#and i do wonder if i'd be able to write something that tight again or if it'd take me twice as many words. hmm.

[muirmarie]

i'm going to finish this one by this weekend - it's like. ehhh half done at 4.5k rn - and then i'm going to write something extremely without plot. zero plot. very short. just vibes. i mean i chose to write this next for a reason, bc it wouldn't leave my head, so it's fine, but also. if i write something 1-3k i can write it in a night. if i write something 4k+ it takes me like three times as long as it should bc i don't have the option to just power thru lmao and i get so easily distracted tbh

[loverofpiggies]

Oh, you watched Fiona and Cake, great!

I am curious, what were your thoughts about like Winter King or first opening? Or like about overall more mature stuff than in og adventure time

So now that I'm doing a huge rewatch of the OG Adventure Time, I will say I adore both in their own ways.

It was really cool seeing the more mature stuff in Fionna and Cake, sort of like the show 'grew up' with the audience, you know? And do NOT get me started on how much my heart was destroyed by Simons entire plight through.

See I never managed to finish the first show, mostly just got distracted, but on my rewatch I can tell I at least got through six seasons. I like how spaced out the original show is, and it makes the really sad shit with like the Ice King hit like a ton of bricks when it happens. It really feels like you're watching all these wacky people live their lives, and occasionally the horror of the Mushroom War reminds you of its effect, through Marceline, and the Ice King, and every character who was forced to live through it. I don't know, it's really nice!

Okay I'm gonna ramble so I'm putting a read more!

I was wondering if on a rewatch I'd get frustrated the way later seasons of Steven Universe made me get frustrated, but it never felt like that at all. It's just been... fun. It's just Finn and Jake on adventures, occasionally having to set down their fun and recognize the horror of things around them, and it's just. DAMN it's just done so well.

I just got to the episode where Finn meets Prismo and makes the wish, and accidentally ends up wielding the power of the crown, and all it did was break my heart. Like I was sitting there, and for a split second I was like 'wow that crown corrupted him really fast!' and then I remembered.... he was like 13 when he got the crown. He was still a child, and when Simon got the crown, he was what, in his 40s? He was just a kid, and couldn't possibly be able to handle or combat the crowns power. It just punched me in the gut.

So I very much enjoy how spaced out and silly the original Adventure Time is, because its such a unique world I love seeing more of it, and I feel like it makes the heavy scenes hit so much harder. With Fionna and Cake, I love how tight the story is and how structured things are. They're both SUCH good shows, with different ways of writing and different vibes and I adore them equally at this point.

ALSO THE WINTER KING, holy shit don't get me started, but I will rant about this mofo

(These are keychain designs but I decided to put them together on a little canvas)

Firstly, I fucking LOVE the Winter King, and I'm really sad we didn't get more of him. I do wonder if the fact that Fionna's universe wasn't 'canon' during all the universe hopping, that if somehow the multiverse will reverse some things and 'repair' the damage. I'm not even saying that because I want to see the Winter King again, it just absolutely sounds like something that could happen in Adventure Time. Hell, look how they made Fionna and Cake just-- real! Thanks Prismo you're a cool guy.

But in terms of the Winter King as a character, and in terms of his universe? I want SO much more detail. Where is Finn, where is Jake? Marceline either left the Winter King or got killed, so I'm curious there too. The juxtaposition of genuine confidence and whimsy, and the mans incapacity to feel remorse or even real deep sadness (him saying 'Oh! The dead one?' when Simon asked about Betty was... holy shit) he was just an EXTREMELY interesting character, and I so badly want to see more of him.

Also dude was just funny. The fact he straight up admitted he thought about kissing his alternative universe self was so fucking funny, and plays heavily into his narcissistic behavior and tendencies.

On TOP of that, the idea of how he ended up cursing Bubblegum specifically would be so interesting. I read online people assuming when the Ice King did his spell, it was more like "I want Princess Bubblegum to love me, so I'll do a spell so she can understand what I'm feeling and then she'll marry me!" but then the 'understand what I'm feeling' is actually just... "Hey, I feel absolute madness, here, take it off my hands!' and might have just been a huge accident. We certainly can't trust Winter King's words about it.

I don't know. He was so fascinating, and the way he put feelers out to see if Simon would feel the way he does (Specifically talking about making an Ice Betty, then realizing Simon was disturbed so he shrugged it off with a laugh, being like 'no thats immoral obviously haha') and the fact that he was so cautious and smart about avoiding telling Simon how he conquered the crown? Like he would be glad to help and teach Simon how to keep his sanity AND his power... but obviously would have never spoken his secret the more he realized Simon would morally object to it.

I dunno. This character was in the show for 20 minutes and he was so fucking interesting I almost feel robbed. I hope maybe we can get some Adventure Time comics about the guy at the VERY least!

[swmzq]

smut w ferran torres where you guys don’t like each other but you work for barca’s pr team so you’re around each other a lot. you’re at a charity event and have to look after ferran because he drinking loads when he needs to do interviews and so you drag him into an empty room to tell him off and one thing leads to another anddd🤭

change whatever and add whatever, this is just a little thought😵‍💫

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

pairing: ferran torres x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alcohol use, swearing, semi public sex,Enemies into loverssss

authors note: i love this request! I fell in love with it immediately when I saw it and started writing directly. Btw this is like my first time writing smut so it’s prob not the best! And call me dumb or whatever but I’m not entirely sure what a PR does so I just went with the one who like follows the team around and look after them kinda and their like photo shoots or events, etc! Rushed sorry!!

MASTERLIST

Dividers by: @tattooedeverything

I let out another groan as my alarm blared for the second time that morning. Rolling over with great effort, due to the ache in my lower back, I scanned the time on my phone through bleary eyes. 7:03 AM. I had hit snooze for an extra seven minutes of rest but knew I couldn't delay getting up any longer without risking being late for my morning meeting.

As my feet hit the cold hardwood floor, a shiver ran up my spine in response. The hard floors did nothing to alleviate the pain radiating through my hips and lower back. I stretched my arms overhead slowly, feeling several joints in my upper back pop in the process. While the movement relieved some of the tension, it did nothing for the underlying discomfort.

In the bathroom, I twisted the faucets of the shower until steam began billowing out of the bathroom.

Stepping under the hot spray, I sighed in relief as the pounding water massaged away some of the knots in tired muscles. Despite the pleasant sensation, I couldn't help but mentally grumble about how my back had gotten into such a state.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry myself off. After wrapping it around my waist, I used another to rough dry my hair. The knots were always worse after sleeping on it wet. Padding over to the sink, I plugged in my hair dryer and began the tedious process of detangling each section.

As I brushed, more joints popped and muscles stretched in my neck and shoulders. My reflection in the foggy mirror showed the tired lines etched deeply in my face. Dark circles hung under my eyes that no amount of concealer seemed able to fully hide lately. I didn't know if it was the frequent late nights at the office or growing stress from dealing with problem players like Ferran, but my self-care had definitely slipped.

Once my hair was mostly dry, I parted it neatly and began applying a light layer of moisturizer. The steamy bathroom had helped soothe some surface tensions, but my back was still tight. I'd have to request an appointment with the chiropractor soon at this rate. Hopefully a visit could help loosen things up so I wasn't shuffling around like an old man in constant pain.

With a final appraisal of myself in the mirror, I turned to get dressed for the day. Yet as I left the bathroom, my traitorous mind again drifted to wondering what new hassle Ferran would cause at our meeting that morning.

I walked into my bedroom and went to the closet to select an outfit for the day. Given it was expected to be warmer than usual, I chose something basic out of my closet.

Once dressed, I headed to the vanity to do my makeup. I applied a light foundation to even out my skintone and conceal the dark circles. A few strategic swipes of blush brought some color back to my cheeks as well. My normal eyebrow pencil and mascara routine followed. While doing my makeup, I thought more about the meeting ahead.

Working for barça’s PR, I would have to hear Ferran's latest complaints first thing. We had been working overtime to smooth things over after his photoshoot snub. My mind ran through possible responses and tactics to defuse Ferran without further stoking the flames of his discontent. A swipe of clear lip gloss was the finishing touch.

Checking the time, I saw I needed to head out soon if I wanted to grab a coffee on my commute. With one last look in the mirror to check my appearance was neat and polished, I grabbed my handbag and keys. Mentally preparing for the impending storm that was Ferran Torres, I headed out the door to start another day at the office.

I rolled my eyes as I tossed the papers onto the desk, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Another fucking charity event, just what I needed. Dealing with drunk players was already a pain in the ass, but adding Ferran Torres to the mix made it even worse.

The sound of knocking filled the air, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Come in!” I called out, turning around to see who it was.

The door swung open, and in stepped Ferran Torres, a grin spreading across his face. “Hey, are you coming to the charity event tonight?” he asked.

I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed my temple, before responding. “Do I have a choice?” I asked sarcastic. “Just please, please, please don’t drink to much tonight and don’t embarrass me like you always do when your drunk.“ I add leaning my head to the side.

“Is that all you're asking?” Ferran questioned, the grin growing wider. I rolled my eyes at him, “Yes, that's all I'm asking," I replied. “Just please, don't get too drunk tonight. You have important interviews to do”

“I'll try my best,” Ferran promised with a chuckle, giving you a playful salute.

”Just try,” I repeated. “You know how much of a pain it is for me to help you to the car with your teammates.”

“I know, I know,” Ferran said, letting out a sigh. He wanted to tell me that he didn't need my help, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. He hated admitting it, but he needed me more than he would ever admit.

An hour pass by and Ferran couldn’t stop talking making me wanna fall asleep right there.

“By the way, I heard that you’re maybe leaving soon for another club. Would be lovely if the rumors were true for once.” Ferran said, a smug smile plastered on his face.

Well that just took a fucking turn, I thought for myself before answering. “Well Torres I have bad news for you I’m not going anywhere so you can keep dreaming”

Ferran's smile only grew wider at my response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Really now? You're not leaving?” He repeated, his voice laced with fake disappointment. “That's too bad, I was really looking forward to not having to deal with your attitude on a daily basis.” He chuckled to himself, clearly finding my reaction hilarious.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but I pretty sure that this is my office, and you just came in here”

“Yeah, I know. I'm in your territory” Ferran said with a wave of his hand.

“But hey, let's be real. This place could use a bit of my charm.” He grinned, walking further into the room as if he owned the place.

I groan pinching the bridge of my nose. “Just get out I already have to deal with you at this charity event”

"I'll be sure to make it worth your while," he said with a wink before turning and leaving the room, leaving me alone with my annoyance.

The room was packed and loud, making navigation difficult in my tight heels. I squeezed through the bustling crowd towards the couches, feet aching with each step.

Reaching the couches, I practically collapsed onto the plush cushions with relief. Leaning down, I massaged one sore foot gently. Moments later, the cushion dipped beside me though I didn't bother to look over.

A familiar voice spoke up over the din. “Hard night already?”

I turned tiredly to see Ferran grinning from inches away. “You have no idea,” I sighed, not in the mood for small talk.

It felt like it only got louder and louder for every minute that passed by. I just wanted to go home and sleep but I knew that I couldn’t leave cause if a player got to drunk I’ll need to take care of it like always.

Ferran hadn’t moved a muscle yet but haven’t said anything either. Weird he would always say something to piss me off or just say something in general, he usually talks my head off about something i couldn’t care less about but a part of me likes having him accompanying me.

I rose from the couch, shaking out the wrinkles in my dress while Ferran also stood. ”Well I'm going to get a drink,” I said, still wondering at his unusually solicitous behavior.

”Let me come with you,” he offered with an easy smile. I must have looked surprised because Ferran's smile faltered.

”Ferran, what's going on?” I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion. ”Why are you being so...nice?”

His expression softened at my question. ”What, can't I be nice to you?” he tried to joke, but I wasn't ready to let it slide so easily.

Holding his gaze, I asked more seriously, ”Is this some kind of bet?”

Ferran shook his head earnestly. ”Why would it be a bet, Y/N?”

I sigh as i continue ”Because you're almost never this normal towards me.” We'd shared an odd push-pull dynamic from the start, with more pushing on my part to rein in his antics.

His expression soften almost like he was trying to tell me something but before he even could say anything I cleared my throat turning slightly to avoid his gaze. “Well I guess I’ll see you later tonight”

I weaved through the bustling crowd towards the bar. The surrounding noise and activity seemed to fade into the background as I slightly pushed past people.

I leaned against the bar, signaling the bartender. My exchange with Ferran had left me perplexed, and now I just wanted to unwind without further confusion.

When the bartender asked my order, I replied tiredly, “Honestly anything. I just want to loosen up a bit.” He nodded with a smile and set to mixing something.

The night's events weighed heavy in my mind. Ferran's uncharacteristic kindness was puzzling after our past rifts. I gazed absently at the sparkling bottles, trying to make sense of this shift. Had I misjudged him all along?

My drink materialized - a vibrant sour topped with berries and sparklers. Its playful colors seemed to brighten my mood a touch. I took a refreshing sip, feeling the tension ease from my shoulders.

I thanked the bartender with a smile before turning to survey the crowded room, cool glass in hand. The charity event was now in full swing, guests mingling and dancing joyously all around.

My gaze tracked idly over familiar faces, donors and colleagues alike, lost in the swirl of conversation and movement. A twinge of envy struck seeing couples embrace on the dance floor in a way work seldom allowed.

Taking a refreshing sip of my fruity cocktail, I let the bubbles tickle my senses and soothe frazzled nerves. For the first time that evening, I allowed myself to simply observe without agenda or task.

That's when I spotted Ferran across the way, engaged in lively dialog with a group. Surprise struck seeing him throw his head back in true laughter, carefree and charismatic as I'd seldom seen.

Our unlikely understanding at the bar now replayed in my mind. Perhaps there was more beneath the surface of Ferran than I'd assumed all these years. A small smile formed, carrying faint hope and intrigue in equal measure.

The night was in full swing by now, the charity event attendees thoroughly enjoying all the festivities. I, however, was feeling utterly spent after hours of circulating and making pleasant small talk.

My feet ached dreadfully in the confining heels, each step sending jolts of pain up my legs. All I wanted was to remove the torture devices and prop my feet up with an ice pack. But with many guests still mingling, my duties weren't done.

I felt a little tap on my shoulder making me turn to see a concerned Pablo.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, concerned by his unexpected intrusion and serious expression.

“Um, Ferran is pretty drunk and he won't stop talking about you,” Pablo explained nervously.

My stomach clenched uneasily at the news. Drunk Ferran was unpredictable at best. At worst, he could cause a disastrous scene and damage our organization's reputation.

“Take me to him,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

We found Ferran at the bar, swaying on his stool and slurring overly familiar nothings to the uncomfortable bartender. His eyes lit up childishly when he spotted me.

“There's my girl!” he exclaimed loudly, twisting to face me with outstretched arms making people around us glance over at us. He fucking promised he wouldn’t get to drunk tonight

I shot Ferran an exasperated look upon finding him in such an inebriated state, mere minutes before his big interview. Gently but firmly, I took his arm and led him toward the nearest empty room.

