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changeling-droneco · 11 months ago

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Hi I'm that person who made the original post about "no doesn mean no" when a small bit of the mr beast company document was leaked, well, now we have the full document (thanks rosanna) so I'm going to go over it. Please note I am not a lawyer or a business man, I'm in college for psychology, so I might misunderstand some things or make the wrong conclusion. However, if this is a document made for the average mr. beast employee, if I cannot understand it properly, then im sure some employees also struggled

First of all, the opening paragraph. Like I get it's supposed to be like, to put people at ease, but

This is so strange? Like, first of all, this is your EMPLOYEE MANUAL, you should have run it through like, a spell check? Or had someone edit it? This is already incredibly unprofessional. Also the promising of a thousand dollars if you pass a quiz on it? It's bizarre and I'd love to see if it's an actual quiz.

Jimmy, hun, please god get an editor for this you're already trying my patience.

YOU SHOULD, you genuinely should, while interconnected these are all COMPLETELY different jobs, if you think you could write a separate manual for each branch you SHOULD

I'm sure I'm about to get an answer but what the fuck is the best YOUTUBE video then? If it's not comedy, its not production, its not quality, its not look, then what the hell is left? (monetization, it's monetization)

First of all, Jimmy, why are you using internet lingo in this, it's not a text message, this is not a place for, idc, and lol, and not capitalizing your headers correctly??? Also like I said, he's chasing trends for monetization, and also he's just wrong, there are plenty of hollywood level shows and the like on youtube. You fully admit you do not care about trends and actively rush things?

This is just fucked??? Like of COURSE IT MATTERS??? Results based company is bullshit, your employees that worked for five weeks and failed aren't "lesser" then James, it's a structural failure! They still worked for HOURS to try and succeed?? That shows merit and loyalty??? What the fuck???

Rosanna covers this one in her video but it's worth restating that this is FUCKED??? It's clear overwork "your job is your family" culture. Especially the use of the word obsessive? If you do not OBSESS over your work, you are considered poisonous. NO WONDER we have so many reports of employees doing things they feel is dangerous or unsafe, if they don't they're considered POISON to the company.

The formatting in this doc continues to fucking kill me, what are you DOING man GET AN EDITOR

This feels like such an easy fix of just...make the thumbnail after the fact? Or only make a rough draft of one first? Like if production makes a red bouncy castle instead of a yellow one, that feels like an easy fix to the thumbnail OR a communication error, and again, that's on management

A lot of the next stuff is like analytics stuff that for the most part I can't really speak on as someone who does not do any of this stuff. There are a few things though

Which like???? what??? a lull??? what do you mean "watching a video without even realizing they are watching a video??" That doesn't scream good or even mediocre content to me. If I'm actively tuning out as I watch a video, that's bad. Especially because there have been plenty of times I've been like half way through a video i go "hey this sucks actually" and click off. They actively want their audience to not be paying attention to the video so it runs all the way through, that's kinda pathetic.

I don't actually know if this is common or not in this industry, but as an outsider this seems INCREDIBLY micromanaging to me, to an immense degree.

Jimmy why are you putting swears in your employee manual?? sir??? and also something about this whole thing icks me out, I don't quite have the words but the whole emphasis on "im different im special no one else can be me" just reeks of something kind of manipulative

Why is production changing so much Jimmy??? Infinite growth is the mindset of a cancer cell Jimmy! This is incredibly unstable working conditions! Also again with the word obsession, if you take time out of your own day on your own time to watch hulu, that's seen as not being obsessed enough for the company. This is nonsensical!

Again, this is INSANELY micromanaging, and also so fucking unhinged??? "God himself couldn't stop you from making this video on time" is NOT a healthy work mindset, things HAPPEN!!!

In this segment he's actually talking normal things but I did just want to highlight his use of "freaken" who the hell puts that in an EMPLOYEE MANUEL

Again with the micromanaging, and the immense pressure on employees for problems OTHER people do. While he's not fully wrong that you should be in more contact with the contractor then the example, this is too much in the other direction. How much time in the day does he think people have?!

My kingdom for a fucking paragraph break dude, my fucking eyes. Also this is a lot of "im so great and do everything and you should do more for me and if i dont know something that's your fault" for something titled "I am not always right"

I'm getting lazy with my highlighting, but again, the micromanaging? If you're SOOO busy, the first question should be the ideal? it's quick and makes a quick decision, while the second one meanders and meanders

Again, Jimmy is pushing blame for HIS mistakes on OTHER PEOPLE. For again, a section called "i am not always right" hes taking NO accountability for that and just making the SAME excuses he's berating in other places.

I can't even tell what he means here AN EDITOR JIMMY

Autism Hell tm, PLEASE email me so I can DOUBLE CHECK IT, things in writing are SO useful

Again the language towards "C-Players" which as mr beast has said, are the people who y'know, are NORMAL employees who DON'T live and breathe this company

Okay first of all, a Lamborghini is like 300k so that's already A REALLY hard task, and i sure hope don't usually put typos in the tasks. SECOND of all the fact he thinks its okay to go "hey if the studio is literally on fire around you and you stop working to get the Lamborghini, you're not doing good enough" even if he claims it as a joke is NOT OKAY what the FUCK

We've covered this before, but to reiterate this segment is named after a sexual assault reference when it could have been named ANYTHING ELSE and harasses employees and pressures them to break rules, don't do that.

I'm not an editor, so maybe this is normal, but as someone from the outside it seems strange to put this much emphasis on dividing focus between so many videos at once.

Jimmy, hun, are you paying extra for this? Because if I'm an editor and you want me FILMING stuff then i want to be paid more for doing TWO jobs and I probably still wont be as skilled a TRAINED CAMERA MAN

First of all now THAT'S a type, consteatants. Also the fact they are aware that leaving contestants out in the sun is bad, why are you not doing MORE TO STOP IT BEYOND "hey maybe giving them three hours of heatstroke is bad, try only two next time"

Don't we love favoritism, more shitty unprofessional writings, and a completely unstable work environment?

If your people have to pull all nighters period something is wrong, and if something happens to an employees car that could have seriously hurt someone, i sure hope you care more then just "LOL FUNNY" Who's picking up the broken glass? Who's reimbursing the car owner? That one meme of "your first care should be commitment to the bit" is a MEME jimmy, it's not ACTUAL ADVICE

Ah shit I hit image limit, well, you've seen enough screenshots to know these are screenshots, we're almost done I'll put them in as quotes

"Let’s say you are tasked with finding us a castle to live in for 50 hours and while doing research you find a castle and a number to call for the owner. So you do call, and he answers. Only problem is he says he quit the castle renting business to pursue his dream of building a 100 foot tall lego catapult. You can obviously tell where i’m going with this. Ideally you’d recognize that’s badass as fuck and try to convince him to let us use it when we do find a castle. This is a bad example because it’s so obvious but if you’re doing your job right you will be doing an absurd amounts of calls and data collecting. While trying to complete your prios and prepare for the video you should always be on the lookout for new things you can bring to your creative team to inspire them. Because just like me, they don’t know what they don’t know and you can’t just say “i’m in production and i’m not very creative” because that’s literally the equivalent of saying I suck at what I do. You also need to apply this same mindset when problem solving because many people lose sight of this stuff when in the weeds. If a problem appears, always always always ask yourself if your new plan is whats best for creative, not just the easiest bandaid."

First of all it's really funny seeing all the red lines pop up, second of all this insistent blurring of everyone's job seems so strange? Again maybe this is normal, but it really feels like Jimmy wants everyone working every job, instead on focusing on what they are actually hired to do.

"What is the goal of our content?

To excite me. The goal of our content is to excite me. That may sound weird to some of you, especially if you’re new but to me it’s what’s most important. If I'm not excited to get in front of that camera and film the video, it’s just simply not going to happen."

That's fucking weirddddd, like I get that he's trying to be like "im authentic" but it always feels like a bad sign when the goal of a company is literally just "What amuses the boss" like...bad sign

"this is youtube and there are constraints. You know the video can’t be a minute so you’re obviously going to need a story to hold the viewers and there are rules to storytelling. Our audience is massive and because of that you have to be simple, for 50 million people to understand something it must be simple. Content can be anything but there is structure and rules that we must mold it into that I want to teach you about, because virality doesn’t just happen. Every frame of our videos will be seen by 10s of millions of people"

Gross

"I'd say the average MrBeast viewer is a teenage memer that likes video games."

Mr Beast is completely aware of his demographic and puts screen shots of it, he is very aware his stuff is aimed at kids, even when its about gambling or hiring people not around near minors

"I feel silly for having to write this but all the time I talk to 32 new people that have at most seen like 5 or 6 of our videos and it’s mind blowing that they don’t see a problem with that lol."

It's almost like your audience is teenage memer and that people who working here are not in fact, teenage memers.

"What you consume on social media, when you watch youtube, tv, the games you play, etc. are what I like to call your information diet.

How do you stay up to date on the latest memes? How do you know what’s going on with celebrities? What’s trending on youtube? What other creators are doing? What’s popping on tik tok? Your information diet. Consume things on a daily basis that help you write better content."

If my job as a creative writer had my boss tell me to have to see whats "popping on tik tok" as part of my job i'd quit also again, the micromanaging of someone's life as well pops up again, it's weirddd

"It’s okay for the boys to be childish

If talent wants to draw a dick on the white board in the video or do something stupid, let them. (assuming they know all the risks and arn’t missing context on why it’s not safe) People like when we are in our natural element of stupidity. Really do everything you can to empower the boys when filming and help them make content. Help them be idiots"

More favoritism

"If you’ve made it this far you are probably at least semi interested in this being your career. So I wanted to chat about it. Because if you're ambitious and want to dedicate your life to work, you picked the best company in America to do it at. I really don’t care to hoard a bunch of money and I deeply believe in rewarding the people that help this business get where it needs to be. But before I get into that, let’s talk about the future. As I write this we have 2 teams, that will grow to 4 in the next year. (and possibly 8 in the next 2 years but I can’t talk about that cause james will kill me haha). We need more leaders in the company. Weneed hard working, obsessive, coachable, intelligent, grinders that can step up and take some of these leadership spots over the next 2 years. Every single department has an opportunity for you to grow in and you’re in luck because we don’t do yearly reviews. We do whenever the fuck you want reviewes"

Lack of communication from management, and more emphasis on grinding and crunch culture, goodie, all while riddled with typos! God.

"I see a world where this company is worth billions and one day 10s of billions. And those of you that help build this will be rewarded. I want nothing more then for you to go all in, obsessive all day everyday, and become so god dam valuable this company can’t operate without you. And in return for becoming so valuable I hope to give you incredible experiences, a fun place to work, and of course, more money then you could ever dream of making at any other company."

I feel like I'm reading a fucking pyramid scheme document here, "youre so so valuable spend literally every minute of every day on this company haha" good GOD man

#mr beast #rosanna pansino #dogpack404 #jake weddle #this has been three am thoughts

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noctunis · 1 year ago

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hi love!! i saw that your requests are open and im here to help🫡

can i request some red dead headcanons/blurbs? maybe what their affection/kisses are like? arthur, john, javier and charles are my pookies (especially charles oh my god i love him so so much) but i would love to hear your thoughts on anybody really!!

hope you’re doing well <3

AFFECTIONATE - VAN DER LINDE BOYS

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - for some reason i cannot post rdr2 with my manga headers or cutesy pink dividers it feels so off to me i have no idea why 😭 but thank you for sending this request in, i love it sooo much!’ it’s nice to see another charles lover in this fandom lolol— you take care as well!! 🫶

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - mentions of injuries in kieran’s and charles, kisses and kissing (?), hispanic!reader / spanish speaking!reader in mind for javier’s, intended lowercase, alcohol and drinking in sean’s, lmk if i missed anything!! 🫶

ARTHUR MORGAN who will put calloused hands around your waist when you’re alone in your tent at night, burrowing his nose in your hair as he lays behind you. you can smell his musk, the scent of the outdoors and faded linen, as it clings onto you with its tight grip and lingers. you don’t mind though, and neither does arthur; simply basking in your warmth as the crickets chirp in harmony with your soft exhales.

“‘ve missed you.” you say, your right hand crawling to interlock itself with his own draped over your waist as it fiddles with the soft skin there.

“missed y’too, darlin’.” you can feel his chest rumble with his voice, tone deep and gravelly from the lack of use. you let your eyes close as you savored the feeling of his hands caressing the small chub that gathered itself in his hands when he squished too much. you would give anything to have moments like these with arthur whenever you could.

JOHN MARSTON who’ll scoff as you pressed kisses along his face, sitting on his lap as the campfire graced your bodies with its warm glow. his affections held a more stand-offish tone to them but on the off occasional that he got a little too tipsy, you could never pry him off of you.

“if i’d’a known any better, i’d have thought you was in love wit’ me,” he huffed. regardless of his dumb comments, his hands never failed to find their way upon the dips of your hips, rubbing circles over the fabric of your clothes.

you bumped your head into his head as he chuckled, raspy voice rumbling throughout his chest as you halted your kisses and instead rested your head on his shoulder. your foot, bare and tapping against the ground in tune with the distant strums of javier’s guitar and karen’s drunken singing kept you grounded — kept you remembering that this was real, this was all real; and you were alive.

“why? you complainin’?”

you felt john’s cheeks widen with his grin. “naw,” was all he said.

two things that JAVIER ESCUELLA cherished most in this world were family and freedom; and he knew that he felt at peace knowing he had both of these things in that moment. you by his side, as neither of you had a care in the world. the sun glimmered and lazed around, taking its place on your backs and replacing the cool, dawn air with its heat. affection with javier is passionate and it’s scary, you never know what you’ll get or suffer the next day but it doesn’t matter — you persevere knowing you’ll find home in his arms a night more, you’ll live long enough to seek refuge and if you died in the process; it’d be okay knowing you died with who you loved.

deft fingers came to slide up and down the wooden fretboard along with his other hand plucking on the strings. you hadn’t realized you’d been staring until he peeked one eye open from under his bowler hat, a teasing smirk on his face as he mumbled, “no me miras con esos ojos, corazón.”

you rolled your eyes, “que quieres decir, javi?”

he hummed, he knew you knew what he meant — and you knew that he knew. but for now, you’d continue to stare, admiring your beloved that sat so prettily on that log; simply playing his guitar. he had his freedom, and he had his family right here.

loud laughs erupted from the obnoxious irishman known as SEAN MACGUIRE, a jug of alcohol in his hand and his darling in the other.

