ghost of a past you’d rather forget, something haunted followed your every move. From the way you cast glances over your shoulder at every port to how you fell into frightening silence at certain points in conversation, the entire Strawhat Crew felt the way darkness pulled at you.

And they would find out why—Whether you liked it or not, they would find a way to help you.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@100520s

[alottiegoingon]

hc! married life

lucy maclean x fem!reader

summary: meeting lucy + being married to her

warnings: lucy is a dork, established relationship, its 2296-2300ish, it takes place after fallout finale and things get better after it, nothing but fluff and a married couple doing cute shit, no nsfw but mentions of it, quick cannibalism mentions (uh…), wasteland and life outside the vault brief mentions, reader wasn't born in the vault, not proofread, silly plot

when you first met lucy, you found her in the old antique store. you were talking to the not so nice lady that owned the place when you saw her step inside with an inquisitive gaze, observing a bunch of what it looked like junk to you. it was almost hilarious seeing a young woman wearing that goofy ass blue and yellow jumpsuit.

you were leaning against the wall in the corner, listening to all of her chattering about vault-tec. it sounded like nothing but utterly tedious

"it would be safe to assume that you do business with criminals. not judging you. don’t imagine there’s that many other options up here." blissfully unaware of the death stare coming from that lady, she boldly muttered and it immediately made you step out of the corner you were hiding in to save her

"she doesn't mean that! she's new here, sorry." you jump in, forced to intervene, touching lucy's shoulder and giving them a light squeeze. she furrowed her brows in response with your disapproving glance. “wha- who are you? i was just talking about the equipments!”

pulling her away from the place, you hear the hoarse voice behind you saying "fucking vault dweellers."

it didn't take longer than a day for you two to be friends. sharing stupid stories from her vault, fun facts, and learning about each other's life and family was one of the things that you bonded over

while you two were outside once, walking together by the wrecked lanes of what los angeles used to be, and lucy began to talk about her life in the vault and you were more than impressed and in disbelief of how naive vault dweellers could be

"wait, what do you mean?" your face twists at the second you heard lucy saying that the guy she married was an outsider that was responsible for killing half of her vault. "how can you married someone you've never met?"

"well, you see, when you marry someone from another vault, usually it comes with benefits! we gave them seeds and parts for machinery and they offered us a breeder!" lucy explains it all like the good teacher she is, assertively nodding with shoulders back

you forced yourself to repress a laugh by looking the other way, and she immediately noticed and questioned you incredulously but you knew her too well already to notice that she wasn't mad. "what is it?!"

"you people marry strangers for seeds and to have kids? that sounds... miserable. what if they are awful people or outsiders like that guy?"

"okay, when you say it like that..." she loses her shoulders, brushing her confidence away, gulping and chuckling awkwardly. "but you are an outsider. and you aren't that bad."

"careful there. it makes you sound like you are very found of the outsider here, lucy maclean." you stare back at her and see a tender smirk peeking onto her lips. her body slightly leaning against yours, and a soft gaze that swiftly averted when you caught her. she didn't deny it though, you thought

it took her one kiss to invite you to live with her after your mission was done and you gladly accepted.

the invitation was up even after all the truth about her dad. after all the traumatic experience, on the way to your new home, you never left her alone not even for a second. you were always holding hands, sharing glances, leaning against each other and making her giggle as you were losing the track of how many times you kissed her face

in the vault, after everything was settled, you had all the time in the world to take care of her and learn about each other. you would spend hours running your fingers through her hair, listening to whatever she said and playing with her fingers while holding her hand. you would let her talk about all the memories with her family and carefully laugh along or comfort her when needed

you knew that you couldn't erase her bad memories from what had happened but you could create new ones and you focused on that

it was about time when she proposed to you, stuttering, crying and using a bunch of silly expressions like "holy moly" or "jeepers creepers"??!

don't get me started on the honeymoon. yes, you were living in a giant metal capsule but you could swear that as soon as you left the room after days, you were able to breathe fresh air.

lucy wasn’t exactly the easiest person to appease. especially not after finally seeing through the entire “breed” thing that everyone in the vault worshipped so much and experiencing what actually love could be. turns out that sex isn’t something people do just to have kids and “recolonize” the earth, after all

strongly believe that she would be such a loud and whiny girl when you touch her. even the slightest graze would make her legs tremble and she would go like 🥺

"wanna cook together?" "wanna go gardening?" "wanna watch a movie?" "hi, princess, wanna read something together?" "teach me your repair skills?" and her answer would always be "okey dokey" and a huge smile

your favorite part about gardening was to plant food and use it for dinner as you cooked together. and by that, it meant that you would cook while she was happily seating following you around with a cooking book giving you orders like a princess

in other times, you were proud to distract her on purpose by hugging her waist from behind, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. reasonable to assume that the entire room would smell like smoke as she cried at the sight of you on her knees and between her legs, eating her out

when it came to help around the vault, you were a great teacher along with your wife, making sure that all the facts were correct but in a less traumatizing way in order to not scare all the kids with “yeah, so basically all my family got killed by explosions but, hey, i’m here now!”

after a long day, watching movies was your favorite thing to do. one night, when discussing all the different genres of movies that lucy had never seen, you mentioned a specific one

“you know, my grandma used to tell me about this really weird show from the 2020’s where some creepy teenage girls ate each other after crashing into the wilderness.” and lucy’s face goes pale, looking like 😦

“golly gee… i hate it up there.”

[sunflower1experiment]

HOLD UP

“Your name is Orion….” Curly tries to take the card back while you held his face, “Orion….”

“Oh boy!”

The next few days, was filled with you and Anya calling his name. “Orion!!!” Anya hugs him, “Orion.” You say with an allure.

“Dude- get back!” Curly screams while you both skip after him then you both hold his hand. “Orion Curly!!!”

Daisuke peeks around the corner, “HIS NAME IS WHAT!?”

“Agent Orion, Curly.” You strike a muscle macho pose with Anya while Curly sighs sadly. “They love my name it seems.”

The young intern smirks, “I mean we are your pals soooo, we gotta tell Swansea-“

“DAISUKE NO-“ Daisuke already vaulted the couch and left. While Anya looks at him with her mischievous expression, you peek from behind her shoulder. “Hayyyyy Orion!”

“Ladies, stop.” Curly puts his hands up while laughing, “Leave me alone ladies-“

“Curly…..say yo name!” You cheer to hype him up so Anya starts to fangirl, it was just a Tulpar of fun and giggles. Meanwhile Swansea shook his head while Daisuke yells incoherently, “Let- Go- LETGAAAAAA!”

Swansea noogies Daisuke’s hair, then drags him to the three. “Heard ya got a hot name, Captain of the blues.” Curly just shrugs. “I’m shocked people didn’t know.”

“Bitch- we thought your name was Grant.”

Curly pauses, looks at Anya, then the crew then you again. “GRANT? What type of corny ass name-“

“Curls, don’t say that. Imagine having a nickname called Jimmy.” Everyone looks at Jimmy, then you shrug. “He’s right.”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

M4A1 and Angelia with S/O have self heal like in Call of Duty. They get shot like multiple times and just stay in cover and go back to fight like a bullet did not impact them a few seconds ago

(GFL) M4A1 and Angelia reacting to their S/O having FPS-style healing

All you have to do is wipe the strawberry jam off yourself, simple!

M4A1's metaphorical stress levels reach critical when she realizes S/O had taken a hit, immediately yanking them into cover.

(M4A1) "S/O!"

