#and europe I’m very excited for you guys!

[wosospacegirl]

New crush - Arsenal teen! r

Summary: Leah and Beth find out why Y/n has been late to training. New crush on the way?

Warnings: just a small argument between Leah and Y/n and a lot of teasing.

Word count: 2.3k

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It was weird to be a college student and a professional football player, Y/n wouldn't say she got the best of both worlds, but the worst.

Y/n was 17 years old and had the opportunity to attend college in the UK. It was a bit weird at first to have more of a specialized and focused education than the usual high school thing, but she was getting used to it day by day. It was her last year of school, and she couldn’t be happier. She wanted to focus on football and maybe get some minor qualification in any area she was slightly interested in, just so she could have some type of formal education in case she had a career-ending injury or something.

One of the weird things between attending school and playing football was that Y/n would usually arrive at training with her uniform and school bag in hand, which was enough for the team girls to make fun of her.

“Look at our schoolgirl,” Beth said teasingly. “I hope you study to be someone in life, unlike us.”

“You guys have career goals, plus half of you have degrees too,” Y/n said smiling as she walked with Beth to the locker rooms. “Anyways, how was the gym today?”

Y/n went to her locker and got her kit for today, taking off her shirt and standing on her training top, which she had put on before school, so it was faster to change from her school uniform to her Arsenal training kit.

“It was all right,” Beth said, scrolling through her phone. “We did a lot of Strength– squats, forward lunges and all that. Good thing you were busy with… a math test? I guess.”

Y/n was now wearing the full Arsenal kit, her school bag resting in its usual spot on the locker’s floor. “I didn’t have any test today, but don’t tell Renée that, she asked if I could get out of school an hour early and I said no because I told her I had this grammar test.” Y/n winked at Beth.

“And why didn’t you wanna get here an hour earlier?” Beth questioned. “Last month Renée had to beg you to go to school because the Headmistress called the Arsenal’s office saying you were missing school to be here with us.” 

Y/n had messed up.

The thing was… Y/n had met Stella. Stella was an exchange student from Northern Europe and had joined Y/n’s college three weeks ago. Stella was beautiful and super cool. They had lunch together and by the end of the last period, Y/n and Stella would just sit on the grass behind the school and talk for 20 minutes or so, before Y/n had to take the cab to get to training.

When Y/n was talking to Stella, she felt warm inside, giggly, and of course a little shy. Y/n had never felt this before. She had experienced crushes, but they were more like little obsessions, especially with actresses, singers, and well, other footballers.

She always knew she didn’t like boys, but falling for a girl was different and new and exciting. So yeah, maybe Y/n didn’t feel like coming to the training right away because she wanted to share French kisses with a pretty Danish girl.

“Well, I’m just valuing my education, Bethany,” Y/n murmured, looking down to tie her boots.

“You weren’t focusing on your education when you barely passed your business exam last week, and Leah had to beg Renée to let you play against Chelsea,” Beth retorted, narrowing her eyes. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. Why are you being annoying?” Y/n rolled her eyes, full teenage mode activated. Something that annoyed her was how her teammates were always up in her business just because they saw her as a younger sister. 

God forbid the day she went to a club and didn’t tell anyone. Even Alessia was mad at her. OKAY, yeah, she got a fake ID and went to a very well-known adult bar with her friends, but her teammates weren’t her parents. They didn’t need to care that much.

“Who’s being annoying?” Leah asked, coming out of nowhere.

“Beth.”

“Y/n.”

Y/n and Beth said at the same time.

“She is hiding something from us, Leah,” Beth accused, pointing at Y/n.

“I’m not hiding anything, mate,” Y/n said, sounding more defensive than she would like.

Leah was normally on Y/n’s side. She didn’t get involved in Y/n's personal life that much– the captain just made sure she was well-fed, healthy, and doing okay in school.

“Well, I noticed that these past few weeks you have been a little late than usual,” Leah mumbled. “I just thought you were using those 30 minutes to go to the library or something.

Before Y/n could defend herself Beth was already talking.

“Library, Leah? Do you think teenagers go to the library?” It was Beth’s time to roll her eyes.

“Hey, I used to go to the library,” Leah argued

“Yeah, to snog girls behind the bookshelves,” Beth said.

Leah looked at Beth as if the other blonde was wasting her time.

“Have you been using drugs, Y/n?” Leah asked nonchalantly.

“What? No–”

“Are you sneaking around? Going to places you shouldn't?” The captain asked as Beth locked eyes with Y/n, hoping to catch her in a lie.

“Where do you think I would go in 30 minutes? Wales?” Y/n argued, losing her patience. She just wanted to kick a ball around, but here she was being interrogated.

“Are you having sex? I was 17 once and I just wanna make sure you are being saf–”

“Leah, man, stop!” Y/n screamed, slamming her locker door shut. “I don’t need any sex talk, especially from you two,” Y/n added, pointing at the older woman.

“Hey, don’t slam the door– we don’t do that here,” Leah said, using her captain's voice. “We are just trying to talk to you.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t wanna share everything with the team? Just because I’m 17 doesn’t mean you all need to know where I am and what I’m doing 24/7.”

The locker fell dead silent for a few seconds. Leah and Y/n staring each other down.

“You know very well how chill I am about you, Y/n but at the end of the day, you’re still a kid, and me, Beth and the other girls have to make sure you are okay,” Leah shouted.

“No, you guys don’t have to make sure I’m okay because I know how to take care of myself!” Y/n cried, frustrated. 

“Okay Leah, let it go,” Beth said, finding herself in the role of mediator. “I’m sorry if I overstepped it, Y/n. I just cared about you, and honestly, I just really enjoy knowing other people’s business—especially when they are like a younger sister to me,” Beth added, with a smile.

“I’m sorry I screamed at you,” Leah said, looking up at the ceiling. 

Apologies weren't Leah’s strongest suit.

“I’m sorry I was moody and slammed the locker,” Y/n admitted, feeling a bit ashamed about the whole outburst. “It's just that-–”

The older women looked at Y/n, waiting.

“There is this… person? I guess, yeah, definitely a person, you know?” Y/n confessed. God, she would rather take a penalty than have this conversation right now.

Y/n looked at the girls as if the words she just had mumbled made any sense.

“Well, no, no boyfriend,” Y/n admitted. “But there is…Stella.”

“A person?” Beth asked. “What kind of person? a boyfriend?”

“Just spilled it, mate,” Leah said impatiently.

As soon as the name Stella left Y/n’s mouth, she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, so there is a girlfriend,” Beth exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement as Leah smirked at Y/n.

“You’ve been sneaking around with Stella after school?” Beth teased. She was enjoying herself a little too much.

“It’s not sneaking around,” Y/n rolled her eyes— again. “We just—well, we just sit behind school for a few minutes and talk a little.” She tried not to mumble again. “And that's it! No drugs, not sneaking around, no nothing.”

“You’re saying the reason you’ve been 30 minutes late to training for the past month is just to sit and chat with a girl?” Leah questioned.

“She is not just a girl, Le. She is Y/n’s girlfriend, or crush, or whatever.” Beth added.

“She is not my girlfriend, and in fact, she is leaving next week,” Y/n said, unable to hide the sadness in her voice. “She’s an exchange student, and she's going back to her country. That’s why I wanted to spend time with her. With training, matches, actual school, and media day, I only have a little of free time.” 

“Oh darling, I’m sorry to hear that,” Beth said, pulling Y/n into a hug. “And I’m sorry I teased you. You have every right to privacy, just like the rest of us have, okay? I will police myself a little more.”

“It's okay Beth. I know you mean well,” Y/n said, hugging her back.

“Okay, okay, enough hugging—let’s go back to training, I bet you are craving some time on the pitch, yeah?” Leah said, throwing an arm around Y/n’s shoulder and guiding both her and Beth towards the field.