“i’m tellin’ ya, luckiest man alive—! they said they loved me, can y’believe it?” his accent only got thicker by the minute as he raved to everybody that walked by about how you had suddenly professed your love once more as you two sat on the barrel circling the rounded, wooden table. you smacked his arm to which he let out a rasping cackle. “shut up, will you?”

“ah, never. y’know ya love me,” he puckered his lips dramatically as you scoffed. giving him a chaste kiss, he groaned as you pulled away too quick before you went in deeper, seeing his eyes widen in shock before yours fluttered closed. he laughed out the side of his mouth before his hand, ever so gentle, buried itself in your hair. sean was a loud lover, one you’d typically be embarrassed by — but that only meant he loved you more than anything. a drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts and he had you on his mind all the time.

CHARLES SMITH who’ll treat your wounds silently, as he always did except this time would be different. a tense silence would fill your tent other than murmured hisses and apologies due to the peroxide and other various natural remedies he preserved for your care. charles would always keep a level head, warning you not to go on jobs that micah would egg you on yet charles would always wait for you to return.

he never said anything during these times, charles loved silently. instead of telling you he loved you every second or having you on his lap like others, he’d bring you a trinket you remembered wanting from a storefront window or he’d take you out hunting with him; teaching you how to properly set up bait ( not in the reckless way that sean or bill would attempt to mansplain about ). he’d take care of you and he’d listen to you. so when you’d gasp and bite your fist from how badly he had to stitch your leg up, his hand would grab yours and bring it down to rest on your thigh — intertwining fingers as his thumb grazed over the crescent shaped marks your teeth left.

you really did love KIERAN DUFFY, seeing the way he’d try to puff his chest out when the guys at camp would look at you when really, he’d get all shy and blushy when you babied him. he wasn’t so used to this sorta thing, you know, relationships. everybody in camp looked at you like you were crazy, but they knew better than to tell that to you ( or him ), knowing they’d only get an earful from you about how sweet kieran really was.

you’d dress his wounds and in return, you’d find your horse prepped and groomed all pretty in the mornings — already fed and provided with water. and when you’d ask arthur or tilly, they’d always shrug and say, “must be that o’driscoll boy.”

you treated him with care, like no one had ever had, and that was the greatest gift in itself to kieran. he saw you as an angel, he’d even try telling you sometimes although backtracking a bit just to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. kieran duffy’s affection was careful and nervous, stiff gestures presented to you although all of his worries melted away once he heard your sweet laugh. he didn’t know much about this stuff but that was okay, he’d learn just for you.

𐙚 taglist ; @ch3rryfiles @maskedteaser

𐙚 requests are closed — june twenty eighth, 2024

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months ago

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Ooo hii can I please request a Bucky x fem!reader where Y/n has had necromancy powers ever since she was a little girl (definitely made growing up hard because it’s hard to tell the difference when she’s talking to a ghost and when she’s talking to a living person , and the adults in her life never believed her). Now, as an adult, she lives with the Avengers at their HQ (not officially an Avenger, though Steve has been trying to convince her to become one for years). She had met Steve not that long after Loki’s attack on NY, he found a very overwhelmed Y/n talking to herself in an alley (a lot of people died after the attack so she would’ve had a lot of ghosts trying to talk to her), her eyes glow when she’s using her powers so Steve put two and two together that she’s probably a mutant. He convinced her to live with the Avengers and said he believes her when she tells him what she can do. Anyways, one day she somehow runs into The Winter Soldier (before CA: Winter Soldier), and Bucky has briefly woken up from being brainwashed and ran away from Hydra, and the two of them fall in love, only for Hydra to find him and force him back and Y/n ends up finding out she’s pregnant after he’s gone🥺. She refuses to tell her friends (The Avengers) who the father is and what happened to him but they promise they’ll be there for her🥺 She has a daughter and the Avengers help her raise her (Steve can’t help but think that this little girl is the spitting image of Bucky, but he knows it can’t be true because he “died” in 1945). Fast forward to after Steve finds out his best friend is alive, and he tracks him down to Romania, Steve brings Bucky back to the Avengers Compound (The Avengers never broke up) and the first person he sees is Y/n, with a 4 year old little girl who looks just like him🥺 (they’d both start crying and be so shook and run into each others arms🥺)

They’d have a lot of explaining to do to the other Avengers lol

Spitting Image Of Him » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, the Avengers, and daughter Lucy

Summary: Bucky somehow manages to briefly escape HYDRA and meets you, which results in you and him falling in love and you having his daughter and Steve can’t help but notice how much your daughter looks like Bucky and you eventually explain everything to the Avengers.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pregnant!reader, mom!reader, dad!Bucky, HYDRA, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully descriptive request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: Bold text is note from HYDRA.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Not long after Loki’s attack on New York, you could still hear the voices of the people who didn’t make it. You’ve had necromancy powers since you were a kid. Meaning, you can hear the voices of the ghosts of dead people and sometimes it’s hard for you to know if you’re talking to an alive person or not.

Today was one of those days of you. You could hear the voices of the people who didn’t make it from Loki’s attack. You made a beeline to an alleyway. You sat down on the concrete, leaning your back against the brick wall. You covered your ears to try to tune out the voices of those people, which works sometimes.

“Not real.” You kept repeating to yourself.

Steve’s enhanced hearing picked up the sound of a voice as he was walking down the street. He heard it coming from the alleyway he was about to walk past. He followed the sound of the voice, leading him to you. Steve saw you sitting on the ground with your ears covered.

“Ma’am, are you ok?” Steve asks softly.

You yelped when you heard a new voice. You uncovered your ears and looked up at the man. Your mind was all over the place that you couldn’t tell if he was a ghost or not.

“Are you a ghost?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“No.” He answers.

You continued to stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s alive or a ghost. Steve crouched down in front of you. You pressed yourself more against the brick wall.

“Can I see your hand?” He asks.

You silently stared at him for a few seconds before extending your hand to him. Steve gently put your hand on his chest where his heart is. You relaxed when you felt his heartbeat.

“I’m not a ghost.” He assures. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You answered quietly.

“I’m Steve.” He introduces himself.

Steve watched your eyes glow. That was enough to tell him that you have powers of some kind.

“Come with me.” Steve says, standing up and holding his hand out to you.

“Where?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I’m going to help you out and give you a place to stay.” He says.

You slowly put your hand in his and stood up. Steve took you to the Avengers compound. You’ve seen the building from the outside, but you’ve never been inside before.

“What is this place?” You asked, looking around.

“Avengers compound.” Steve answers.

Steve lead you to the lounge room where the Avengers are.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be staying with us.” Steve says to the Avengers.

The Avengers introduced themselves to you. You gave them a smile and shyly waved at them.

“I’ll show you to your room.” Steve says.

You nodded and followed him to the floor where the bedrooms are. Steve opened the door to an empty bedroom, allowing you to walk in the room first. The bedroom was already full with a bed, nightstand, dresser, and a TV. There was also a closet and a bathroom in there.

“My room is right next door if you ever need anything.” Steve says, pointing to the right.

You smiled and nodded.

“I’ll let you rest now. Let me know if you need anything.” He says.

You nodded and he left the room.

It didn’t take you long to adjust to living in the Avengers compound. It took a few weeks for you to adjust to your new living arrangements.

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve smiles as he walks in your room. “Have you thought any more about becoming an Avenger?” He asks as he sat down on your bed.

“No. The thought of it is cool, but I need more time to think about it.” You say.

“That’s ok. Take all the time you need.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

You smiled at him.

Later that same day, you were walking down the street. You weren’t sure where you were going. You just wanted to clear your mind. You were looking down at the ground as you were walking and you accidentally bumped into someone. You lost your balance and fell to the ground, making an “Oof” noise.

“Sorry.” The man says.

He holds out his hand for you. You looked up at him and put your hand in his. You gave him a smile as he helped you up.

“Thank you, sir.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles back. “I’m James, but everyone I know calls me Bucky.” He introduces himself.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself.

You couldn’t help but notice how handsome Bucky is. Bucky admired your beauty as well.

“You’re handsome.” You blurted out.

“Thank you, doll. You’re gorgeous as well.” Bucky says with a smile.

You blushed when he called you gorgeous. Goosebumps appeared on your skin when Bucky’s right hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“I have a strong feeling that we’re going to get along well.” He says softly.

“Me too.” You say, smiling up at him.

Over the next few days, you managed to sneak out of the compound without any of the Avengers noticing. You went to the small apartment Bucky is currently hiding out at. You and Bucky have your own knock when you two knock on the door so you two know it’s each other and not anyone else.

“Come in, doll.” Bucky whispers, taking a quick peak left and right to make sure you weren’t followed.

You quickly went inside his apartment. Bucky closed the door and locked it. He then greeted you with a sweet kiss. He put on his hands on your waist and pulled you against him. You smiled against his lips and put your hands on his chest.

“I was wondering when you were going to come by.” He says softly.

“I have to be sneaky around the people I live with when I leave.” You say with a small giggle.

You told Bucky that you live with a few people, but you didn’t tell him that they’re the Avengers. You don’t want him to think you and them are after him, in which you’re not. You and Bucky are still getting to know each other and have a good thing going.

“You know how much I love you?” He asks softly.

“The kisses you give me tell me how much you love me.” You smiled.

“I’ll give you more kisses to show you how much I love you.” He murmurs, kissing you sweetly and passionately.

You ended up losing track of time and spent the night with Bucky that night. As you were sleeping peacefully in Bucky’s arms, he heard all too familiar footsteps outside the door. His heart started pounding. He was expecting HYDRA or whoever was outside the door to break down the door, but it was just the opposite. He seen a folded piece of paper slide under the door and inside the apartment. Bucky carefully and quietly got out of bed so he didn’t wake you up. He picked up the paper and unfolded it, reading what it says. He used the street lights shining into the apartment as light to read.

Soldat, we know you escaped. We also know you got yourself a girlfriend. If you want her to stay unharmed, you return to us. If you don’t, you’ll see her all bruised and bloody. We will use force to make you return to us if we have to.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at the part of the note where they threatened to beat you bloody and bruised. He crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it somewhere in the apartment and ran his fingers through his long hair. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Bucky?” You mumbled.

“Sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Bucky apologizes softly.

“It’s ok.” You rubbed your eyes and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. “What are you doing up?” You asked.

Bucky walked over to the bed and sat down in front of you, putting his hands in yours.

“Remember when I told you about HYDRA?” He asks.

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“Well…” He starts in a shaky voice. “They found out I escaped and they threatened to hurt you if I don’t go back to them.” He explains.

“No.” You said, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. “Please don’t go back.” You pleaded, your voice cracking.

“I don’t want to go back, but I want you to be safe.” He says.

Bucky watched a tear roll down your cheek.

“It’s going to be ok, doll.” He whispers, pulling you in for a hug.

He let you cry it out for a few minutes before kissing you passionately. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs and looked deep in your eyes.

“I want you to know that I love you more than anything, babydoll.” He whispers.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered back.

Bucky went back to HYDRA immediately. He didn’t want them to lay a finger on you so he did what they told him to do.

A few days later, you were staring at a positive pregnancy test. You were in shock that you didn’t know what to do at first. You didn’t even hear the bathroom door open.

“Y/N, are you ok?” Natasha asks softly.

You yelped and jumped when you heard her voice, dropping the pregnancy test on the bathroom floor. Natasha picked it up for you, her eyes widening when she seen that it’s positive.

“You’re pregnant?” She asks.

You nodded your head yes, nervously fiddling with your fingers. You were caught off guard when she hugged you. You hugged her back.

“Congratulations!” She smiles.

“Thank you, Nat.” You say quietly.

“Do you know who the father is?” She asks curiously.

“No.” You lied.

You then went to the conference room where Steve and the rest of the Avengers are. Natasha followed you behind you.

“Y/N has something to tell everyone.” Natasha says, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

The Avengers stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to you. You felt nervous as hell under their stares.

“I’m pregnant.” You announced to everyone.

Everyone jumped up from their seats to hug you and congratulate you. You smiled at them and thanked them.

“Do you know who the father is?” Steve asks.

“No.” You lied again.

You feel bad about lying to the Avengers about not knowing who the father is, but you don’t want them to know that it’s Bucky. Especially Steve. How do you tell your friend that you’re pregnant with his best friend’s baby? For now, you’re just going to keep it to yourself.

The Avengers were very helpful throughout your pregnancy. They got you what you need for the baby. They also set everything up in the nursery, putting girl stuff in there. When it was time for the baby to be born, Steve was right by your side during the whole thing. You had a baby girl and named her Lucy. Steve held her as you took a nap.

“You’re adorable.” Steve coos at Lucy, smiling down at her.

Steve hums to himself when he notices something interesting about Lucy.

“You know, you look like someone I knew years ago.” He says to her.

The more he looked at Lucy, the more he notices a resemblance of Bucky. His eyes widened.

No… could he be- no. Bucky fell off the train in 1945. He witnessed it.

4 YEARS LATER

The more Lucy grew and got older, she resembles Bucky even more. She just turned 4 and looks like a spitting image of him. Steve noticed it and it blew his mind how this little girl looks like his best friend. Lucy’s hair and eyes are the same colors as Bucky’s, along with her facial features.

“Are you sure you don’t know who the father is?” Steve asks you once more.

“I don’t know who he is.” You lied once again.

Steve didn’t want to keep badgering you on it so he dropped it. He still thought about his suspensions though.

If Bucky is alive, why didn’t he come find Steve? How did he even survive the fall off the train? No one can survive that.

“Uncle Steve!” Lucy shouts, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Steve smiles when he sees his niece running toward him. He picked her up and hugged her.

“I want to go to the park please.” She says, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

“It’s too cold to go to the park, princess.” Steve says softly, referring to the snow outside.