S/O winced in pain, grabbing their arm as she detected an injury. Gritting her teeth, she immediately picked off the enemy dolls with precision shots, four pulls of the trigger blowing off their heads.

(M4A1) "Administering first-aid! Cover me!"

Her squadmate wordlessly vaulted into cover next to M4A1, with RO635 taking her previous spot. M4A1 knelt down, prepared to rip off a part of her own cloth-

...Before no longer detecting an injury and seeing S/O return fire themselves.

(M4A1) "W-Wait!"

And again, she saw them get hit.

...Only to see the injury literally fade after a few seconds.

(M4A1) "...What?!"

S/O's pain seemed to vanish instantly alongside with the bullet wounds, making her physically recoil.

(M4A1) "What the hell?! How did you-?"

(S/O) "M4, what are you doing, we need to take them out!"

S/O stood up out of cover like an idiot, getting riddled with bullets and promptly hiding in cover.

As they gave her a puzzled look, she saw the wounds once again patch themselves together.

M4A1 opened her mouth in disbelief, not sure if she was malfunctioning, her optics getting hacked, or if S/O wasn't human at all.

(M4A1) "Know what? Doesn't matter! Moving around the side!-"

As far as she knew, humans were not durable like T-Dolls to pull off that kind of crap.

Then what did that make S/O?!

(M4A1) Tch, need to ask why S/O never brought that up before...

Angelia is no stranger to taking a few hits herself in the line of duty, especially since she fights alongside her squad on most deployments.

Yet she actively despises seeing anyone under her command get injured, let alone her S/O.

And seeing S/O take three bullets to the leg was enough for her to almost lose her cool, dragging S/O behind a solid wall.

(Angelia) "S/O's down! 94, 12! Get me a medkit, now!"

AK-12 tapped AN-94's shoulder, both of them withdrawing from the firefight momentarily and rushing over to their leader's side and leaving the fight to the other two members of DEFY.

(AK-12) "Here, Ange."

Angelia grabbed the kit from AK-12, and moved to wrap S/O's leg.

...Only to see that the bullet holes had vanished.

(AN-94) "...Ma'am?"

(Angelia) "What the f-?"

(S/O) "Ack! Don't worry, fine now!"

S/O peeked their head out of cover, taking another hit in the shoulder before leaning down again.

And the three watched in real time as S/O's wound suddenly vanished.

(Angelia) "Could...Could you always do that this entire time?!"

(S/O) "W-What do you mean?"

Angelia had half a mind to slap S/O right then and there. How could they just regenerate in front of her so casually?! They were human, weren't they?!

(Angelia) "You and I are going to have WORDS once this is over! 12, 94, we're re-engaging!"

(AK-12 & AN-94) "Acknowledged."

Angelia's worry blossomed into anger, some at herself, but mostly at S/O for not having the decency to bring up the fact they could just tank bullets like that, giving her a mini-heart attack.

[zepskies]

👀 Sneak Peek: BREAKING POINT (Part 1)

Hey, friends! Happy Saturday, and thank you again for all the birthday wishes (and lovely fic gifts) these past few days. 🥰💜💜

I have another two-parter coming soon, finally the sequel to Bubbly in the Every Second Counts-verse...

BREAKING POINT

Pairing: Russell Shaw x Reader

Summary: Russell made you a promise, but “getting out” of government contract work is even more difficult than he thought it would be. Is he willing to put the past aside, or is this going to be your breaking point?

Coming soon in Part 1:

“That’s classified,” he said, only somewhat joking.

“Look, I get that. I know there’s a lot you can’t tell me,” you said, “but give me the broad strokes, okay? Besides Doug, who have been the important people in your life? Where were you stationed? How many countries have you seen?”

Russell let out a deep breath. None of your questions had easy answers. He knew he needed to give you something, even if it was just broad strokes. But…he just couldn’t bring himself to look back anymore. There was too much tied to things he couldn’t, shouldn’t tell you. Mostly it was for your own safety, but selfishly, there were also things he didn’t want to let loose. If he did, maybe it would change the way you looked at him with those soft, loving eyes. 

“Look, maybe that’s not something we should get into tonight,” he said. 

 Your expression shifted into disappointment. You seemed to be making that face a lot lately, whenever he told you about another job out of town, whenever he didn't come home when he initially said he would, whenever he closed up on you.

But this time, you closed up on him.

“You know what, it’s been a long day. I think I’m feeling too tired to cook,” you said. You tossed the wad of empty grocery bags under the kitchen sink and passed by him on your way out of the room, and over to the bedroom.

Russell blinked in confusion. 

“Well, wait, what’re we gonna eat then?” he called after you.

“I don’t know. Make yourself a sandwich,” you said, just before he heard the door shut.

The loud thud made him sigh through his nose. He surveyed the ingredients you’d intended to cook with strewn across the kitchen counter and rubbed a hand over his bearded face. 

“Shoulda saved that conversation for after dinner,” he mused.

Part 1 is out now!

(Part 2 is currently on Patreon)

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@wolkenprinzessin007 @alwaystiredandconfused @carpenterswife @cheynovak

[a-power-outlet]

how would sex work in vault 33?

as a biologist by training, with way too many classes on reproduction, i found myself wondering the answer to this question.

we have only a few lines to work off of to establish these theories. firstly, lucy saying she can't wait for "the real deal" on her wedding day. then, later, she asks maximus directly if he'd like to have sex. not really much, i know. but, i have a few ideas despite this.

also my sources on this include autism that made me rewatch the show five billion times, and a degree in biology + animal science. a lot of research at my school is on reproduction. i almost worked with sperm. a good friend of mine did a study on sex.

i enjoy making video essay-type posts on things since i do research lmao. so, let's dive into some procreation!

in short:

vaults 32 and 33 have a very comprehensive sexual education curriculum, and sexual intimacy is very casual and common.

however, penetrative + procreative sex is reserved for married couples, and-

non-procreative sex is allowed for all. this includes hands, mouths,... other parts. anything that doesn't make a baby.

socially, these rules are kept in line, since no one wants to be the one to have a kid that overloads the food supply or water chip, especially not in a meritocracy.

there may or may not be contraception. i say only married couples get it, since there's likely a limit on number of children they can have.

on the first point, it was clear that lucy knew a good amount about sex. (sex, here, is used generally to mean all acts of intimacy, including nonpenetrative). lucy knew what to do when with monty. lucy offered sex after maximus said she smelt good, and was casual/knowledgeable in what he meant about ejaculation. this could be because of her 'experience' with chet (i don't like discussing this much), but also it's reasonable to extrapolate that she was just taught about all of this in school. they likely sat people down and were like, hey, this is how to make a baby. this is how to pleasure a partner. etc etc etc.

it'd make sense for them to be taught all of this, since 32/33 are explicitly a breeding program. so, it's good to teach them how to procreate effectively. however, they are a breeding program.

the goal, overall, is to make super managers. and i'd like to think bud knows a lil bit about science and selective breeding. so, controlling who people reproduce with is step 1 of making this work. the best way to selectively breed for a trait is to select individuals who exhibit these traits, then put them together. bam, you are one step closer to a super manager. so, you'd make sure marriages are between favorable people, bada bing bada boom.

it's like dog breeding, if you want a less human-centric example. it's also literally eugenics, but bud would definitely dislike that descriptor. it's his own words, he wants a super manager, and 32/33 are breeding pools. so, he's gotta ensure that his breeding program continues without a hitch.

it makes sense, then, for only married couples to perform procreative sex. only married couples can actually reproduce, as they have been approved by the council (and whomever else may be peeking in, like bud). and i think that the stigma associated with a child out of wedlock, as well as education on what makes a baby, how a baby affects the parents and the community, etc., are all ways to keep people from reproducing willy-nilly. the vault clearly prides itself on good deeds, so spinning it as a bad deed that must never happen probably is pretty effective in preventing it. it's not guaranteed, but it just might work.