“You know me so well, actually” Y/n smiled. Maybe, just for a few hours, she could forget that Stella was moving away.

Y/n stayed on the pitch after training, long after the other players had gone home. She wasn’t doing anything, just running around with the ball, thinking about a pretty Danish girl. Y/n was very much lost in thought she almost didn’t hear someone calling her from the other side of the pitch.

It was Leah, no longer using her training kit— probably getting ready to go home.

Y/n ran until she was next to her

“I’m already heading home, okay? I just needed a few minutes–” Y/n began explaining herself, knowing full well Leah didn’t like her staying at the facility alone at night. She shut her mouth, though, when she saw what Leah was holding in her hands.

“Those are for you,” Leah said, handing over two tickets.

Arctic Monkeys.

“What? Are you serious?” Y/n grinned, looking at the tickets, then looking back at Leah. “Why?”

“This way you can take your girlfriend to do something cool,” Leah said, feigning mockery. “It’s tomorrow, so send her a text to let her know you will be picking her up at 8 pm.”

“Let her know? I thought I was supposed to ask her out, not demand she go with me?” Y/n replied, still smiling.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “You have a long road ahead of you in the dating world”

“Shut up,” Y/n giggled.

“I can drive you two, so you don’t have to take a cab and all that,” Leah said, as if it meant nothing.

Before Leah could react, she found herself in a bear hug. “Thank you, thank you,” Y/n said, burying her head on Leah’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, all right,” Leah said, pushing her away. Not much of a hugger. “It’s my day off anyway.”

“It's not just that—you just gave me two tickets to Arctic Monkeys. I know how fast they sold out. I tried to buy them, but I couldn't, they were all gone.”

“I have my ways,” Leah smirked. “Go get your things— I’ll give you a ride home.”

“So, who were you going with, Y/n asked, changing the radio station as Leah drove.

“Going where?” Leah asked. “Stop touching it!” she swatted Y/n’s hand away.

“I hate country music!” Y/n whined, slouching back in her seat, a pout on her face.

“That’s your problem. You can buy a car next year and play all the songs you want.”

“Whatever,” Y/n mumbled. “You had a date?”

Leah glanced at Y/n. “What date? and why do you keep changing subjects so much? You look like Beth.”

Y/n picked up the tension in Leah’s voice. “Oh, so you had a date. That’s why you bought two tickets to the show.” Y/n assumed, feeling smug about finally getting some dirt on Leah. It was time for revenge. 

“There was no date, stop being annoying.”

“Oh, there was definitely a date. Your cheeks are getting red.”

“No, they are not!” Leah argued back, briefly looking in the rearview mirror to check if she was blushing. “You are being a bully, stop it.

“No.”

“I’ll tell Stella how annoying you are and then she won’t go to the concert with you,” Leah mumbled.

“She already knows how annoying I am and still wants to go with me,” Y/n teased, sticking her tongue at the captain. 

Leah rolled her eyes again before parking in front of Y/n’s apartment.

“Get out,” Leah said playfully. “Eat your dinner, don’t forget to brush your te—”

“Shut up, Leah,” Y/n said, “I’m not a kid.”

“I know you aren’t, got a girlfriend and everything,” Leah teased. “Don’t forget to ask her out, okay? Bye.”

Y/n waved as Leah took a right onto her street.

The only thing the young player could think about was how she was going to make out with Stella during an Arctic Monkeys concert.

“Damn I kinda love you, Leah,” Y/n said, looking one last time at the ticket before opening the door to her apartment.

[sinner-as-saint]

you're no good for me.

Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: After leaving a well-paying job you hated, you took the money you had saved and decided to roam around Europe: Paris, Monaco, Italy, Greece, trying to find a new purpose in life. That’s when you meet this drop dead gorgeous older man named Bucky. He’s respectful, funny, kind, flirty, and has a nice yacht. Honestly, he’s all you need at the moment. And together, the two of you embark on a journey that has potential to last a lifetime. 

Themes: age gap (reader is in her twenties), fluff, sugar daddy!bucky (basically), smut, praise kink, nicknames: princess, baby girl, daddy kink, soft!dom!bucky, HEA. 

a/n: inspired by this ask. Thank you @aquariusbarnes

“I guess I never realised solo travelling could get so… lonely, you know?” 

You said quietly to your best friend on the phone while you browsed through second-hand books in a small, cosy little bookstore you found while staying in Italy for the week. 

“Don’t get me wrong,” You chuckled, “I desperately needed this and I needed to get out of the city but, this is not doing what it should. All I do is eat, sleep, shop, and I have no one to talk to. I guess I can’t even make new friends anymore.” 

Your friend sighed, “Of course you can! You should meet new people. Go to a bar, wear something nice, and talk to some guy. Seriously, get some!” 

You laughed quietly. “I’m tired of the bar or club thing. That’s what we usually do in the city.” You groaned. “I need something new, and exciting, and-,” 

A deep voice spoke from somewhere behind you. “Excuse me, miss.” 

You turned around and had to blink a few times to register the sight in front of you. A god of a man. Tall. Well dressed in loose pants, white tank top and a delicious light blue shirt left open to show off his muscular chest. He had longish hair, tied neatly in a low bun. Pretty face, ocean blue eyes. Sharp jaw. And a slight smirk on his pink lips.

He looked older, maybe in his early forties? He radiated elegant masculinity. Very much old money. He looked like he belonged in some fashion show, or the cover of a magazine. 

“Uh, I’ll call you in a bit.” You quickly ended the call and gave the man your full attention. “Hello.” You said softly, sounding a little confused as to why would a man like that even stop and talk to anyone. 

The man gave you a stunning smile. “I noticed you dropped this.” He held out his hand and there was your tiny purse, in the palm of his large, veiny hands. 

“Oh.” You sounded a little embarrassed as you quickly took it from him. “Thank you.” You said, looking up and meeting his dangerously enticing stare. 

“Wow,” He said, with a little nervous chuckle. “You’re beautiful.” You froze at that and then he quickly added, “I’m sorry if that was too forward. It’s just… you really are beautiful.” He sounded so sincere, and you hadn’t had a proper conversation with anyone in weeks so you didn’t know how to act. 

“Oh, um,” You let out a nervous chuckle too as you looked down at your shoes, embarrassed. “Thank you.” Then you added as a nervous ramble, “I think you’re really beautiful too.” 

He smiled, then let out a little laugh which made your skin tingle in the best ways. He raised a perfect eyebrow and asked in his silky smooth, deep voice, “Then how about us beautiful people go get a drink and get to know each other a little better?” 

You actually felt your face get really hot as you laughed, “So this is the part where I’ll wake up tomorrow and find out you took my kidney?” 

He chuckled. “No, no kidneys will be taken, I promise.” Then he gave you a pretty smile, “Just one drink. You’re too beautiful for me not to steal an hour or two from your day. Else, I’m gonna regret it my whole life.” 

“I see you get your way in and out of everything by being a smooth flirt, huh?” 

You gave in. And said yes to having a drink with him. 

— 

One drink turned into a late lunch, then afternoon tea, then an early dinner. The conversation flowed so easily it surprised you. He told you mostly everything about him. You noted that his name was Bucky, he was in his forties, no immediate family as they had all unfortunately passed, he was a bachelor, a businessman, currently taking some months off work to travel and sail across Europe on his yacht. 

While on a quick bathroom break, you googled him just to confirm and sure enough, he wasn’t lying. Also, the guy was much more wealthy than he let on. But you liked that. You hated men who bragged constantly. 

When it was your turn to give him your back story, you were just as transparent as he was. You mentioned where you were from, how you moved to the city after uni once you found a decent job. You mentioned how although the job paid really well, you quickly realised that being a PA isn’t as glamorous as in the movies or books, but in fact so stressful and anxiety-ridden. So you quickly began hating your job and life. Hence the resignation letter and the sudden tickets to Europe. 