Lucy huffed and crossed her arms over her chest with a pout on her face. Steve couldn’t help but smile at how cute she’s being.

“Why don’t you go color?” He suggests. “I have to talk to uncle Sam and aunt Natasha.” He says, gently putting her back down on the floor.

Lucy nods and runs to the lounge room where she left her coloring books and coloring supplies. Steve went to find Steve and Natasha, finding them in the conference room talking.

“Hey guys, I need your help with something.” Steve says.

“With what?” Sam asks.

“Tracking down someone.” He says.

“Who do you need to track down?” Natasha asks.

“My friend Bucky.” He says.

“I thought you said he fell off a train in 1945?” Sam says.

“I did, but now I’m thinking he somehow survived it.” He says.

“What makes you think that?” Natasha asks.

“Y/N’s daughter looks a lot like Bucky.” He says.

Sam and Natasha stared at Steve like he’s crazy.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I’m thinking that Bucky is Lucy’s father.” Steve says.

Sam’s and Natasha’s eyebrows shot up at his theory.

“Are you guys going to help me or not?” He asks.

Sam and Natasha agreed to help Steve. After a lot of research, Steve finally found the answers he was looking for. Bucky is alive and is hiding out in an apartment in Bucharest, Romania. Steve’s mind is blown. All this time, he thought his best friend was dead when he’s actually alive.

“Hey guys. Have you seen Lucy? It’s her lunchtime.” You say, poking your head in the conference room.

“She’s coloring in the lounge room.” Steve tells you.

After a couple days, Steve came up with a plan to get Bucky from Romania and bring him home. He told the Avengers to keep an eye on you so you didn’t suspect a thing. Steve was about to get on the quinjet, but Lucy stopped him before he could.

“Uncle Steve, where are you going?” Lucy asks before Steve got on the quinjet.

“I have something important to do.” Steve tells her.

“Is it a mission?” She asks curiously.

“Kinda.” He says.

“Can I come with you please?” She asks.

“I wish you could, but you can’t, sweetheart.” He says.

Lucy huffed loudly and crossed her arms over her chest with a pout on her face, sitting down on the floor. Steve crouched down in front of her.

“If it makes you feel better, I have a big girl mission for you.” Steve says.

“Big girl mission?” Lucy asks.

Steve smiles and nods.

“Your mission is to protect mommy till I get back.” He tells her.

“I can do that!” She says loudly.

Steve smiles and kissed the top of her head.

“I’ll be home before you know it, peanut.” He says, playfully ruffling her hair.

Lucy gave him a hug for good luck before running to find you. Steve smiles as he watched her to find you before getting on the quinjet.

“Mommy!” Lucy shouts throughout the compound.

“Yes, sweetie?” You say, walking out of the kitchen.

“I have a mission!” She announces, standing tall in front of you as if she were in the Army.

“Oh yea? What might that be?” You asked curiously.

“Uncle Steve gave me a big girl mission to protect while he’s gone.” She says.

“Ooh! I’m definitely going to be protected, princess.” You say.

“It’s Sergeant Princess!” She says.

“Oh, my apologies, Sarge.” You say, playfully saluting her.

Meanwhile, Steve found where Bucky is currently staying in Bucharest. The apartment Bucky has been staying is small, but it looks like he tried to make it as homey as he could. After a few minutes, Steve turned around to see Bucky standing a few feet behind him.

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks.

Bucky stared at him silently for a few seconds before answering him.

“You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” Bucky finally answers.

Steve nods.

“I’m not here to fight you or anything. I’m here to bring you home where you belong.” Steve says.

“Where’s home?” Bucky asks.

“New York.” He says.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m staying here.” He says.

Steve didn’t want to have to resort to you as an option, but it looks like he has no choice.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Steve says.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yes. Do you know her?” He asks curiously.

“Yes.” He said. “Is she ok?” He asks with worry in his voice.

“She’s more than ok, but she needs you more than you think.” He says softly.

“Take me to her.” He says.

Steve felt relieved that Bucky finally agreed to go home with him. Meanwhile, Lucy is being the mini Avenger Steve said she could be while he was gone. You, on the other hand, are curious to know why Steve went on a mission without any of the Avengers.

“Do you guys know why Steve went on a mission without any of you guys?” You asked the Avengers.

The didn’t say anything. They just shrugged their shoulders. You stared at them, narrowing your eyes a bit and crossed your arms over your chest, giving them the mom stare. They know that look all too well from when you give that look to Lucy.

“No matter how long you look at us like that, we’re not telling you where Steve went.” Tony says.

You sighed and went to see what your daughter is up to. You found Lucy in her bedroom playing with her stuffed animals and drawing on blank pieces of different colored construction paper.

“Hi, mommy!” Lucy smiles up at you. “Do you want to color with me?” She asks, holding up a piece of paper and a marker toward you.

“I would love to, sweetie.” You smiled.

You sat down on the floor across from her and started drawing doodles on the paper that Lucy handed you.

The next day, Steve brought Bucky to the compound. Bucky was nervous, but excited to see you.

“Sam, where’s Y/N?” Steve asks.

“She’s picking Lucy up from preschool. She should be back any minute.” Sam says.

“Who’s Lucy?” Bucky asks, looking from Sam to Steve.

Steve and Sam stayed quiet. Steve so desperately wanted to tell his best friend that Lucy is his daughter, but it’s not his place to tell him.

“Let’s just wait for Y/N.” Steve says.

You and Lucy walked in the lounge room a short moment later. You stopped in your tracks when you seen Bucky.

“Bucky?” You say, completely speechless.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky says softly and smiles.

You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. Tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks, along with Bucky. Lucy was standing a couple feet away in a state of confusion.

“Mommy, who is he?” Lucy asks, pointing at Bucky.

You pulled away from Bucky and looked at your daughter. Bucky looked at her too, his eyes widening when he noticed that Lucy is a spitting image of him. Steve and Sam left the room, leaving the three of you alone so you can explain everything to Bucky and Lucy.

“I owe everyone an explanation and I might as well start with you two.” You say.

Bucky and Lucy sat down on the couch while you stood in front of nervously and fiddled with your fingers. You took a deep breath before saying anything.

“Bucky, I found out I was pregnant with your baby shortly after you went back to HYDRA. Lucy is your daughter. She’s 4 years old.” You explained.

Bucky’s eyes went wide when you said that. He’s in complete shock from what he just heard. Lucy looked up at him with a curious look on her face.

“You’re my daddy?” Lucy asks.

“I guess I am.” Bucky says.

Lucy crawled onto Bucky’s lap and hugged him. Bucky hugged her back. He felt a new warmth in his heart. You smiled at the two of them as they hugged.

“I’ll let you guys get to know each other while I explain everything to everyone else.” You say.

You left the room and went to the conference room where all of the Avengers are. All of them turned their attention to you when you walked in the room.

“I owe all of you an explanation.” You said nervously. “This may be a surprise to all of you, especially Steve.” You began. “First of all, let me start off by apologizing for lying to all of you. I do know who Lucy’s father is and her father is Bucky. Before I got pregnant with Lucy, him and I were in love.” You explained.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled and shrugged.

You looked down to avoid eye contact with any of them. Steve walked over to you and hugged you.

“It’s ok. We understand.” Steve whispers.

“You do? You’re not mad at me?” You asked.

“I’m not mad.” He says softly.

You smiled and hugged him.

“Thanks for understanding.” You murmured. “I’m going to check on Lucy and Bucky.” You say.

You went back to the lounge room to see Lucy and Bucky getting along perfectly.

“I see you two are getting along very well.” You say.

“Me and daddy have the same color eyes!” Lucy says.

“That’s right, sweetie. You do.” You smiled.

You sat down on the couch next to Bucky.

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” You apologized to Bucky.

“You don’t have to apologize, doll. I’m just happy you’re giving me a chance to be a father to Lucy.” Bucky says.

You smiled and pecked his lips softly.

“I love you, Bucky.” You murmured softly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He whispers.

“I love you guys too!” Lucy chimes in.

“We love you, princess.” You and Bucky say in unison and gave her lovings.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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webbluvrsugar · 9 months ago

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Hellowww, love your writing.

I can't stop thinking about reader being tuned on by Ethan being such a nerd, like every time he says something smart or dorky she just wants to jump his bones.

a/n: since I’ve been so obsessed with the concept of my bully!reader, I decided to make her in this one. Final request that has pretty Ethan header because it consumes a lot of time and I can’t get them out quick.

not proofread

Ethan turns you on in the weirdest ways…

Ethan is always telling you some random nerdy thing that you didn’t even ask about but sometimes relates to what your speaking of, he blames his quick thinking and apologises when you mock him for it, what he doesn’t know is that… it’s attractive, in a way.

You don’t know where your fondness for nerds started, but it surely seems a lot more noticeable when he’s a sound, sure, you make fun of him and you curse him out but there’s always times that you find yourself biting down on your pen, slowly getting more interested in what he’s saying, it’s weird…

“I can’t believe his head exploded like — why would he take off his spacesuit?” You comment about a recent movie you’ve seen, completely disgusted by it, you sit down on your chair, Ethan, who’s sitting on the desk besides you, can’t help but listen it.

“You know… that’s actually not true.” He points out.

Your frown, turn to him with a scoff. “What?”

“Your head wouldn’t explode if you.. took off your suit.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It wouldn’t, it’s impossible.” He mutters. “You would just… go blind from the blood vessels in your head popping, then you’d slowly freeze and —“ he keeps speaking, your eyes go down to his lips, you can’t even remember what you were talking about in the first place. “You’d asphyxiate.”

Your lips are lightly parted, he thinks you’re confused but you aren’t, you’re just in a very.. very light transe from what he just said, eyes focused on his before he speaks up.

“S — Sorry.” He fiddles with his pen, sighing.

“Uhm…” you chuckle, almost if not believing him. “how do you… how do you even know that?”

“I… read a lot of books, google things often…” he swallows hard, nervous of your reaction.

“‘Course you do.” You mock, crossing one leg over the other. “Tell me, E, what other facts do you know?”

It’s the first time you really do seem interested in what he has to say without making fun of him and Ethan takes advantage of it, he starts rambling about some geek movie stuff, something that you quickly start ignoring once you feel heat pooling down your stomach, it’s unlike you, it’s unlike him to be seducing you — if he’s even doing so — but it just works so well, and after a matter of minutes, you’re not sure what you’re even staring at.

Somehow, Ethan notices it, this time, it’s going to be him who teases you.

“Got it?” He raises one eyebrow, tries to hide back the smirk on his face.

“Y — Yeah, totally.” You swallow. “But it was so hard to, I was getting distracted by all your geeky stuff, I mean shit’s so boring.”

Ethan chuckles, and it’s the first time he’s ever laughed at you, in your face. “For someone who’s so smart, you don’t seem to have a lot of brains when I’m talking.”

“What?”

“Just saying, you’re.. so dull when you’re talking to me.” He points out.

“The hell does that mean?”

“Nothing, I just… I just think maybe you’re not so truthful about your hate towards me…”

You scoff, as if you don’t believe him, deep down, you know he’s probably right, but you’ll deny it.

“What? You think I find you hot or something? Get a grip, nerd, I wouldn’t like you even if you were born again.” You scoff, so upset that you stand, grab your things and leave.

Ethan know he should be offended, but he really can’t be anything other than glad when he sees the look on your face as you walk away.

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flaresemily · 2 months ago

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bAt fAmIlY X nEgLeCtEd rEaDeR ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

ωαяηιηg : мєηтιση σƒ вσ∂у ραят, мιgнт вє α вιт gσяє. мαкє уσυ gυуѕ υη¢σмƒσятαвℓє.

- I just found out that the cat's picture above is called the header. Well technically for pictures that are rectangles. Like the pic above

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : Part 4, Part 5 (right now)

It's been a year since they stay in Japan (force to stay) now they finally return to Gotham (where the real story begin~)

“Finally!! No more slaying demons! No more staying late at night and waking up at 4 am!!” Jason shouts as soon as he's inside.

“Big brother welcome home” y/n greet them with a smile. (That didn't reach her ears)

“N/n~ my baby!!” Dick exclaimed and hugged her. Squeezing his cheeks with her. She just pushed him away. “You know I don't like hugs…so please stop doing it” y/n ‘gently' remind them.

“Oh! I make food for you guys~ Alfred help me with it." She smiled and led them to the dining room.

Inside a lot of dishes lay there with sparkles on them. They drool at the sight and quickly take their own seat at the table.

“Well let's dig in!!” Dick said.

As they ate they didn't notice the smiling y/n who's holding an empty pack of ‘something' inside. “Sleep tight my brother…tonight you will be very tired” she chuckled to herself.

At night

Truth to her words. The brothers feel incredibly tired that night. Right after they bath and so on they feel their eyes droopy.

Damian yawns while carrying o/n. As he gently put her down. She crawled out looking for him. “I'm sorry o/n I haven't told the others about you. I'm very tired…weird as if I'm being drugg—” as he said that he immediately fell asleep. Soft snoring can be heard from Damian.

O/n just stare at him unblinking. She crawled under his arm and wrapped it around her. Then she turned towards his chest and cuddled closer. ‘This is nice. I wish they love me again’

In the morning

News about the death of a family of 3 was all over the TV,phone and so on. Bruce just stares at the screen. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian just woke up from their slumber.

“How did this happen? I swear there wasn't anything when I patrolled last night.” Bruce mumbled.

Tim who saw this rubs his sleepy eyes and looks at the TV.

“---- it is said that the body is being torn to shreds by an unknown entity—” his eyes widened.

“What do you mean torn to shreds!!” Tim gets closer to the tv while his eyes widen open. “This is exactly like the demon I killed back in Japan! How can this happen!”

“How would you know if it's a demon? Any serial killer can—-”

“Torn to shreds Jason…torn.to.shred.” before Jason can reply to Tim. The reporters said something that caught their attention.

“----- it is also said that the body was eaten in some parts. The hearts, liver and eyes are missing when the doctor performs surgery on them. Some important parts of their bodies, mainly the one that went missing.Not only that, this isn't the first time that has happened in Gotham City.”

“What does she mean by ‘this is not the first time’?” Ask Damian.