(plus, you can let them do other things,,, which i touch on later.)

i know i'd hate to be the one to have a kid that throws the entire delicately-balanced vault ecosystem out of balance. one more body may prove too much for the water chip, or the crops! and coming out of the famine (which. may or may not have happened), the idea of keeping the population in-check would be more prevalent within the dwellers.

although, they probably had a mini baby-boom afterwards to get the population back up, because there's a notable lack of 20-30 year olds. imo there's a lot of kids, and a lot of older people. then, mostly young adults died in the famine.

either way, having too many kids would cause problems, especially to have a kid (gasp) without being married. educate them on how to avoid this, and give them alternatives.

i doubt, though, that they'd shun people for having a kid out of wedlock. they'd help and support them, but definitely make them marry to preserve the order.

plus, the way lucy says she needs a suitable marriage partner, to me, moreso seems like marriage is the sole track to procreation, and likely the main psychological method to keep babies from popping up all over. let only the married ones create babies, both to prevent overpopulation AND to control the experiment as a whole.

also, though, it's clear that they don't demonize sex before marriage. and, there's no surefire way to actually prevent people from doing things outside of marriage. religions have tried for millennia to control the whims of human sexual desires. so, callback to my teaser, i think that unmarried individuals can do anything but penis in vagina sex. no making babies, so do anything else. literally anything else.

to frame it with what's been said, they have good sex education. they want to keep reproduction in check, and banning all sex outside of marriage does absolutely nothing to help with that. so, then, why not allow unmarried individuals to be intimate in other ways? handjobs, oral, grinding, heavy petting, there are so many options to allow for people to still scratch the itch whilst not actively posing the risk of making a baby. educate them on how to do these other acts, show them how to be healthy and relieve their urges, but insist, simultaneously, that babies are to be avoided.

it'd also present the idea of freedom, and let dwellers 'socialize', even if their reproduction is heavily controlled. plus, it's good for you! yay! go fuck your neighbor! relieve yourself!

i do want to comment on contraceptives, since i do think there's a chance they exist. i feel like they'd be highly prevalent in in-game vaults if they were something that was available, especially since other vaults have a much lower capacity of people. not every vault has a high-tech atrium growing a bunch of crops. 32 and 33 are also comparatively huge, but that may just be a limit of the game systems (since we can't enter a lot of rooms and dwellings in vaults). even still, you'd want to make sure people didn't get knocked up and overpopulate the vault, causing the mouse utopia that bud mentions.

vault 32/33 may then be an exception, and might have condoms to allow for penetrative intercourse. but imo there's no implication that what chet and lucy did even included that. 'messing around' and marriage being 'the real deal', to me, sounds like lucy hadn't gone that far, so to speak, prior to monty. we also don't know what specifically she was offering with maximus, since 'sex' can refer to any combination of intimate acts. there's many, MANY ways for this all to be interpreted, and ways to achieve the same goal of 'no babies unless said babies would get us closer to or will themselves be super managers'.

i also think the vaults have a limit on how many kids people can have, to help curb overpopulation. married couples may have access to these contraceptives, and i doubt they'd have their tubes tied, since remarriage/making new pairings is a thing. so, only 2 babies per household. no more. stop it.

the vaults likely just have a low rate of fertilization overall, helping with the whole overpopulation thing. be it from the toxic chemicals in their environments, the literal nuclear-fueled devices they wear on their wrists, or the generally poor diet they seem to have (it is better than the wasteland at least), there's likely a lower chance of fertilization and successfully carrying a child to term. the latter is less plausible since i KNOW they'd have good obstetrics to both keep the mother alive, and gain a new life for the vault.

steph's what i mainly base this on because it seems like she was married to bert since the last triennial trade, but only now had her first child. if fertilization was top-notch, they'd definitely be on baby number 2 by now. she also seems incredibly enthusiastic about this whole baby thing, but that could fully be a ruse. regardless, she signed up knowing that she'd be sent into the other vaults to have babies, since i assume she knows exactly what's going on in the experiment. and she doesn't seem to hate the idea of having kids, since she's happy to raise her kids with lucy. so, it took her an awfully long time to have that first baby. i say this is likely from low fertilization rates, but it's also possible that she likes the having kids thing far less than she puts on.

the final tldr (my abstract, perhaps?): vaults 32 and 33 are a breeding experiment to make super managers. to keep this goal in-sight, reproduction within these vaults has to be finely-tuned and controlled. only married couples, which have been approved, are allowed to procreate. to therefore try and curb babies born out of wedlock, 32/33 allow for sexual acts that don't make a baby (i.e. handjobs, oral sex, etc.). social stigma also helps prevent procreation, especially when looking at the limited resources and space within the vaults themselves. it's uncertain if contraceptives exist within the vaults, and fertilization rates may or may not be low as well. regardless, preventing the experiment from going off-the-rails is necessary, so a social + rules-based system was likely put in place to ensure its success.

to end, i also want to note that this shit is fucked up lmao. i'm not like "yay vault tec control people", it's just like. mmm how strange and convoluted can vault-tec be. what other ways can they implement to make humans into guinea pigs for their fucked up experiments.

anyways. thanks 4 reading this far. as always, please feel free to comment your thoughts. i probably won't budge on a lot since this is the backbone for my own lore/stories, but i still like to hear what other people think!

[inmydr3amz]

Hello!! (climbs in through your window but trips over) ehm-

i have a tinyyy little request 👀 okay, so..

~ Another house party happens (different than the one in the movie). The reader was Alyssa's friend and she was into Benj for a while but never made a move because she knew Benj was into Bailey.

~ The school incident still happened. And after that the reader and Benj became closer (somehow idk)

~ Benj gets a little drunk/high in the party , acts whiny and clingy, gets in trouble and all other stuff iykwim and the reader takes care of him.

~ Just a little fluff with kissing cuddling and affection :>

~ Benj is also into the reader btw but realizes it a little late

Thank you already!

°⋆｡drunk words, sober thoughts

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✦ synopsis: in which benj is a clingy and very honest drunk

⟡ content warnings: not proof read at all + fluff!

✦ word count: 1606

✮⋆ a/n: I always take so long im sorryyyy ⋆✮

"Bailey's a dick."

You find him hiding out in the alcove under the stairs at the very end of the hallway, by the art classroom, that empty space facing the wall and covered by the stairs so no one can see inside.

He looks up at you. His face is still red and he looks queasy, nervous. "Huh?" he asks, like he'd been so far-off mentally he didn't hear you. 

"Bailey. She's a dick," you repeat, and he just gives you a hum of acknowledgment. You hand him a chocolate bar with a little awkward smile. His favourite: an off-bran snickers, with peanut and nougat. 

He takes it. "Thanks," he whispers. The plastic of the wrapper crinkles and creases as he just fidgets with it for a moment, eyes distant and glassy.

You duck to avoid the steps sticking in as you walk further into the alcove, settling in next to him. 

Close. Not quite touching, but you can feel his body heat.

You could almost laugh, one of those pitiful, sad laughs as you watch him take a small and defeated bite of the chocolate.

You lean your head back against the wall behind you, just looking at his profile. "I thought it was cute," you say.

He glances up at you, a small flicker of hoping lighting up his pretty eyes. "Really?"