“So, you’re here all alone? That’s brave I think.” He said, after you were done narrating your story. 

You scoffed before taking a sip of coffee, “No, it's quite the opposite.” You argued, defeatedly. “I couldn’t handle it and I just got up and left. I quite literally packed my stuff and ran away from the city. And now I’m just roaming around, trying to see if I can find a new purpose, I suppose. That’s the opposite of brave. If I were brave I’d face it properly. Like an adult.” Your shoulders drooped down a little. 

“Hey,” He said softly. Then reached for your hand and held it in between both of his warm palms. 

This was the first time in the past hours where he touched you. He’d been so respectful so far, not once getting too close. But right now, as he held your hand lovingly and as his thumb gently caressed your knuckles, you realised you loved having your hand held by him. 

“That’s not true at all.” He said. “You were strong enough to walk away from a situation you no longer wanted to be in, do you realise how brave that is?” 

His voice was so understanding and soft, you immediately melted. 

He continued, “I mean, you’re braver than me when I was twenty something.” He chuckled at the memory, “My father had just passed, and I was suddenly responsible for the family businesses. And…” He sighed, “How I wish I could’ve packed a suitcase and travel at that age, but I couldn’t. I was so lost at that time too.” 

You watched him as he spoke. The intelligence and experience in his eyes. The crinkles by his pretty eyes as he smiled at something he remembered from the past. The sad smile when he mentioned his now dead family. He seemed older and wiser than his age. 

“What I’m trying to say here is that you’re so young. This is your time to be selfish with your years. You don’t like a job? Leave it, find another. You don’t want to be in the city? Leave that too, travel the world. Of course, you must have some sort of makeshift plan of where you might want to be in the next five or ten years, but for the most part, live for right now.” He gave you an enchanting smile. “So tell me, where do you want to be right now?” 

The sky began to turn darker. The golden lights from the restaurant made his eyes look magical. Deep blue, and shining like jewels. The chain around his neck caught the light and suddenly you wanted nothing more than to yank on it with your teeth… 

Woah. Where did that come from? 

“Just… away. For everything.” You answered, truthfully. Wasn’t that what you were looking for? An escape? Something new and exciting. And right now with your hand in Bucky’s warm ones, this felt new and exciting. And you selfishly wanted it. You wanted this. 

“Come with me. Just for tonight. We won’t sail too far from the docks, I promise.” He said, holding your hand firmly in his. “I’ll bring you back tomorrow morning. Kidney and all still in place.” He teased. 

You laughed. And said yes because fuck it. 

—

Bucky walked with you till your hotel, and waited downstairs in the lobby while you got your things for the night. Once you met him back downstairs, he offered to carry your backpack while the two of you walked towards the docks. 

Once you reached his yacht, you had to refrain from dropping your jaw. “Oh, she’s pretty.” You whispered as he held your hand and helped you onto it. 

He smiled and said, “She’s my favourite.” Because of course he owned other luxury yachts. 

The more steps you took inside the boat, the more mesmerised you got. He had a full staff even. Bucky gave you a quick tour, showed you the bar, the hot tubs, the main deck, and all. Then led you to a spacious bedroom. 

“Get settled,” He said, “I’m just gonna get us out a bit further into the water.” He traced a gentle finger down your cheek and you found yourself nodding immediately. Then he paused, and said, “If you don’t wanna be down here alone, come find me at the helm. Okay, babygirl?” 

You froze for just a fraction of a moment, then quickly smiled and nodded again. Bucky left with a wink and once the door closed behind him, you let out a loud sigh. Fuck, he was so dreamy. 

Once he left and you explored the room a little bit, you realised you didn’t in fact want to be here all alone. So as the boat moved smoothly, you took a quick shower, got changed into your swimsuit, with a flowy beach cover up and went to find Bucky. 

Finding the helm was easy. On your way there, you saw two staff members and they both smiled at you. For a moment you wondered if they were thinking of you as just another young girl on a rich man’s boat. Oh well, whatever. 

You found Bucky standing in the middle of the area, facing multiple screens and the helm itself and so many buttons and switches it made your brain hurt. 

“Hello captain.” You said, stepping closer to him. The sun was setting now, and it was all orange and pink, quickly becoming dark blue. 

Bucky gave you a bright smile, “Hello you.” He grabbed your hand and placed it on the helm, “Here,” He came up and stood right behind you, both of you steering the boat, “There you go, keep it straight. Just like that, see?” 

You laughed, while your heart raced both at the excitement of manoeuvring such a giant boat, but also because of how close Bucky was. Your back was right against his chest, but he was still keeping a good inch or two between your bodies. 

“Alright,” He said after a while, “We’ll stop here for tonight. Come, the stars look great from the deck.” 

He held your hand and led you out onto the spotlessly clean, spacious main deck. There was a circular fireplace in the middle, surrounded by sofas and a large hot tub in the corner. And the view… oh the view was to die for. The moment Bucky let go of your hand, you rushed to look over the handrail. The water reflected the colours of the sunset, and the sky. The stars began twinkling, the more you looked the more of them you found. The light summer breeze was just cool enough. 

“It’s so beautiful out here.” You whispered, looking over at the shore, where more and more lights were turning on. You could see the place at which you’d just had dinner. You could also see the bookstore if you squinted. Just then, you felt a warmth press up against you. 

You smiled as Bucky wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder and holding you close. “Just like you, baby girl.” He whispered into your ear. 

You froze again, a familiar warmth washing over you at the nickname. A tingling sensation between your things which made you want to clench them together. Bucky must've felt the way you tensed up because he pulled away immediately. 

“I didn’t mean to make you-,” 

You cut him off quickly as you turned to face him, “Oh no, no. I don’t mind that.” You laughed, now a little shy. “It’s just that,” You couldn’t look at his pretty face as you admitted, “you make me a little nervous.” 

He laughed at that, and wrapped his arms around you once again. “Do I?” He teased. 

You hid your face by shoving it into the crook of his neck, which made him laugh even more. You couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. Fuck, it had been messing with you the whole day almost. He smelt like sin. Like pure, dangerous sin. But then he had that sweet, bright smile. And the contrast was making you dizzy. 

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” He held the back of your neck gently as he pulled your face back so he could look at you. 

You almost kissed him right there and then. He looked so good in this golden sunset. But you didn’t want to seem too desperate so you-

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, cutting off whatever you’d been thinking about. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” He admitted, with a handsome smirk. “So, can I? Please?” He gave you the softest puppy dog look ever. And you melted. 

You nodded once and the next thing you knew, he pushed you against the handrail and kissed you deeply. Lips soft against your own, his tongue stroking yours in a way that made you want to ride him until the sun came up the next morning. His hand remained at your waist, the other holding your head gently as he kissed you even deeper. 

“Fuck,” He groaned against your lips. “Does all of you tastes just as sweet as your mouth, babygirl?” He chuckled when you whined and squirmed. “I can’t wait to find out.” He whispered before kissing you again. 

Your brain was all foggy with desire. Your body warm and tingly under his touch. His mouth left yours and he kissed down your chin, and all over your neck and collarbones before kissing your lips again. “Bucky,” You gasped into the kiss when you felt his hand moving downward, towards your inner thighs. 

“Too much, baby?” He asked, pulling away to look down into your eager eyes. “Are we moving too fast?” 

You smiled up at him, “No. This is okay.” You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand even closer to where you desperately needed him. The thin swimsuit was all that separated his hand from the wetness accumulating at your core. 

He held your stare as he moved the fabric to the side and carefully touched your throbbing clit. You squirmed, grinding against his fingers slowly. He chuckled, “Oh?” He smeared your wetness around a little more, “All that for me? Hmm?” He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth while his fingers moved up and down your wet slit. “Have you been this wet the whole time we were together?” 