They all look at Bruce.

“I—-”

“----I believe this is the 87th time that this serial killer has struck for a year. The question is, why did the same part go missing? Who is this serial killer? And what is his or her motive? Stay tuned for the next update.” and that's how they all went silent

“87th time!!!” They all shout. They didn't notice the figure who's watching them from behind, hiding behind the wall and smirking at their reaction.

‘soon~ very soon~’ the figure giggles and disappears.

The same night

Damian is brushing his teeth when he hears shuffling. He peeked outside his bathroom and saw o/n standing with her original height.

He goes back inside and finishes his business and walks towards her. “Hey? What's wrong” Damian asks her.

“Mhmm…..”(demons)

“Demon? There's a demon in Gotham?” She nods. “Let's go then! I call the othe—”

“MHMMMHM” (WE MUSTN'T ALERT THE OTHER!)

“But they are my brothers!”

“Mhmhmmmh” (it can alert the demon and possibly kill them so let's act alone)

“Fine…I will prepare myself.”

As soon as Damian was done. Both of them escape using the window. They walk in Gotham Street. O/n sniff around and manage to detect one of the demons.

“Mmhmm!” (This way Dami!!)

She runs towards the direction and Damian follows suit.

As soon as they arrive. The demon already ate the human there. All that is left is the remains of the ‘human’.

“꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꋬꃳꇙꄲ꒒꒤꓄ꏂ꒒ꌦ ꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ! ꋬꇙ ꏂꉧꉣꏂꉔ꓄ꏂ꒯ ꁝ꒤ꂵꋬꋊ ꓄ꋬꇙ꓄ꏂ ꃳꏂ꓄꓄ꏂꋪ!! ꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬ” the demon said with its mouth full

O/n growl at the sight of the Demon. The Demon WHO hear this turn around.

“ꂵꋬꋪ꒦ꏂ꒒ꄲ꒤ꇙ! ꋬꋊꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꒯ꏂꂵꄲꋊ! ꉔꄲꂵꏂ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒! ꒐ ꉔꋬꋊ ꍌ꒐꒦ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꒒ꏂꊰ꓄ꄲ꒦ꏂꋪ—-”

O/n run toward the demon and kick him. Judging by the voice it's a male.

—----

The battlefield was chaos—shattered stones, splintered trees, and the stink of sulfur and death clinging to every breath.

The demon loomed over them, massive and wild-eyed, mouths on its arms screeching in different voices. Its tongue lashed like a whip, its claws already stained red from the kick impact.

But Damian Wayne didn’t flinch.

He stood tall, katana glinting blue beneath the moonlight, calm in the storm.

“Stay behind me,” he muttered.

A soft growl answered him. O/n.

He didn’t look back—you were already moving.

She dashed past him in a blur, her eyes glowing crimson, clawed fingers extended as she slammed into the demon’s chest and kicked off its face, flipping gracefully back to Damian’s side.

“Tch.” He smirked slightly. “I said behind me.”

She huffed, crouched low and feral, but her smile peeked through the muzzle.

The demon roared, lunging.

Damian exhaled—focused.

“Water Breathing. Third Form��Flowing Dance.”

He spun forward like a current unleashed, blade sweeping low and then high in a graceful arc, water trailing behind the motion like a living thing. He cut through one of the demon’s mouths mid-scream, flipping over its back with fluid precision.

As the beast stumbled, she followed, charging with unnatural speed.

CRACK!

Herr claws pierced its leg, and with a shriek, you ripped the limb off, kicking away before the corrupted blood could splash her.

“ꍌꌦꋬꋪꍌꁝꁝꁝꁝ!!”

The demon swung wildly, but Damian was already there—his blade slicing through the arm mid-attack.

“Focus!” he barked. “It regenerates!”

“꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄ ꒒ꏂ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꅐ꒐ꋊ!! ꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄! ꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄!!!” The demon roared.

She nodded quickly, eyes narrowing.

He dove forward again, faster this time.

“Water Breathing. Fifth Form—Blessed Rain After the Drought.”

His sword struck true—clean through the neck in a single, merciful strike. The demon let out a final hiss before crumbling to ash.

Silence fell.

Damian panted lightly, blade still raised.

She padded forward on silent feet, sniffing the air—cautious. But the threat was gone.

Finally, Damian turned to her.

“You held back,” he said bluntly. “You could’ve torn it in half.”

She blinked at him, then nodded once.

He looked away. “Thank you.”

She blinked again—surprised.

“…For not going too far,” he added, sheathing his blade.

She smiled behind her muzzle, and for just a moment, he let himself return the look.

“Come on,” he said, already walking away. “More reports of demons nearby. You’re not going back in the box yet.”

And this time, she didn’t argue.

She just ran beside him, her shadow and his blade moving in perfect sync beneath the silver moonlight.

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

ᵦᵧ : ғʟᴀʀᴇs ꏂꂵ꒐꒒ꌦ

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suntoru · 2 years ago

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─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

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iovetecchou · 2 years ago

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Pairings... Sigma x Reader

Contains..! soft!smut, established relationship, making out, dry humping, premature ejaculation, praise, use of 'good boy'

A/N; this week's episode had me thinkin... the header image is the whole premise of this blurb (:

GN Reader.

775 words.

“I don’t know why you insist on twirling me around like this, l-love…”

Sigma's face was painted a deep shade of crimson as you spun him around your shared apartment.

One of your hands intertwined with Sigma’s, and your free one came up to his waist. Lovingly holding him close, chests flush to one another as you hummed to the tune emitting from the radio.

“Because it’s fun! Plus, your expression is to die for. Why are you so flustered baby, hm? It’s just us!”

You chuckled, finishing your sentence by dipping your boyfriend. Your grip around Sigma’s waist tightened as you supported him. Your leg came between his own as you found your footing.

“See? Fun!”

You leaned in closer, coming face to face with your lover. The top of your thigh pushing further between Sigma’s parted legs.

“W-Wait, stop— ah!”

Sigma whined, immediately scoring his lip with his teeth; to avoid any more obscene noises from slipping out.

You examined his expression closely, worried that you might have hurt him. But the feeling of his semi-hard cock straining against your thigh put those worries to bed.

“Sigma— are you…?”

Your boyfriend quickly shot upright. Averting his gaze from your own as he struggled to find the words to explain himself.

“I-I oh god, my love… I’m so sorry. Please, excuse me— w-wait! I… hah…”

Your grip on Sigma’s waist tightened as you pushed impossibly closer to him. You added more pressure between your boyfriend’s thighs. Smiling to yourself as his hips bucked, chasing for more friction.

“Why are you apologizing baby, hm? You know I don’t mind helping you. Especially at times like this.”

You whispered, lips ghosting along his. Sigma refused to look you in the eye. Still, far too embarrassed from getting hard while doing something so trivial— so innocent; with you.

“Look at me, baby. It’s okay, I promise. There’s no reason to be shy.”

You cooed. Untangling your hand with Sigma's, opting to soothe his flushed face instead. But still, no luck. Sigma sealed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply through his nose as your leg languidly moved between his. Stimulating his clothed cock faultlessly.

“Hmm… this won’t do.”

You thought aloud, grasping his chin between your thumb and forefinger before pulling him in for a kiss. Sigma gasped from the sudden embrace, eyes darting open for a brief moment before fluttering shut once more; losing himself as you deepened your shared kiss.

His hips were twitching so much as he tried his hardest not to hump against your thigh. But his resolve was melting away with each passing second. Your tongue gliding along his had Sigma’s eyes rolling back behind his closed lids.

Your hand around his waist trailed lower, grasping his hip. Guiding him in his movements and giving him the confidence he needed to let go.

Sigma pulled away from your lips with a strangled whine. His muted eyes finally met your gaze.

“There we go… good boy.”

You praised, hastily sneaking your other hand between your bodies. Your fingers worked on the button of his pants, never once ceasing your movements between his thighs.

Sigma was entranced by you. His gunmetal gaze followed your every movement. Breathy whimpers fell from his lips as he humped against your thigh with more vigor. You managed to tug his zipper down right before Sigma cried out,

“W-Wait! Stop, I’m—!”

Before your boyfriend could finish his sentence, his whole body shuddered. You watched as his eyes rolled back into his skull. A mantra of your name spilled from his lips. Your eyes widened as you noticed Sigma still against you, a wet spot now forming at the front of his trousers.

“Oh baby… I didn’t realize you were that—“

Sigma buried his face into the crook of your neck. His hands came up to wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly in an attempt to hide against you. Hoping the ground would open up at this moment and swallow him whole.

“Not… not another word, p-please.”

Sigma whispered into your skin, nearly inaudible if not for your proximity. You couldn’t help but smile, finding your boyfriend immensely endearing at this moment.

You held him tightly against you. Carding your fingers through his two-toned locks; in an attempt to soothe his nerves. This went on for a few moments before you sunk to your knees in front of him.

Sigma watched your every move with a puzzled look. He only caught on to your intentions when you began tugging his pants down along with his underwear.

“W-What are you—“

“What does it look like? I’m going to clean you up, baby. So, just relax. I’ll take it from here.”

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labs · 2 years ago

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Hello, Tumblr. Labs division here!

Back in June, we announced our comeback as a new team that would imagine big ideas for Tumblr—and would build them in public (aka with you).

Today we're very excited to announce our first failure. The first experiment we want to loudly, publicly admit didn’t work. We’re pretty excited about this because trying and failing are a big part of learning.

A little background

A few months ago, we ran interviews with lots of people on Tumblr to get a better sense of what works and what needs to be better.

Among other things, we heard that people discovering (or rediscovering) Tumblr really struggle to understand how to make it work for them. They sometimes don't know how to follow the right blogs to curate their dashboard, or how to use likes, replies and reblogs to interact with a particular fandom.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, really! Some might be lucky and have friends to teach them, but many come here to find friends in the first place, and leave feeling lost and overwhelmed.

So here at Labs we're working on ideas to help people discover what makes Tumblr a unique corner of the internet, making it easier for them to find belonging here.

Our (failed) idea

Our first idea was to simplify certain parts of our interface, thinking through each element and putting what is important to you front and center. We called it "Mini"—mostly because it was a cute name.

We started work on the post interface first, because that's the most important part of your experience on Tumblr, and we wanted to improve some of the problems there.

Our goal was to make labels and actions on posts easier to differentiate, and make each post the same height, so diving into a long post is a choice. To achieve that, we designed a new header, a new footer with separate actions, and a mini version of the post:

As we started to build it, we realized that scrolling through the dashboard after the changes… didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like Tumblr anymore. But we didn’t want to make a decision based solely on our own gut feelings… we needed to ask the Tumblr community.

An essential part of how we're working in Labs is speaking to people who use Tumblr (and those who don't use it, but could love it) pretty much on a daily basis. So we showed them this idea, and their response was indifferent at best, and confused at worst.

We learned that it's hard to limit the height of a post without sacrificing the magic of reblogs, and that loss was too meaningful for us to pursue this any further. So we're putting it in the trash.

What's next

So Mini didn’t work out! That’s okay. We’ve learned a lot. While minifying posts might not be the answer, there were parts of the idea that worked, and you might even start to see some improvements being tested from what we learned. We’ll see where that goes!

We're working on other ideas at the same time, and some of them are getting a lot of love from people in research. So the next time you hear from us, we'll hopefully have something more successful to share—stay tuned!

With love, Labs division

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classica-meretrix · 2 months ago

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i love your writing!!!! could i perhaps request a mortal friends to lovers leo valdez x reader au?? like they're both at college, leo takes mec eng(obviously lol) and reader takes psychology and it's just painful fluff with mutual pining losers with smut when they end up sleeping together after a super romcom dramatic like confession from leo?? lol sorry for the big ass text i'm just way into romcoms rn😅 (also subby leo lmao)

thank you so much for the request, love! leo is so fun to write for, and I ended up making this a two parter, so stay tuned for next week!

Are You Mad?

pt1, pt2

pairing: mortal leo valdez x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: couldn't help but add some greek references lol, readers in denial, hoo friend group, dramatic love confession of course summary: you and leo end up as best friends after a chance collision, but soon it looks like it might be more a/n: I'm so excited to write the part 2 for this. should probably be out next thursday!

I tossed my empty cup into a trash can as I passed, trying to shuffle through the mass of papers and folders stacked in my arms one-handed. At this point I was only half convinced I'd finished that paper, and if I didn't find it before I got Mr. Whitman's class, I was as good as dead.

Just as I thought I saw the header of the essay I had been searching for, I collided with something hard, and all my papers flew out of my arms, littering the sidewalk.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," the guy hurried out, immediately ducking down to collect my mess. All I could see of him from this angle was a mess of black curls, and the back of a beat up Carhartt jacket.

"No, no, that was on me. I wasn't looking where I was going." I grabbed as many of the papers as I could, attempting to put them back in a neat stack. "I was trying to find an essay."

"This one?" he asked, looking up. I was met with warm chocolate brown eyes, leaving me stunned for a moment. He had picked up a thin stack that had been stapled together at the corner, holding it at an awkward angle to read the title. "The Self: Human Nature or All in Our Heads?"

"Yep. That's the one." I had gathered myself enough to answer with a shy smile.

"Psychology?" he continued with a mischievous looking grin, handing over the last few rogue papers.

"Second year."

"Me too!" he said enthusiastically. "I mean—second year, not psych. I'm mechanical engineering."

"That's my roommates major! She loves it, but I've never been able to follow it much."

"It's not too hard once you get the hang of it. I'm Leo, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you! I'd shake your hand, but I'd probably drop all this again."

"We wouldn't want that," he laughed.

Just as I was about to make another comment, I caught a glance of his watch. "Shit. I'm gonna be late. It was lovely to talk to you, hope to see you around," I called over my shoulder as I hurried off to my class.

"That's the second time today!" Percy yelled, hopping up from his seat, the front of his shirt and pants soaked. "Why can't this shit be waterproof or something?"

"Sorry, man," Leo apologized, though his teasing tone and proud smile suggested otherwise.

As soon as Percy was out of the dorm room, hurrying off to change, Jason turned to his friend. "You've got to stop doing that," he laughed. "I think he's almost at the breaking point."