You nod, smiling a little. "Yeah. You're really good. If Bailey was really as into you as she said, she would've liked it. Any girl would've liked it."

"Yeah, but she didn't. God, that was so fucking embarrassing," he whimpers, sliding down the wall and burying his face in his hands. "I'm gonna be the cringey musical guy who got rejected in front of the entire school for forever."

You run your hand into his soft hair, brush it back. "You're too in your head about this. Do you know many people are in this school? Everyone's gonna forget about this in, like, two weeks max. Besides, you're only a freshman. Everybody does stupid, embarrassing shit in their freshman year."

He doesn't sit up or unhide his face, but he does peek an eye up at you. "Did you?"

You laugh, scrunching your face up as you cringe remembering yourself as a freshman. "Of course, I did."

"Like what?" he mumbles against his hands.

Normally you wouldn't open that vault but this is for the greater good. A heavy sigh as you try and pick a moment. "Um . . . one time I bled through my pants and no one told me. I didn't realize until I'd bled literally all over the chair."

He lets out a little huff of what could be a laugh. "That's bad but not as bad."

"That's 'cause I'm not as good at singing as you are, so that was never an option for me."

He smiles behind his hands and finally uncovers his face. "Thanks," he murmurs.

You nudge your shoulder with his. "Anytime. And, hey, if you do get exiled from your social life for this, you always have me."

Benj snorts. "Yeah, Alyssa will never let me hang out with you two."

"I'll deal with her," you say. You're quiet for a moment, mulling over what you're about to say. "Or . . . we could always just hang out. Just you and me."

His eyes widen, face flushing a little. "Really?"

A small shoulder, you nudge your shoulder with his again. "Yeah."

★

Benj and Alyssa are already at the kitchen counter having breakfast when you walk in through the side door. Bailey isn't there because she stopped coming in at breakfast—and coming over in general—so often after what happened.

"Good morning," you smile, ruffling Benj's hair. Then you hold his shoulders from behind, lean down to speak in his ear. "Party tonight. You coming?"

"Freshmen aren't allowed," Alyssa interjects quickly. 

"They are if they're plus-ones," you argue. "So, you coming? You'll be my plus-one."

He grins. "Yeah, I'll be there." He holds out a piece of bacon from his breakfast for you over his shoulder. 

You let out a little "yay!" and bite it out of his hand. 

His cheeks are pink and he's a little light-headed, dazed as he watches you walk over to Alyssa.

★

He deserves this. Anyone would deserve this after the social murder that was the way Bailey brutally humiliated him in front of everyone at the assembly.

And so Benj is very much drunk. He'd never drank before so he was already enough of a tipsy lightweight early into the night, but a game of beer pong (which he totally crushed, by the way) just did him in.

You're sitting in the corner of the couch on your own, scrolling through your phone because you don't really talk to Bailey anymore and Alyssa is still trying to get Nicole back when a wasted Benj collapses across you, head on your chest as he giggles.

You let out a surprised squeak before softening up when you realize it's him and pocketing your phone, petting his hair.

"Hi," you say amused.

He hooks his chin on your chest and looks up at you, all flushed and pink and giddy. "Hi," he hiccups, still giggling. "Did you see me playing? I was good." (See?) "Wasn't I good?"

He practically purrs as you scratch his head. "Yeah, I saw. You were good."

He just stays there, content as you pet him. Eventually you sigh and pat his shoulder.

"Ok, up," you say.

He whines. "I don't want toooo."

"Benj," you scold. 

He pouts up at you. "Why?"

"Because I want a drink."

Benj perks up at that. "I want one too," he slurs.

"No. You've had enough."

He whines again but eventually huffs and rolls off you anyway. "Fine, mom." You snorts as you stand up. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait—" He almost falls over as he scrambles off the couch and throws his arms around your shoulders from behind. 

It's now that you realize you're going to be dealing with a clingy baby all night, no matter how cute. 

He spends the entire time hanging off of you, an arm around you at all times. He's whiney, refusing to let you separate from him for even a moment.

. . . That is until he gets dragged off by some Juniors to do god-knows-what.

It takes you a whole 5 minutes before you give up on being alone and start looking for him and another 10 before you find him.

He's outside in the backyard sharing a blunt with the Juniors who dragged him away.

Oh, jesus christ.

You quickly walk over to him, tugging on his arm. "Benj, what're you doing?"

He turns around and—oh god help you. 

He's got marker all over his face, drawn-on sunglasses and a doobie at the corner of his mouth and "drugs" across his forehead and a penis on his cheek and just a bunch of shit he definitely didn't draw.

"Y/N!" he exclaims excitedly like a toddler. 

"You've gotta be kidding me . . . ," you mumble. Sighing, you make him get rid of his blunt and pull at his arm, forcing him to stand. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

He pouts as you pull him into the house and weave through the crowd. "It's not that bad."

You pull him into the first empty bathroom you find and close the door, sitting him on the closer toilet. You stand between his legs, push his hair back. "Trust me, baby, it is."

You turn to find a cloth and dab it in water and soap and he slumps back like a toddler, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"I'm mad at you," he grumbles. 

You let out a breath of laughter. "Are you now?"

"Yes. I didn't want to leave and I don't want you to clean my face."

"Too bad." You settle back in between his legs with the damp cloth and hold his chin despite his protests and attempts at being defiant. "Benj, please? Your mom will be really mad if you come home looking like this, you know?" you say like you're speaking to a child. 

You can see his face change as he considers this until he finally concedes, realizing you're right. "Fine," he mumbles. 

"Thank you."

You rub at his face, slowly but surely cleaning the sharpie mask off. Occasionally he hisses or pouts and turns away when you go too hard. 

At some point, his hands go to your thighs and just holds you. 

When you're done, you turn around and put the cloth in the sink. You go for the door but he tightens his grip on your thighs and pulls you back, drops his forehead onto your stomach. 

You stiffen a little, eyes wide in shock. "Benj—"

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, nuzzling your stomach. "You're so nice to me and I'm being mean."

You sigh, running your hands into his hair. "It's ok."

He wraps his arms all the way around your thighs and hugs them. "You're so nice to me. So nice . . . And you're so pretty. So pretty. So pretty, so soft, so perfect . . . ," he babbles, half drunk, half high. He pulls his face away and looks up at you, eyes dazed. Then his face flickers like he just realized something. "Oh my god."

"What?" you ask, caressing his face. 

"It's you." He kisses the skin of your stomach that's been exposed from his nuzzles lifting your shirt. "I love you."

He's a very honest drunk.

You lean down and peck his lips because you can't, in good conscience, do anything else. "Tell me that again when you're sober, yeah?"

[sofiareidings]

I Can See You

Summary: You and Spencer are in a relationship but have to keep it a secret from the rest of the team. Spencerxgn!reader Warnings: fluff and swearing

A/N: This story is loosely based off of the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift. If you want a really good fic based off the song you should check our @reiderwriter 's masterlist!

Word Count: 0.8k

Song Suggestions: I Can See You (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift

Three months, six days, four hours, twenty-seven minutes, and five seconds. That's how long you'd been dating. But no one knew about it.

Three months was a long time though. In the first couple weeks it wasn't too bad, looks from across the room and nights together were enough. But as the weeks turned to months it wasn't nearly enough anymore, you two were getting more and more desperate and risky.

It was killing both of you more and more everyday. You just couldn't risk it. The need and want for each other was crippling.