You couldn’t help but whisper a quiet, “Yes…” 

He smirked, kissing your skin. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? So unfair of you to keep this from me, babygirl.” He carefully slid a finger inside you, moving it in and out of you so slowly you couldn’t help but moan. “I would’ve taken care of you much sooner had I known you were dripping wet for me this whole time.” 

You whined again at the sound of his shameless words. “Please…” You begged. 

Bucky pulled away to look right into your eyes as he slid another finger inside you, moving both of them in and out of you while his thumb toyed with your clit. “Please what, baby?” 

You squirmed, holding onto him for dear life while moving your hips in time with his fingers. “Please,” You begged again. 

He smirked, “Use your words, princess.” He cooed. “Come on, tell daddy what you want and he’ll give it to you, baby.” 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loud, afraid the staff might hear what a dirty young woman you were being. “I want to come, please.” You whispered, face burning at the lust in your voice. 

Bucky smiled in triumph. “There, wasn’t that easy?” He kissed your lips again, “Of course you can come, babygirl. You’ve been so good all day,” He said, “So kind and polite,” He chuckled, “Pretending like you didn’t want to climb into my lap anytime you looked into my eyes.” 

You gasped, both in pleasure as his fingers touched a sensitive spot, but also because he had just read you like a book. 

Bucky smirked. “What? You think I didn’t see it?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against your open mouth as he spoke, “I saw the way you looked at me. Longing and desire in your eyes. You just want to be taken care of. Just want a man to hold you and tell you it’s all gonna be okay and that you’re safe? Hmm?” 

His fingers brought you right to that edge. You were a whimpering mess by then, his words making you even more dizzy. 

“Look at me, baby.” When you did look up at him, he smiled softly down at you, “It’s okay babygirl, you’re with daddy now. You’re safe, and I’m gonna take care of you. Okay? Now, can you be my good girl and come for me? Hmm? Can you do that for daddy, baby?”

You came with a loud whimper, coming undone all over his fingers. Bucky watched you in awe, lips parted as he breathed deeper along with you. 

“That’s a good girl,” He whispered, leaning in for a kiss. “You are so beautiful, babygirl.” 

You kissed him back with even more passion than before, and your hands began exploring his body. His chest, down to his toned stomach, and further down… but then he stopped you by grabbing your wrists. 

“Later, baby. I don’t want to rush.” He said. “I’m gonna take my time with you.” He promised. “Now come on, get in the tub. Don’t want you to get too chilly.” He pointed towards the tub and you began walking towards it. When you turned around you found him walking in the other direction, towards the mini bar. 

You turned back around and headed over to the tub finally. You took the beach cover off and stepped in, nearly squealing with how perfectly hot the water was. Once you took your seat and submerged yourself till your shoulders, you noticed Bucky walked over with champagne flutes and a champagne bottle. 

But not just that. He was also not wearing anything other than tight black boxers which left very little to the imagination. You had to turn your head just so you’d look away from the gorgeousness that was this man in front of you.

But of course, he caught the look. “Don’t look away, babygirl.” He said as he stepped in and sat down next to you, his thigh rubbing against yours, “You can look. I don’t mind.” He smirked, and winked at you before popping open the champagne. 

He handed you a flute filled with bubbles and poured one for himself, set the bottle aside and clinked your flutes together. You each took a sip and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and moan at the taste. Expensive champagne always tasted heavenly.  

When you opened your eyes again you found Bucky looking at you intently. 

You smirked and asked, “What?”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. You put up no resistance as you settled onto his thighs, an arm around his neck. “Nothing. Just thinking about how you’ll moan with other things in your mouth.” 

You chuckled. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.” You replied, starting to get a little more playful around him. 

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh?” Then leaned in and kissed your neck, making you giggle and pull away. “You’re ticklish I see.” 

“Please don’t.” You yelped, and laughed as he tickled you even more. Champagne splashed everywhere, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. “Stop!” You cried out in between uncontrollable giggles. Right as you were about to fall off his lap, he finally stopped. Kissing your face multiple times to make up for the tickle attack. Once you calmed down you said, “You’re mean. I think I wanna get off your boat now.” You teased. 

Bucky tightened his arms around you. “No,” He groaned playfully, “I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it. Right now, I promise.” 

One moment you were on his lap, and the next he was lifting you up and sitting you down on the edge of the tub. The handrail was right behind you to support your back, and you giggled as Bucky knelt in the warm water, right in between your thighs. 

“What if someone sees?” You asked, looking around to see if you’d find some of the staff members around the deck. 

Bucky placed both of his hands on your things and got closer to you. “They won’t.” He assured you. “Now come on, spread those legs for daddy.” He demanded, and you obeyed. 

You leaned back into the handrail and parted your legs. Bucky smirked, grabbing the backs of your knees to pull you closer, lowering himself and leaning in until his mouth was right above your core. 

“Don’t even try to hide your moans from me. You hear me?” He questioned, holding your stare. 

You nodded. 

“Say ‘yes daddy’.” 

You squirmed, pushing your hips closer to his mouth involuntarily. “Yes, daddy…” Your words ended on a gasp as he placed his mouth down and licked along your slit through the fabric of your swimsuit. 

He placed a soft kiss right over your throbbing clit before he finally slid the thin fabric to the side and looked up at you, held your stare as his wet tongue licked down your folds. He moaned loudly as he tasted you. “Knew you’d taste like heaven.” He murmured, going in for more. Eager and impatient to make you come all over his tongue. 

Your hands immediately grabbed the back of his neck, fingers sliding into his hair and gently messing up his neatly tied bun. You giggled at the sight, “I’m sorry I’m messing up your hair.” You whispered, followed by gasps of pleasure as he ate you out relentlessly. 

Bucky pulled away for a moment, looking up at you. “I must be doing terrible if you can still speak coherent sentences, babygirl.” He smirked. “I’m sorry, let me do a better job. Hmm?” 

You opened your mouth to tell him that he was just perfect but you ended up whining loudly instead as he parted your wet lips and pushed his tongue deeper into you. You threw your head back, resting it on the handrail as you moaned shamelessly, occasionally giggling as his fingers all over your thighs made you slightly ticklish. 

His warm tongue stroked you so perfectly, and Bucky growled as you lost control, moving your hips instinctively against his mouth as you chased that feeling of pure bliss. 

You whined loudly, goosebumps all over your body. You felt tingles shooting through you as his tongue teased you incessantly. Your fingers tugged harder on his hair, messing it up even more. 

“That’s better, isn’t it?” He murmured, before moving his mouth upward to suck on your throbbing clit. “You look so pretty like this, baby. All open for me to taste, whining and whimpering…” He playfully bit your inner thigh, “What is it?” He asked as another loud moan escaped your mouth. “Too much? You want to come? You want more? What is it, huh? Tell daddy what you want.” 

You just looked down at him, whimpering as you tugged harder on his hair, trying to get his mouth back on you. Your reaction made Bucky chuckle. 

“No,” He cooed, “Use your words, baby.” 

Damn him. 

“Oh please,” You whined, “I want you. I want your mouth… please daddy,” You cried out, trying to clench or rub your thighs together for some kind of friction but his muscular body being between them stopped you from doing that. 

Seeing your desperation only deepened his smirk, and increased the mischief in his eyes. “Such a good girl,” He murmured, biting down on your inner thigh before gently pushing his tongue inside of you again. You whimpered under his agonisingly soft touch. 

Bucky looked up at you as he teased you with his tongue, the intensity of his gaze making you tremble. The sky was getting darker, the stars shining more and more now. And yet, you couldn’t look away from his ocean blue eyes. 

“You’re all mine, babygirl…” he whispered, thrusting his tongue deeper into you. You moaned and whimpered, your body getting warmer and warmer with each touch of his tongue. “Say it.” He demanded, licking up and down your slit, making you grind on his tongue. “Tell me you’ll be mine. Tell me you’re daddy’s good girl.” 