Once inside with the door shut, I turned to face him, hands on my hips. “Ferran are you fucking serious, you have interviews in like thirty minutes and your this drunk? You promised me”

He scoffed leaning his head back. “Why are you overreacting I’m fine. I’m fine” I groan putting an hand on my forehead. “why am I overreacting? Terran what do you think people will think of you when they see you on the interviews totally shit faced?”

“Why do you give a shit anyways?” Ferran said raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe cause it’s my job to look after you and make sure you’re not like this during interviews or games.” I was pacing back and fourth in the room thinking about what we should do.

“I’m not a child i can look after myself.” He says getting closer.

“Well you’re fucking acting like one.” Before I could process anything ferran pulled me into a kiss. His lips were warm against mine, but the suddenness caught me off-guard, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins. When I finally managed to break apart from him, I narrowed my eyes, trying to read the inebriated man in front of me.

“Well maybe I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want this” he slurred, his hands grabbing at my arms to pull me back in for another kiss. His breath reeked of alcohol, but there was something about it that made me feel dizzy and lightheaded.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling his head back to deepen the kiss. Ferran let out a groan, his arms wrapping around my waist to pull you closer. “I fucking hate you but I really need you,” he muttered against my lips.

“Ferran we can’t your interview starts in thirty minutes and you can’t be this shit faced” I groan against his lips.

“I don’t care, I need you.” Ferran whispers against my lips, his hands roaming over my body. I broke away from the kiss. “We can't do this here, what if someone catches us?” I whisper yell.

“Then we’ll have to be quiet,” he said, his lips trailing down my neck as he lifted me up against the wall, his hands gripping my thighs to steady me.

His hands were rough and unsteady, but it only added to the intensity of the moment. I let out a soft moan as he slid his fingers under my panties, teasing my folds with his fingers. “You're already this wet?” he murmured against your skin, his lips moving lower.

Ferran's mouth moved lower and pulled down my dress revealing my lacy bra, his lips brushing against my nipples through the fabric of my bra. He tugged at the cups, revealing my breasts as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it while his other hand continued to work its magic below.

I closed my eyes, tilting my head back against the wall as Ferran continued to ravage my body. The feeling of his mouth on my breasts and his fingers between my legs were driving me crazy.

Ferran pulled his mouth away from my breast with a wet pop, he looked up at me with blurry eyes. “I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice strained with desire.

He quickly unzips his pants and pulls out his hard, throbbing cock, not bothering to remove his shoes or tie. He grabs my thighs and lifting my leg a little higher, pressing the head of his cock against my soaked entrance. “Fuck, you're so tight,”

Ferran slides into me with a deep groan, his hand covering my mouth to silence your cries of pleasure.

I grip his shoulders with both hands, my nails digging into his skin as he starts to thrust in and out of me with a fevered urgency.

Ferran's hand remains over my mouth, muffling my screams as he pounds into me, his hips slapping against my thighs with each powerful thrust. He leans forward, pressing me against the wall as he thrusts into me hard and fast, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every stroke.

“You like that, don't you?” Ferran grunts, his breath hot against my cheek. “You like being fucked hard against the wall like a little slut?” He can feel my nails digging deeper into his shoulders as I nod in response.

He takes his hand away from my mouth and grabs my hips, using them as leverage to thrust even deeper inside me. “You're so fucking tight, so wet,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine as he fucks me relentlessly.

My legs wrapping around his waist as he continues to fuck me against the wall. He holds me there, my back pressed against the wall as he pounds into me, his cock stretching my pussy to its limits. “I'm close baby” he softly moans out.

His thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his climax. He can see the look on my face, my own orgasm building fast, and he's determined to come at the same time as me.

He picks up the pace even more, his hips moving with a feral intensity as he drives into me again and again. And then, with a final deep thrust, he feels his cock erupt inside me, filling me up with hot streams of cum.

Seeing Ferran climax sends me over the edge, and my body convulses with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over me.

Ferran holds you against the wall for a moment, he rides out his orgasm. Finally, he sets you back down on your feet, his arms still around your waist as he buries his face in your neck, panting heavily.

I notice as he watches as I fix my dress and bra, his eyes lingering on my breasts for a moment longer than necessary.

I chuckle and clear my throat. “ready for your interviews now?”

Ferran blinks, momentarily pulled out of his reverie. He chuckles and nods, stepping back to give me space. "Yeah, I'm ready." He says, adjusting his clothes as well. "Thanks for the...warm up."

I gave Ferran's arm a reassuring squeeze as he headed into the conference room to shower and prep. Then, acting on impulse, I rose up on tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“You better not be as drunk as you were at the interview.” I said firmly but with an undertone of care."

Color rose in Ferran's face, both from drink and touch of lips. But clarity sharpened his gaze. “I won’t” he murmured sincerely

“Well I’ll see you after the interviews.” I say as I give him a playful wink, then turning and making my way back to the main building where the interviews are being held. Ferran watches me go, his eyes smoldering once again as he mentally undresses you.

I just knew that it was gonna be a long night

Srry if it’s bad but it’s like my first time writing a serious fic

Taglist: @vogrinciq @cupidsvzq

[hsyvers]

IM IN LOVE WITH SPIDER-JEN you dont even understand 🥰😝😻 but im craving some angst... can you write yn getting attacked by one of yunjins enemies and she doesnt get there in time? my heart hurts just by requesting this 🤧

for you, i'd bleed myself dry - spiderwoman!h.yj x reader

WARNING(S); vague descriptions of death

NOTES; 1k. i hate writing angst so so much but when someone requests i'll try my best to deliver so 😭 yk atsv and like the thing abt canon events....and the last gwenter scene in tasm 2....yeah....im kinda denying that it's a pt.2 to my spiderwoman yunjin fic bc im delulu <3

"hey!" yunjin yells, her heart hammering in her chest, "y/n! i need to hear you!"

"i'm okay!" you respond shakily, standing on a tiny ledge that oversaw the whole hollow clocktower, except for a bunch of gears moving. the fall would still be able to kill, "focus on your fight!"

yunjin lets out a relieved sigh, wincing at the action. her ribs hurt the more she breathes, her vision getting blurry the more she evades her enemy's attacks.

how much has technology advanced anyway? with all the guys yunjin has had to deal with, especially the last few months, it felt like every terrible person was trying to be on par with spiderwoman.

that's how you all ended up on top of this fucking clocktower anyway. if it weren't for her insisting to give you a quick kiss, he might have thought you were just a normal civilian.

'fucking idiot,' she thinks to herself, forcing her limbs to move. once she feels her foot connect with his face, she dives down to get you.

"hold on tight," she orders, with you nodding quickly. she webs something sturdy above the both of you, but just as she pulls up, the criminal cuts it off.

all yunjin can hear is your gasp and his sickening laugh.

she grabs you with a web and sends another one to hold her up.

he seems bored of repeating the same action, jumping down to challenge yunjin to take him on again.

you see the white eyes of her mask focusing on you, and at this moment, it hurts to think of how much she loves you.

when he tries to grasp her arm, you shout a warning, and yunjin manages to kick him off again, her arm swinging to throw a punch before she holds herself up again.

then the gears meet, and your web snaps.

it happens so quickly, that, you wonder if you even screamed.

yunjin doesn't either. she just jumps.

lower, and lower, and lower.

a string chases your chest.

you hear a crack, and you feel yunjin's arms envelop you.

and you're grateful that that's the last thing you feel.

"please, please, please, oh fuck," yunjin pulls off her mask, tears streaming down her cheeks when she falls to the floor, cradling you, "please, babe, no. don't do this."

she leans her ear to your chest, and she has the urge to die herself when she hears nothing.

"honey, no, please," she begs softly, her chest wrecking with sobs when she presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

"get up, okay? tell me you're alright. scold me for being late to practice. yell at me for dropping you!"

it aches. it aches how alive you looked and how dead you felt.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry," she chants, holding you closer as she cries, "it's all my fault. i should've-...i..."

"you look so tired," you whisper, one late night.

yunjin had come home around 3 am, and she's sitting tiredly on your bed, nuzzling her face onto your chest as you stood and held her.

"everything...hurts."

you pull her mask off, expression souring when you see a cut on her lip and eyebrow.

"one day, i'll kill the people who hurt you like this," you declare quietly, after patching her up, like you always have, and you always will.

"no need," she whispers, burying her face in your hair when you lay on the bed, "i'll handle them and you handle me, okay?"

you giggle, and nod in approval, taking her hand to press gentle kisses on her battered knuckles, "i'll take care of you."

and yunjin is surprised at how much she yearns. even when you're around. and painfully more so when you're not.

"it's rotten work."

"not to me. not if it's you."

she remembers falling asleep to your voice.

she never regretted touching you, kissing you, telling you how she loved you, every single day. she never forgot your lips on her own, her cheeks, and her scars.

maybe that's why it was so utterly devastating.

because she never felt that strongly about anyone, or anything. she was the city's protector while you were hers.

she crumbles completely, and she sits there for hours.

the police can arrive, blame everything on her, arrest her, she didn't care.

the only reason why she tears herself away from your body, was so you could be buried properly. she feels as though she can't speak, her eyes red and dull when she left you.

she doesn't come out of her room for days. everyone seems to notice spiderwoman's absence. her friends try to get to her, but she refuses to respond.

she finally shows her face at your funeral, and when they ask why she did, she merely says it's all for you.

and also, she thinks, because you saved her. again, even after death. you did have a way with words, after all.

to my soulmate,

i know you warned me before we started dating, about how i might be in as much danger as you are.

if you found this, it's because you were right, and for whatever reason, i can't be with you right now.

i just want to say that i don't regret kissing you that one night after you saved me, and i certainly wouldn't take back all the love i have given you and my experiences of you giving all you have left in you to me.

in fact, i'd do it all over again, and even now, i love you, i love you, i love you.

you got this! you can pull through it. you're the strongest person i know. and don't forget to lean on our friends if you need them. i know you'll be in good hands.

i took care of you for as long as i could, and you protected me to the best of your ability. i know, because i trust you.

so please, continue to smile and laugh for me, i'll be watching from wherever i am, so don't you dare forget it!

yours forever,

the love of your life (your words, not mine, babe)

[sleepydcpeach]

just unfair (1) | barry allen⚡

A//N - I didn't think I'd have so much to write about this so this will be a series. My first piece, I have written on Tumblr before but not much. Kinda getting back into the swing of things

warnings are posted for all chapters to come so this chapter is only a few small warnings, mostly angst

“Let me guess, you didn’t wait for orders again and got yourself hurt.” The man in the red suit flashed you a half-hearted smile as he clutched at his side. It seemed to always be the same story with Barry. Finding some way to end up on your table with stitches, bandages, burn cream, whatever it was he seemed to be a target quite often. 

“This is going to hurt a bit, I need to dress your ribs.” You explained as he leaned back, his suit torn and his skin ripped. 

“Actually, this time, it was something more along the lines of a tree got in my way and trying to go around it and not through it was a lot harder to do than I thought.” You winced at the thought of the impact that would’ve occurred. You began to dab at the wound with warm saline and a towel. 

Listening to him go on and on like always, his ramblings were something you had grown accustomed to over the months of knowing Barry. 

“Next time you should watch out and listen to me, you’re no help if you’re dead.” Bruce had walked in and made himself known by critisising his squad member. 

“How else was I supposed to get her attention.” He grinned at you before screwing his eyes shut in pain at the motion of you cleaning his wound. You shook your head in disapproval but couldn’t hide the smirk that creeped across your lips. 

“Get your head on right, before someone gets hurt.” Bruce turned and stormed out, you wanted to say something but bit your lips in an attempt to keep your opinion to yourself. 

“Just say it.” Barry broke the awkward silence as he recognised the same expression you always had on your face. 

“Say what?” You shrugged as you began placing the dressing on his wound, being very gentle and careful not to press on it. 

“You can’t hide it doll, I can see it on your face every time I’m in here with you. You think I’m being reckless.” He said it all actually, it just didn’t feel like it was your place to say that to him. 

“When you say it like that you make me sound like I’m the bad guy. I just think, maybe you should be more considerate about how you do things. I can’t help but wonder when the day you come back half dead will be. Or if you even come back at all.” Your heart began to pound against your ribs, anxiety running high as word vomit came out. 

“Tell me how you really feel doll.” He teased as he sat up, adjusting himself so slightly in that skin-tight suit. You mentally flogged yourself for taking notice of something dirty in this moment. 

“I’m sorry, I just care about you all and don’t want to see anyone get badly hurt. There’s only so much I can do.” You began cleaning your bench, placing his dirty, bloody rags in the bin and steralising your workspace. 

Barry always saw the envy you had in your eyes for everyone, their powers and abilities to save the world. He could always tell how badly you wanted to be able to do what they do, but he was thankful you didn’t. The idea of you having powers and at potential risk to lose your life saving someone, he hated to even think it but he was selfish enough to be glad you didn’t. You were just the Justice League nurse. 

“So aftercare doc, should I be taking anything? Avoiding anything?”

“Like you even listen to me anyways. No working out, no running at supersonic speed, and make sure you’re careful getting that dressing wet and cleaning it. I’d recommend baths instead of showers to avoid too much exposure to oxygen.” 

“Only if you join me.” The pink tint on your cheeks was your weakness, you could never hide your embarrassment, your thoughts. Barry walked out, being very careful not to strain himself too much as he made his way to his room. 

You allowed yourself to take a minute and catch your breath, your thighs beginning to gather sweat and arousal as they rubbed together in slight desperation. The thought of Barry taking a hot bath with you, bodies pressed against one another. You needed to stop yourself from letting your imagination take it further. 

“Hey doc, how was he?” Canary was always hanging around you, she was the only one who made you feel better on your bad days, besides Barry. She also knew right away when you started to fall for him, constantly finding ways to put you two together. Christmas parties, New Years, she even got you guys to be each others New Years kiss one year but it was nothing crazy. 

“Same old flirt, I gotta stop letting him do it. It just eggs me on to like him more.” You double washed your hands after removing your gloves, feeling squeaky clean again and finally back to a clean sterile area. 

“You need to do something to show him you’re interested as well. Like the same idea I’ve been suggesting for months now.” You rolled your eyes at her idea, it was too risky, too much on the line for you. It was enough to ruin everything between you and Barry and you weren’t sure what that would mean for your job either. 

“I’m just saying, some lingerie, some dirty music, handcuffs—” You bolted towards the door, slamming it shut in attempt to stop any conversation reaching anyone’s ears. Canary wasn’t exactly the quietest person when it came to these conversations. 

“Everyone knows about it, he isn’t this way with the others. You’ve seen it yourself, he has a thing for you.” 

“I don’t want it to just be a thing Canary! I need to know there’s more there than just want, need and lust. Otherwise what is the point?” You didn’t like raising your voice but it couldn’t be helped sometimes. 

The intercom beeped and Bruce’s voice was heard overhead. 

“Dinner is ready.” You and Canary left without another word to each other, but your eyes said it all. 

Dinner flew by quickly, everyone conversing about their recent victory in battle, sharing their personal hits and wins was something you always enjoyed listening too. It made you feel like you were there as well with them. You had requested to come with them in field to take care of them if they ever got injured but Bruce and Superman didn’t like that idea. 

Everyone was at the table eating but Barry hadn’t come down yet, you almost felt like he was avoiding you. But you chose to bury that feeling deep down. 