***

The team had been in Austin, Texas for two days now, investigating a string of murders. The station was crowded and hot, recycling bins filled to the brim with plastic water bottles and a dozen fans.

Because of how hot it was and the case you and Spencer had barely even talked. Walking down a somewhat empty hallway of the police station you felt a tug on your arm.

"Hey, come here." Turning your head and smiling when you saw who it was. Moving closer while smiling you squeezed yourselves into the small broom closet he had been hiding in.

"Why are you hiding in a broom closet?" You laughed, "And how long have you been in here?" Smiling he ran his hand through his hair, bumping his elbow off the wall.

Spencer went to try and pull you closer but while doing that he smacked his hand against a shelf making things tumble down. Both of you went out of the closet at different times and back to work. Sneaking off as much as possible.

"Way too long." He smiled before leaning in and kissing you, after a couple seconds you were reminded just how long since you two had been like this and the kiss became more passionate.

***

It was late at night and everyone was back at the hotel getting their rest. The team had presented the profile that evening so you all were feeling pretty comfortable.

There was a knock on your hotel door and you ran over, looking through the peephole you grinned and opened the door. Spencer took a quick peek around the hallway before stepping into the room, immediately cupping your face and kissing it softly.

"I thought you didn't get my text." You whispered, stepping back for a moment.

"I have barely seen you these past two days." He said before hugging you tight, kissing the top of your head. "I wish we weren't hiding like this."

"I know, soon. Only a little longer." You assured him while running your hand up and down his arm.

You continued talking until the words were replaced with kissing. You pulled back and started to unbutton his shirt when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Shit, that's Emily." You mumbled and pushed Spencer into the bathroom. Accidentally pushing too hard and he hit his side against the counter. "Be quiet, I'll talk with her quickly."

Opening the door Emily looked around the room, seemingly a little suspicious. "What took you so long to answer the door?" She walked past you and noticed a knocked over bottle. "Did you fall or something?"

"Uh, yeah…" You trailed off as you eyed Spencer's watch on the ground. Moving closer to Emily while kicking it under the bed. "What did you need, Em?"

"Oh, I was hoping you had some eyeliner. Is it in your bathroom? Can I grab some?" Her hand landed on the handle and you ran in front of the door laughing out of nervousness. "What are you doing?"

"It's just, I have some stuff in there. Private stuff, let me get it for you…" She raised her eyebrows, not believing a word you said.

"No, don't worry about it, I won't look at your things." She smiled and opened the door. "There he is, hi Spencer." He was tucked into a corner or the room, hair dishevelled and shirt half on.

"Uh, hi Emily." He stuttered, "Wait, how'd you know I was in here?" You turned to her too. Realising what he meant.

"I mean, was it a secret?" She laughed and held onto the counter for support. "W-wait, you're telling me you didn't know?"

Met with two confused looks, she had her answer.

"You guys aren't as secretive as you think. We've all known for like a month." She stopped laughing and frowned. "Shit, I owe Morgan twenty bucks now."

"Are we the dumb ones?"

Once Emily had enough teasing she grabbed her eyeliner and left. You turned away from the door shaking your head while laughing.

[jwillbiteyourfingersoff]

Ch.1 : Meet Cute

Norm Maclean loves his sister, and after Betty finds out about his discovery in vault 31, he is forced out into the wastelands to "find her"

Norm Maclean/Gn!Surface!Reader

Ch: 2

Another day in an unloving wasteland, in an unloving life, and undignified exile. Getting adopted then expelled from the brotherhood of steel in 6 months had to be some kind of laughable record. Stalking through the desolate stretches of sand and broken down buildings put a hamper on my mood, but sitting alone in one of said buildings and finding some rations and a place to rest let my sour mood settle for a while. Taking the goggles from my eyes and laying them besides the palette, hand still on my hostler, I closed my eyes for a possible 30 minutes of sweet escape from the world surrounding me.

This slumber, of course, was interrupted by the sounds of approaching feet. An eye shoots open, the hand still resting lightly on my pistol tightens, readying to shoot an angry cannibal (or maybe a ghoul?) straight between the eyes. “Fuck off unless you want your brains as some fresh paint for these walls.” I bark, pointing my pistol at the entrance of the half destroyed structure. The footsteps stop, and a small noise seems to come from the entrance. I walk closer, pistol still aimed and ready, trying to sneak a peek outside the slanted door. I see someone dressed in all blue, yellow accents curving their suit and…

“Holy shit.” I whisper, not believing what I’m seeing for a moment. “A… vault dweller?” I lower my gun slightly as I continue to scan the man before me. He's slim, slight in his build, almost mousey. His hair is fluffed and he looks like hes actually most likely showered in the past week. “I thought all y’all were dead. What are you doing up here?” I question him, gun now less of a concern to keep up at all times.

“I-” The vault boy croaks before coughing, “My name is Norm. I’m looking for my sister.” He raises his hand up to his sides as he takes a very small step forward, showing his lack of weapons and threat to me as best he can. “Her name is Lucy, she has a suit with a 33 on it like me.” He continues to speak cautiously and slowly, as if trying to communicate with an animal. “I don't want trouble or to hurt you, I just want to know if you've seen her.” He looks at me, sincere and hiding his fear well.

I study his face. Hes admittedly quite cute, but that might be because he doesn't look like he's starving and rotting at the same time. His big brown eyes feel… trustable. Truly a unique trait on the surface, same as his uncracked lips and clean(ish) face. “I haven't seen your sister, vault boy.” He seems to deflate a bit, some of the hopeful energy he carries seems to vanish.

“Oh. Alright, then. Have a…” He looks behind me, into the sand filled, ramshackle building, “…palatable rest of your day.” He begins to walk backwards, and I lower my gun. He lets out a sigh of relief and turns around as I do so. He begins stomping through the sand away from me, but something makes me want him to stay.

“You know, a vaulty like you ain't gonna make it long alone out here.” I yell after him. “The only reason I didn't shoot ya is because I don't like killing people who ain't carrying no weapons.” I re-holster my gun, putting my hands on my hips as I watch him try to ignore me. “Not a lot of people are gonna be as kind, especially not to a vaulty like you.” He stops for a moment, turning to look at me in a mix of annoyance and fear. “That 33 might as well be a big ol target on your back.”

He turns to look at me fully, facing me as he seems to scan me “And why should I trust what you say?”

I shrug “Shouldn't, really. But if you want someone who don't kill for fun or food, I’m the best you got for miles.” Leaning against the door, I cross my arms. We stare at one another for a long while, him searching for answers in a purposefully cryptic face. “This is the only livable shelter for a long while, I’m willing to share as long as you promise not to steal any of my shit.” The deal comes out of the blue even for me, often I’m not willing to share my spaces but something about him seemed different. Maybe it was because he was a vaulty, their whole shtick was being harmless and wanting to help right?

Hey y'all! this is the first chapter in a series that I'm gonna be doing about Norm post-season 1, hope y'all like it :]

[daughterofcain-67]

𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 (𝚙𝚝 3)

(Soldier Boy x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : When Ben comes across Crimson Countess he also runs into the man that released him from the vault back in Russia. He proposes a deal which Ben has to think about, but Butcher has some information that peeks his interest. Your whereabouts.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : spoilers to the show (Ben’s encounter with Crimson Countess), a little bit of a steamy moment. I think that’s it?

After his encounter with The Legend, Ben knew that his first stop would have to be Crimson Countess. But there was one more piece of information he needed to gather.

He needed to know where you were and he needed to figure out how the Hell he was going to get to you. You were his top priority and he had a feeling Countess would know where to look. He didn’t know if that feeling was right, but it had to be worth some sort of shot.