You cried out, “I’m daddy’s good girl…” You felt your walls tighten around nothing, and you knew you were close. 

Bucky could tell as well. “Then come for daddy, babygirl.” He whispered against your skin before biting down on your inner thigh as you whined under him. 

You could only moan and whimper as he kept licking deeper into you. You felt him quicken his pace and you felt the pressure building up in between your hips until you couldn’t handle it anymore and you came undone all over his lips, moaning and whimpering. Humming in satisfaction, Bucky kissed his way up your body again, until he reached your mouth. Carefully, he pulled back into the tub and on his lap as he kissed you deeply. 

The warm water felt heavenly, but nowhere near how good his tongue had felt just seconds ago. You sighed in pleasure through the kiss, and you felt him smiling against your lips before he pulled away to look at you. 

“Where have you been all my life?” He asked, looking no less than a god in that tub. The soft lights made his eyes look ethereal. The darkening sky as a background made him look even more godly. 

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you straddled him. “Stuck in a city I don’t like. Doing a job I hated. Surrounded by people I no longer could relate to.” You joked, hiding the painful truth in your words. 

Of course, he caught the sadness in your eyes. “Well, you’re here with me right now. Forget about the city, the job, and the people.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, he said, “It’s just you and me right now, princess. Just us, and no one else.” 

You smiled, closing your eyes. Warmth from the bubbling water, warmth from his body, the cool breeze, the scent of summer and excitement in the air, it all surrounded you and it couldn’t have been more perfect. 

“More champagne, baby?” He asked, pulling away. 

“No,” You said, giving him a look he knew all too well. “How about we go inside now?” 

Bucky smirked, already moving to grab towels. “Whatever the princess wants.” 

—

You and Bucky made a quick stop in the kitchen found in the lower levels of his yacht, to grab some snacks. You held on to your chocolate fondue and strawberries while he held the other goods. And once you made it to the lovely bedroom, the two of you ended up lounging on the bed, just eating and talking about random stuff. 

“Wait,” You said, swallowing down a mouthful of rich chocolate and strawberry. “You haven’t been in a relationship in over ten years? A whole decade?” You questioned, right after he finished telling you about how he hadn’t. 

Bucky gave you a funny look. “I’m a busy man, babygirl. I didn’t have much time.” 

You frowned, confused. “Well surely you’ve liked someone. Or are you too busy to have a crush and all that?” 

He chuckled, and you along with him. “No, I haven’t. I guess it’s been just work and more work.” 

You sighed and shrugged, reaching for another juicy strawberry, “I can’t even judge you, I haven’t been dating for years either. My last relationship…” You trailed off, “It doesn’t matter, I-,” 

Bucky cut you off by grabbing your arm and pulling you on top of him, making you straddle him again. “No, it matters. Tell me what happened.” His tone was serious, caring, and attentive. 

You sighed again, “Well, it ended badly. We were both too young I suppose, and then he cheated and we were on and off for a while before I ended it a few years ago.” 

Bucky cupped your face, “You deserve so much better than that, baby. You hear me?” 

You nodded, smiling down at him. “Look at me now,” You teased, then finally took a bite out of the strawberry, unintentionally moaning. “Oh fuck…” You whined, “This might be the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.” You said. 

Bucky smirked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, “You know, I could give you something even better to put in your mouth, princess.” 

You swallowed your fruit and smirked down at him. “Oh?” You played along. “What’s that?” 

He caressed your cheek lovingly, “Want daddy to show you?” You nodded enthusiastically. And he said, “Okay, get on your knees, baby.” 

You shifted from his lap to kneel in between his legs and in the meantime, Bucky was undoing the towel from around his waist. The sight of his erection had you almost begging just so you could have a taste. 

“Do you want to take daddy in your mouth and make him feel good, princess? Hmm?” He gently grabbed your chin so you couldn’t look away from him. “Do you want to make daddy come? Make him feel so good that he fills your mouth with his come, baby?” 

You nodded quickly, “Yes. I do.” You couldn’t calm your racing heart as you watched Bucky lean back into the pillows, making himself comfortable while you knelt in between his muscular thighs, his cock pointing up… looking too good not to wrap your mouth around it. 

“Go on then, baby.” Bucky’s hand slid into your hair as you leaned down and took him into your mouth. 

You moaned, with Bucky’s cock in your mouth, at how good he felt. Warm, thick, veiny. 

“Your mouth feels so good, princess,” Bucky cooed, tugging on your hair gently. You looked up at him and took him even further into your mouth. “There we go,” He gasped, “Careful baby, I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

You whined, that caring tone of his driving you insane. Bucky held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, babygirl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He said as you took him in until he hit the back of your throat. “Now be a good girl, and make daddy come.” 

You did as he asked, moaning around his cock and using your hand to play with what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

“Oh princess, you’re so good to daddy.” 

Bucky’s groans and moans were delightful. His head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted slightly as he breathed deeply, occasionally grunting or moaning while you worked to make him come. 

“Just like that, babygirl, come on make me come in that pretty mouth.” 

You could feel the wetness starting to leak from you again. Fuck, this was so hot. The sounds he made, the sounds your mouth made, the desire and warmth washing over you… it was all too much. 

You teased his tip with your tongue, alternating between sucking on it and taking him deep in and out of your mouth until Bucky came with a growl, his grip tightening on your hair for just a moment before he went limp. Chuckling as he emptied into your mouth, and watched you swallow all of him. 

“Fuck, baby…” He groaned, “Come here and give me a kiss.” He said once you pulled him out of your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to climb onto his lap again, pressing your mouth against his. 

You moaned into the kiss, slowly grinding down on his thigh trying to alleviate the sweet pain in between your legs. 

“You’ll be the death of me.” He murmured against your lips, then went in for a kiss again before groaning, “Oh babygirl, daddy’s gotta have you now.” Then he flipped the two of you around, hovering above you as he smiled down at you. 

“Is this okay, babygirl?” He asked, caressing your face lovingly. “You still want daddy to make you feel good?” 

You trailed your hands up and down his muscular back, and nodded. “Yes,�� You smiled up at him, then the chain dangling from his neck caught your eye. Without thinking, you grabbed it in between your teeth and yanked on it playfully. 

Bucky laughed looking down at you. “Is that what you want? The chain?” With one hand he got it off of him and put it over your head, you pulled it down until it rested on your neck. “There,” Bucky said, leaning down to kiss your neck, “First gift from daddy to his princess.” 

You chuckled, “Why thank you,” You pulled him down for a kiss. He deepened the kiss, his hand drifting down in between your bodies, getting rid of the towel that had been hiding your body from him. 

“You are so beautiful,” He whispered against your mouth as his hand touched you everywhere. “Wait, are you on birth control?” He asked. 

You chuckled, “Yes, don’t worry.” 

“Oh fuck, baby I can’t wait.” He groaned, pulling away to look down at you, “Can I fuck you now? Please? Can daddy make you feel good?” 

Your head spun with how badly you wanted him. Especially given how he shamelessly slid his tip up and down your slit. You nodded immediately, “Yes.” You said, “Yes, please.” 

He leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed your skin from your mouth to your neck as he carefully slid into you, so gently. “Tell me if I hurt you, baby.” He breathed into your ear. “Is this okay?” He asked, looking down at you. His pretty blue eyes so caring and gentle. 

You nodded, “I’m okay.” You whispered, feeling warm all over. 

When he pushed even deeper, your walls welcomed him perfectly and he moaned under his breath as he filled you up entirely, inch by inch. You gasped and moaned as he moved so slowly you almost lost your mind. 

Bucky swore. Your warmth wrapped around him, gripping him so perfectly he couldn’t help but just stay still for a moment and just enjoy the feeling of being inside you. “Babygirl, you feel so perfect for daddy. Look at me,” Once you did, he smiled down at you and said, “That’s it, keep your eyes on me while I fuck you, okay? I need to know I’m not hurting you.” He said. 