“Hey doc, why don’t you take Barry’s dinner to him. He’s probably caught up watching something.” Hal smirked at you, everyone seemed to be away of your feelings for him and took advantage of embarrassing you when they could. Canary threw her breadroll at Hal to shut him up. You paid no attention and grabbed the plate of almost cold food now, walking down the corridor to his room and knocking lightly. 

The door opened before you finish knocking, Barry standing before you with dripping wet hair. His sweats hung loosely around his waist, a small blonde trail of hair from his navel sneaking under the band of his sweats. It wasn’t the first time you had caught him like this, but he seemed to enjoy torturing you with it. You audibly gulped at the sight, a fresh bandage wrapped around his torso. 

“Well took you long enough.” He smirked, allowing you to step into his room and watching you place his food down on his nightstand. You avoided any eye contact with him, worried he’d see right through you. 

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s important you rest and fuel your body in order to get better. You won’t be going back into the field until you’ve recovered to my standard. When I give you clearance then you can return.” You watched his brows furrow as his door slammed shut. 

“I think in this case I don’t think you have that authority to decide that dollface.” You cringed but melted at his pet name he loved to call you. It was better than everyone calling you doc. You weren’t really a doctor, you were technically a nurse but you had become their full time medic after Bruce found you on the streets years ago. 

It was a tough time but you managed to fight through it all and get to a great place in life where you weren’t anxious or fearing about where your next meal would come from, where you would sleep for the night. 

“Actually I spoke with Bruce and he agreed with me. So if you have an issue then you can take it up with him. You’re not wriggling out of this one Flash.” You rarely used his hero name, it only happened when having a professional conversation with him and it seemed appropriate to do so. 

You didn’t notice the way he had slinked closer to you in the moments of discussion, the way your back had met the wall without a thought as he cornered you. His frame was much larger than the average guy you’d know, muscles and veins covered his body from head to toe, it only made you think about what was hidden behind those pants. 

You needed to get your mind out of the gutter, but the way he was closing in on you made both your heartbeats throb in sync. 

“I’ll make you a deal doll, you sleep in my bed with me for a week while I recover and I won’t even touch my suit.” You almost jumped up and down with glee screaming yes over and over again but you didn’t want to seem eager nor were you sure he was being serious. It was always hard to tell with Barry. 

“A week? You won’t be back on your feet for at least 3 weeks.”

“3 weeks it is then. What do you say doll? Deal?” He leaned against the wall, one arm holding him up on his good side as he flashed you the toothiest grin he possibly could. Eyes slightly darkening as they searched for your answer in your eyes. 

“Okay but we need some ground rules first.” You weren’t sure what he was trying to do or if you did know and just didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself. 

“Number one, you have to be naked.”

“What!?” You covered your mouth at your own outburst, worried someone might overhear. 

“Thems the rules dollface, I sleep naked all the time. Think of it as winter training, your body regulates more heat from being naked.” You rolled your eyes, of course he was mansplaining health advice to the nurse. You moved around him, careful not to bump him and taking a seat on his bed. It felt weird, you were rarely ever in his room. Not for this long anyways unless he had run off with something of yours to stir you up. 

“Rules, clothes are always to remain on. Two, pillow wall is not to be crossed.” 

“Pillow wall?” He raised a brow, arms crossing his chest and his arms bulging, you wanted to wrap your legs around him and have him fuck you against the wall until you forgot your own name. 

“Yes a pillow wall. I don’t like people in my space. Three, lights out at ten. Ten-thirty at the latest. I am on a very strict routine. Any questions?” You pointed your finger at him in a demanding manner, hoping your serious face wouldn’t faulter. 

“How clothed is clothed?” You threw a pillow at him in frustration before storming out of his room, hearing his laugh boom down the hallway after you. 

‘Week One’

As promised you held up your end of the deal with Barry, agreeing to sleep in his bed with him for the next 21 days when he was deemed fit. You weren’t sure why you agreed to it, well that wasn’t true. You agreed because this was the first time you felt you had a chance to find out how he really felt about you besdies the harmless flirting and random compliments. 

You made your welcome known, bringing in your own pillows even though he argued his pillows were better. You just knew he didn’t like the pink crowding his room. 

“Hey this is what you agreed to.” Was all you argued when he continued to complain about his room now being 80% pink. You had made yourself at home, and you knew he already regretted it. After spending most of your day moving everything into his room and bathroom you finally got to relax. Laying down on the soft mattress that soothed your sore back, you almost forgot he was laying right next to you. 

“So should we talk bathroom schedule? Because this bathroom doesn’t lock, so if you’re taking too long in there and I need to be, you’re gonna be in for a treat.” You tried not to shade pink at the thought of his cock being pulled out right in front of you. Even if it wasn’t for the reason you wanted. 

“I’ll try not to hog the bathroom, but please knock at least to give me time to either run out or cover my eyes. I don’t need to be scarred by your micropenis.” You giggled as you watched his jaw drop. 

“I’ll have you know that I’m very well endowed. Don’t make me whip it out just for you doll.” You so badly wanted him to pull it out, you tried to think of something else to change the subject. 

“So your wound will need to be redressed every two days after this week and then after the next week we’ll see how it goes without a dressing and go from there. It needs a bit of exposure to help it heal. It shouldn’t be too bad though.” You wanted to move on and just let yourself settle for a bit, still feeling on edge about laying in the same bed as Barry. 

“Sounds good doll, you feel like watching a movie? Nothing girly, but I’ll let you pick. And I’ll fix us some snacks—ugh.” You were quick to stop Barry from getting up, grabbing hold of his bicep and stomach to hold him and slowly pull him back down to the comfort of his pillows. 

“Okay big guy, you definitely need to be taking it easy. I’ll fix us some snacks, and get you something for the pain as well. Wait here and pick something, but it has to be a romcom at least.” His gleeful smile turned into a pouty face at your request for a movie. You made your way to the kitchen, looking through drawers and cupboards to see what was available to eat. Something carb loaded and full of sugar or salt. 

“Day one, boy are you guys gonna be annoying to live with for the next few weeks.” You didn’t notice Hal standing there with Martian and Kendra eyeing you down as you happily waddled into the kitchen. 

“Annoying how?” 

“Like I wanna hear you two fucking all the time. My room is right next to his, the last thing I need to hear is ‘keep thrusting your micropenis in me’ all night.” You knew Hal was just trying to get everyone to laugh at him and pick on you. It made you a little stung actually that he was poking fun at Barry, that was your right only. 

“Actually I think you’d hear something a bit more along the lines of ‘oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes right there Barry! Fuck! Fuck me harder Barry, fuck me just like that please! I’m cumming! I’m cumming—”

“Whose coming?” You jumped at Barry’s voice from behind you, yelping as you slammed your back against the fridge. 

“What are you doing up? You need to be resting.” You growled as you got up in his space, pointing your finger at him in a demanding manner. 

“Well it wasn’t fair that the person you were pretending to fuck wasn’t in the room. So thought I’d come join and see what I’m in for.” You grabbed the band of his pants, pulling him out of the room and back to his own bed. 

“I loved hearing you scream my name by the way, that’s something I’d only ever dreamed of.” You wanted to slap him, you had never been so humiliated before. Your eyes actually began burning from losing sensation and tears beginning to brim. You let go of Barry, standing with your back facing him and slightly hunched over. It went quiet, really quiet. He stopped talking when he noticed you weren’t moving or reacting anymore. 

“Dollface I didn’t—I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I thought we were kidding around. I wouldn’t actually expect anything from you just cause we are sharing a bed.” The silence was louder than anything you’d heard. You felt him touch your shoulder, he had never seen you cry before. Not directly, instead of allowing him to apologuse and comfort you, you chose to lock yourself in your office. 

Barry knew he could’ve stopped you from doing so, his ability to outrun you his advantage. But he didn’t want to hurt you more than he already had. 

You had been hidden in your office for majority of the day, Barry had tried knocking and getting you to come out but when he got no response chose to leave you alone. Everyone tried, Canary, Martian, even Bruce when he got back from his mission. When they realised they weren’t going to get you out of there they decided to wait it out. 

“She’s been in there all day, no food. Nothing. I don’t know what to do.” 

“Have you thought maybe using that thick head of yours to-I don’t know-apologise sincerely? Maybe pour your heart out a little so she can see you’re vulnerable.” 

“Vulnerable?” Kendra rolled her eyes, feeling like she was talking to a brick wall she gestured for him to leave and go try you again. 

You had been reorganising your drawers and cabinets, something that just made you feel a bit better when things were tough. Barry knocked on your door once again, waiting for a minute to hopefully hear your voice or at least the lock click. 

“Doll…please let me in. I really just want you to know, I care about you. I appreciate you and I never meant to make you feel humiliated or bad about what I said. It wasn’t right. I love you like you’re my own blood you know?” His own blood. He felt about you the way he would a sister, or a mother. Not a potential lover, a potential girlfriend or wife even. It hurt, it really did but you didn’t want to keep punishing him. 

You clicked the door, opening it and he practically threw himself onto you. Arms so big and snug, it made you feel safe and warm. His nose pressed against your neck, inhaling your scent and releasing a sigh of relief. You couldn’t not forgive him, but you were hesistant about sharing a bed with him now that nothing would ever come of it. 

But maybe this was your chance to change his mind about you. So it would seem that Canary’s idea might just work after all. 

[frickingnerd]

if i could rewind time, i'd do it all again

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: you're stuck in a time loop, the events of october fourth repeating again and again. but are you able to defy fate and save shinjiro?

tags: lots of death, a ton of angst, a good amount of fluff too, obvious spoilers for october fourth, timeloops, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i teared up twice while writing this– this is the oneshot i'm proudest of so far, so i hope this performs well 👉🏻👈🏻 if you liked it, consider reblogging and commenting!

when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you, you only wished for one thing: to rewind time and save him!

it was an unrealistic wish, you knew that. it was a wish you never thought would be granted to you.

but when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october again. you could hear shinjiro's voice outside of your room, yelling at you to finally wake up and come outside. and suddenly you knew that your wish was granted. you've got a second chance!

“h-hey, let go of me! what's gotten into you?”

you had rushed out of your room and pulled shinjiro into a tight hug, almost squeezing him to death yourself. of course, shinjiro had no idea what was going on. and yet, he reciprocates the hug, while you sobbed in his arms.

“i'm just… so glad you're here”

shinjiro gently held you, as you cried. his fingers moved through your hair, gently stroking it. being so close to him made you realize that this wasn't a dream. shinjiro was alive! at least, for now.

“i need you to do me a favour…”

when you stopped crying, you pulled away and looked up at shinjiro. there was so much determination in your eyes that he wondered what had gotten into you. shinjiro had never seen you like this before.

“whatever you do, don't leave the building today. just… please, stay here with me!”

if shinjiro never left, he couldn't run into takaya. he'd survive and you would've been the one who saved him.

“you're acting strange…”

shinjiro wanted to know more. he wanted to know why he wasn't allowed to leave. clearly, something was going on. but you didn't seem ready to tell him, so he didn't ask.

“just today, got it? akihiko is going to kill me, if he finds out i let you skip school…”

shinjiro chuckled and rolled his eyes, only for you to quickly smack his arm and glare at him with tears in your eyes.

“don't even joke about that–!”

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you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't rest until october fourth and the dark hour were over. yet here you were, having fallen asleep in shinjiro's room. or rather, you just woke up after having dozed off.

shinjiro and you had been watching movies in his room all day, but somewhere along it you must've fallen asleep. it was close to midnight now, but when you looked around the room, rubbing your eyes sleepily, shinjiro was nowhere to be found.

you panicked, quickly jumping up and running downstairs. despite crying out his name and knocking on every door, you couldn't find him. shinjiro had left the building. and there was only one place he could be…

when you got there, things had planned out just like they did the first time around. shinjiro's lifeless body was laying in the ground, with holes in his chest. akihiko and ken were both by his side, crying. despite having gotten another chance, you had failed. shinjiro died again, because you couldn't prevent it!

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, but there were no signs left of that anymore. it was as if last night had never happened. as if this was the first time it was october fourth.

“let's go on a trip! just the two of us~!”

you had met shinjiro in the hallway. unlike the last time, you weren't crying when you saw him. instead, there was a bright smile on your lips, as you tried to look completely carefree.

“you do realize you have to go to school, right?”

shinjiro was clearly perplexed by your request, but you were very keen on going on that trip with him. after all, if you could keep him out of town, he wouldn't die. you could save him this time!

“pretty please! i'm never asking you for anything, so just do me this one favour!”

“you ask me for things all the time!”

shinjiro groaned, but when you wouldn't give up, he finally sighed and agreed to it.

“fine, but you'll take the blame if we get in trouble with akihiko or mitsuru because of this...”

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shinjiro and you never made it out of town. shortly after you bought your train tickets, all train rides got canceled. you remained at the train station, hoping that you could still take a later train out of town. but it seemed like some high power wanted to prevent you from leaving this place.

“we should just go home… it's getting late and we're already in enough trouble, if akihiko and mitsuru found out we skipped school…”

shinjiro got up from the bench inside the train station. it was already dark outside and barely anyone was around anymore. everyone had given up, except for the two of you.

“n-no, just… five more minutes, please!”

you were desperate to leave. you couldn't admit that this had all been for nothing. and just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, a familiar voice rung out.

“if it isn't my two favorite S.E.E.S. members~!”

you would recognize his voice anywhere: takaya sakaki, the man that had killed shinjiro.

“get behind me!”

shinjiro protectively stepped in front of you, as he recognized takaya. you were frozen in shock, unable to say or do anything. you could only watch, as takaya pulled out his gun. and once again, he shot shinjiro.

“n-no… this wasn't supposed to happen…”

shinjiro laid in front of you once more, completely lifeless. you couldn't move. even when takaya had shot him, you could only stand frozen in shock and watch. he didn't even bother to shoot you too. as if he knew you wouldn't even try to fight back. as if you couldn't fight back.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you couldn't even remember how you got back to the dorms. or perhaps, you never did. last night hadn't happened, after all.

“you want to do… what?”

“run away with me, please–!”

the trains wouldn't work, so perhaps if you simply ran away with shinjiro, you could get him out of town. you could keep him away from takaya and make sure he survived the day.

“you're being weird…”

shinjiro didn't even take you seriously. he simply rolled his eyes and turned away. but you wouldn't give up that easily.

“i know that i sound insane… but you need to trust me. please, i– i need to leave town–!”

you clung to shinjiro's sleeve, preventing the boy from leaving. shinjiro turned around, quietly staring at you. eventually, he sighed softly.

“grab your things, we're leaving in twenty minutes!”

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shinjiro and you had been walking all day. the trains had once again all been canceled. you could barely feel your feet anymore, but you continued to walk. you were on the edge of town and the sun had just begun to sink. only a few more hours and you'd be safe! shinjiro would be safe…

“aren't you tired?”

shinjiro was clearly exhausted himself, but he didn't want to complain. he still didn't know why you were leaving town, but he knew things were serious. you wouldn't have begged him to come with you otherwise.

“i-i'm fine…!”

you didn't want shinjiro to notice how exhausted you were. he shouldn't have to worry about you. he was the one in danger, afterall. not you.

“you're lying!”

shinjiro sighed and stopped.