Soon enough, Ben made it to the shitty little trailer that Countess lived in, but before he could make an advance on the little building, he was confronted. He saw this man’s face before, but from where. But then it clicked and he recognized him.

“You’re the asshole from the lab.”

“That’s right. I’m the one that managed to get you out. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I know you want Countess dead. Don’t worry, Mate, I’m not here to stop ya. She’s right in the trailer for the taking. It can sort of be considered a uh.. a gesture of good faith.” The man said. Ben lifted a brow.

This man meant to tell Ben that he allowed Countess to live just so he could kill her? What the hell was this man trying to get him wrapped up into?

“Good faith for what?”

“Well, I was thinking that you and I could come up to what one would call a… well a team up of sorts.”

“You want me? To team up with you?”

The burly looking man smirked before he reached into his pocket before pulling out a little piece of paper, “We know Countess isn’t the end goal for you.”

Ben didn’t like the sound of this. But he wasn’t about to stand by and take orders from some rookie that thinks he can be won over by Countess’ life being saved.

“Oh yeah, and what do you think my end goal is supposed to be, hmm?”

“A certain retired supe named Quake.” Ben’s jaw tightened for a moment and was about ready to tear this stranger limb from limb if he dared to make a threat against you.

“Now don’t get the wrong idea, Mate. I’m not here to make any threats against you or your little Harlot. This is just another gesture of mine after you take down Countess in there.”

Ben looked at the sheet the man was holding in his hand and he started to think before he spoke again, “I’ve got my own mission, Buddy.”

“Oh we understand. The details can be discussed a bit later, but we need a um… a favor I suppose you could say.”

“Let me handle Countess before I take any favors from the likes of you. If I want that address badly enough, I have my own ways of getting it without having to owe anyone any damned favors.” The man walked over to him anyway before he just handed the paper over.

“Just take the damned paper, Mate. Make your life a little easier. Go in there, do what you need to do, and I’ll even give you a ride to Quake myself.”

Ben thought about it before he reluctantly took the piece of paper from the man he would later learn was named Butcher. He put it into the pocket he had in his uniform pants before he started walking up to Countess’ door.

He has waited so long for this little ‘reunion’ of sorts.

When he walked in, he noticed that his ex girlfriend was bound to a chair. So that was what the man meant by a gesture. They did all the hard work and she sat there so helplessly for him. They were really trying to suck up to him for this little favor they wanted, huh?

“Ben? Is that you?”

Ugh, even her voice made his stomach churn with so many regrets. At one point he even hated to say that he loved her before you came into the picture.

As he stepped further into the light she spoke again, “You look so young.”

“Yeah well.. you don’t.”

Ben could see the fear in the woman’s eyes and oddly enough, it was exhilarating to know that she was fully aware of her mistake. She genuinely thought the Russians could have killed him, “I’m so, so sorry..”

Ben tilted his head as he watched her practically tremble with fear in her seat, “This wasn’t my idea. You have to believe me.”

“How much did the Russians pay you, Sweetheart? Hmm?” The moment she looked away and revealed that they didn’t pay her was crushing oddly enough.

“They didn’t pay you anything? At all?” Still, no eye contact was made as Ben continued to stare at her.

“To think.. at some point I loved you.” He began.

“I know you and I had our ups and downs, but I still held onto the hope that while they tortured me, burned me, injected poison into me that somehow you would be the one that would come and find me again. You were the one I trusted most on the team.”

Then, Countess finally looked back up at Ben and she had this spiteful look in her gaze.

“Love? I didn’t love you. I hated you.” She seethed, leaning forward into her chair,

“Every last one of us hated you. What kind of a woman would love a monster like you?”

The hand that wasn’t holding Ben’s shield tightened into a fist. So that was the true feelings Countess had. There wasn’t even a sibling sort of love or any sense of camaraderie to give them a bond over the years? Everything they had truly meant nothing?

Ben’s eyes darkened and he felt that familiar burning in his chest once more. It was a little less intense then before, but he watched Countess’ eyes widen and she leaned back into the chair as she tried to brace herself. But he was sure nothing could have braced her for a death quite like this.

He released the energy that was building up within him and a blast escaped his chest. Several seconds went by and the light from the energy blast finally dissipated. When he looked in the spot where his former girlfriend sat, he saw nothing but a burnt skeleton in her place. Her home was completely destroyed in the process but of course, it didn’t exactly matter to him.

When he stepped off the remnants of the trailer, he saw some blonde chick staring at him and her eyes started glowing yellow before some lanky looking kid stepped in front of her. He could tell they were starting to have a discussion, and since it didn’t involve him Ben decided to walk away and start his own journey.

As Ben walked, he pulled out the sheet of paper and saw your address. Apparently it’s changed since the last time he saw you. All he knew was that he was one step closer to seeing you again.

“So, Mate. What do you say about that team up?” The man with the accent said and he turned around and stared at him.

“You take me to this address so I know this is really where she is. Then I’ll think about that little favor of yours as far as putting it on my agenda.” Ben said, and luckily for him the two men that were deciding to follow him around for whatever reason knew that this wasn’t up for a negotiation.

Whatever they wanted, they must’ve needed him pretty badly to make sure whatever they were going after gets accomplished.

“Of course. We’ll take you there now. It’s a couple of hours from here though so you’ll be in a cramped car for a while.” The lanky one finally spoke. What did this little kid have anything to do with this?

After a few hours, they pulled up several yards away from some sort of cabin. So this was where you decided to stay? Some cabin in the woods? He supposed it was private enough after all.

While Ben looked out of the window towards the building, he heard Butcher turning in his seat. Ben glanced over and saw that Butcher was handing him yet another sheet of paper. this time it had a phone number on it.

“Take the night to think on it, catch up with that little friend of yours now that you know she’s inside, and call us in the morning.” Ben lifted a brow and took the sheet of paper before he got out of the car. Butcher and Hughie - evidently that was the name of the scrawny kid - backed out and drove off, leaving Ben there.

He started to walk up to your cabin, his heart pounding in his chest and he could even hear it. This felt so surreal and he wasn’t even sure he could knock on the door incase it was just some kind of dream.

As he got closer, Ben realized that you didn’t have any lights on in the house. He carefully walked up to a window and took a look inside. When he did, he caught a glimpse of your little office area. You had a library, he supposed reading could be a good pastime for retirement even if he wasn’t a big reader himself. But what caught his attention was a chest that was sitting beneath your desk.

He could see the top of the chest was open and there were a shit ton of envelopes inside. Who the hell were you supposed to be pen pals with all of this time and who had the time to write like that? He couldn’t be more curious if he tried.

Ben bit his lip as the wheels started turning in his mind as he tried to think of a way to sneak into this room. He reached into his boot and picked up a pocket knife and started to slide it into the window, his attempt to unlock it and let himself in that way. To his surprise, Ben was successful and he opened up the window before proceeding to let himself in. Then he shut the window quietly once more.

When he walked over to the desk and pulled out the chest and set it on top of the desk, he got a closer look at the names on the envelopes. He turned on the lamp on your desk so he could see a bit better and he noticed that every last one of them had his name on them.

“She wrote letters?” He asked himself, mostly in a hushed tone. Then he noticed the fact that each envelope had been dated from 1984 to just this morning.

He took one of the letters and noticed the date as September 19, 2001. One of his birthdays over the years. As he opened it up, he saw your beautiful handwriting and he smiled to himself as he began to read.

Happy birthday my Ben!