That only made you wish he’d fuck you like an animal. You groaned, “You’re not hurting me,” You said, “Please, daddy. Please fuck me harder.” 

He chuckled, “There she is,” He whispered into your ear, “You’re daddy’s dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your entwined hands above your head as he sped up into you. Fucking you nice and hard, “Does that feel good, baby? Hmm? Does my pretty princess feel good?” 

You nodded, moaning shamelessly, “Yes… more, more please.” You cried out, throwing your head back as he started rocking in and out of you. 

He leaned in and kissed your lips again, “I said eyes on me, baby.” He groaned, panting against your lips as he fucked you deeper. “Look at me.” 

The air around you got warm again as you met his heated stare, his movements were slightly rougher, but passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting and intimate. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan his name under your breath. 

“Oh babygirl, you’re all mine.” He whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply while he deliberately stroked his cock against your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper even more under him. 

When he pulled away to look down at you, his stare was intense, but loving. His lips were full and swollen as he looked down at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. You felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him. 

He moaned at how tight you felt around his throbbing cock, and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come for me, babygirl…” He whispered, voice strained and gravelly which sent chills down your body. “Come for daddy,” He growled. 

His voice was enough to take you right to the edge. You felt the pressure and the familiar, sweet pain in between your legs, making you gasp for air and your walls clench violently around him. You moaned loudly again, wantonly. 

His hands reached down and grabbed your sides gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other. He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he fucked you relentlessly. 

“Oh baby, you take this cock so well,” He growled into your ear, making your brain all foggy. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful while you take all of me in there, huh?” 

With a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone with a cry of pleasure, gushing out all around him, grinding against him eagerly while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you, filling you up. 

“Fuck,” He gasped, getting off of you quickly and holding you close to him as you caught your breath, “Are you okay, babygirl?” He asked, kissing your head. 

You ended up giggling as you came down from that high. A place so far away that no one ever took you before. “I’m okay,” You said, “I do want some cuddles though.” 

Bucky chuckled, “Whatever my princess wants,” Then pulled you into him, spooning you from behind. “Get some sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up tomorrow.” 

–

The next morning, neither of you could get your hands off each other. So that meant spending half of the day in bed. And by mid-day when you said that maybe he should take you back to the shore, Bucky refused. 

“Just spend another night with me. Please, babygirl.” He begged with those puppy dog eyes. “I’ll take you back to your hotel room tomorrow morning, I promise.” 

– 

He did take you back. But not to drop you, because he had convinced you to check out, take your things and move them to his boat. 

“We’re travelling to the same countries,” He said, “Let's just take the boat and go together.” 

You ended up spending two whole weeks with him after that conversation. Going into the third week, you forgot all about real life. All that existed were these perfect days with Bucky; sailing around Europe, watching sunsets and sunrises and stargazing, having amazing sex, and repeat. 

–

Reality hit you like a freight train one night when you finally remembered to charge your phone and realised that you had forgotten to update your friends and family about your location and whose company you were in. You scrolled through the endless missed calls, emails, and unanswered texts, and quickly responded to some of them. 

You didn’t get much sleep that night, not only because Bucky kept you up until the early hours of the morning, but because you were scared of having to get back to the real world. 

Bucky found you out on the main deck that morning. You leaned against the handrail, looking at the sun that would rise in a few minutes, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He stayed a few steps back, just admiring you. 

But you knew he was there. You could always tell he was watching. So you looked over your shoulder and gave him a smile, “Good morning, handsome.” 

He rushed over and wrapped his arms around you. “I can’t get over how good you look in my clothes.” And when you didn’t respond with something sassy as usual, Bucky knew something was wrong. “What is it, baby? Are you okay?” 

You turned to face him instead of the sunrise, and just said it. “I should go back home. I’ve been away for longer than I should’ve been.” You watched how he frowned at you, his eyes still a little sleepy. His hair was tied into a messy, low bun. 

You knew you’d never be able to forget this man. Even if you go back home and get sucked back into a cycle you wanted no part of. You couldn’t help but touch his face gently, caressing his cheek. 

“But,” He said, a little confused still, “We’re having fun, aren’t we, baby?” He leaned closer, holding you tighter. “You can stay. You should stay, you hate that city.” 

You nodded, “I know. But I can’t stay here forever, Buck.” It hurt to even say it. 

“Why not?” He argued. “I’ll take care of you. Haven’t I been taking care of you?” He questioned, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Please babygirl, don’t leave me.” 

You gasped softly as he kissed and nibbled on your skin, his mouth moving all over your neck. “I.. I need to go home at some point.” You said. 

Bucky pulled away to look at you. The sky began to get lighter. His eyes still shone like jewels. “And where’s that?” He asked. “Where’s home, baby? Hmm? In that city you don’t like? Surrounded by people you can’t relate to? Stuck in some job you hate?” He returned the words you’d said to him the night you first met. 

And for some reason, that made you tear up. The thought of the life before him. “I… I don’t know.” You said, lips quivering as a tear fell down your cheek. 

He quickly wiped your tears away, “Baby…” He whispered, “That’s not a home, princess. Home is supposed to feel warm, free, and happy. Are you happy or free in that city?” 

You shook your head. “No,” You sniffled. “But I can’t just keep running.”  

“Just be with me. Here.” He said. “This isn’t running, this is us having fun.” 

“Well, you’ll have to go back to real life at some point too. What then?” You asked. 

He gave you a smile, “I’ll take you with me when I do, princess.” 

You scoffed, “Bucky, I’m serious.” You said.

“So am I.” He insisted. “Stay with me, babygirl. I’ll take care of you. You know I will.” 

You sighed, and wiped away your own tears. “And then what? Make you my sugar daddy?” You joked. 

“Like that’s such a horrible thing.” He argued. 

You rolled your eyes at him, tried to get out of his arms but he wouldn’t let you. You faced him again, “I can’t do that.” 

“This is gonna work.” He insisted again. “Just stay with me.” 

“We’ve known each other for mere weeks.” You said, thinking back on how these mere week have been some of the best days of your entire life. 

Bucky gave you a wise smile, and said calmly, “I’ve been in relationships that have lasted months, and even years, and yet no one has ever made me feel the way you did these past few weeks.” 

You shed another tear, “I’m a mess, Buck. I don’t even have a job.” You chuckled humorlessly, then sniffled. 

“I’ll get you a job.” He offered. 

“No.” 

“No?” 

“No.”

“Okay then, whatever you want, princess.” He said, holding you close. “But I can't let you go. I won’t.” 

“You’re awfully stubborn.” You whispered, hiding your face into the crook of his warm neck. 

“Stay with me.” 

“Bucky…” 

“Baby.” 

“What am I gonna tell my parents?” You questioned. “Oh I found a really kind, charming and handsome older guy who took me on a nice ride on his nice boat and I think I’m gonna move in and start living with him?” 

Bucky chuckled. “I took you on more than just a ride on my boat.” 

You shoved him playfully. Then relaxed into his arms again. “I’m scared, Buck.” You admitted. 

“I’m not.” He said firmly. “Baby, we’ll figure it out. Tell me you don’t want this. Look me in the eyes and tell me you wanna leave what we have right now and go back to the city.” He pulled away to look at you. “Tell me that truthfully, and I’ll let you go. Can you do that?” 

You sighed, tears filling your eyes again. “No,” You whispered. “I don’t wanna go.” You said, “But I’m scared.” 

“Shh,” He hugged you close again. “I’ve got you, babygirl.” 

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, breathed in his scent and wanted to cry some more because this man was so dreamy. “What if you stop liking me?” 

“Hey.” He chided playfully. 

“I’m just saying. What if?” 

Bucky pulled away to look down at you again, “Why would you ask me that? Is it really that hard to believe that I love you? Haven’t I shown it to you these past weeks?” He questioned. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh. You love me?” You didn’t mean for it to sound like you were teasing him, but it did. 