“you haven't eaten all day. please, let me buy you something. i don't want you to collapse!”

your eyes wandered towards the sky. the sun was still barely visible on the horizon, yet the moon already loomed over it. almost as if to remind you that time was running out soon.

“f-fine, i think we can take a small break!”

shinjiro smiled softly and nodded.

“wait here, i'll buy us something!”

on the other side of the road was a small bakery. surely, the two of you could buy something there, that you could eat while walking.

“do you want a bun with bean paste or–”

shinjiro turned around, glancing over his shoulder and calling out to you, as he crossed the street. but in that short moment he didn't look, a car came rushing towards him. you could barely even register what was happening, before shinjiro's lifeless body laid in front of you once more.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you hadn't returned to the dorms last night, yet here you were again, waking up in your own bed.

outside of your door, you could hear shinjiro yell at you to wake up and get out of your room. he was still alive. but you knew it wouldn't be for much longer. sometime during october fourth, he'd die. whether takaya killed him or something else. shinjiro aragaki was destined to die. you knew he would die from the start. so why were you crying now? you should've always known this is how things would end. that you couldn't save him.

“hey… why are you crying?”

shinjiro had entered your room without you even noticing. he quickly walked up to your bed and pulled you into a tight hug. but you couldn't even reply or react to him. you felt so numb after everything that happened those last few days.

“if you're not ready to tell me… then i won't force you!” shinjiro quietly whispered. “but just know, that i'm here for you. i want to help you, even if it's just by distracting you with some movies and ice cream…”

you softly nodded. perhaps, it would be okay to just watch movies for a day. perhaps you didn't have to try to save shinjiro. he was destined to die, but he still returned to you every time. so would it be that bad to just enjoy the time you had with him…?

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. the morning after that, it was the fourth of october as well. and the mornings after that, it was the fourth of october too. every day was the fourth of october.

shinjiro died every day. but in a way, he never did. you gave up on trying to save him a few october fourth's ago. why should you waste your time trying to delay the inevitable, when instead you could spend your days with shinjiro? the two of you had went to eat ice cream, watched every movie in cinemas, played laser tag, went to the arcade and did everything this town had to offer! you were happy! right…? you don't actually want to let him go, do you? isn't this exactly the life you wanted to live? by shinjiro's side? so why were you slowly starting to have doubts…?

“are you happy?”

shinjiro's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“are you happy with this life we are living?”

you suddenly began to feel uneasy.

where was this coming from?

“what are you talking about, shinj~?”

you tried to smile, but it looked forced. this wasn't a genuine smile. you couldn't even fool yourself.

“i think it's time you let go of me…”

shinjiro gently reached his hand out towards you, but you flinched and pulled away from him. he wasn't supposed to say that! he wasn't supposed to question anything. he was supposed to be happy! YOU were supposed to be happy!

“i wanted to make this easier for you. i wanted you to make some more memories with me, but i think we are running out of time…”

you began to tear up. you tried so hard to keep that fake smile on your lips and to keep your eyes dry. but you couldn't act like you were okay any longer.

“i don't want to lose you, shinjiro… not again.”

“i wish i could stay with you, but i don't think i have a choice…”

shinjiro reached out his hand towards you once more. this time you allowed him to take your hand. he gently held it and smiled at you softly as he spoke.

“you know what happens tonight, right?”

you nodded quietly.

“i'll die once more during the dark hour. but this time, it'll be my last time. after that, you'll have to manage without me…”

shinjiro hated the thought of leaving you behind. but he trusted you and the other members of S.E.E.S. to take care of yourselves. akihiko and mitsuru would be there to comfort you, when he wouldn't be able to do it anymore.

“i don't want to let you die, shinjiro…”

you firmly squeezed his hand, wanting to hold on to him for as long as you still could.

“but… i'm glad i had at least a bit more time with you. the time i spent with you was the happiest of my life…”

shinjiro smiled and nodded softly.

“mine too…”

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when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you that night, you knew he wouldn't return to you anymore. that the two of you had used up all the time that was left. but that time had eventually run out.

all the members of S.E.E.S. were by your side that night. while you had felt so utterly alone the previous nights, there was a strange sense of comfort, knowing that you weren't the only one grieving. everyone felt the same way as you. they were all grieving the loss of their friend and teammate. but perhaps in grieving together, you could help make things easier for each other…

when you returned to the dorms that night, it was completely quiet. there were no more tears left to cry. you fell into bed, still wearing your school uniform. perhaps if you'd wake up, things would start all over again. though you weren't sure if this was what you even wanted anymore.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fifth of october.

[buckgasms]

Hi! So I'm still new to requesting. Normally i talk myself out of it because I don't wanna upset anyone or get harshly rejected but I really like your stories and they often help with my stress and anxiety. Anyways, if you are still taking requests but if not it's totally okay. I was wondering if you happen to either have something already written or be able to write my idea? Again it's totally okay if you don't want to.

Basically my idea is a Mafia X Alpha Bucky thing where he's really stressed and ends up snapping at reader olny to realise she was just wanting his attention and to show him the improved nest she made. I'd love to see what you come up with but please feel free to ignore me if you don't want too or if you aren't taking requests at the present moment. Bonus points if it's a little spicy or as much spicy as you want at the end.

💞 Baby angel 💞 thank you so much for sending me this request, I frickin love it! You are always welcome to send things my way!! Thank you for your kind words, it means the world to me 🫶🏻

I hope this is what you wanted ☺️ also there will always be spice here 🌶️

You let out a little giggle of happiness when you placed the final blanket in your newly decorated nest. It was perfect in every way.

There was just enough room to fit you and Bucky, but a little tight so you had the excuse of smooshing right up next to him. The pillows were squishy, the blankets soft. You sneaked in a few of Bucky's old workout t-shirts so his scent was ever present, even if he was at work. Your teddy sat in the corner, which again was scented with your alpha and you'd even managed to install a little canopy over the bed so when you got in you felt so safe and protected.

Letting out another joyful giggle you gave your teddy a kiss before heading off to Bucky's office to bring him to you. You had texted him a few times but he hadn't responded. So the only thing to do was go and get him!

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His heady sandalwood scent was emanating from his office, as was his voice which was raised, telling someone off for something. It didn't really bother you. You were carried onward, knowing he always had time for you. If anything his dominance made you feel even more happy, knowing you had the best alpha ever.

You entered his office, which was packed with his associates, all chatting about some job or other that was about to go down. You waved at Steve and Sam, but ignored everyone else and slipped through the room towards your alpha.

He glanced up at you in surprise, gave a quick smile then returned to the conversation he was having. Your omega within bristled at the lack of acknowledgment, so you pushed his shoulder and tried to take your usual place on his lap.

He actually had the nerve to tut a little as he adjusted you to let himself keep talking. When there was a pause you nudged his scent mark with your nose and whispered, "Alpha... I need you to come with me and see something really important..." You pulled at his jacket and pressed a little kiss to his neck.

"Baby I'm busy at the minute" he said and you pouted. "So? You said whenever..." But he cut you off and made you stand up, standing with you and towering over you. "Not a good time ok?" And he even had the nerve to duck walk you back to the door. "Later ok?"

You pushed his hands off you and glared at him, tears welling in your eyes. "No! Don't bother, you've ruined it now! Was gonna show you our special new nest" you sniffled as his face fell a little. "You're not allowed in! Hope your stupid job goes terrible" you sob before running off.

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You were curled up, your tear stained face pressed into your teddy, all alone in your lovely nest. You had wanted to tear it to bits, but it looked so pretty you didn't have the heart.

It had been ages since you had yelled at Bucky and he hadn't appeared, which had made you even more upset. He'd never brushed you off like that, and you'd never shouted at your alpha before. But he was completely in the wrong. He'd always had time for you, so unless it was life or death, he had no excuses.

Eventually the bedroom door clicked open and you watched him walk in, head bowed in shame. You didn't say anything, just blinking big tears from your eyes.

"Oh omega... It's beautiful" he sighed as he walked over to the bed. His heavenly scent soothed your nerves, even though you were still super mad. He went to sit on the bed but you shook your head.

"Told you.. not allowed in" you mumbled as you prodded him with your foot. His shoulders sagged before he knelt down on the floor instead and put his face level with yours.

"Y'know, I've had a terrible day omega. We did the deal, it went well. Even got more than I wanted. Couldn't have gone better. But all I could think of was my pretty omega being upset with me. Because I'm a giant asshole."

You smiled a little, reaching out to stroke his handsome face. He held your fingers to his cheek before pressing a kiss to your fingertips.

"And look what my omega did for me hmm? Made a pretty nest for us to snuggle up in, smells so good and everything..."

A little tear dripped from your lashes as he spoke, your omega instinct desperate to reach out, drag him in and comfort him. But you didn't move just yet. He had to make it up to you.

"You were so mean Alpha" you sniffed and wiped some tears away before he tutted and leaned in a little closer.

"Baby I'm so sorry" he whispered, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks and stroking your hair. "Promise I'll never do that again, you always come first omega, I swear..."

His lips had traveled down to your neck, pressing at his claim and soothing you from within, until you couldn't resist him any more. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to lay on top of you, before his lips claimed yours in a deep, hungry kiss.

He peppered your face with kisses, interspersed with apologies and telling you how pretty and perfect you were. You whispered out a forgiveness and told him to never, ever do that again.

He chuckled as you whined when you couldn't get your hands on him properly so he sat up, pulling his suit off piece by piece. Deciding that was far too slow, you untangled yourself from blankets and tugged at his shirt and tie while he kicked off his trousers.

You were already wearing a skimpy silk pyjama set that seemed to have melted off by the time he was back in your arms. You purred as his warm skin pressed against yours, relishing in his touch over every part of you. "Alpha" you whispered as he returned to kissing you, this time his lips traveling further down your body, lavishing attention to your breasts, your tummy and thighs.

"Gonna make it up to you omega, I swear... Make you feel so good..." He growled as his hands roamed your body, lips sucking bruises on your sensitive inner thigh. He kissed his way back up to your lips, your hands sinking into his thick hair, hips unable to stop grinding against his cock as he teased you.

"Present for me pretty omega" he muttered and you whimpered as you rolled around burying your face in the blankets as you pressed your heat back against his body. His thick fingers probed at your soaked heat, slick already running down your legs.

"This all for me?" He said as he curled a digit making you cry out. "Yes alpha...please??" you begged as he hummed in pleasure. He worked your body just with his hands, reaching under you to squeeze your nipples, as he dragged you to a quick, powerful orgasm.

"Good girl" he said as he pressed kisses to the back of your shaking thighs, before pushing you onto your back and lining up his cock. "Gonna take my knot baby? Wanna be filled up like a good little omega?" He sunk in before you could answer, leaving you to gasp out something unintelligible.

Your grip on the blanket below was like a vice, until he locked his fingers with yours and dragged them above your head. He claimed your lips again, biting and sucking at your swollen lips. His hips would snap against you, then suddenly you were tortured with slow drags, before he fucked you deeper than you thought possible.

"Alpha...alpha..I need it...need you..more..." You panted as he growled in pleasure. "Fuck 'mega, squeezing me so tight. Think you can manage my knot? Will it fit in that tight little hole?" You sobbed at the idea of him taking it away, even though you both knew you could, you would.

"Can alpha, want it...please" you begged again as his pace increased. You could feel his knot begin to swell as he released your hands to attack your clit. "You gotta come baby, then you can have it. Told ya, you come first angel..."

Your body went taut and a long groan leaves your body as you come, followed quickly by Bucky. The sensation of his knot filling you making your body shiver with overwhelming pleasure as his teeth scrape at your scent mark, over his previous claim to you.

He leaves you trapped on his knot as he rolls over, your trembling, satisfied body laid on his. You nuzzle into his neck as he drags one of the many fuzzy blankets over the two of you.

"Am I forgiven Omega?" He says, and when you look at him you can't believe how innocent and vulnerable he looks. The biggest mob boss in the city, and the biggest alpha is giving you puppy dog eyes!

You giggle and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. "Yes alpha... Always."

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁! 𝐈𝐈

Pt 1 Pt 3

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: This is part 2 of 'He is not!'

Warnings: Smut x2 🫢, angst, fluff, slight argument

Notes: This may not make too much sense because it's jumping a lot. Also I got a bit carried away eheh. Always struggling with pt 2 of stories but loved writing pt 1 so I gave it a shot! And thank you for all the love on part 1, really thankful! xx

You were sat on the couch once again, but this time it was so much worse than this very morning.

Jack was yet again rambling but now you had done something, in his eyes very wrong and you couldn't really defend yourself. You'd tried but it wasn't very popular with your brother when your argument was that Mason was hot.

You swore you could see his eyes darken when you tried to reason with him that he was a good fuck and after that you'd just kept quite knowing it would be for the best.

"You promised!" he close to shouted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch you had slumped down into after he'd ushered you home from the club. You could still feel the remainants of alcohol in your blood even though you began to sober up and had been for the past couple of hours.

"Well I didn't fucking know he was in England! I was just happy I'd found a hottie who wasn't in City" you mumbled quietly

"Y/n" Jack whined, running his hands over his face.

He was done rambling now, never being able to keep angry at you for too long but sadly enough disappointment seemed to take longer to vanish. "Couldn't you've asked him?" he sighed out, sitting down in the love seat opposite you.

"What was I supposed to ask huh? Like hi i'm y/n you're really hot and I want to fuck you but firstly, are you possibly teammate with my brother?"

"That's one idea" he muttered, knowing it wasn't something you naturally asked someone but you still broke your promise and he would keep you to that for a long long time.

"It's not jack! I'm really sorry okay, I didn't mean to break my promise" you sighed, leaning your head back. You where really tired, it was late as hell, you'd been up early, you'd watched a very shaking game, you'd dranken a lil too much plus a good fuck on that, exhausting was a light word.

Jack sighed, looking at you with his deep brown eyes and a serious expression "Okay, okay just promise me that you wont do it again"

You closed your eyes, not wanting to promise that.

"Y/n" Jack glared at you in warning "no Jack, please"

"What, no no no. Never again" he argued, standing up again looking pissed.

"I'm not gonna promise that" you said lowly, refusing to meet his eyes. "What y/n! It was just a one-night stand, right?"

Your eyes fleeted around the floor trying to look at anything but him. "Yeah?" Realization dawned upon him and his eyes narrowed "He's already contacted you hasn't he?" he spoke darkly making you wince "What would you do if I said yes?"

"Show me!" he barked making you jump, snatching your phone tight in your hand. "Not a chance!"

"Y/N!"

"NO! He just said... that he... that he had a good time and wondered if I wanted to see him again sometime"

"And you of course said no"

"Uh... no?" you winced again, his look killing you.

"You've already said yes" he deadpanned, throwing his head back in absolute annoyance.

"Yeah" "Ah fuck you! And fuck Mason!" he grunted out, gesturing with his hand in the air.

"Come on Jack, it's already happened so the promise is already broken" you sighed "What's once or twice more?" He didn't answer your question but sighed instead, resting his eyes heavily on you

"Y/n If you see him again you're gonna make me really disappointed" he said lowly before gathering his stuff and walking out the door, probably going back to the club to find a shag. You heard him shut the door harshly behind him, leaving you groaning on the couch.