Leo shrugged, turning his attention back to me. I was laid in his bed on my stomach as he sat on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress.

"What was I saying?" he asked, his nose scrunching adorably.

"Those... Sphere thingies."

"Right!" he said, his eyes lighting up. "Archimedes' spheres. We were talking about them in class today. I mean, he had some crazy ideas, but these things were just wild. They're way too complicated. Those things would never work. They don't even know what half of them are supposed to do."

"He sounds rather ambitious. Like someone else I know," I responded, gently tapping the end of his nose. He scrunched it again at my actions, making me what to repeat my actions a thousand times over.

What the hell are you doing? Snap out of it.

I pulled my hand back to my side as he went on, rambling about the impossibility of the inventions. We were only a few inches away from each other, his chin on the edge of the bed and mine resting on the back of my palm, but neither of us seemed to notice the proximity.

How the hell I ended up in this position, I couldn't really tell you. It was probably Percy's stupid idea to come to this stupid party.

Leo was across the room, talking to some girl, and for some reason I couldn't pinpoint, I was pissed about it. Part of myself was saying he's just talking to some girl, what's the big deal? But another—much louder—part of me wanted to scream at how close they were, talking maybe a few inches apart at most, and neither had looked up for six minutes and fifty-two seconds. Not that I was counting. What has gotten into me?

I eventually tore my eyes away from them, afraid I'd make myself sick if I stared at them any longer. Set on searching out Annabeth, I took off into the crowd, eventually finding her in the kitchen, tucked under Percy's arm.

"I'm gonna head out."

Her expression immediately turned to worry as she saw my own. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I answered, though my words came out sharp and uncomfortable, clearly not convincing either of us.

"I'll go with you."

"No, really. Percy's way too drunk to be left with the boys." My excuse was true, he was slurring aggressively, telling an overly exaggerated story.

"Jason isn't drinking, he'll be fine."

"Really," I tried again, practically pleading. I was more eager than ever now to get out of there, my skin heating to an unbearable temperature in the time I'd been standing there.

She hesitated, studying me. "Fine. But text me as soon as your back in the dorm. Kay?"

"Mhm," I nodded, immediately ducking towards the door. I was eager for the fresh air, but as soon as I pushed my way outside I was pelted with thick, cold rain drops. Great.

I tried to ignore my shivering, tugging off my heels to avoid slipping. I was halfway home when my phone started ringing, playing the custom ringtone Leo had insisted I used for his contact. I hurriedly ignored it, fumbling with my heels and the slippery screen, but just as soon as I had put my phone away, it was blaring again.

"For fuck's sake!" I yelled, scrambling to clear it again.

'Where are you?' his text read. 'Are you okay?' 'Answer me please.'

"Give it up," I muttered angrily, shoving my phone into my bag. I had just made it to my building when an all too familiar voice came from somewhere behind me through the heavy patter of rain.

"Thank God! Are you okay?"

"Would everyone stop asking that?" I snapped, spinning around to face him. Leo was climbing out of his cherry red Cadillac he'd fixed up, hurrying over to me.

"I thought something had happened to you? Why didn't you answer my calls or texts?" His eyes quickly scanned over me, taking in the thin dress sticking to my skin, heels in one hands, and arms wrapped tightly around myself as I shivered violently. "You're shaking. Take my jacket," he started, shrugging off his coat.

I brushed him off, ignoring his attempts. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What? I'm making sure you're okay. You shouldn't be walking home by yourself at two in the morning. Please, take the jacket."

"No."

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Yes! No... I–I don't know! Can you just leave me alone?" I angrily pleaded. His expression was somewhere between confused and hurt, the arm holding his jacket now hanging by his side. "Shouldn't you be off with some little blonde?"

That comment struck a chord, only deepening his confusion. "No?" he said, almost as more of a question. "Are you mad about me talking to a girl?"

"I don't want to talk about this!" I yelled back, desperately wanting to get out of the heavy rain. I could practically feel the cold in my bones, and my clothes were clinging to me uncomfortably.

"I do," he pouted, looking like a kicked puppy. His curls were matted down on his forehead, his grease-stained t-shirt sticking to his skin, and his jacket hanging limping at his side, not bothering to put it back on.

"What is there to talk about? I'm soaking wet, cold, and tired, I don't want to talk about some skank at a frat party!"

"Are you jealous or something?" He had begun to raise his voice, from a mix of the loud rain and aggravation.

"Maybe I am!" I yelled in response. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes," he answered, not skipping a beat.

I was too stunned to answer him, the anger suddenly leaving me. The image of us yelling at each other in the rain about something so simple suddenly seemed absurd, and I was frantically trying to figure out how we had ended up here. I was just beginning to realize I may feel something different for my best friend, and here he was saying he might feel the same.

He stared at me for what felt like forever, until I managed to croak out a barely audible, "What?"

"I like you. Hell, if we're being honest, I think I'm in love with you."

His big brown eyes watched me with no expectation, just observing. I realized he wasn't waiting for me to say it back, or even acknowledge it, he was just... watching me process.

Before I knew what I was doing I had thrown my heels to the ground, launching myself at him. I pressed my lips against his as I threaded my fingers through his soaked curls. Leo's hands instinctively found my waist, tugging me closer.

His teeth tugged my bottom lip, nipping me before his tongue darted out to lick across the area in a soothing manner. I tugged his hair at the action, silently praising him.

I pulled away breathlessly, trying to get even closer to him. "You're so warm," I muttered against his lips. My shivering had decreased significantly since he'd wrapped his arms around me.

"Let's get you inside." My only option for a response was a mindless nod, before returning to his lips.

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romana-after-dark · 10 months ago

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Our Gentle Sins: Part 3 (formerly Be Quiet)

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

My god this header is ass but I was an emo kid what can I say

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Chapter summary: Past. You open up to Logan. Present. Logan opens up to you

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religous trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Logan had tried to do as Charles requested. Tried. Honestly, he had but the place wasn’t THAT fucking big, and he kept running into you during all the times it was least oppretune, all the times he was aching for touch and tenderness as the soft skin only you could provide.

And he missed you. That little trip to the store had sent something burning in his, a spark of joy that ignited in his body that maybe this time, you would be different, everything could be different. You were fun, gentle, kind and soft and passive… He thought of how you were so scared of the man, he felt your fear drumming in your heart and at the moment all that mattered was protecting you. Still, you didn’t want him to hurt the man. Empathetic little thing.

Glancing up to find your eyes on him at diner hurt so much he tried to keep his eyes trained on the food at all times. He tried not leave his room for fear of running into you in the hall. Hell, sometimes he didn’t even want to be in the house because he could fucking smell you. He could smell when you were ovulating and on your period, in tune to everything you did despite trying to avoid you, leaving him him alone in his room to fuck his fist day after day, hour after hour humping a pillow because he couldn’t control himself like a horny teenager.

And Remy was no fucking help.

“Logan!” He called from down the hall. “I need a favor.”

He rolled his eyes. “Awful lot of favors with you, huh?”

Remy LeBeau laughed as if it was a joke. It wasn’t, Remy’s ‘favor’ had landed him in this predicament in the first place.

“I am supposed to eat lunch with notre ami,” he says with a smirk that makes Logan assume he’s not talking about Jean or Emma or Ellie. “But I’m afraid I’ve been called in another direction.”

“Is the other direction some girl’s pussy?”

A glint in his eyes. “Some man’s pussy, to be specific, cher, but a gentleman never tells. Anyway, I need you to let her know I can’t make it, send my apologies.” Remy already started walking away.

Logan half shouts down the hall. “What, are you two going on dates now?”

“What’s it to you?”

Logan was fuming, absolutely livid. You and Remy? Fuck no. Not a chance in the world. Well sure, it would make sense. Remy was soft, kind, funny. He knew how to romance a girl. Or a guy. Or whatever it was he was sticking his dick into. He could wine and dine and woo his way into those little dresses with the right words, the right touches… He could be friendly, nice… but Remy LeBeau is not the kind of man to settle down. He’s a slut. You? You are a romantic, he could tell. Young and innocent and still believing in true love and Remy was the kind of guy to make you fall for it. Not intentionally…. Probably… but Remy didn’t understand you. Not like Logan did.

So, despite not telling Remy he would deliver the message, he went to find your classroom anyway.

It was early in the semester still, but fall was beginning to creep in on the New England days. Still, it was lovely out and the smell of oak made you happy, so you cracked a window. Air was good for the kids.

You had an upper level class, literature, and were just finishing the discussion of The Count of Monte Christo.

When you hear the door open, you expected Remy but instead saw Logan. This surprised you, considering how obvious it was he had been avoiding you, you give him a warm smile and turn back to your class who were just beginning a brand new discussion.

“But I don’t think he’s motivated by revenge, he’s motivated by love!” A young girl argues with her classmate.

“He killed people, Jess.”

You clapped your hands together, “Guys I’m so sorry but that’s our time! As much as I’m sure you’d rather skip lunch and discuss Dante’s true motivation, I have to let you go. Come prepared to pick this right up tomorrow!” You said, thrilled this has gone so well.

Students grab their things and file out, several saying good day and several more staring at Logan as they passed. Logan glared at one particularly bug eyed boy.

“Logan.” You call his attention from the kid, and as Logan steps to your desk the door shuts behind you. You gesture to a chair near the front of the class. “Forgive me, but my feet hurt from standing. Is it alright if I eat?”

“Of course.” He hurries to answer, scrambling around the desk to pull out your chair. He’d be damned if he was outdone by Remy. His movements were awkward and clunky. Logan wasn’t an animal, he was raised to be a proper high society man, and even though he left home young, he lived during much more… polite eras than now. While he preferred to live more rustic, he knew how to be a gentleman.

You smile up at him from the chair, thanking him quietly. Logan pulls up a chair to the front, sitting with you.

“Remy ain’t coming.” He blurts out, ready to break the news of the date as bluntly as possible to make him look worse, but when he saw the worry on your face he read your mind. “He had to go take care of business, he’s fine though.” Watching the relief on your face made him annoyingly jealous. “Sorry he had to miss your uh…” Logan glanced around the room. “Date, I guess.”

He likes hearing you giggle, even if he thinks it might be at him. “Did he call it a date?”

“Well… no…” Why did he feel so flustered with you?

“Good. It’s hardly a date. I have higher standards than sharing a sandwich in my classroom.” Despite his protests, you lay half your sandwich on his side of the desk. He couldn't say no to you. “Remy eats lunch with me sometimes, keeps me company. As a friend, if you were wondering.”

He was.

There was a comfortable silence as Logan ate the sandwich you gave me, doing everything he could to not hum as he delighted in it. How did you make a simple caprese sandwich taste so good? How did he get roped into sharing a meal with you when he was supposed to keep his distance?

“You’re good with them.” He mumbles with his mouth half full. When you look up with confusion he elaborates. “The kids, I mean. They like you. I can see it, and I’ve heard others talking.”

This makes you blush, looking away as you deflect the compliment. “Thank you, it’s probably the only thing I’m qualified to do.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. Were you a teacher before you came here?”

“I wasn’t anything before I came here.”

Logan gestured for you to continue, so you set down your sandwich and cleared your throat, still looking down. “I’m not really qualified to be here, honestly… It’s not like a secret or anything but… it’s not exactly something I’m shouting from the rooftops so… I mean you don’t gotta lie or anything…”

“I won’t say anything” His voice was soft, comforting. He made you trust him, so you let it all out.

“I didn’t graduate high school.” You fidget with the hem of the flower print dress that went past your knees. “I got married at 16.” When you glance up, you’re expecting to see his weirded out, uncomfortable, or maybe even disgust at you. Instead he looked concerned.

“Jesus, doll. How the hell was that legal?”

You explain. “With parental consent and judicial approval, you can get married pretty young. My parents knew the judge.”

“And your parents were okay with this?”

Logan wasn’t stupid, he’s 200 years old and has seen plenty of teenagers getting married, but it wasn’t as common as you might think. By the time he was coming of age, marriage age, even for women, was going up. Teenagers were teenagers, he supposed.

“It was their idea… he was um… he was 20.”

The realization dawned on him. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

You give a little shrug and go back to eating. “It was pretty normal in my circles. I didn’t realize how weird it was until I was 18 or 19 or something when the doctors- well, yeah.”

Curiosity crested on the topic of doctors, but Logan knew better than to push too hard. “And what are ‘your circles.’”

A little smile quips up on your lip and Logan notices a seed from the whole grain bread on the bottom lip. He wanted to kiss it off.

“Ever watch 19 kids and counting?”

Logan nearly cocked on a tomato. “What?”

You smirk at his reaction. “Yeah. We were IBLP, fundies I guess people say. I got 11 siblings, wore jean skirts, homeschooled, all that. I even met a Duggar once at a conference. Not the creep one. I don’t think.”

Your blase nature around your strange childhood was a defense. Every day you learned new things that you grew up in that weren’t normal, Remy and you spending hours walking the grounds, just talking. He is shocked you never watched spongebob, you are shocked he was allowed outside after dark. Both of you had a bond over failed arranged marriages and childhood abuse, but he was further along in the deconstruction path.

Nodding along, Logan tries not to freak out. Part of him wants to run away from this conversation. He doesn’t want you to open up, he doesn't want to feel pity or sympathy or learn anything that might endear you to him even more. Part of him wanted to rip out your family and your husbands throats.

“I assume that means you didn’t graduate?”

“Not even close. Homeschool was a loose term, honestly. My parents believed women didn’t need math or science, not that they believed in science, but they encouraged my read thank goodness. I spent a lot of time reading and writing, studying that stuff since we didn’t have a TV. When I say Mr. Xavier took in a stray, I meant it. I’d have absolutely no options, no social security card, no birth certificate, even. Not even McDonalds would have taken me.”

Logan frowned at that, popping the last bite into him mouth. “Why not?”

Despite it all, you laugh still. “I didn’t know that was a thing until I wondered into a Walmart asking for a job and they laughed in my face. Mr. Xavier explained all that. Listen…” You shift in your seat. “I taught all 11 of my siblings English, literature, poetry, reading, writing… I promise you, I might not have gone to college… but I know what I’m doing here.”