Bucky rolled his eyes. Whispering under his breath, “You’re such a brat.” As he tried to pull away, you tightened your arms around him to stop him. 

“No, no, don't go anywhere.” You chuckled at the expression on his face. “Tell me more about how much you love me.” 

He gave you a kind smile, leaned down to kiss your forehead and whispered, “How about I show you?” 

So you let him show you. And you stayed. 

And the life you had together couldn’t have been more perfect.

[vanillawurld]

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✧.* Request- @cvmtitss

"Hey, my first time requesting you! I was wondering if you could do a joost w a fem reader where she's famous as well and she has a concert but doesn't think joost can make it due to him being busy or she thinks he has a tour and he comes back early without telling her. And so while she's performing the music, either suddenly changes or turns off and then she turns around and sees joost like proposing overall it js seems rlly cute and fluffy ❤️"

✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Musician! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - fluff

✧.* Summary - Joost proposes to the love of his life while she is performing on stage in front of thousands of fans.

✧.* Extra- The reader's performance will be inspired by Kali Uchis' stage performance at Lollapalooza in Brazil (2023) because i'm obsessed with that fucking performance LMAO but if you guys don't like it, ofc change it up for your own imagination. Also highlighted parts are dutch.

✧.* Word Count - 1,442

It was one of the last tours that (Y/N) was doing and she decided to add the cherry on top in Brazil. She had everything ready to go. Her crew, her outfits, the stage, but she was missing one important thing. Her man. Joost was always there to support (Y/N) at her concerts. Whether it was on stage performing with her or watching her with heart eyes behind the scenes. This time, he was on his own tour in Europe, which was what (Y/N) thought.

It was a couple hours before the show was about to start and (Y/N) was starting to get ready while being on the phone with Joost. l “I’m really sad you aren’t here with me, my love,” she expressed.

She heard Joost softly chuckle on the other line. “I know, honey. I wish I was there with you. I love watching you sing and dance, but this is your last show and I finish mine next week. We’ll see each other soon, very soon, gorgeous.”

(Y/N) was content to hear that. She couldn’t wait to see her lover. “I know, im so excited to see you again. Anyways, I got to go. My stylist just arrived,” She blew him a kiss and ended the call with ‘I love you’ one of the few phrases she knows in dutch.

Mine while, in a small town in Brazil, Joost made a plan to get to where (Y/N) was performing and get on his knee to pop that one particular question he’s been waiting to ask her. He landed there a couple days before (Y/N) was set to perform. He presented his plan to his crew and they immediately were on board to help him. His social media crew helped give the allusion to the media that Joost was still in Europe. He had it all planned out carefully and it was all going smoothly. The only thing getting in his way was time. He had to wait a good couple of hours to sneak into her set.

Joost managed to get (Y/N)’s manager’s number and immediately called him. A couple rings pass by until he heard the sound of the other line getting picked up. “Hello?” he heard the voice of (Y/N)’s manager say.

“Hey, what’s up man, it’s Joost. Can I facetime you real quick?” Joost asked.

“Yeah man,” the manager said. They quickly switched to facetime to talk “face to face” (virtually).

“You will never guess where I am at,” Joost said in a jokingly manner. He turned the camera to a small flag of Brazil and giggled.

“Are you serious? That’s awesome, dude, welcome. Does (Y/N) know you’re here?” the manager asked. Joost turned his camera back on his face and shook his head, saying no.

“No, and we need to keep it that way because…” Joost picked up a small black box and opened it. It revealed beautiful gold ring with the most alluring diamond on top to show the camera.

The manager let out a happy laugh, “That’s fucking awesome, man. Are you going to ask her after her show?”

“No, I’m going to ask her during her show, on stage. And that’s why I called to ask you if you can sneak me on set and not tell her. I want this to be special to her,” Joost replied.

“100% we’ll let you on stage and hide you. (Y/N) is going to love every second of whatever you plan to do. Uh, yeah, alright i’ll alert everyone about the plan and let you know when she arrives at the stadium” the manager said. Joost gave him a quick thank you and goodbye before hanging up the call. He did a small fist pump and smiled. Now the only thing to do was wait.

Seconds gradually turned to minutes, at least that’s what Joost felt. The more he had to wait, the more he was desperate. It felt like the universe was doing that on purpose to test him. It was killing him. He couldn’t wait to see his lover. His beauty. His woman. His everything.

When the time finally hit, Joost practically dashed out his hotel room and jogged towards the elevator. Him and his crew he took got taxis and they were finally on their way to the stadium. The drive was filled with laughter, smiles, and conversations. Joost knew how to light up a room, so him preparing to do one of the best things ever made everything 10 times better. Even the driver was joining in on the good time.

Joost finally made it to the stadium. His heart realized what was about to happen and started beating faster. There was a lot of fans and reporters there that he had to ignore. Joost always loved to talk to his fans but, at that very moment he couldn’t blow his cover. He needed this to be a surprise.

The backstage crew immediately went into action when Joost stepped foot in the stadium backstage. They did everything in their power to hide Joost and distract (Y/N). Joost would watch his girl from a far and fall in love even more. Her beauty always made him fall to his knees.

It was finally time for (Y/N) to perform. She went on stage with her backup dancers and got into position. They covered (Y/N)’s frame with giant white feathers, like if she was an elegant swan. She was able to hear her adoring fans and got butterflies in her stomach. She heard her fans already cheering even though they couldn’t see anything on stage due to it being pitch black. She loved every moment of it all. It was finally time to wrap this all up.

She heard the introduction music and narrator speak. She turned to her back up dancers and smiled, “You guys ready?” she asked. They all nodded and asked if she was ready, not knowing that question had a double meaning. She said yes with a big smile on her face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present the one and only, the elegant, the heart stealer. Everyone here, please welcome, (Y/N)!”

The dancers pulled back the feathers, revealing (Y/N) and everyone cheered. She was finally performing. Meanwhile, Joost was backstage watching the beautiful performance. He got the little box ready and was preparing himself. He watched as (Y/N) sang, danced, performed with her life. He always loved that about her, she always knew how to put up a performance.

Joost saw the fans go wild and it was just the very first song. They all sang along like it was karaoke and dances to the beats. He watched his favorite girl with heart eyes and before he knew it, the song was about to come to an end. It was finally time to do what he always wanted to do. He told the crew to signal the DJ to prepare to lower the music.

As (Y/N) was about to finish her song, the music lowered and cut off all together. She thought it was a mistake so she improvised and continued singing the song. She didn’t want to disappoint her fans. That was until she heard her fans scream even louder. She got confused and was wondering why everyone was going crazy until she saw some fans in the crowd point behind her.

(Y/N) turned around and saw her man, on one knee with a box containing a beautiful gold ring with a gorgeous diamond showing. (Y/N) couldn’t believe her eyes. She covered her mouth in shock and started tearing up. It took her a couple of seconds before she said yes. She watched as Joost put the ring on her finger with a huge smile on his face. Joost got up and hug her tight.

In that moment, it’s like everything and everyone disappeared. All that mattered was Joost and his lover. “I can’t believe you did all of that, and for me?!” she said to him.

“Of course I did it all for you, my love. You’re the only woman I love and you are my everything,” he replied. Joost gave (Y/N) a kiss on her lips and pulled away to look at her, “I'm going to stay on stage with you and watch because you look like a goddess when you’re performing.”

Joost took the microphone from (Y/N) and turned to the audience, “Brasil! Prepare for this woman to have a new last name! (Y/N) Klein!” The audience erupted in massive roar-like cheers. The soon-to-be newlyweds gave each other one last kiss before a new song played, signaling (Y/N) to continue the show.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

Hey peoples i hope you liked this im so in love with this man </3 i like writing to muscian readers cuz then I can add what artist I wanna be like (ariana grande, kali uchis, lana del rey, etc etc)

[lon3rlife]

Why wasn’t I invited?