A week had gone and Jack had been in a little better mood since that day but he was still not as regular with you. It was strained and you hated yourself for betraying him like he felt you did.

Today you'd followed him to his England training, he was really reluctant to let you but when Mason mentioned he couldn't train with the squad because of a sore ankle he had said okay.

What he didn't know was that Mason still would be there, smirking at you as you walked past. He had been texting you all week, even calling a few times to just chat. Obsessing over you. (In a good way, not a perv/stalker way, just had to clear that up)

The training was a couple of hours but you loved watching them. They had a lot of fun and it was a good change from watching the serious games when it was die or survive.

You had only sat in the stand for about half an hour when Mason texted you.

You grinned at your phone before sneaking off, sending a text to Jack just in case he would see you not there to let him know you had gone to greet the staff and get something to eat. But in reality you where hurrying into the building and around the corner.

Mason stood with a huge grin on his face, leaning against the wall waiting for you.

He didn't even say hi before gripping your arm and pulling you into some type of closet or equipment room.

He immediately towered over you with a soft grin, his hand resting on your chin.

"We really shouldn't" you sighed, tilting your head up to look at him. he was standing so close you could kiss him if you wanted to but you restrained yourself, Jack's voice repeating in the back of your mind.

"I really couldn't care less about Jack right now" he breathed, his breath fanning your face, eyes literally boring into yours. It was impossible to resist him, to resist his gorgeous eyes and inviting lips. Something just dragged you towards him. "I should care... but I don't right now" you sighed before closing the space between your lips, attacking his with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. He met you with the same hunger, lips bruising as your tongues fought for dominance.

He pushed you against the door of the small room. A moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Both of your clothes were gripped, desperate hands grasping the items of fabric off, desperate to feel what was underneath. Your shirt was pulled up over your breasts, your bra pulled down enough so he could grasp at them without any fabric in the way.

Your jeans were gone just as his shirt, his jeans undone showing his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers were over your panties, rubbing your clit the best he could through the material. The touch made you whine, the lacy material causing even more friction against your sensitive nub sending your mind into mush.

"You like that huh? Can feel you soaking through" he whispered huskily against the shell of your ear causing a shiver through your body.

Your teeth chewed through your lip, trying to keep sane as he pushed his hand inside your panties.

He properly teased you, flicking one finger in and out of you, his thumb rubbing over your clit and back up over your thigh and stomach, creating a pattern to drive you crazy.

"Okay, okay" you breathed, reaching for his hand to stop his movements. He got what you signaled and stopped his fingers instead lifting you up by your thighs, pushing your back against the door further so that you were in the same height. Your arms tangled around his neck for support as he quickly swiped your underwear to the side and pushed his hips forward, teasing your slit with his tip. Anticipation coursed through your body, making you needy for him to just fuck you but Mason was a tease, and it obviously didn't matter if it was in a public restroom, an open cupboard or a bed.

Finally, finally you felt him slowly push into you, your eyes fell close as deep breaths escaped from your mouth. Your neck craned itself, resting against the door as he bottomed out inside of you.

You wanted to look at him so badly but it was hard as he began to move, instead you marveled in the small sounds he let out. Small huffs of air and small breathy moans left his lips whenever you pushed back onto him or clenched around him.

His hands were gripping you hard, nailing into your flesh as he pounded into you. It felt so much better sober, you could feel his every movement and ravel in it with a clear head. Your back hurt with every thrust as you were slammed up and into the door but it only made the whole thing better. His mouth was leaving sloppy kisses up your neck, nipping and licking over your exposed skin.

"Fuck" he mumbled into your neck as you squeezed around him again, "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" he breathed out.

You forced your eyes open only to see him looking at you. His lips where slightly parted and eyes shiny. He looked proper fucked and it made you grin, your hand coming up to his cheek to stroke over his scruff as he continued to pound into you. "Do it, cum for me" you whispered against his mouth. You loved the way his eyes closed momentarily, a deep breath coming out of his mouth before he started to move even harder against you, letting himself go and search for his release.

You reached down to rub your clit as you sensed he was close. Mason loved when you did that, his eyes moving back and forth from your eyes to where you were connected, watching your face contort in pleasure and your fingers brushing over yourself.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer, groaning as he came inside of you, letting himself ride out his high before slowly pulling out.

You were breathing hard, looking into his brown eyes as he kissed you slowly, sensually, intertwining his tongue with yours. We was still holding you up against the door with determination.

He searched your eyes but you weren't sure for what as he slapped your hand away that was still absentmindedly rubbing circles over your clit, replacing it with his own fingers.

You gasped at the contact, his fingers being much rougher and picking up the speed immediately, feeling much better than your own.

"Mason" you breathed out, eyes closing again "it's okay, you don't have to" you tried but he huffed out a 'no'

"If you don't want me to, tell me to stop but if not i'm not gonna let you go without making you cum."

You moaned at his words feeling the high almost snapping already. It was not like you had been far from coming before and now you where tethering over that delicious edge.

"I-I'm gonna" you tried to warn him but he already knew, watching your face and hearing your whining sounds. "I know, I know, It's okay, cum" he murmured against your jaw loving the look on your face as you let go, squirming in his hold.

Once you'd come down from your high he helped you down on your feet, both of you cleaning up as much as possible before zipping up and straightening clothing.

Masons lips were on you all the time, not wanting to let go, desperate to feel the taste and softness of your lips.

"I have to get back" you said lowly, brushing away the hair in his eyes. "Do you really?" he asked with a whine making you chuckle "I do Mason"

"Can I see you again?" he asked desperately, eyes staring into yours with need.

And just like that Jack popped into your head, a tinge of guilt settling in your stomach as you nodded slowly. "I guess" you murmured, not convinced but Mason seemed to be satisfied with that answer, kissing your lips once more "I will text you" he smiled before leaving the small room.

The guilt only grew as you slipped into the bathroom to clean up properly before grabbing something from the cafeteria and settling in the stands again. Meeting Jack's worried look turn into recognition as you waved the coffee and sandwich at him, feeling like crying at his smile.

"Bro"

Jack ignored his shout, looking the other way while walking onto the pitch, already in a sucky mood after ignoring you that morning, hating to argue and not be close.

"Bro come on can we at least talk about it?" Mason tried, jogging to catch up with his long strides.

"No Mason, don't talk to me" Jack gruffed, speeding up even more but Mason had no problems catching up while running.

"Please"

"Mason just fuck off!" he grunted out, making heads turn as they where close to the others by now.

"No I want to talk to you about this" Mason huffed stubbornly, not expecting Jack to fly around, aggressively bumping into him with force.

"I said fuck off" he grumbled warningly.

"Hey hey hey, what's going on?" John stepped in, holding a hand on each of their shoulders to separate them.

Either of them answering, Mason looked down while Jack stared daggers at him.

"What is going on?" John repeated, not asking this time.

"What is going on is that Mason here is fucking my little sister!" Jack close to shouted, all heads turning to them now.

"y/n?" John asked in confusion, Jack only getting more annoyed "Yes y/n!"

"Bro what the fuck" Kyle stepped in, looking at Mason. "You fucked y/n?"

"I didn't even know he had a sister called y/n!" Mason defended, he unlike John and Kyle didn't share the club with Jack meaning they didn't meet that often and he didn't know him as good.

"I didn't even know who she was" Mason sighed, tired of it.

"When was this?"

"At the club after the City/Chelsea game, she was there. I met her first at the stadium then again at the club and we fu-hooked up in the bathroom. I just knew her name, I didn't know she was Jack's sister" he sighed dropping his head. Kyle nodded, understanding the situation. "Jack, listen to him. He didn't know" "I don't give a fuck, if he hadn't been with her again maybe I could have thought about it but now no" "You slept with her again?" Kyle sighed, John just stood quite beside them, letting Kyle sort it out, he was better at it.

"Uh-yeah"

"Man what the fuck" Kyle groaned "Why would you do that, I get you didn't know who she was the first time but surely you must've the second time"

"He did, I saw them both after the first time" Jack grumbled, glaring murderer still.

"I did"

"So why again? You know the rule bro"

"I-I don't know, She-I" Mason stuttered, not knowing how to phrase it for Jack's ears. "She is just really intriguing okay?! I needed to check in on her after or... hookup and then we just kept on texting"

"When was the second time?" Jack groaned, not liking to hear about it at all. "When she came for training" Mason mumbled, looking down on the ground. "Fucking shit" Jack grunted "You fucked her in a fucking closet or something?"

Mason winced, giving the answer away. "Fucking shit" Jack repeated, glaring hard.

"Bro" Kyle sighed, closing his eyes like if he was dealing with two fighting children. "I get you okay, I do I would be pissed too if he slept with my sister but you gotta keep it civil at training" Kyle stated calmly.

"Ah fuck of Kyle" Jack scoffed, moving away from the group to continue with their training instead, fed up by Mason and the whole situation.

Mason felt defeated, he didn't know what he could do or say to make Jack talk to him.

You where sneaking.

You'd never sneaked with something in front of Jack before but you convinced yourself that you would hurt him more if you told him straight to his face that you were sleeping with Mason. Deep down you knew you hurt him even more by sneaking around and risking he found out about it but you couldn't stand to see the pain you would have to cause him face to face.

"Where are you going?" Jack huffed from the couch making you stop dead in your track, your brain racking for some excuse but nothing came to mind.

"y/n?"

"Uh-I'm going out..."

He raised his eyes from the tv to look at you with furrowed eyes "What's the matter with you?" he chuckled, studying your nervous stance.

You could see the exact second the penny dropped, his smile disappearing and eyes narrowing

"no"

"I'm sorry okay!?" you exclaimed, not being able to take the disappointment in his eyes as he rested his heavy look on you. "Why, just why. You know I don't want you to be with my teammates because it will stir things around in the team. How could I go there and act like nothing happened when I know he's been fucking my little sister." "I understand you, I do but just... why is it such a big deal?"

"Because!" Jack almost shouted out, frustration tearing on his every part of being.

"Because I know how he is! I know how they all are! Searching around for quick fucks, arseholes! All of them ar arseholes!"

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your mouth at his outburst.

"I know that Jack. Come on, I know you and you are just like them but I am an adult, I promise I can care for myself. That first time I was just searching for a quick fuck and forget but then he reached out to see me again." "Don't trust him y/n, it doesn't matter if he texted you to see you again that's probably just because you were a good fuck.... oh my gosh I can't believe I just said that about my baby sister" Jack cried, rubbing his face with his hands.

You couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out from your mouth at his dramatics, patting his leg in a try to reassure him. "I can take care of myself Jack, I'm sorry that I fucked your teammate... twice but I can take care of myself. It's not like I'm in love with the bloke"

"I don't know y/n..." he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child making you sigh at him, rolling your eyes which made him sigh too, giving up this argument. "Okay okay, you do you but please, I'm warning you now and I'm not about to pick up the pieces when he does what he always does"

"It's not gonna happen Jack"

"we'll see" he huffed, standing up and striding to his room. You collapsed back on the couch, you hated arguing with him, hated making him disappointed. You felt your heart drop as you heard his door slam shut and the lock turn, he only locked when he was seriously mad.

"I'm sorry Jack" you sighed for yourself before grabbing your wallet and exiting the house.

It wasn't long to Mason's hotel, maybe it was a little too close you thought as you stepped into the elevator up to his room floor.

You were excited to see him again but you couldn't shake off Jack's disappointed look and his pleas for you to not see him anymore. But as previously all those thoughts flew away as Mason swung the door open, meeting you with his charismatic smile as he gestured you into the room.

"I didn't think you would show up" "I'm sorry, I got into this whole thing with Jack" You sighed, slumping down on the couch with a grimace. "Oh, sorry" he mumbled, looking almost timid by the way he watched you.

You waved it off observing him as he walked closer to you "Don't worry bout it he is just dramatic" you smiled a small pang of guilt settling in your chest as you uttered the words. You knew how he felt about this yet here you were, in the middle of the night in Mason's hotel room for a booty call.

"He is really not okay with this huh?" You sighed, looking into his eyes "No, not really"

He looked down on the floor, guilt settling in him too. Jack was a good friend and it was well known that relatives was off market but he hadn't known who you where that first day and then he was hooked, obsessed with the way you felt, not having it in hm to stop whatever this was.

"But let's not think about him now huh?" You smiled at him, reaching out for him as he stopped right in front of you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"No? So what do you want to think about?"

"Hmm" you teased, feigning thinking over the question.

Your fingers tangled together behind his neck, bringing his mouth down to yours. You let your lips faintly brush over his in a teasing manner, locking eyes with his. "Your dick?"

Mason groaned quietly at your answer, a smirk taking over your face. His lips melted into you fully this time, taking control and dominating the kiss despite your tries to put up a fight.

You were pretty desperate to get to the point, wanting to forget all rational thoughts and just get lost in pleasure but Mason stopped you before you could unbutton his pants.

"No way we are doing this in the couch when we for the first time have the chance to do it for real, in a comfortable bed"

You giggled at him, pushing him off of you and standing up. "Okay then"

You sprinted to the bed, Mason close behind you before jumping into it in a fit of giggles.

Mason quickly moved over you, hovering over your face with a foolish grin, hand coming to wipe your hair away from your eyes before meeting your lips hungrily, desperate to have you for real this time. Be able to take his sweet time and love your body for real, not just fucking you quickly and messily in a club bathroom or a closet at the training ground.

"You are so so beautiful" he whispered, mouth ghosting over your lips and down your neck, your body craning back to give him more access. His lips ghosted over your ear and down to your mouth again.

"I know you said you wanted to take your time but is that really necessary?" You whined, bucking your body upwards to get in contact with him.

Mason chuckled at you, pursing his lips "It is"

You couldn't help but whine, feeling the need to get some type of relief. "It's fine" he chuckled, sliding his hands up under your shirt to grasp at your boobs. Softly squeezing them over the material.

"Just fucking take it off" you grunted annoyed, pushing him up so you could sit before ripping the shirt of your body prompting him to do the same.

You almost salivated at his naked torso, flipping him around whilst he was focusing on tossing his shirt away, catching him off guard. If he was gonna take his time you would at least be in charge, not be the one getting teased but being the one teasing.

You moved down slightly, straddling his thighs as you slowly licked a stripe up his torso over his chest. His breathing caught in his throat, eyes closing as you littered small sensual kisses all over his chest, teasingly going lower before abandoning and working upwards again.

When you teasingly licked a stripe from the edge of his jeans up his navel he grunted, painfully hard at your ministrations.

"Okay stop it now, I get your point" he breathed, trying to reach for you.

You giggled against his skin, kissing up his body until your lips met his again.

"It was you who wanted us to take our time so that's what i'm doing love"

"Okay okay but I was wrong, let's just get to it" he rushed out, a light bubble of laughter escaping your mouth. "Aww"

You grinned before moving down again. Licking teasingly over his navel and down his small happy trail whilst you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Helping him out of them.

A sigh of relief left his mouth as he was freed from his jeans but he was still straining in his boxers as you teasingly trailed your fingers under his boxer band.

"Stop fucking teasing!" he grunted, sitting up and taking off his jeans and boxers as you chuckled at his impatience.

You leant down, looking up at him teasingly through your lashes as you licked a stripe up his dick. You slowly and teasingly licked his tip, kissing down the base before licking your way up again.