Today would be your 82nd birthday. I know I’m not that far behind you. We’re both a couple of oldies, huh? It’s crazy how much times have changed here and I wish I could hear your thoughts on it.

I know for sure you would be opinionated on the attacks on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon couple of days ago. I know you would want to be one of the first ones there to set the terrorists straight. Honestly I think you would hate what this world has come to anyway. You missed out on the Y2K movement at the turn of the millennium. Technology is really advancing and it’s honestly really scary. And we thought Vought’s tech was getting out of hand. People even have little computers they can take into their homes now, phones aren’t attached to the walls anymore like what we had growing up. People can carry their phones in their pockets now. That’s crazy to me!

I miss you so much, Ben. It never gets easier celebrating your birthday since everyone thinks your dead. I know that I should to, but I can’t for whatever reason. There’s a lot of conspiracy theorists that think you’re alive but those are few and far between. Unfortunately not a lot of them know who you are anymore. We have a new generation of supe fans and the old school supes are either dying off or they’re retiring and getting forgotten. The only supe you may recognize that’s active on the field would probably be Black Noir.

But anyway.. Not much is really happening. I’m watching a couple of your old movies today before I might go grocery shopping. Maybe I’ll pick up a few more envelopes. I’m running low on some supplies for these silly letters.

I love you, Ben. You’ll always have my heart.

Your Y/N.

Ben couldn’t help but feel this warmth in his heart, and it wasn’t one of those energy blasts getting ready. He folded up the piece of paper and put it back into the envelope and looked through some more of the envelopes.

Then he pulled another one out, this one was dated for January 19, 2020.

Well, Ben, I think human society will be coming to an end soon.

No it’s not the reason one would think. Apparently this virus called Covid has hit the country and everyone is supposed to be quarantined. It’s not that big of a deal for me because I’m alone anyways. But I was doing some online shopping to stock up on some things and I found out that stores are selling out of toilet paper of all things!

People get too hysterical. But maybe I shouldn’t talk too much about that since I’m a supe and don’t have the luxury of suffering from a virus like that. The people without our abilities and immune systems are suffering a lot though. It’s kind of hard to see the decline of everything.

It’s moments like this where I’m sort of glad that you’re not here to witness this madness. I really hope things will get better though. I don’t know if it will. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Y/N

There was even a virus? How bad was that? From what you said in your letter, it sounded like a national problem, maybe even global. Times really had changed a lot and he couldn’t believe just how much he had missed. All of this information just from reading two of your letters.

Honestly, he was glad you wrote these letters. It gave him something he could use to catch up on a lot of things that have happened over these past few decades. What made it even better was that it was from your own point of view. And if he could, Ben would spend all night reading each one of your letters.

It was so thoughtful to know that you did this. That you didn’t give up hope on him and that you would write to him as if he were still there able to read every word.

Just as Ben was about to grab another letter to read, he heard footsteps coming down from the hall and then there was the sound of a switch. When he looked over he saw that there was a hall light on and saw the most beautiful woman in the world standing in the doorway.

You looked just as beautiful as the day he left you for Nicaragua. It was like you hadn’t aged a single day either.

You were standing there in your grey ish silk robe that reached down to the floor. Around your neck he recognized the chain of the necklace he gave you all those years ago. He was amazed that you still wore it around your beautiful little neck. Your hair framed your face perfectly, as if you hadn’t even gone to sleep just yet.

He could see the disbelief in your eyes as he carefully took a step forward towards you.

You stood there completely stunned. You thought you had heard a noise a few minutes ago as you were getting ready to try and sleep but the feeling was too unsettling. You were glad you had gotten out of bed and walked down the hall because when you noticed the light in your office was turned on, you were shocked at who was in front of you.

You swore that your eyes were deceiving you. This had to be some sort of dream. But you don’t remember actually being able to fall asleep that night. But what you believed you were seeing was Ben, alive and well and in his uniform. He looked like he hadn’t aged a day, much like you hadn’t aged.

“Ben? Is… Is that you?” You breathed out as he started to walk towards you.

“It’s really me, Sweetheart.”

Hearing his voice again made your eyes well up with tears. After so many years you never knew when you would possibly be able to hear his voice or even see him again, but Ben was really there standing in front of you! You could hardly believe it!

You ran into his arms and he lifted you up effortlessly and spun you around. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his neck. His hands were beneath your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his waist to keep you steady but he was able to use one hand to cradle the back of your head. You must’ve been trembling since he started to mutter sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s really me, Love. I’m not leaving like that ever again. Not for Vought, not for anyone.” He reassured you, but you didn’t really care about that right now. You were too caught up in enjoying his embrace.

You slowly pulled away from his neck so you could get a better look at him. Gently moving a strand of hair away from his face, you admired every little feature of his face. You thought you would never be able to see him again or be this close to him again. As you moved one of your arms to place a hand on his bearded face, you leaned in and gently smashed your lips against his. You hadn’t realized just how many emotions you were holding in at the moment as you felt warm tears streaming down your cheeks. Tears of joy, happiness, so much relief, confusion, and other emotions that you couldn’t exactly describe in that moment.

Ben kissed you back instantly and he could feel one of your hands going to the back of his neck and your fingernails found the bottom of his scalp, the gentle scratch as you ran your fingers through his hair caused a chill shoot through his spine as the kiss started to grow more heated and passionate. He’s longed for this closeness for so long, even before he was shipped out of the country. He’s missed you and everything about you.

The moment your lips parted, Ben instantly wanted more of your kisses but you started to speak again.

“Where’ve you been all this time? How did you make it back?” You asked breathlessly as Ben lifted a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

“I’ll tell you all about it later. I had some business to take care of before I was able to see you.”

“What business was that?”

“Countess…” He trailed off, making you lift a brow. “Originally when I was supposed to come back with the others I was going to break things off with her. Granted it’s several years later but I still needed to have a conversation with her.”

The expression on your face told Ben you must’ve been a little skeptical about the ‘how’ everything transpired and maybe she speculated he had more than just a conversation to end things. But he could always tell you later.

“I promise… I’ll answer any questions you have later. The important thing is, I’m back and I’m here with you again and Countess is permanently out of the picture.” That beautiful smile you had returned on your face and Ben leaned down to kiss you again but you pulled away, confusing Soldier Boy.

“Set me down.” You whispered and got out of his grasp. Then you took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his before Ben realized he was following you through the house and he made it to your bedroom.

Once he was in the room you shut the door and Ben looked down at you. The next thing he knew, Ben was sitting down on the edge of your mattress and he watched you took off your robe. You were wearing just a regular set of pajamas, a loose fitting black silk tank top and some matching shorts to go with it but you were still so unbelievably gorgeous.

He took your hand he gently pulled you close and you sat down, straddling his lap. He could feel your delicate hands on his chest and he lifted a hand to touch your sweet face, letting his thumb gently caress your bottom lip. He could feel how warm your cheeks got at such a simple action, and he lied the way you seemed to react to his touch. Then, Ben leaned in to kiss you once more.

The warmth of his lips sent a fire inside of you as Ben continued to deepen the kiss. You could feel his tongue over your mouth and you parted your lips for him. An involuntary little noise escaped you from his kiss. You started to feel a little light headed with the way he seemed to consume you in the moment.

But the moment Ben parted your lips, he lifted you up and turned the both of you around so you were on your back. The actions caused you to let out a giggle. You didn’t know why you laughed, maybe it was because both of you were eager, maybe it was still the fact that everything was still so surreal for you. Ben didn’t seem to mind the laughter because he was smiling at you when you looked up at him.