He shot you an assuring smile. “I didn’t doubt you for a second, Dolly.”

Logan spent the rest of your lunch break helping you cut out book themed decorations for your classroom. There was so much he wanted to learn, like why you can’t drive, how you left your husband, how you possibly gained the courage to do it knowing nothing of the world and what had happened to you to make you run like that? How brave you must be, for such a small, vulnerable thing, to do that. Logan found he greatly admired you. He had his healing powers, his strenth, speed, his claws to protect him. But you? Just out on your own.

He wouldn’t fuck you. He wouldn’t fall in love. He would do as he promised Charles, he swore it to himself…

But from now on, you didn’t need to be afraid of anything.

Logan would be your claws.

After

You banged on Logan’s door, not caring who heard.

“LOGAN!!!” You shout, continuing to bang even after he opened the door. You didn’t care. Fists pounding on the door turned into fists slamming on his chest. Logan didn’t seem phased, its not like you were strong. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room before closing the door. You knew you should fear he’d rape you again after what he did but you couldn’t care anymore.

“Dolly-”

You throw the pregnancy test in his face, dried piss and all. “I hate you! I hate you!” You continue to scream at him and smack at his chest but he lets you. You scream, and scream and his and scream until there is nothing left in you and you fall to your knees crying.

Logan catches you, kneeling down and taking you into his arms and you just let him because fuck, you are so starved for affection, so desperate for touch it doesn’t matter that it came from him. You fit neatly in his lap, his chest warm against your head as he holds you to him.

He smells like oak.

When you calm down, you shove at him again and fall off.

When he reaches for you, his worry stricken face trying to convince you he was the Logan you knew before, you shout, “No!” Pointing directly at him.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Dolly. I am.”

“No, you’re not.” A sniffle alerts you of your runny nose, and you wipe it with your sleeve. “You knew what you were doing! You can’t- you apoligized while raping me, Logan!”

He winces. “Don’t say that…”

“What, rape?”

That cringe again. “Don’t- don’t call it that!”

You scoff, a sardonic smile playing at your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, that's upsetting to you? I can’t imagine how that feels, Logan.”

A moment of silence. Then he huffs a small laugh. You hated him, you hated how easy to was to fall back with him, to feel comfortable with him when he did something so horrible to you… and yet when you look at him now, sitting on the floor with the big eyes and little kitty ear hair as you called him, you didn’t see the man that raped you. You just saw Logan.

“I’ll get an abortion.” You say without much conviction.

“No, you won’t” He sounds more convinced than you were. Logan’s eyes were soft, patient, like a parent waiting for his childs fit to end.

You sit back against the wall, exhausted. “Yes, I will!”

He smirks. Is he making fun of you? “No, you will not”

“Or what, you’ll hurt me? You’ll follow me around everywhere?”

Logan chuckles at that. “No. I don’t need to do that. I’m not entirely convinced you would have taken that plan B, honestly.”

“Wha-”

“How would you get there in the first place? You gonna ask fucking Remy to drive you to the abortion clinic?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. You and him both know what it is. Leaning in, Logan rests his elbows on his crossed legs, tight tank top straining against his pecs. “I know you, sweet baby doll. Better than Remy, better than anyone ever could. You may have left that world you lived in, may have left those beliefs and your parents and your husband and your pastor, but it hasn’t even been a year. Some stuff comes easier to digest, like realizing your husband doesn’t have the right to beat you with a switch. Some stuff, like what's going on in your womb… that gets a lot harder to sort through. I know you, and you just don’t have the guts to get an abortion”

You hated him. You hated him because he was right,

“That’s why you chose me, isn’t it.” The tears dripped down again, but softer this time. “Because you knew I wouldn’t.”

“No.” He sounded certain, final, almost deviated like it was important for him to know you understood what he was saying. “Dolly…” Logan leans over getting on his hands and knees. Slowly, he crawls across the floor to you, a cat hunting his prey, shoulder blades moving in time and jutting out of his shirt. His eyes were trained on you.

“I didn’t choose you, baby doll. None of this was my choice. The moment I saw you, every single choice was taken away from me.” He stalks closer, and you press your head against the door as your heart rate picks up again. “You were mine, I was yours, and everything that’s happened since has been fate pulling us together.”

Your lower lip quivers, making you whimper. “I didn’t want…” You almost say you, but can’t bring yourself to it. It wouldn’t be true. “I didn’t want that.”

His face is right up against you now, soft little breaths fanning your cheek and his eyes lidded with lust. “I didn’t want it to happen like that either, dolly.” His lips brush yours. “But I can’t deny fate any more than you can deny me.”

Logan might be a little ooc in this ill be real but shhhhhhhh

Also this is not hidden pro life agenda. I am pro choice.

I was raised Catholic and I remember even though a few years into deconstruction I couldn’t let go on the idea abortion was murder. I was assaulted and thought I was pregnant from it and spent hours sobbing in church because I wasn’t know what to do. Luckily it’s a choice I didn’t have to make in the end but please know whatever choice you made for your body was correct.

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Want soft logan, no dark?

If anyone else writes dark logan and wants to be fwends hmu <3 gotta be lgbt inclusive and general leftist stuff. I'll reblog your stuff!!!!!

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If anyone knows more good dark logan writers hmu bc i just dont know anyone else!!!!

I appriciate you all supporting my logan work! keep on send them asks! I hav sunday off so i ll ge more then !

if you dont normally read my stuff, sometimes i do polls at the end of my fics. usually its about the story but i gotta do this for like....... well

I wrote the worng way and spent most of it regretting the name bc i just went with the first thing. Same here. this was initially a one shot! nut i fel the title is too simplistic

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orangez3st · 3 months ago

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Pardon the Way That I Stare

Clone Commando Boss × F!Reader

✧ Summary: Delta Squad's sergeant is having a silly little crush on a cafe stage performer.

✧ Tags & Warnings: songfic, love at first sight, tooth-rotting fluff (dare i say so), reader is described to have hair that gets tucked behind the ear, reader plays guitar and sings, delta shenanigans

✧ Word Count: 3.7k

✧ A/N: I was planning to hold this off until the next Friday but I couldn't wait with all this widespread Delta brainrot—it's spurring me on 😩 and! This goes to you all Boss gurls (gn). This fic serves as a friendly reminder on the fact that Boss was voiced by Temuera Morrison himself and thus makes every clone an amazing singer, really. Hope you enjoy this one! Playing the linked tune is recommended too 🎶

Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Boss (in-header image)

divider by me -> Delta Squad helmet PNG's by @stars-n-spice

“Hey Sarge.”

When Boss breaks out of his mulling, the cafe remains the same. Still bustling with typical normality of early dinner hour—cutleries cutting into pastry plates or scooping fried grains, decent chatters drowned by the stage performer's voice accompanied by the unmistakable acoustic strums of guitar.

“Do me a favor and give this”—Scorch slides a cool glass of water toward him—”to the girl in the front.”

The sergeant stares at his fellow Delta. “Where are you going with this?”

“Come on, Boss,” Sev scoffs, “You've been staring.”

“For a painfully long time,” Fixer adds, for once not clutching a datapad close to his person.

Scorch snaps his fingers. “See? Even Fixer's gonna blow himself up if you keep staring and do nothing.”

Okay, he may or may not be admitting that he's been staring at you for a bit… you just look ridiculously dashing in your obvious sixth-semester-uni casual getup while seated on the high chair and strumming your nylon guitar away, your warm and slightly raspy voice piercing through the cafe atmosphere. Nimble fingers moving through the chords and soft overhead lighting silhouetting your figure, you bring a certain inviting air that captivates the Delta sergeant.

Someone said you had your tattoo removed Saw you downtown singing the blues It's time to face the music I'm no longer your muse

“You're staring again,” Sev's voice yanks him out this time, followed by Scorch's shameless snicker and Fixer's smirk.

“Fine,” Boss relents, picking on a mushroom fritter that they ordered and chews. “But after the song ends.”

“She looks like she needs a break,” Scorch wiggles his eyebrows. “Maybe a cute little brief ice cream date afterward?”

“Scorch,” Boss warns, heat creeping into his cheeks. Son of a gundark. “I’m—” Kriff why is he speaking? Too late to go back (even Fixer is staring into him too intently and too encouragingly, which is strange coming from Fixer) he opts to hope for the best, “I'm not sure… if she wants ice cream. Affects the throat or something like that? She sings.”

“One night of ice cream won't do much harm to a singer,” Fixer says.

“And why are you encouraging this?”

“We agreed you need to get laid,” Sev says, quite shamelessly in the middle of a bustling cafe.

“Tone it down, Oh-Seven,” Boss commands in his best Sergeant voice, very uncharacteristic of him since usually it's Fixer's line.

Speaking about Fixer, the other one who's been uncharacteristic tonight; the slicer continues to encourage him. “Boss,” he says, an air of seriousness floating about him, “Just a date. It's fine.”

In another life I would be your girl We keep all our promises Be us against the world

The Sergeant loosens up, leaning back into his chair. If the way he crosses his arms isn't getting any acknowledgement that this teasing conversation is over, nothing's restraining him to close the bill and wrap up. Thankfully, they resort to themselves; Scorch scooping up his spagyu shaak fat fried grains, Sev slurping his blumberry peppermint milkshake noisily, Fixer mulling over the extra-shot long black that no doubt will serve its purpose after curfew, and Boss watching your strum your chords with a hint of a smile.

You haven't noticed the certain intrigued guy in the audience, though. As an occasional cafe singer, you're used to being ignored, but it's no longer lies that performers crave for appreciation too. You've got a little box in the corner for people to put their credits in, and always slip a thanks love! in your songs at the sound of money.

Ending the song with its last chord, you lean closer to the mic. “Thanks for coming to Serenade, we hope you're having a great dinner—early dinner, afternoon snacks. My favorite is the Rishi corn cream soup with a perfect buttered golden brown toast, if you ask me.” The gig should involve you promoting the menu like a radio broadcaster, unfortunately, and it cuts your performance hour by 9 seconds or something. “But hey, if you've got any request for me to sing, just lob it at me, loves. Thanks again!”

Without waiting for responses, you step off the chair to take 5.

“Hey, that was amazing.”

Stashing your guitar, you turn and briefly observe the man behind the voice. A sharp inhale of breath. He's a clone, you notice, and out of the usual grey leave attire. Instead, the clone in front of you dons some proper civvies that you almost mistook him for a fellow uni student had it not because of the famously similar features and broad physique of an experienced soldier.

The direct praise, and the fact that he approaches you to compliment you personally, makes you smile. “You think so?”

He nods. “I've… been watching, if you didn't notice. Your voice is pleasant.” You enjoy watching the way his hand rubs the back of his neck. Then, as if startled by the cargo in his hand, he hands it to you. “Also, here. This is for you.”

Your eyebrows lift to the sky at the perfect, enticing glass of water—the very first thing you’ve been wanting to grab. “Oh thank you!” You probably shouldn't take something from a stranger, but you're sipping on it already by the time you realize it. You wipe your mouth with the back of your sleeve, lifting the empty glass to your eye with another smile. “Double thanks actually, love.”

“You're welcome,” he smiles, offering a hand. “I’m Boss.”

Shaking his hand, you supply your own name as well to the introduction. “Enjoying a nice leave, Boss? Or a small getaway from mess hall food?”

Boss chuckles airily. “You could say it's both.”

You hum, warming up quickly to the friendly air of the conversation. “You here alone? With your mates?”

“Yeah, my squad. They're over there.”

He jabs a thumb backward, and you look over his shoulder to catch the stares of three other men, who then either nods up at you or waves friendly. You grin and wave back, frowning when one of them, the one with bleached hair, waves you over. Without waiting for Boss and instead anticipating what shenanigans could possibly occur, you approach their table curiously.

Meanwhile, Boss resists the urge to groan out loud, thus succeeding in keeping his composure.

One of them with glasses and green bomber jacket acknowledges your approach with a welcome nod. “You really shouldn't take something so easily from strangers. I thought you were gonna play hard to get.”

“Disappointed?” you smirk, “Can't blame a thirsty performer who's been singing three songs without a water break in between, boys.”

From beside you, Boss sighs out loud. “This is Fixer, Sev, and Scorch,” he introduces, pointing to Glasses, Muscle Tee, and Bleached Tips—respectively. To be honest, you were growing to like the nicknames of your creations—

“Hang on,” you pause, index finger pointing around the table, “You're the Delta Squad?”

They straighten up and shift in their seats. You almost want to laugh.

Scorch though, poses no shame at all with a stupid smile, a gesture that signals you're graced with the presence of the clown of the group. “Now how did you know that?”

“Oh y'know, you're famous.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. “Heroes of the Republic and all.”

“You sure?” Sev challenges, catching your nervous tic, “That's Cody and Fi and a bunch of shinies on the propaganda posters, not us.”

You wilt under their scrutiny. Scorch's is playful though, and genuinely curious, but Fixer's is completely serious. He must've thought of you as a spy or something. A little exaggerated, but you understand. “Fine,” you huff, “I've got a douche ex who happened to work in your establishment.”

“Huh,” Boss remarks beside you, “Officer?”

“Mmmno...”

Scorch snorts. “No way. A reg?”

You open your mouth to quip, but you're already flushed in slight embarrassment that words escape you.

“Hey, no need to be shy about dating clones or we'll be insulted otherwise,” Fixer says.

You chuckle awkwardly. “Sorry. Didn't mean that. But he was really bad.”

“Well. Have you ever tried with a commando?” Sev asks you, one eyebrow arched.

“What, like you?” you grin, glancing at Boss. Oh you know his intention for approaching you with praise and a glass of water, alright. Unable to stand his ground with you batting eyelashes at him with a glowing smile, Boss looks away. You hold in a snort. Got him. Shrugging and still locking your gaze his way, you quip, “Well I see no harm in that.”

“Hear that, Boss?” Scorch grins, his cadence matching the maniacal enthusiasm with his brother. “Absolutely no harm.”

“Sure here's my comm,” you joke, inviting a round of chuckles from around the table. “Anyway. Any song requests? As much as I'd love chatting with you all, I need to fill up my hours before wrapping up for the night.”