He could almost not contain himself, his erection only getting harder and harder at your teasing movements.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep going" he gruffed out between his teeth his hips moving on their own accord. You finally took pity on him, taking him in your mouth for real, bobbing your head and sucking at his tip.

"Y/n y/n, stop stop" he panted out, clawing at your hair to get you off his dick.

You grinned at him as you released him with a pop, kissing up his chest before meeting his mouth in a needy kiss.

Mason huffed as you moved back from his lips, moving you around in a swift movement, hovering over your face.

He mirrored your previous teasing, kissing down your body, stopping at your breasts to lick and suck over them. Your eyes struggled to stay open, you teeth desperately trying to keep your soft sounds in.

Soon your jeans and underwear where discarded and he was teasing one finger through your folds, teasing your hole before softly dragging them over your clit.

"Just fuck me Mase" you whined, bucking your hips up to prove your point further, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he moved up to your face again.

"Hm that's what you want?

"Yes Mase" you said lowly, rubbing your thumb over his scruff. He looked at you patiently, waiting for something more and you knew exactly what. Your eyes rolled as you clicked your tongue

"Please Mase" you muttered, slight sarcasm to your voice but Mason didn't care just narrowed his eyes at you before directing his tip to your entrance.

He didn't do anything else though, just teasing his tip at your entrance, rubbing it over your clit. His hands came to your hips as you tried to buck up to him, holding you still.

"Mason" you groaned, looking at him with a glare but that only got him to chuckle at you.

Instead of giving you what you wanted he started to tease you with his fingers again but this time he actually did something. Slowly pushing your walls apart he slid two of his fingers inside of you. Slowly moving them among your walls before hooking them to press on that perfect spot against your wall. Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted

"Yes Mase, keep doing that, keep going" you murmured, ignoring his smirk as he made you feel good.

He didn't do what you said though, stopping only a few moments later to your annoyance but this time he was done teasing, again running his dick against your sex but only for a few seconds before he slowly pushed into you.

The stretch was delicious, making your eyes shut close and breathing get heavier.

"Fuck" Mason grunted as he bottomed out "you just feel better every fucking time we do this"

You snickered at his comment, rubbing his chin lovingly as he slowly started to move, loving the way you pushed back against him every time.

He stuck to his words, taking his time. There were no desperate pounding, no messily sloppily quick fuck. He was slow in his movements, savoring the moment and you didn't mind it. Meeting his slow kisses and slow thrusts, bashing in the feeling of him. His strokes were firm, determined but slow, meeting your hips with an obscene sound.

His hands and mouth were everywhere, teasing your clit, twisting your nipple, stroking your hips, he was everywhere at the same time, overwhelming you with pleasure.

You lost track of time as you rocked together, both so into your own little bubble to think of anything else. Pleasure slowly building until it snapped, slowly dissipating before you came back to reality, your eyes opening to meet his.

-

You didn't wanna stay for long, a tinge of awkwardness settling as you sipped on your coffee, looking at him over your cup.

"I really should go" you said softly, his nod of recognition was pretty cynical as you stood up, placing the mug at the sink before grabbing your things.

"I'll text you" he said lowly, barely looking at you as you moved towards the door. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled at his behavior, like he just a few hours ago hadn't cuddled up to you and told you how amazing you were.

"Bye Mason" you muttered, the whole thing really feeling like goodbye.

"Jack" you tried but he was relentless, pacing with such fury and determination you almost didn't dare look at him.

"How could he?!" he shouted angrily, his hands gesturing like they always did when he was angry.

"It's nothing" you tried but Jack was not giving in.

"What do you mean it's nothing y/n! It's all over the internet"

You sighed, looking down. Things haven't been going that great since you spent the night at his hotel. He had texted you to say sorry for his behavior the morning after and you'd started texting just like before. But then only a few days later there had been tabloids everywhere of him with some girl.

"Have you seen the pictures?" he asked, his voice lowering as he saw your face. It wasn't like you'd fallen head over heels for him but it still stung, it really stung.

"No"

"Ugh" he groaned "I said this was gonna happen, didn't I?" he sighed, sitting down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his shoulder whilst his rested on yours.

"You did" you said lowly

"But you also said you wouldn't be here when it did"

"I know" he sighed, kissing the top of your head. "But I lied, I will always be here, regardless of what I say" he said softly, making you smile.

"Thank you"

[captainsophiestark]

No Way To Know For Sure Part 2

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Also written for @ghostofskywalker as a part 2 to the fic you let me adopt a while ago! I've had this in my drafts since all that AI stuff and I'm happy to have rediscovered and finished it 😄 Hope you like it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Now that you've decided to move to LA with Daniel, there's a few loose ends left to tie up in New York.

Word Count: 2,174

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I sighed dramatically as I sared straight ahead out the window, watching all the people bustling around the streets and the familiar, giant buildings hovering over them. I'd been gone for some time now, but New York hadn't changed.

Jarvis, currently in the driver's seat of the car, was positively buzzing, and I could tell he was struggling not to say anything. Even the great city of New York couldn't keep me distracted from all the ridiculous energy he was projecting.

"Alright, Mr. Jarvis, spit it out," I said, at last turning from the window to look at my friend. He glanced at me, lips pursed tight to try and hold back a smile before he had to turn his gaze back to the road.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I must admit, I'm rather excited. Since Mr. Stark has been spending more time in Los Angeles, I've missed seeing all of you here in New York. Having you regularly in Los Angeles as well as Rose and Chief Sousa... well, it will be a delight."

A smile made its way onto my face despite my best effots. I'd wanted Daniel to drive me in to the office this morning to put in my transfer request for the LA office, but he had a meeting with an informant he couldn't move. I hadn't really wanted to resort to Jarvis, only because I knew he wouldn't be able to stay calm about my decision, but now I had to admit I was happy to be here with him.

"It'll be wonderful to get to see more of you too, Mr. Jarvis," I said with a smile. "You, me, Ana, and Daniel should set up a regular double date."

"Oh, that would be lovely!" Jarvis turned to give me a big smile as we at last pulled up in front of the New York SSR. He hopped out and ran around to open my door for me, beating me to the punch of opening it myself, something we'd turned into a bit of a competition. "Ana will be delighted at the idea too, I'm sure."

"Maybe we can even invite Howard," I said, my voice serious even though I was cackling in my head. I got out of the car and stood, smirking at Jarvis' less than enthusiastic expression as I continued. "He can bring along whoever he's brought home with him on any given week."

"That may be the single most horrifying suggestion I've heard in my entire life."

I cackled, clapping Jarvis on the shoulder as I walked past him and towards the entrance to the "telephone company".

"Thanks for the ride! I promise I won't let Howard crash any of our couples' nights, unless he finally gets a girlfriend who sticks around for more than a few weeks."

"At this point in Mr. Stark's life, a few days would be impressive," he called after me. I laughed, then turned back at the door to give Jarvis a smile.

"I'll see you back in LA!"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

I smiled and waved before finally heading through the door and back into the familiar hallways of the New York SSR. Daniel would be picking me up later, after I got everything sorted out for my move, and then who knew when I'd next be back in this place and this city. We had plenty of friends here and the other half of the SSR, so it's not like I'd never see the city again, but for the first time since I'd started working here I had no idea when I'd next be back. I tried not to let it get to me, but stepping into the currently-empty bullpen of the place I'd spent so much time in the last few years drove the knife in a little harder.

I'd intentionally arrived before most of the other agents got here, hoping to avoid a lot of hubub about my transfer request. No matter how nostalgic I felt being here, my decision had been made. I loved Daniel and the life I'd started building with Daniel in LA enough that nothing could make me want to leave it. Not even my favorite pizza place on the way between here and my former apartment.

"Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in."

Of course, I couldn't get away with avoiding Chief Jack Thompson, especially not when I had to turn my transfer request papers in to him. He came striding out of his office, a massive grin on his face as he crossed the bullpen towards me.

"Long time no see, Agent."

"I saw you two weeks ago, Jack."

"Yeah, but in LA. You've been on-loan for a while. I haven't seen you as my agent, in New York, in a long time."

I just rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, enjoy the next half hour then, because as soon as these papers are finalized, I'm officially Daniel's agent."

"Now hold on a minute, I have some serious concerns about you leaving that we need to address before I finalize anything. I mean, is it really appropriate for a chief to be dating one of his own agents? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen if you ask me."

"Jack. You are the one who sent me there, you meddling mother hen, with the exact hope that this would happen. I will literally fight you in the middle of the bullpen if you want to use that against me now."

Jack held up his hands. "Alright, relax. Your transfer's basically already finalized, I just need your signature next to mine. Then you can go run off into the sunset with Sousa and leave the greatest city in the world behind like it's nothing."

"Alright, you went to Ithica for college. At least I'm leaving for another interesting city, even if it's not as good."

"At least we can agree on that last part."

I snorted, but I couldn't totally keep a smile off my face either. Jack and I had actually kind of become friends in the past few months, especially in the wake of Daniel leaving, and I was surprised to find a little ping of sadness in my chest at the thought of leaving him behind with the rest of this city. If you'd told me a few years ago I'd be missing Jack Thompson, I would've laughed in your face.

Jack pulled the transfer papers out of a file on the nearest desk where they'd apparently been waiting for me all morning, setting them down in front of me. In turn, I handed him the papers I'd filled out since I last saw him, then glanced at what was in front of me. True to his word, they only needed my signature to be finalized.

"We're gonna miss you around here," he said, his voice unusually serious. I glanced up to find him holding out a pen to me, a small smile on his face. "Seriously."

"...I'm gonna miss you too, Jack."

We held each other's gaze for a few moments, maybe the first time we'd had a sincere exchange in my entire time working here. Finally, he cleared his throat, looking away as I finally took the pen from his hand.

"Alright, that's enough of that sappy crap. You bring a box to clean out your desk? I don't want to have to waste agency time clearing out whatever garbage you left in there before you went to LA."

"Don't worry, I've got a plan for all my leftover trash and scribbled notes I don't need anymore."

"I don't like the way you said that. What do you-"

"Oh, thank goodness!"

I straightened from signing the documents after finishing the last one to find Peggy coming through the doors into the bullpen, looking slightly more frazzled than usual. She shook her head at me as she approached, dropping her stuff at the base of the desk and putting her hands on her hips.

"I thought I'd missed you. I can't believe you were planning to just duck in and duck out this morning. What were you planning to do if Thompson hadn't called me to tell me when you were coming in? Just leave for Los Angeles without a goodbye?"

"Actually, Daniel and I were planning to invite the two of you to dinner tonight for a real goodbye. I'm just trying to avoid causing a scene in the middle of the bullpen, in the middle of the SSR's workday."

Peggy and Jack both scoffed, the sounds eerily similar. I raised an eyebrow, but Jack leaned in and snatched the papers off my desk before I could comment.

"Alright, I'm gonna go process these since you don't want to hang around here. By the time you're done with your desk, I'll be done with these."

I nodded, watching Jack's back as he headed back into his office. As soon as he disappeared through the doorway, I turned back to Peggy.

"I need you to get him out of his office for, like, five minutes between when I finish cleaning out my desk and when I head out of here. I'm gonna put all the papers and stuff I don't need in his desk."

Peggy grinned. "I'll make sure you have the window of opportunity you need."

"I knew I could count on you."

We snuck a high-five before Jack could notice, then I headed over my desk to start the packing process in earnest. There really wasn't much I needed to get, since I'd brought most of the things I needed with me to LA the first time, but a handful of the things I'd collected found a temporary home in my bag. Even better, the stack of trash I was planning to stick in Jack's office was substantial, and just like Peggy'd promised, she dragged Jack away from his desk long enough to give me just the opening I needed.

I stepped out of his office and back into the bullpen after finishing my mission, and a moment later, Peggy and Jack came around the corner to join me. I smiled at the both of them.

"Desk's been cleared. Papers are done. I think... I'm officially all finished up here."

"You sure I'm not going to find some trash you forgot about when I try to put somebody else at your desk?" Jack asked, hands on his hips. I rolled my eyes and sighed, responding without missing a beat.

"Of course not, Jack. You're not going to find any forgotten trash in my desk. Come on."

All true, technically. Peggy grinned at me, but I managed to keep a straight face as Jack put his hands on his hips and sighed.

"...I guess this is it, then, huh?"

"I guess it is."

I sighed, looking around at the empty bullpen one last time. I hadn't been working out of this office for a while now, and it's not like I'd never be back. But something about having my desk packed, ready to head out the door with the last of my roots pulled up still hit me a bit.

"I'm... gonna miss you guys," I said, shaking my head as I turned back to my two friends. Jack rolled his eyes, since we'd already exhausted his reserve of sincerity for the day, but Peggy gave me a soft smile.

"We'll miss you too. And you can expect regular visits from us in the winter, when we're sick of the snow and need to use our friends for access to the sunshine in Los Angeles."

I grinned. "As long as you promise to bring real pizza with you whenever you visit."

"Deal."

We shared a smile, and thankfully, before any of us could get any sappier, Daniel walked through the door, his meeting with his contact apparently over with.

"Hey," he said, giviing me a smile as he walked over to join us. He leaned in to give me a quick kiss, then pulled back with a smile. "You ready to go? Our favorite breakfast place is waiting for us."

I smiled, then gave Daniel a nod. We were technically on vacation, so we'd planned to spend the rest of our day on a tour of all of our favorite places in New York city.

"We'll see you guys for dinner tonight, right?" Daniel asked as he took my hand, the two of us taking a few steps towards the door.

"As long as you're buying," called Jack, and Peggy nodded. Daniel shot him a thumbs up as I rolled my eyes, and just like that, Daniel and I were standing on the threshold of the New York SSR.

"You ready?" Daniel asked, leaning in to whisper to me. I took a deep breath, sparing one last moment of reminiscing for the place I'd spent so much of my life in over the last few years, then turned to Daniel with a smile.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

He smiled back at me, giving my hand a quick squeeze before we turned our backs on the office, officially and completely moving forward together. It still stung a little to be leaving, but not nearly as badly as it could've, since I knew and loved where I was heading.

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[badkitty3000]

what kind of clothes do you think five would like on his s/o?? what casual clothes would he like for himself?? ik we saw a bit in s3 but i need more vest five😭😭

So, as usual, I feel like I can go a couple different ways with this answer, but I'm going to mostly focus on my own personal headcanon version or we're going to be here all day. In my own little Five world, he's a uniform guy. He wore a uniform as a kid in the academy, he wore a (I assume) company-issued suit in the Commission, again with the academy uniform, and then when he actually had a bit of a choice he got to relax in his retirement clothes for about 12 hours before it was back to business again, and then...suit. So, to me, this is just easier for him. He doesn't have to think about what to wear every day, matching colors, and shopping for new clothes. He is stylish, yet practical, and it's clear that looking put together is a priority for him. After wearing whatever he could get his hands on in the apocalypse, and having to dress for extreme weather, it's probably a luxury for him to be able to dress the way he wants. But there's also a second, very important reason for this headcanon of mine and that is....HAVE YOU SEEN HIM IN A FUCKING SUIT!!???

*wiping drool off my chin* Sorry, I don't know what came over me.