You reached up and pulled him down for another kiss and he placed a soft kiss on your lips before he started letting his lips work their way down your neck. You could feel his beard tickling your sensitive skin but you didn’t mind. You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of his touch as you let your hand go to the back of his head, fingers getting tangled in his hair.

Ben smiled against your skin when he felt your hands in his hair again. He reached down and moved one of your thighs and you instinctively hooked it around his waist as he settled between your legs. Then he let his hand run up your thighs, loving how soft your skin felt beneath his fingertips. He could feel the way your body seemed to grow hot with his touch and he loved it.

But just as things were starting to get good, things were interrupted.

Both you and Ben could hear some sort of ruckus outside and Ben lifted his head from your neck, “Son of a bitch, what the hell is that?”

You were definitely frustrated that you were interrupted too, but you wondered more about what could be outside. How were you found? You had a feeling that whatever was outside couldn’t exactly be good news.

You and Ben both got out of bed and started making your way to the living room and you walked towards one of the windows and you saw Black Noir standing with Queen Maeve. You could faintly hear Queen Maeve talking about something.

“I still don’t get why Homelander wants us to check this out. Is he really that paranoid about Starlight? They’re supposed to be the world’s number one couple aren’t they?” You could hear Maeve say, but not to anyone’s surprise Noir didn’t answer.

Still, it was enough for your eyes to widen. Homelander and the Seven knew where you were now? Why the hell did they come to your door? How did you get wrapped up this mess? Just by some sort of minor association with that Butcher fellow and his little group?

“Noir…” You heard Ben speak.

When you looked over at him, you could tell he was angry. What the hell happened in Nicaragua? You turned to him and put a hand on his chest.

“They can’t possibly know you’re alive. They want me because of some group that stopped by a few days ago. Just stay here before you get yourself in trouble again.” You pleaded.

“You don’t understand. Noir was a part of it some how. I need to go out there and-“

“Ben, I don’t know what you’re planning. I don’t know how you plan on doing it. But you need to do things right and right now that means listening to me before you wind up somewhere that you don’t need to be. I’m not losing you for another several decades.”

Ben’s jaw tightened and he hated when you got stubborn like this. But you were right. He supposed the logical thing to do at the moment was lie low before he found out where the rest of his former teammates resided. And Butcher… maybe he knew more than he was leading on.

Before Ben knew it, you were walking out your front door to confront the two supes.

“Hi there. Is there something the two of you need this late at night?” You asked, not really that scared to face them head on. If it was just a conversation, you could handle it.

“O-Oh. Quake. We didn’t realize that you were still awake.” Queen Maeve said, almost like a teen who’s plans to sneak out got foiled.

“Yeah, you both are interrupting a good book I was reading before I was alerted you were out here. Now what do you want?”

“Noir and I just wanted to know if you were visited by a man named William Butcher and his friends, and if you happened to know anything about Soldier Boy.”

“Soldier Boy’s dead, remember? You know just about as much as I do.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Quake, we know Starlight found your address. There was an explosion where Crimson Countess lived and when servailence was checked, it caused us to have the belief that Soldier Boy is alive. We have reason to believe he may be here and we just want to talk to him.” Queen Maeve said and your eyes darkened.

You knew Starlight was sweet and all when she sent you that photo of Ben, but you should have known she was naive and she’d get caught eventually.

“I told you, I don’t know anything. Now I think you should leave.” You said, your tone growing more stern.

“We just need to see if Soldier Boy is here then we’ll get out of your hair.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that both of them were unwilling to listen, then you raised your hand forward. The earth beneath you began to shake and then, from the ground, rose a wall of rock and dirt. You made a pushing motion with your hand and the wall went forward, pushing Queen Maeve and Black Noir back until they hit a couple of trees in the woods.

You were just glad you had plenty of acreage with nothing on it so you could use the ground as much as you needed to for self defense.

Anyway, you raised your hands again and took the patch of ground that Black Noir and Queen Maeve were on, lifting both of them up on their own personal island before you practically flung them several miles back from where they came from.

After all, they’re supers. They’ve survived worse. You just wanted them away from your home, not dead.

You shut the door behind you and walked past Ben who must’ve seen the whole thing through the window.

“Why’d you through them across all creation like that?” He asked, trying to joke with you, but you weren’t exactly in the joking mood anymore.

“What the hell did you do to Countess? They said there was some kind of explosions? They want to know where you are and now they may want to kill you.” You said as you started looking for your suitcases.

Ben sighed for a moment before he started telling you everything from his point of view.

“Countess and my team members stabbed me in the back. They tried to get me killed and the Russians took me. They were trying to figure out what could kill me and somehow in the process, I got new abilities that results in these energy blasts like the explosion at Countess’ place. She’s dead.”

“Holy-fucking-Hell, Ben! You can’t just go and blow people up like that! Do you realize that there’s cameras practically all over the place? No wonder they found you!” You exclaimed as you started packing up your things.

“Look, I’m still new to this whole technology-is-everywhere concept, alright? She lived in a damned trailer, I didn’t think it would get that much attention.” He told you and you sighed.

“Why are you packing up everything?” Ben asked you as he watched you moving about.

“Because my house is known to Vought now? And since I was uncooperative with those two supes, it’s only a matter of time before Homelander tries to take a shot at me and I don’t feel like dealing with his bullshit. I’ve got to figure out some other place to go. Not to mention the fact that I helped out Grace whenever I retired. She doesn’t have a good reputation with them either. They know William Butcher and his friends came to my house asking some questions because I think they want to take down Homelander once and for all, naturally Vought’s not going to like that. I’ll have to go into hiding all over again until I figure out where to go.”

Ben frowned at the way you were rambling but he supposed he could understand where you’re coming from. He watched you head to your office to grab something before he reached out and took your arm to get you to stop moving around so frantically.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Haven’t I always made sure you were safe from Vought after your little endeavors in retirement?” He reminded you and you let out a sigh as he pulled you into his embrace. He laid his head on top of yours, hating that you were suddenly stressed out about this mess.

“You did…”

“And what makes you think I won’t help you now? That William Butcher guy, he came to me wanting my help. He was the one that basically put Countess on a silver platter for me and he lead me to you. He probably wants the same things you do.” He said.

“Let me call Butcher. If he’s really as much trouble as this Homelander guy as you say he is, and he still hasn’t gotten caught? Maybe I can do that little favor he needs me to and we’ll figure out a plan from there.” He insisted.

“I don’t know.. what if the supes take you again or if someone double crosses you?”

“I’ll just have to kill them before they can try.”

“That’s really not comforting…”

Ben smiled a little before he placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Nothing’s going to happen to me. Once we get everything we need to settles, you and I can find some place to go. Hell we can travel out of the country if we wanted to and find some nice place to spend the rest of our lives.”

“That’s… a little bit better I guess. Gives me something positive to think about.”

“That’s better… now, why don’t I make a call to Butcher then we can get whatever you need all packed.” He insisted and you nodded against his chest.

“Ben?”

“Yes, Sweetheart?”

“I’ve missed you. Really missed you.”

Ben lifted his head from the hop of yours and he looked down at you. He could see so much worry on your face after everything that’s just happened. It was such a contrast from how happy you were moments ago and he hated how quickly things seemed to change.

“I’ve missed you too, Sweetheart. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You smiled softly before you carefully pulled him down by the neck and planted a soft little kiss on his lips before pulling away from his embrace.

“Give Butcher a call. We may not have that much time.”

Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed part three of this story! There will be more to come soon 🥰

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