“Sarge here got something,” Sev grins, a maniacal glint in his eyes. “Go on, sir.”

“If you three are done with the bullying, I'm gonna assign us all four to the 0430 PT.”

Fixer visibly pales.

“Actually he wants to go up on the stage with you. Heplaysguitartooyouknow,” Scorch says quickly before ducking under the table.

You giggle at his antics before turning to Boss, whose face is in his hands, amused with the fact bomb. “Your squadmate speaking the truth, love?”

He grunts.

Whatever spell you're putting on him, it works. Especially when you throw love so easily, even though it's casual, but it's working. Boss curses himself, or not. Maybe he's gonna be lucky today. Your subtle barely flirting is having an effect on him that he starts to feel hot under the collar.

“Well done, wiseguy. You've doomed us all with early PT,” Sev grumbles.

Scorch pops his head up and looks at you wide-eyed. “Save us!” he whisper-shouts.

“Yeah don’t punish them, Sarge,” you deadpan, your cheeks hurting from grinning too wide. Part of the reason is you've taken the fact with heartfelt surprise that Boss, too, plays an instrument. That makes you wonder which style he likes. How well he plays. How often. Does he grumble when the strings are out of tune? Most importantly, how charming is his singing voice?

Then, your playful and sociable upbringing shifts into something else. Boss, who's been watching you since the squad stepped inside the cafe, recognizes it instantly. Sweet, with infinite layers of kindness. Passionate, encouraging. It's surprising to him still how much he can deduce out of you in a mere hour.

“Do one song with me,” you ask, without pressure, of course. “If that’s okay with you? If that's not going against whatever clause in your rules?”

“None of our rules goes against singing in public,” Fixer supplies, unhelpfully. “Yours?”

You shrug. “This is my cousin's place. I can do whatever I want as long as I perform onstage,” you grin, tugging at Boss' sleeve, “Come along? We'll just do one song that you like and you can go back to your seat.”

You bat your eyelashes again, your eyes glimmering.

Well how is he supposed to say no to that.

“Fine,” Boss sighs, then turns sharply to the rest of his men. “And we still get early PT.”

Collective groans.

“I'm so sorry about them,” Boss immediately says as both of you strut away and head for the stage.

“I get it, don't worry. I bet they give you life in your team.” You throw a grin over your shoulder as you return to the small spot in the corner, stepping over cables and grabbing your guitar. “Now say about you playing guitar?”

Back at the Delta booth, Sev observes the way both you and Boss trade a light conversation only you can hear. You're agreeing on something with those repetitive nods and passing your guitar to Boss before going to the back, leaving the Sergeant a little awkward with the instrument.

“Think he's gonna survive the crowd?” Scorch says beside him.

“S’not a massive crowd. No one's really paying attention,” Fixer replies, “Performances like this are purely for the ambience.”

“Plate of fried grains on cold feet,” Sev bets, still watching you finally return with an extra chair, “With extra chili.”

“Absolutely not,” Fixer sharply cuts in.

“Deal,” Scorch, the spice lover himself, pipes up mid-bite, his fork falling to the plate. The duo then shake on it.

Fixer lets out a long sigh. “Why.”

“Welcome to Serenade, citizens of Coruscant, here we have the best grilled cheese with three kinds of Saleucami cheeses. Or was it four? Either way, it's really good with blumberry peppermint milkshake, not gonna lie.”

“And she's an excellent gimmick,” Scorch laughs, his shoulder shaking from the intensity of it. Sev scoffs, twirling the straw in the aforementioned milkshake that he actually ordered for himself while his brother clutches his chest. “Love her already. Imagine Boss with a silly girlfriend!”

“Looking at it now,” Fixer smirks, watching both of you finally settling in, Boss sitting just beside you with an extra mic in front of him that you helped set up.

You're situated near the electric drum kit supplied by the cafe itself, ready to focus on a particular set of rhythm of the song Boss whispered to you earlier (and wing it, since this is practically a spontaneous collab). Holding your guitar, Boss experimentally strums a chord. You grin at his excellent handling—he definitely plays on a regular basis. Maybe his brothers get annoyed here and then by his excessive playing.

“Nice,” you remark, leaning away from the mic as far as you can. And Manda, you're multi-talented. Your pleased smile is so brilliant Boss can't tear his awed gaze away from you. He can't help but smile as well—your energy onstage is infectious and it's getting the best of him, boosting his confidence. “Ready when you are, love. I'll wing it and harmonize.”

He chuckles to himself, once again feeling his cheeks warming against his own will. Or maybe he wants that. Maybe he wants you to keep calling him love.

Without further ado, Boss starts to pluck a set of chords that click instantly within you. The drumsticks in your hand, you let your brain running miles per hour and your foot tapping gently against the floor to discover his rhythm.

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You feel like Heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much

You can't help but bite your lips in, stealing glances at Boss who's knowingly, knowingly, doing the same to you. “Very subtle,” you mouth at him, inviting his grin and the next set of lyrics breaking a little from his laughter, sounding all too happy, and full with his robust, charming smile. You shake your head. Your cheeks may hurt like it's swollen, but you're ready with your drum kit and set yourself off to the rhythm.

Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare

As he sings, Boss tilts his body to you, finding you slightly frowning to keep up with your drum kit and focus because even the most terrible partygoer on the dancefloor knows the importance of rhythm.

But at least you now know that this song is for you.

And if you feel like I feelPlease, let me know that it's real

“Oh it's real,” you quip to the mic, your eyes flicking to Boss who's chuckling to himself away from the mic, and you decide to enter to fill him in.

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you

You nod along his riff, the catchy one that everybody knows and sometimes gets them dancing to it. Smiling, you let your muscle memory work its wonder as you fall into a duet for the chorus with your new performing counterpart.

I love you, baby And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby To warm those lonely nights I love you, baby Trust in me when I say

“They have to trade riduurok tonight or I'll combust,” Scorch comments, chin in hand, already absolutely shipping you and Boss practically married on the stage. Sev hums in agreement, subconsciously mimicking his brother's stance, head swaying slightly to the beat.

Fixer scans the entire cafe. The difference is striking—people wouldn't expect a clone performing in it. One with a great voice, at that. Boss is talented in that particular area. Fixer has lost count already how many times he catches Boss singing in the shower. A tinge of worry slips into his thoughts, though; he hopes you're not getting in trouble for this since the lifted datapads to record the performance is an after-effect of your initiation. Or maybe not, since it might boost the cafe's today's income.

“Worse thing is we'll be gaining more fans,” Sev quips.

Fixer nods along, playful. “And more demands for clones to initiate a music performance.”

“Next time you know we're setting up a fundraiser concert,” Scorch says.

“Yeah? For who?”

Sev scoffs, “What kind of question is that?”

“Why, us, of course!!” Scorch grins, “After all; we're broke.”

In the end, you're taking another five after doing three more songs with Boss on request from the patrons, every single one of them particularly spontaneous. And honestly, you can't exactly figure out how both of you fall so naturally with each other's play on your instruments. It's as if you can read each other's mind, surrendering to one another's lead only signaled with a stolen glance that somehow you just know what would entail, what would be perfect.

And in the end, even after packing your beloved guitar since your given hours are up (and after one more plate of fried grains with extra chili for Scorch because apparently Sev lost a bet), your post-performance adrenaline is still coursing through you.

Boss notices how energetic you are, and he can see he's been contributing to such an effect. His arm shivers at the spot where you touch him fondly while you strike up conversation with the others, and all he can think about it is you're breathtaking you're great you're so talented your voice is perfect can I take you out—

Oh, he's down bad. You're going to take over his mind for the week, and maybe even longer.

Finally the Delta Squad clears their table, with Boss insisting to walk you to your dormitory building when you told them it's just a few blocks away. Well, not that you complain. The boys don't. Boss surely doesn't. As the neon lights of Coruscant nightlife wash over every surface and every pedestrian making their way along the sidewalks, Fixer and Sev take initiative to lead the way, one of them gripping a datapad, holomaps already pinned to your place. From behind, Scorch drapes both arms heavily over your shoulders and Boss’.

“You’re leaving good memories for us four,” Scorch says to you—your guitar case slung over his back—before sparing a glance at Boss with a knowing look in his eyes, “I think we won't be able to stop thinking about you.”

You laugh, the pleasant sound setting butterflies to explode in Boss’ stomach. “Just don't let my fabulous self disturb your missions out there.”

“Oh it won't,” Scorch wiggles his eyebrows, hand going up to ruffle Boss’ reg haircut, “At least to me—”

Boss shrugs him off. “Scorch.”

“Oh relax, Sarge. You sound too much like Fixer on the field today.” Scorch lets both of you go, intercepting the space in-between and walking backward toward the other Deltas. “Try to be yourself while asking her for that ice cream date.” Winking, he cups his hands around his mouth and whisper-shouts, “It's not too late!”

Watching Scorch finally turning around, you let out an awkward chuckle. “Um, what ice cream date?” You turn to Boss.

The Sergeant rolls his eyes. “It's, um,” he rubs the back of his neck, “Just a di'kutla inside joke. Dumb inside joke.”

You arch an eyebrow. “You make inside jokes about ice cream dates with your mates?” you smirk, touching his arm, “You sure it wasn't about me, love?”

Boss has to resist the urge to groan while shoving his face into his hands. “Fineitwasaboutyou.”

“Gods, you're cute,” you gush, the last syllable morphing into a pretty laugh that makes him wanna triple cartwheel on the very sidewalk he's walking on. He pretends to not hear that. He doesn't hear that. It feels too unreal. He doesn't. Compared to yours, where did his confidence boost go? This Boss is totally different from the guy who took to the stage and gathered quite an intrigued audience moments ago.

He releases a stiff laugh, though it sounds deliberate to you so that the tension on his shoulders melt away. “I'm so sorry.” Stupid. This is what happens if you've never gone out for months.

“No don't be!” you laugh, “Besides, I’m all ears for another date.”

Boss freezes momentarily, his steps faltering for a split second before catching up to you, and for the first time that moment he really looks into you. “Another date?”

“Mhm,” you nod enthusiastically, “I'd say that was already a date.”

“The duet?”

“You were amazing, in case I haven't told you that.”

“You have. About ten times, actually.”

“That is because you are.”

Despite being rendered speechless, Boss manages a smile at you, a genuine one, his confidence finally bursting off of him.

“Copy that,” he says, “Know some good place for dinner some time next week?”

You hum. “There's this Kommerken flank steak wrap place I’ve been really wanting to try. Or do you want something sit-and-talk kinda date?”

“Wrap sounds good,” Boss agrees quickly, “Anything else?”

You try to think of anything else. Wrap means on-the-go food, you're going to walk and talk, maybe exploring a patch of Uscru while at that… “Park?” you suggest, leaning closer to him, “I'll bring my guitar and serenade you to oblivion, love.”

Oh how badly he wants to close that distance between you. But… looks like it has to wait till next week, then. “Game on, love.”

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jwanniie · 1 year ago

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Hii can I ask for gp minji just fingering reader on the back seat of the car while the other members are sleeping and also the manager doesn't know because he was playing music on the radio.

Btw, I love your theme and especially chococat as your header, beautiful^^

Aww thank you so much, that’s so sweet!!^^

Warnings: public sex (?), fingering, squirting, teasing, and smut!!!lmk if I missed anything more!

As the day was winding down and the sun began to set, the ride back to the dorms provided a much-needed respite from the day's hustle and bustle. The car's engine hummed softly, blending seamlessly with the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. The peaceful atmosphere was a welcome break from the noise and chaos that you absolutely loved that came from the members. The soothing rhythm of raindrops gently tapping against the windows creates a peaceful and serene ambiance.

You sat alongside your girlfriend, Minji, when she reached out and clasped your hand with hers, interlocking your fingers together.

The members had already dozed off, exhausted from a long day of rehearsals and dance practices. Meanwhile, the manager drove the car, playing some soothing music in the background. The atmosphere in the car, peaceful and serene, causing the members to drift into a more profound state of sleep.

She smirked to herself, knowing that you had no idea of her next move. The same hand that intertwined your fingers minutes ago was now sliding down under your pants. Under your panties, earning a small gasp of shock, her fingertip teasing your slick. The fact that the manager was driving having no idea what was happening in the backseat. He was in his reality. Humming along to the tune and melody of the song. Gently swaying his head side to side, along with the addicting beat of the song.

Her fingers never stopped the teasing, bringing it up and down continuously, from your hole to your clit. Rubbing it quickly and the perfect amount of pressure. Then again rubbing the outer corner of your hole, before sliding towing digits in. The buttons and zipper of your pants restricting her fingers movements. You unbuttoned the buttons and unzipped the zipper. Giving her more access to your cunt.

Her slender digits sliding smoothly in and out of you, and her thumb rubbing your clit doubling the pleasure. You felt bad, too bad. Minji finger-fucking you while not even a meter away from her groups two oldest members, and their manager focusing on the road, having no idea what is happening in the back.

You dozed off from your thoughts when the pressure in your stomach started welling. Her fingers were hitting the right spot, and with every other thrust she curled them. She always knew how to use her fingers right, so right. With every passing second the tent in her pants grew and the knot in your stomach was close to snapping. The lewd sounds of your squelching pussy growing louder and louder. Luckily the rhythm of tge new song covered them up.

With one last curl of her digits, and one last ram of her fingers inside your cunt. You felt your juices run down your thighs. Damping your pants and Minjis fingers. A loud satisfied sigh fell from your lips, biting your inner cheek instantly. Looking over at Minji who was now looking out the window. Acting like she just didn’t just finger you and make you splash your juices all over her fingers. You looked down at her small bump that was across her pants. Once you are at the dorm, you need to help her get rid of it.

Managers voice made you snap out of your trance “we arrived!”.

The girls next to you were quick to wake up from their deep slumber, yawning and stretching their arms. Nobody knew or would ever know what just happened, it was a secret between you and minji!😉

#new jeans x fem reader #new jeans minji x reader #new jeans x reader #kim minji x female reader #kim minji x reader smut #kim minji x fem reader #kim minji x reader #kim minji smut #kim minji #minji x fem reader #minji smut #minji x reader #new jeans fluff #Kim minji fluff #minji fluff

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senbazuru

Characters: Jo & female reader

Setting & genre: friends to lovers, fluff

Summary: Asakura Jo has been in love with you for 1000 days.