Ok, as I was saying...it is also a headcanon of mine that once he's finally settled down, maybe married, has a family, etc, his casual outfits consist of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. This is his new "uniform" and again, it's stylish but he doesn't have to think about it. He wears this every day, unless he's going out somewhere nice or maybe having to perform a random assassination, then it's back to the suit. (also, if you're wondering, and I'm sure you are...black boxer briefs...always).

Now, retirement Five in his little hat and vest is adorable, don't get me wrong, and is much more in line with his character's age and personality than how I write him. I could totally see him embarrassing his kid by showing up to their softball game in black socks and sandals, wearing his dorky weird old-man glasses.

I could also see him wearing a sweatshirt with the name of his kid's school on the front and "Hargreeves" on the back. Oh my god, let's just stop and imagine that for a moment, shall we?😭😭😭

You also asked about what he would like his s/o to wear. I covered this a little in my nsfw headcanons, but I'll elaborate a little more. I definitely think he checks ladies out. Dancers, strippers, random women at the grocery store; I think deep down Five is a sex-starved freak that has a lot of lost time to make up for. However, even though a nice body and skimpy clothes is going to catch his attention, that's not really what he cares about. He would be just as happy with his girl in frumpy sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt as he would be with her in a tight cocktail dress. Now, given the choice, if you were really going to press him on it, I'd say he would want to see her in a tight skirt that shows off her ass and tall heels to accentuate her legs. But again, it doesn't really matter what she wears, he's going to think she's the prettiest/sexiest woman on the planet regardless. And ketchup-stained sweatpants and a Garfield shirt are just as easy to tear off and throw on the floor as a tight dress is. 😉

I do think Five would take time and try and find and buy something for his s/o for her birthday or Christmas that he knows she would like. He would pay attention to her style and if he was out somewhere and came across an outfit, or hat and scarf, or even lingerie that reminded him of her, he'd buy it and then watch expectedly and nervously as she opened it in front of him. Then he would be so happy every time she would wear it, even though he'd pretend he was too cool to notice. He took the time to make sure Dolores was going to get a new outfit and knew she liked sequins, so that just proves he actually pays attention to what his girl likes.

In conclusion, I think Five wants to be stylish, comfortable, and practical with his clothes, while not having to think too hard about it on a daily basis. He has much more pressing matters to deal with, and even though wearing a three-piece suit while trying to kick ass and save the world is a bit impractical...

I MEAN GOOD LORD JUST LOOOOK!!!! 🫦👀💀

Thank you so much for this question! ❤️

[mystarsohee]

Hiiii, I love your blog! Would you be willing to write something with cg!Shotaro?

coming right up

genre: fluff, like alot

shotaro visits his baby's newly opened restaurant, i wonder what he thinks of it!

!!! non-sexual agere, only cg name used is taro.

cg!shotaro gn!reader

"taro taro taro taro taro!!"

"baby baby baby baby baby!!!" he repeats back to you. you speedwalk over, with a grin on your face.

"are you busy? i wanna show you something.." you ask shotaro, not wanting to bother him if hes got things to do.

"for you, im never busy. show me!" he says, his response makes you feel warm inside. your taro always finds a way to make you feel special, even with simple words.

shotaro follows you into your room. its decorated with a few toys here and there, but right now you have a small table and play kitchen set up. he spots a small sign, made from a piece of paper and colored in with crayons. the sign reads "welcome!" shotaro was able to decipher it despite your not-so-eligible handwriting.

"what's this?" he asks.

"my restaurant! you gotta order something, i have no customers!!!!" you say, expressing your dismay at the fact nobody has visited your restaurant. you worked so hard, and the food is delicious!

"well then, i'd like to order a giant stack of chocolate chip pancakes!" he jokes.

"we don't.. we don't serve that.." you say shyly. you do not have a toy stack of pancakes..

"okay.. then a slice of pizza and some coffee. please!" he tries again. you light up, you have a pretend slice of pizza! and a toy coffee cup!

"coming right up!!!" you exclaim, making your way to the toy kitchen. shotaro sits at the small table, not wanting to break one of the small chairs, he opts to sit on the floor. he watches you pretend to put the slice of pizza in the oven, and also the way you wait for the non-existent coffee to come out of the play coffee machine he bought for you a few months ago. the reason he buys you a bunch of toys, is because you always play with them in a way where he cant take his eyes off of you. something about it, you just look so content, playing out scenarios in your mind. sometimes he wonders whats going on up there.

he gets knocked back to reality,

"hello? mr. taro. your coffee is here!" you hold out the plastic mug in front of you.

"oh, thank you baby!" he takes a sip, and you go back to preparing the rest of his meal, "oh my goodness. this is the best coffee ive ever had.." he mumbles to himself, acting like he didn't say that just to get a reaction out of you. he peeks over at you, you're giggling to yourself, whispering a small "yes!" you're very much satisfied with his feedback. you walk back over to him, standing up straight with a formal tone, just like the workers at real restaurants.

"how's your coffee? i have your pizza ready!" you say, in a very polite manner.

he mimicks your tone, "oh my, it might just be the best coffee i've ever tasted." he uses dramatic hand gestures to convey his emotions.

you grin at him, handing him his pizza. he responds with a, "thank you" deciding he wants to joke around with you, he starts to cough.

"excuse me! im allergic to pepperoni!!" he alerts you. it works, because your rushing over to him, trying to figure out what to do.

"the only way to fix it is with a big hug and kisses from a cute baby!" he says, and you realize. you're the cute baby! you need to save your taro! you quickly wrap your arms around him, and plant a multitude of kisses around his face. wanting to assure he doesnt struggle anymore, you kiss him so much and end with a tight hug.

"i'm sorry taro! i'll get you a cheese pizza.. coming right up!" you quickly hurry. you don't want him to be hungry! after you finish preparing a new dish and turn to give it to shotaro, hes blankly staring at you. along with him, one of your stuffies has arrived and sat on the chair next to him. also, staring blankly at you. you give him his pizza, as well as an extra kiss. (a precaution just in case hes "allergic" to this pizza too.)

after he receives his pizza and takes a bite, you watch to make sure he doesn't have another "allergic reaction". once you confirm he enjoys it, he whispers to you,"i think you have a new customer."

he watches you turn to the stuffie, and take its order. you make conversation with it, still he is so fascinated with the way you act when playing with your toys.

you turn around to create whatever meal the stuffed animal ordered, and shotaro focuses in on watching you cook your play food. he admires it, again you just seem so content with your surroundings. shotaro is more than grateful that you feel comfortable around him to be in your most vulnerable state. he won't ever grow tired of times like this.

author note: i cant do this omfg this is so cute. anyways i hope you enjoyed this anon! i loved writing it sm :> im sorry if ygs are looking for angsty or sad stories... i literally only know how to write fluff. i hope yall dont get bored of it 😭

as always, feedback is appreciated 💕

[strwberri-milk]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I wanted to say you write like the best Kaeya fics I've ever read (and the smut omg), but this time, (if you have the time) how about some aftercare with Kaeya? Like he is so proud and smug after seeing the mess he made of the reader, but then he is the sweetest and takes care of her like she deserves for being so good for him <3

im alright thanks for asking uwu and thank you so much for saying so <3 allow me to cement myself in your hearts as the kaeya writer for you and i'll be more than just happy :D and i'd love to do smth fluffy - kaeya deserves all the love and hes definitely so fucking affectionate with the love of his life!!

Kaeya is nothing short of attentive, no matter what it is that you two are doing. Whether it be a simple meal or a nice night out on the town you know you're the center of attention. He'll pick something out on the menu that's perfect for you, or make sure to pull you in tight to his chest when you're about to trip over a rock.

Nothing slips his mind, hands holding onto your body tightly as he keeps you in place to fuck into you, burying his face into your neck as he pumps you full of cum for the last time.

Your body is pushed to its limits, cumming hard around him and so overstimulated you feel your hands pushing against his bare chest, eyes screwed shut as your chest heaves to catch your breath.

Kaeya's a little mean anyway, lightly grinding into you as he feels you pushing against him. He's riding out his own orgasm, unsure what number it is but finally feeling his lust addled mind clear up for the first time in what could have been hours.

He pulls out of you, smirking as he presses more kisses against your skin and feels you still lightly squirming on the sheets, glad he had the foresight to put something down under your bodies to catch the mess that came from you both.

Your eyelids droop, a yawn slipping past your lips. You can feel Kaeya pulling away further from you, whining a little and trying to reach out to him. He takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your knuckles before beginning to get ready to clean you off.

"Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself didn't you?" he purrs as you feel him part your legs again, about to tell him off for being so insatiable when you feel him beginning to clean you off.

His hand is gentle, making sure the towel is cooling to your heated body and giving you the chance to settle further into the bedsheets. It takes no time for you to relax after the high of your bodies intertwining, humming in contentment as he continues to clean you off.

"You made me feel so good," you respond, further stroking his ego and kissing him back when he leans over your body.

"I know I did," he responds smugly, giving you more kisses against your neck.

"Your voice is so hoarse. I knew you'd be screaming my name. I missed you so much I just had to let it all out at once."

"Kaeya," you laugh in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

"You always make me feel amazing. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow but it's so worth it."

"Can't have that, can we? Maybe I'll just have to do you all over again and make sure you can't think afterward." Even now he's thinking up new ways to make you a puddle of desire on his cock, your body already heating up at the thought as you swat him away playfully.

"I'm so tired. Let me sleep and then we'll talk about it, alright?"

"Alright, alright," he sighs, giving you another kiss against your lips before leaving you be to clean himself off.

He returns fully expecting to be able to go to bed himself. His body's feeling the exertion after all and there's no place he'd rather be than next to you.

However, you've neglected to wrap the sheets over your body, feeling far too heated for the constriction of such fabric which gives him a wonderful view of your body painted with his marks. You've turned your back to him, allowing him to see the paths his own nails dug while holding you and when he crawls into bed next to you his eyes trace over the hickies and reddened parts of your skin from where he was holding you.

It's a picture he wants to keep in his mind forever, absentmindedly tracing over such proofs of his desire for you until he succumbs to sleep himself, arms wrapped tightly around your body.

[aanoia]

Would you be interested in doing “Broken one” by raelyn with James? Just like a readers who’s home life isn’t awful she has her mom and her mom is amazing. But when it comes to love she just doesn’t have a good foundational understanding unlike James potter who grew up amazing

obviously I loved this request so much and I hope I did it justice. It actually really hit close to home with me, so I'm really glad I got to write about it.

Broken One

James Potter x reader words; 1,626 song; Broken One by RaeLynn warnings; divorce (if you need to talk, reach out. this is something I know personally so I'd love to be someone you can trust about it.) the disrespect this world has for never letting me know about this song until now smh if you have a song request, or a normal request (bc i definitely get those out in a timely manner) just use my inbox. I love doing requests :) this one might be a little confusing to read, lmk if it is haha

We grew up so differently

You had one house, one backyard, one Christmas tree

The difference was obvious between the two of us. Maybe only I saw it, maybe the entire world did. All I knew was I came from a broken home of divorce, my dad was a cheating drunk and my mom, although amazing, was mostly emotionally unavailable. James on the other hand, had parents who loved each other unconditionally, they rarely fought and acted like teenagers in love. 

You didn't split your time, didn't wonder why, like me

“This came from your mother.” My dad said, walking into the kitchen and handing a letter to me.

“Thanks, dad.” He nodded briefly, giving me a tight lipped smile.

“Do you want anything to eat?” He asked. “I can make eggs.”

I smiled teasingly, “You gonna burn them again?” Dad took a swig of his beer and laughed.

“I’ll try not to.”

I smiled and carefully opened the letter. It was from James, so I assumed he forgot it was my dads week and sent his owl to my moms. I smiled as I read the letter, he’s such a sweetheart.

When I met your mom and I met your dad

Damn, it's cool to see that love can last

I watched with a smile as James’ parents danced together in the kitchen, completely forgetting the dinner they were making for us. 

“Are you alright, love?” James asked quietly, not wanting to bother his parents.

I nodded, “I’ve just never seen something like that before.”

James pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “Soon that will be you and I, yeah?”

I smiled against his lips, “Yes.”

'Cause I never knew 'til I was loved like that by you

“Ohhh, Y/n! I’m in love with youUuUUuuUUUuuuuuUU!” James sang loudly in the common as I died with laughter.

Sirius joined as his backup vocals and air guitar and Remus rolled his eyes.

“Will you dimwits shut up, please? I’m getting a migraine.” He asked and James just sang louder, his vocal chords straining.

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No.” James said, crossing his arms.

I furrowed my brows, “No?”

He nodded and shrugged, “No. You don’t get to finish your sentence because I don’t think I’m gonna like the ending.”

“But Jame-”

He booped my nose and I pulled my face back in surprise, “No. And it’s Jamie to you, missy.”

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

“You can cry, you know?” James said softly, sitting beside me on the porch of my moms house.

Tears filled my eyes at his words, “I should’ve had you meet them separately. I’m such an idiot.” I whispered, my voice cracking.

James pulled me into his side, “You’re not an idiot. They're the only idiots here. This was important for you, they should’ve been able to put aside their differences for you.”

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“I want this one.” James said and I side eyed him.

“James, I love you. But this one sucks.”

James scoffed as our real estate agent (do they even have those?) laughed.

“That’s all right. I have one more for you two.”

“It’s perfect.” James and I said in sync.

She has my eyes and has your nose

I let out a wet laugh as my baby girl was handed to me. I gently pet her head, a few tears falling down my face.

“I think that was more painful for James than it was for you.” James’ mom said and I laughed as he grabbed my hand, ignoring the teasing.

“I’m at a loss for words.” James whispered honestly and I smiled at him as he stared at our daughter.

“Hold her.” I whispered back and he shook his head.

“I’ll hurt her.” He worried.

“You won’t, my love. Hold our little girl.” I said, carefully lifting her into his arms. He held her carefully, as if she was a fragile flower.

But thank God she never has to know

What it's like to grow up picking sides

“This is a recipe for disaster.” I muttered as James bundled up our daughter in her snow coat. 

“No, it’s not. Relax a bit, Y/n/n.” Sirius responded and I glared at him.

“Don’t kill my kid or I’ll do worse than kill you.”

He grinned, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“She’s ready!” James proclaimed proudly and the two ran out the door. 

I hesitantly followed behind them and watched as they swung her over a large pile of untouched snow. A small smile graced my lips as her laughter filled the air, before it was silenced as she fell into the snow. Instead of it catching her she just went right through. She began laughing again under all the snow and James hurried to get her out while Sirius was howling with laughter. Even a few laughs left my lips.

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“Shh, you’re okay, my love.” James whispered into my hair as I cried softly, clutching tightly onto his shirt. “Hey, beautiful, look at me.” He lifted my chin and I struggled not to bury my face in the crook of his neck again. “Hey, we are not your parents, all right? Not your parents.”

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

I held tightly onto my son's hand as we weaved through the train station, trying to get to platform 9 ¾.

“Are you ready for this, Jean?” James asked our daughter who nodded nervously.

“I think.”

“Well, I know.” I chimed in and she smiled.

“Yeah. I am ready.” She corrected herself.

“First year of Hogwarts, and then in two years it’ll be you Harry.” I said, squeezing my sons hand as he smiled up at me.

“Ah, here we are.”

“Uh, dad, this is a wall.” Jean deadpanned and I laughed.

“Not just any wall, smartas-” I glared at James and he cleared his throat. “Alec. You walk through it to get to platform 9 ¾.”

“Huh?”

“Come on. Together.” I said and grabbed onto Jean’s free hand. The four of us as a group walked through the wall and were greeted with the familiar horn of the train. Jean went rigid and I looked down worriedly. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I’m scared, mama.”

“No need to be scared!” A voice said from behind us and we turned around.

“Yeah! We can be best friends!” Two identical ginger boys said with large smiles.

Jean smiled, “Okay! I’m Jean Potter.”

“I’m Fred.”

“And I’m George. Or am I Fred?”

“Am I George?”

“What?” James said and I laughed.

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“Ugh, Sirius is a dick.” James said as he walked into our room.

“Then why are you forcing me to let him live with us?” I asked with a teasing smile, setting my book down.

“Because I love him.” James laid his head in my lap. “But I love you more.”

Yeah, my raising wasn't perfect

But the girl you saw was worth it

“I feel so old.” I said, sitting down at the kitchen counter after dropping off Jean and Harry, Jean entering her fourth year of Hogwarts and Harry his second.

“You are, my love.” James said, kissing my cheek and grabbing some milk.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“Just go, goddamnit! Leave!” I yelled at my parents who were arguing over who got to see this kids for Christmas. “I mean, for fucks sake, get out of my house!”

“Y/n, that is no way to speak to you pa-”

“I think it’s time for you two to leave.” James said calmly after taking the kids to their rooms, walking over to the door and opening. I breathed heavily, my bottom lip trembling as they walked out angrily. 

Once the door closed my shoulders deflated and I sighed in defeat. James silently brought me into a tight hug, quietly telling me he was there and everything was going to be okay.

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“Oh, you old bag. Shut your face.” I croaked from beside James’ hospital bed.

“You be quiet, you wrinkly tomato.” He retorted.

“Kick the bucket all ready.”

“Mom!” Jean scolded, holding her toddler in her arms.

“What? It’s gonna happen soon for both of us.” I reasoned and James laughed.

“You age like fine wine.” He complimented.

“You age like a banana.” I gently kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna miss you, but if I have to spend another minute in this hospital because you’re too stubborn to die I will kill you.”

He smiled and motioned me closer. I obliged and he kissed me like we were young. Passionate and loving. His monitor flatlined mid kiss and his grip on my hand lessened. I smiled sadly as a single tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

“It was his time.” I whispered. Two days later I laid in the same bed and took my last breath, the only thing on my mind was seeing James again.

Yeah, you saw home sweet home

In a girl from a broken one

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Here's an abandoned Rosemary fanfic snippet I did back in 2020! The premise was literally "sharing fanfic with another as a sign of trust" so it was fun to write on a meta level, lol.

Pretty much the only context is, It's meant to take place early on on the meteor, I think either pre-dating or early into their relationship. Enjoy!

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Kanaya held the journal in her claws carefully, almost reverently.

"You're really sure I can read this...?" She looked up at Rose, her eyes seeking any indication of insincerity or insecurity in the other's. Despite her self-conscious smile, however, Rose seemed otherwise at ease with the concept.

"Well, I'm not sure it's worth that much fanfare or anything, but you can if you'd like to. I thought, since it's based on one of the books you lent me and all, you would be the one reader who best understands the source material... and would be able to point out any glaring inaccuracies I surely glossed over during my many late-night editing sessions," she let out a light laugh, and Kanaya could feel her cheeks warming up a little. She returned her attention to the manuscript in her fronds, bringing it closer to her thorax. Rose was letting her read her private writings... more than that, was trusting her, of all people, to be the first set of ganderbulbs - or eyes - to read it. Kanaya lightly chewed on her lower lip, feeling her fangs scratch the skin.

"I... am honored that you have chosen me to be your first reader, but surely there's someone more deserving of this honor than I? What about Dave?" Kanaya tried, though she still couldn't help but hold the journal tight as she spoke. Rose let out an uncharacteristically loud laugh.

"Hah!! Dave?"

Kanaya flushed again, although this time in mortification, trying her hardest not to shrink herself down behind the journal and severely failing.

"Trust me, Dave is one of the last people I'd let read my writing. Not that that's stopped him," the corner of Rose's mouth pulled down in a grimace as she reflected on something Kanaya could tell she really rather wished to forget. The look on her face passed, however, and she returned her attention to the present.

"Besides, it was you who first introduced me to the many fascinating and intriguing tales of romance from a long-dead alien world... I consider this a love letter of sorts to the spirits of those many departed writers, from the effervescent to the, well... cheesy. It's only fitting you read it, as the bridge between me and the final words of their ghosts." Rose smiled. Kanaya faltered, briefly confused.

"Rose, I thought you would know by now, I am not a rustblood. It is Aradia, if anyone, who would be the one to channel their spirits and hear their final words."

Rose tilted her head, a bemused expression on her face.

"No, Kanaya, I meant.."

"I'm kidding. Pulling your 'leg', as you might say," Kanaya offered a soft, mischievous smile.

Rose snorted.

"For someone who claimed not to get sarcasm, you sure do seem to have gotten quite comfortable with using it."

"What can I say? I had an excellent teacher, and bridge of my own, to show me the many wonders of human sarcasm and its applications," Kanaya laughed as Rose couldn't help but elbow her lightly - not that she would have noticed if it had been rougher. Rose still hadn't quite caught on just how sturdy trolls tended to be compared to humans.

"That said, if you really would like me to be the first reader, then I gladly accept. I am excited to see what you have written," Kanaya said, briefly holding the journal away from her long enough to flip briefly through the pages. Rose stiffened a little, though her expression did not falter.

"Oh, uh. You weren't... planning on reading it now, were you?" She asked, an edge to her voice. Kanaya quickly slapped the journal shut, perhaps a little too hastily.

"Oh, my apologies! I just-"

"No, it's fine, it's fine. I just was not... prepared... to see your responses to it firsthand."

Kanaya blinked, studying Rose's body language for signs of insult. Had she overstepped a cultural human norm? But as Rose's hand briefly brushed up to hold her other arm to her side, only to drop back down in a controlled manner, it occurred to Kanaya that perhaps she was more insecure about the writing than she let on, or at least enough to be embarrassed at the concept of watching Kanaya read her personal work.

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

guilty as sin? an important update

hey so, turns out I have chosen the very worst time to start my fanfic roll out seeing as I've got extremely important exams in the next 6 weeks followed by a summer where I may not be able to write a lot, so I don't know how often ill be posting -- I've only written about 3 chapters and the fic is standing at 5k+ words already so it's gonna be long (that's what she said?)

im also going through a period of immense change in my life as I'll be starting university in September, so a lot of things to keep me busy in the holidays!

that being said, I'd love to post chapter 1 at 3PM GMT tomorrow, but I thought I should let you know that the rollout for this fit will be extremely slow! I've posted chapter titles, hoping it'll spark intrigue

I hope you guys do enjoy the little crumbs I give you, and while you wait, here's a sixth snippet:

“Yes! Let’s get my pretty baby some well deserved rest. Works too hard…” His eyes begin to close with his hand , but you jerk him awake.

“No, Buck, not like this. Properly, let’s find you some comfy clothes and tuck you in. Come on.” You stand up, extending a hand to him. God, he looks so pretty from this angle, staring at you like you’re his sun and it’s a lazy picnic in the park. He entwines his fingers with yours, again bringing up that feeling of desperation in your system but you tamp it down. You gently hum the latest song stuck in your head as you get him ready for bed, slowly taking off his socks and handing him his comfiest pair of sleeping shorts, informing him of every step before you take it so you can give him the chance to tell you if you’re about to do something he doesn’t want.  What you don’t realise is that there is nothing you could do that he wouldn’t welcome. He knows you wouldn’t hurt him, only show him the gentle warmth he’s been deprived of for decades with your light fingertips and heavy gaze. You turn your back as he changes, giving him some privacy.

He doesn’t let you leave, scared you won’t come back to him. He’s never been like this, so desperate to keep you by him. You’ve only known each other a month, and you two often stay up together when he knocks after a nightmare, either diffusing the bomb in his head with mellow hands, or holding him tight as you both lose your worries to some old sitcom you introduced him to. In your heart, you can’t find yourself to leave, either. And so you use a spare toothbrush he keeps in his bathroom to get ready for bed, stealing one of his shirts he handed to you with the brightest, most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. When you throw it over your head, you relish in the remnants of his cologne and something else, something so innately Bucky, that all you want is to bury yourself in his scent intertwined with the magic fabric of his shirt, which turns out to be loose on you. 

You set your hair, marvelling at how big he is, that his shirt is loose on every part of your body. A secret part of you wonders if he’s done it on purpose, intending to give you his clothes and opting for this looser fit…You quickly dispel the notions, ditching your bra and formal outfit on the floor, rubbing your tired eyes.

Bucky lays on his side, facing you and taking you in as you walk out. He lets out a groan and you wonder if it’s related. “You look so pretty in my clothes…fuck. Come back to bed, beautiful.”

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You have a really good grasp on Bishop (TMNT) character. I really like your analyses on him. But I was wondering something; how does Bishop views each turtle? Which one do you think Bishop believes is the most dangerous? How do you think Bishop will take down the turtles individually? Of course you don’t have to answer this! I was just wondering for my own writing project.

Thank you, I'm very glad to hear that! I'm also quite happy to get questions on him, so much appreciated haha!

This is an interesting one, because we don't really see Bishop do much one-on-one interaction with each turtle, so we're going to have to do a little bit of speculation, based the encounters we do see. I will say that Bishop treats them all as proper threats, (if nuisances,) never letting his guard down even when he has the upper hand. His thoughts on others also tend to begin and end at "how useful are they to me" and "how do I kill them." Also keep in mind that Bishop is known to have been surveilling them before, and might know more about them than we saw him divulge.

If I were to pick one he'd consider the most dangerous, I'd probably say Don, which I'll justify below haha. But honestly Mikey has the possibility of being a close second, more based on speculation than anything we actually see on-screen.

After some review of the scenes where they interact, here's my best approximation:

Donatello

This one is the simplest to figure out, I think, because we already know Bishop holds scientists in much higher regard than most people, even when they happen to be non-human (see: his (granted, taunting) praise of Leatherhead's work during the Good Genes arc.) I think Bishop is aware of Don's genius and most likely finds it a shame he can't make use of it, himself.

It seems like Bishop dodges around Don's bo the most out of any of the turtles, never outright stealing it like he's done with the others. I suspect this is because Don has the widest reach with his weapon, and Bishop is more likely to dodge away than go for a counter, when it comes to him. For this reason, Donny might qualify as the one Bishop deems the most dangerous. He's also the one who takes Bishop off-guard during the fake invasion, twice! First sneaking up on him to get the first attack, and then intercepting his lunge at Raph, ultimately knocking him down one of the tunnels and winning the fight.

If approaching him one-on-one, I think Bishop would try to keep the environment tight and cluttered, to make it harder for Don to use his weapon. He needs to even the field (by which he means, of course, giving himself a dominating advantage,) by ensuring Don can't make use of his weapon's extra reach, which will allow Bishop to counter more freely.

Michelangelo

This dynamic starts off with a mutual underestimation. Mikey attacks Bishop after being freed from the surgical table, assuming he's just some government lackey, only to be taken off-guard when Bishop dodges and counters-- enough that he immediately gets pinned again. Bishop, for his part, seems to have singled Mikey out as something of an easier target among his brothers, and is blindsided when Mikey himself is able to get free from being held hostage.

Bishop seems to be comfortable with-- even possibly has a preference for-- chains as weapons, so he tends to try make use of Mikey's nunchaku, tangling his siblings' weapons in them often. Mikey seems to have caught on to this in subsequent encounters, though. There is the potential here for something of a rivalry; though the show doesn't push it. With both having underestimated one another, and taking one another more seriously after the fact, and taking into account that Mikey is noted to be the most skilled of the turtles when he really tries, there's certainly real estate for an escalation in this dynamic.

One-on-one, in that same vein, I think Bishop takes Mikey seriously, as someone who has proven to be difficult to predict and someone who learns and adapts (like him!) Bishop's superior speed will be his friend, here. Even if Mikey takes him by surprise, it won't be a big problem as long as he can keep on his toes and get some distance.

Leonardo

Bishop is probably aware that Leo acts as the squad leader, and that can be pretty useful information, though I don't think he ever really makes use of it that we see. What he does seem to make use of is Leo's honor and loyalty, leveraging family or allies more than once to trip him up in combat (Usually as in taking a hostage, i.e. Mikey and Karai.) There's even a chance he was banking on Leo's loyalty to coerce a deal out of them during Good Genes.

I think Leo gets his sword stolen the most out of all the weapons Bishop yoinks. Other than that, there's not much unique to how Bishop approaches him as he does his brothers, that I was able to see. One-on-one Bishop's probably more likely to try some mind games, knowing Leo's buttons already. If he's aware of the shoulder injury, he'd definitely target it. And steals his swords, of course.

Raphael

Turns out I have the least to say on poor Raph. He clearly hates Bishop with a burning passion, but Bishop doesn't seem to think all that much of him. His sai are made use of to catch his siblings' weapons second most often after Mikey's nunchaku, though!

Raph's also a prime target for mind games one-on-one. His emotional reactions make him unfortunately easy to rile up into tunnel-visioning. This means he's also really easy to use the environment against, which happens to be one of Bishop's fortes. Bishop also seems pretty comfortable stealing his sai. Essentially, Raph's less of a threat to him the more emotional he gets, so Bishop will certainly be pushing all his buttons.

Fast Forward

I don't know if this is as relevant to you, but it could offer some insight into the trajectory of these dynamics, perhaps? In any case President Bishop's first appearance has him calling them friends, which implies that eventually he and the turtles form an allyship (probably years down the line.) He also seems to be taken off-guard when the time-traveling versions don't want to work with him-- presumably he assumed they were further down the timeline than they were.

Now again there's not much one-on-one, but we know Bishop seems to get annoyed at points with their general... teenager-ness, lack of focus, perceived unprofessionalism, all that. He gets sarcastic with them plenty of times during Head of State. He does appear to obfuscate the information he allows them access to, as well, (you cannot convince me he actually dismissed those Sh'Okanabo reports. He was trying to redirect them away from it for whatever reason, I think,) which suggests to me he's trying to control where their attention is pointed. But he also clearly considers them capable, mostly contacting them to contract them as a sort of personal black ops assassin team.

We do get a clear dynamic in how each turtle approaches Bishop! Leo seems the most convinced of his redemption, interestingly enough, and is shown willing to jump to his aid in moments of crisis. Raph is least convinced, taking any opportunity to needle Bishop about his past actions. Mikey and Don are more neutral, but Mikey leans closer to the distrusting side, while Don leans closer to the trusting side (or at least, the "being polite" side.)

Finally, it's worth pointing out that Bishop does have a something of an established rivalry with Splinter, who has proven capable of keeping up with him one-on-one. Don't know if that'll factor in for you, but it warranted a shoutout!

Hope some of this helps, at least, and have fun with your project! It sounds very intriguing heheh