Warnings: -

Words: 1k (yes, it’s exactly 1000 on purpose)

Author’s note: title means ‘thousand cranes’ and it comes from the Japanese belief that if one folds a thousand cranes, they are granted a wish. header pic is from samidare concept photos.

It’s one of those summer days when the sun is too bright and the air is heavy with humidity. There’s a train’s rumble in the distance and the quiet sound of ocean waves washing up the shore.

Asakura Jo can feel himself melt into the uncomfortable wooden bench he’s sitting on, sweating through his shirt in patches and eyes squinting under the sunlight. Usually, on days like this when the heatwave is so strong the emergency app on his phone keeps buzzing with warnings, he would stay inside, lying right in front of a whirring fan, staring at the sticky glow stars on his childhood room’s ceiling.

But when you showed up at his door this morning, all blinding smiles and shiny eyes, he already knew he wouldn’t say no to you. He never could.

“Let’s get ice cream,” you said, excited, and really, he should have known you wouldn’t want to go down just to the corner konbini to get popsicles that colored your tongues blue. Yet, he didn’t ask anything, just followed you while listening to your retelling of this new show you started watching and somehow he ended up in a seaside little town with you, three train stops away.

“Come on, I know a place,” you insisted, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the exit of the station. Jo had to pretend his heart didn’t just skip a beat right there and then when your fingers touched his.

The place you knew was a handmade ice cream parlor right down the sandy beach as if your favourite soft serve shop at Yokohama bay wasn’t just as close to the azure waters but the boy knew better than to question you and your felt-like-it motives. You being so in tune with your wants and just going for them no matter how unreasonable they sound is one of the things he admires in you. He would go anywhere with you anyways. Even in summer heat and winter cold as long as you’re there.

Now there he is, a five minute walk down from the dessert place, under thin parasols barely shielding against the sun. He has already finished his usual chocolate ice cream, its sweetness overtaking his senses, while you’re still enjoying the last bit of your Hokkaido milk one and he can’t take his eyes off you. You look so happy and radiant, sitting there by the ocean, with eyes closed and a smile on your face as a gentle breeze kisses your cheeks. The wind is playing with the hem of your light blue sundress, strands of your ponytail sticking to the back of your neck and he has never seen anyone more beautiful. He wishes he had his drawing sketchbook and sharpened pencils with him, so he could commemorate this moment. As if he didn’t have dozens and dozens of pages filled with you already.

Overwhelmed by the sudden pressure in his chest, he has to look away. Just for a moment, just to calm his wildly beating heart. Glancing down at his nervous hands in his lap, he notices the bright pink cone wrapper paper he absentmindedly started folding, a years old habit taking over without him noticing but it only seems fitting as he didn’t notice he was falling either until he was ocean deep in love with you already.

By now, he has a basketball-sized glass jar of folded cranes back in a hidden corner of his room, exactly nine hundred ninety nine of them neatly done once he learned the art of origami just for you. One crane for every day since he realised his heart was yours. Each paper contains a confession, a reason why he loves you. One day he will show you but today is not the day.

Today, it’s the thousandth.

Thousandth day, thousandth crane.

Thousands of them just for one wish.

Let me love you.

“Hm?” You whip your head towards him, opening your eyes slowly when he calls your name, something stirring in his heart at the sight of your sun-warmed cheeks and rosy lips.

It’s now or never, he thinks.

He reaches out slowly and takes the hand you rest on the bench between you. He turns it by the wrist gently and once it’s palm up, he places the newly folded origami crane on top of it with his other hand. This paper is void of any words from him but his confession is written all over his face as he feels the heat of a blush on his cheeks.

“I…” He starts but he chokes on his words. Suddenly nothing sounds right enough or good enough. Nothing that comes into his mind is worthy of you, of what you deserve.

Your eyes are wide with uncertainty until something familiar flashes in them. You blink, look down at the little gift as it’s something precious and then back at him, not pulling your hand away. Instead you turn the arm he holds by the wrist until you can curl your fingers around his own. Your skin is sticky with melted ice cream but he can’t find it in himself to mind.

“I know,” you whisper, a sigh of the ocean barely heard over the loud beat of his heart.

It’s his turn to blink, confused and curious, but when you squeeze his hand lightly, the thousandth crane stuck between your palms, he believes you.

“Me too,” you say with a smile tugging on your pink mouth and before he could react, before he could even ask since when, you press your dessert-sticky, sweet lips to his cheek briefly and pull away just as fast with a giggle. You look back at him with a smile rivaling the sun’s brightness and as you walk backwards on the beach, you call out for him with an inviting wave to join you.

“Come on!”

I know a place, Jo thinks as he stumbles to his feet, dazed and in love, and it’s with you. Always.

#&team x reader #&team fluff #andteam x reader #andteam fluff #jo x reader #jo fluff #stories #(apparently this is what happens when i watch a feel good anime)

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months ago

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Hiii can I please request a Ransom x fem reader where she’s Meg’s friend and she was invited over for dinner when all the craziness with Harlan goes down. Maybe the family is being really mean to Y/n because not rich, she’s a waitress at a nearby diner to get through college. Meg doesn’t defend her even as her family (verbally) attacks her friend. Y/n starts crying and excuses herself to go to the restroom but gets lost in the maze of that mansion and finds herself in the room where Ransom is in the middle of messing with Harlan’s medication. She’d obviously be very shook/scared to see what Ransom is up to and he would be angry that he now has a witness to what he’s trying to do. He’s not entirely sure how to handle this so he kinda just grabs her arm and drags her down to his car (she’s in such a daze that she lets him) and he brings her to his house until he figures out what to do with her? After a while of her being in his house he realizes just how much he enjoys her company so he decides he just wants to keep her by his side, and in all honesty, Y/n enjoys being pampered and spoiled and loved on by her friend’s older brother that she’s starting not to mind being in his house. Then a year later, at the next big family dinner, Ransom walks in his family’s mansion hand in hand with Y/n with an expensive, pretty dress on and a gorgeous engagement ring on. His family would so erupt in questions, especially Meg who hadn’t seen Y/n since that night/dinner a year ago and Ransom would shut every single question down and not let a single person attack his future wife, the love of his life💜

Treating You The Way You’re Supposed To Be Treated » Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Summary: Ransom’s family verbally attacks you any chance they get. Ransom treats you the way you’re supposed to be treated.

Warnings: Angst (not Ransom and you), Fluff, language, fiancée!Ransom/fiancée!reader, verbal abuse, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credits goes to the creator.

“Are you sure your family won’t mind that I’m joining you guys for dinner?” You asked Meg.

“They don’t mind.” Meg says.

Meg’s family never really cared to get to know you. They just throw insults in your face every chance they get.

You walked in the living room with Meg. She was immediately greeted by her family.

“Why’s she here?” Joni asks.

“She wanted to tagalong.” Meg says.

You frowned when she said that. You aren’t tagging along. Meg invited you over for dinner.

“Ok. Well, nice to see you, whatever your name is.” Linda says.

“My name is Y/N.” You told her like you told them what it feels like a million times.

“That’s what I said.” She says.

You sat down on the couch and tried to avoid eye contact and talking to Meg’s family. You sat there silently while Meg interacted with her family until dinner was ready. Dinner was going ok until Meg’s family started talking to you.

“So Y/N, whatever do you do?” Walt asks.

“I’m in college.” You say.

“College is expensive. How are you paying for that?” Joni asks.

“I’m a waitress at a nearby diner.” You say.

Jacob snorted and laughed. You looked at him and frowned.

What’s so funny about you being a waitress to pay for college?

“You should just cut your losses with college and being a waitress.” Linda says.

“I bet she doesn’t even take any political classes.” Jacob chimes in.

You looked down at your plate of food and tried to tune them out. They continued to throw insults at you. So did Meg. You never expected her to defend you.

Like seriously. What kind of friend doesn’t defend her friend?

You felt your eyes tear up. You scooted your chair back and stood up, leaving the table and dining room. They even laughed at you for doing that. You looked around the house for a bathroom, but couldn’t find one. You went upstairs to find one. You stopped at the top of the stairs, unable to find a bathroom. You just went into the first floor you seen. You closed the door and started crying.

Ransom was tampering with Harlan’s medicine when you came in the room. He froze when he seen you. He’s not mad at you for coming in the room or anything. He just didn’t expect anyone to come in the room while he was doing that. It took you a moment to realize that you weren’t the only one in that room. You opened your eyes to see Ransom kneeling down on the floor with Harlan’s medicine in his hands. You didn’t know what he was doing. You just stared at him with wide and teary eyes. You didn’t question him about what he was doing.

Ransom put Harlan’s medicine back where it was before walking over to you. He gently grabbed your arm and led you out of the bedroom and house. He put you in the passenger seat of his car. You didn’t know where Ransom was taking you. You stayed quiet the whole car ride and stared out the window.

“You’re Meg’s friend, right?” Ransom asks, glancing at you.

“Yes.” You answered.

“Just to be clear, you saw nothing. Understand?” He says.

“I understand.” You say.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Ransom pulled into the driveway to his house. You guys got out of his car and walked inside of his house. You couldn’t help but notice how nice his house is.

“I like your house.” You say.

“Thank you.” Ransom says, taking his jacket off.

You sat down on the couch. Ransom sat down next to you.

“Wanna tell me why you were crying?” He asks.

“Your family hurt my feelings and they constantly tell me how poor I am.” You tell him. “Meg did say or do anything to defend me either.” You added.

“I’m sorry my family said those things to you.” He says softly.

You gave him a softly smile and looked down at your lap. You looked back up when Ransom lightly rubbed his fingers against your arm.

“Just know, you’ll always have me. I’ll treat you the way you’re supposed to be treated.” He says softly.

“You’re so sweet.” You say with a smile.

———

A few months later, you and Ransom really hit it off. You two got to know each other better. You guys even went on dates and became boyfriend and girlfriend. He even spoils you by taking you on shopping sprees.

“Ransom, sweetie, which one do you think is cuter?” You asked, holding up two dresses. “I can’t decide which one to get.” You say.

“Both of them are cute.” Ransom says, taking a good look at them.

“You think so?” You asked, looking at the dresses.

“Yes.” He says.

You decided to get both dresses and went on to the next store.

“Sweetheart, I have something to do real quick.” Ransom says, handing you his credit card.

“Don’t take too long, baby.” You say, kissing his cheek and took his credit card.

Little did you know that Ransom went to a jewelry store on the other side of the mall. He looks inside of the display case of diamond rings, smiling when he found the perfect one to put on your finger.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” A store employee asks him.

“I would like to get this ring for my girlfriend.” Ransom says, pointing at the most beautiful diamond ring in the display case.

“Amazing choice.” The employee smiles. “Are you going to propose to her?” She curiously asks as she got the ring out of the display case.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” He says with a smile.

“I’m sure she’ll love it.” She says.

“I hope so too.” He says.

Later that day, you two decided to take it easy for the rest of the day. You two set up a blanket and a bottle of wine on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“This is nice.” You say in almost a whisper.

Ransom hums in agreement, taking a sip of his wine. He put his wine glass down and readjusted himself on the blanket.

“I have something to ask you.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked curiously, taking a sip of wine.

Ransom maneuvered himself so he was up on one knee. You watched his next move closely. He got a little black velvet box out of his pocket. Your eyes went wide. You knew what this meant. A gasp left your lips when he opened the velvet box. You seen the most beautiful diamond ring ever in it.

“Ransom…” You whispered.

“Ever since I met you, I knew you’d be the love of my life. I love you more than anything, sweetheart. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” Ransom asks softly.

“Yes!” You answered, your eyes tearing up.

Ransom smiles and put the ring on your finger. You sat up on your knees and kissed him passionately.

“I love you so much, baby.” You whispered.

“I love you more.” He whispers back.

———

“I’m not sure about this, Ransom. Your family doesn’t like me.” You say nervously.

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll deal with them, ok?” Ransom says softly.

“Ok.” You almost whispered.

Your nerves subsided for a while, but then came back when you guys pulled into the driveway of his grandfather’s house. Ransom, being the gentleman he is, opening the passenger door for you. You got out of the car and walked hand in hand with Ransom inside of the house. You guys walked into the living room where his family is. Ransom got greeted by his family. Meg was surprised to see you since you two haven’t seen each other since you last had dinner there, which was a year ago.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Meg practically squeals, hugging you tightly. “Where have you been?” She asks.

“With Ransom?” You tell her.

“Why the hell would you be with Ransom?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

Ransom wrapped his arm around you protectively and pulled you into his side.

“Why is a waitress and college student like you wearing an expensive dress?” Joni asks.

Here we go again.

“What’s on your finger?” Meg asks.

You looked up at Ransom. He nodded, letting you know it’s ok to show them the engagement ring on your finger. You held your hand out, showing his family your beautiful diamond engagement ring. Their eyes went wide.

“You didn’t.” Linda says, looking at Ransom.

“I did.” Ransom says, smiling proudly.

“Did you get her pregnant?” Richard asks.

Your jaw dropped when his dad said that.

“No I didn’t!” Ransom says.

“Why would you marry her?” Joni asks. “She’s poor.” She says.

“You know what, eat shit!” He says.

His family gasps when he said that.

“Excuse me?!” She says.

“All of you throw insults at Y/N every chance you guys get! She did nothing wrong! I’m marrying her because I love her!” He says. “And you’re not much of a friend, Meg. Friends defend each other, but you didn’t do that for Y/N.” He said, looking at Meg.

Ransom’s family stood there in silence and in shock. You had a smile on your face, happy that Ransom defended you.

“We don’t need this. Let’s go, sweetheart.” He says.

Ransom kissed your lips before leading you out of the house hand in hand and out to his car. You two got in his car and left.

“Thank you for that.” You say, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“You don’t have to thank me, honey. I will always defend you.” Ransom says sweetly.

“I love you, Ran.” You say softly.

“I love you too, darling.” He almost whispers, kissing the back of your hand.

💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸

-Bucky’s Doll

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