Rick Sanchez x Fem!Reader

You and some friends go on a trip, but Rick can’t stand to be away from you (Aka Rick being clingy and soft for once)

You’re in your apartment doing some last minute packing that you have been procrastinating on for days. You go through your closet trying to figure out how you’re going to fit a week of clothes into 1 suitcase and a carry on bag. As you throw some clothes onto your bed that you’ll fold later, you turn to see a green portal appear and your boyfriend walking into the room rambling on about something that you’re to busy to even be paying attention to.

“Woah baby it looks like a fucking tornado went through this place. Why the hell are you packing a suitcase? Where are we going?” He asks taking a quick swig out of his flask

“What do you mean we? I’ve been telling you about this trip for weeks.” You say annoyed that he obviously didn’t listen when you were going on about your excitement for your trip. You and some old friends are going to Europe for a week on a girls trip, you are actually pretty excited to get away for a bit and spend some time catching up with people you haven’t seen in years.

“Wait-where are you going? Why wasn’t I invited? Who’s going to be going? How long are you going for? When do you leave?” He spits out a million questions at once

“Did you seriously not listen to me when I was telling you?” You say aggravated as you attempt to fit more clothes into your already full suitcase

“N-no I didn’t, I was doing something important and I didn’t think you would be going without me.” He continues on but you’re to annoyed to deal with him right now.

“Listen I’m leaving tomorrow morning can you at least drive me to the airport?” You ask in a final attempt to resolve this situation.

“Y-yeah of course. Can I spend the night tonight? I mean I haven’t gone two days without seeing you since we met and I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep without you.”

As you fall asleep you hear Rick mumble something about not wanting you to leave, but you’re too tired to be able to fully make out what it was.

The alarm goes off at 6am sharp. You try to get up but Ricks arms are firmly wrapped around your waist with his face nuzzled into your hair.

“Rick come on the plane leaves in an hour and a half.” You say secretly enjoying this rare moment of affection.

“Five minutes.” He mumbles

“Two”

“Fine”

You lay down closing your eyes for a minute and turn to face him. You give him a quick kiss and pull yourself off of him, and rush to the bathroom to get ready and make sure you have everything.

After some hustling around the apartment to get everything you need Rick sleepily gets out of bed and you guys drive to the airport. As he’s driving you he’s very quiet. You’re not to surprised at his silence due to his anxiety over you leaving but it still worries you a bit.

“Well I’ve really got to go.” You say giving Rick a gentle kiss goodbye as the final call for your plane is announced.

He wraps you in a very firm but gentle hug, resting his chin on your head.

“Im going to miss you.” He says as you walk off

The trip is great. You catch up with people you haven’t seen in years, you get to visit places you’ve always wanted to, you spend way to much money getting souvenirs for Rick and the Smith family, and get time to relax alone as well.

Being in a relationship with Rick is not easy. You guys are constantly on an adventure or working on something new. It’s pretty nice to not have to worry about yours, your boyfriend, or his grandsons life being threatened for once and you have time just to relax and have a bit of fun.

By day 4 of the trip though, you’re pretty exhausted. The constant sightseeing and social interaction is pretty tough, but you’re still having a great time. You go to bed around 8 to catch up on some well needed rest.

You don’t know what time it was, but it was very late. Your friend who you’re sharing a room with is sound asleep on the pull out couch in the room.

Out of the darkness of the room an all to familiar sound of the glowing green portal appeared out of the pitch black of the room.

“Rick what the hell are you doing here???” You whisper scream trying not to wake your sleeping friend up.

“I haven’t been able to sleep without you. Please can I stay here for the night I’ll be out before anyone wakes up and if your friend wakes up I’ll erase her memory no big deal.” He says way too casually.

“Jesus Rick. Okay just tonight, and you have to be up before she wakes up.” You say still disoriented and tired.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness some more and by the faint glow of the moon you can see the sleep deprivation and stress on Rick’s face even more so than usual. The second he gets into the bed he wraps his arms around you he practically melts into you. You feel his muscles relax and his breathing slow. His arms resting on your lower abdomen and he’s asleep almost instantly. You feel a little sad seeing him curled up on you sleeping so peacefully after obviously not being good mentally for the past few days. After a bit of laying down sinking in this moment you end up drifting off.

You awake abruptly just as the sun is about to rise hoping that your friend didn’t wake up, but you open your eyes to find her still passed out on the couch. You turn to face Rick, who is sound asleep lightly snoring with his long arms still wrapped around you.

“Rick you need to get up.” You say in a loud whisper.

“Mhm.” He grunts sleepily

“Seriously Rick you can’t just crash a girls trip unannounced.”

He pulls you closer and you try to figure out a way to get him out of the bed before your friend wakes up.

“How about we go walk down the street, get some breakfast and watch the sunrise?” You say desperately hoping that will get him up

“Okay.” He says finally opening his eyes

You guys head down to the café to get some breakfast and sit out on a park bench to watch the sunrise.

You check your phone to realize you have completely lost track of time and was supposed to meet your friends in the hotel lobby 15 minutes ago.

“Shit Rick I really need to leave. Please take care of yourself I’ll be home in 3 days, and then we can spend as much time together as you want.” You say rushing to get your stuff together

“Orrr I can just meet you tonight?” Rick asks hopefully, with a face you really can’t resist.

“Okay but you need to leave before sunrise.” You say giving him a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying to meet your friends.

[justananxiousweirdo]

Joost Klein x Interviewer Reader

Joost finds himself attracted to the person interviewing him

I shook out my nerves and wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. I was about to interview the Joost Klein. I was both nervous and excited. I’ve been a fan of him a short period of time before Eurovision began and had developed the slightest crush on him over the last year or so. And when I say slightest I’m totally lying, it’s a major crush. Exempt from the fact I’ve never met him (yet) I have the biggest crush on the albino boy. My producer knocked on my dressing room door reminding me my show starts in five. Trying to remain professional might be hard but I have to. Even of the Joost is going to be on my show. Feelings be gone; I have an interview to do.

“Hellllllooooo Europe! How is everyone tonight!” The crowd erupted with cheers as I walked to my chair. “You’re here with your host Y/N Y/L/N! Tonight we have a very special guest, everyone give it up for the Europapa! JOOOOOOST KLEIN!” I always feel like some sort of sports announcer when I introduce my guests I love it.

Joost walked out waving to the crowd and I stood to hug him. He smelled amazing like expensive cologne, cigarettes, and something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. But the mix smelled wonderful. “So, Joost, you’ve been a musician for quite some time now, what’s it like stepping from your much smaller, personal label out to something as big as Eurovision?”

“It’s an honor. I’m honored to have been chosen as my countries representative. I told my dad that one day I’d get on the stage and make him proud.”

“I’m sure your father is very proud of you Joost.” Joost seemed rather out of it and I was worried I started off too personal. I really didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable. “Well, the fans certainly love you and are more than glad you stepped out onto that stage. If you had one message to deliver to all your fans what would it be?”

Joost raised his eyebrows and thought for a second, “I love you all. Without you guys I could have never gotten as far as I have. Thank you all so very much.”

“Touching.” Did that sound sarcastic? I think that sounded sarcastic it wasn’t meant to. The one chance I get to spend with the guy I’ve had the fattest crush for this long and he’s going to think I’m a jerk. Great. The rest of the interview went fairly well I stuck to the regular questions like what’s your biggest inspiration, what’s it like being gone for so long, all those sorts of questions. Joosts answers were all very sincere and the crush I had on him was only growing. But he seemed off and distracted the whole interview I really just hoped I wasn’t boring him or making him uncomfortable. “That’s all the time we have for tonight. Is there anything you’d like to say Joost?”

“Just: 12 POINTS TO THE NETHERLANDS!!” He shouted and got up to kiss a camera.

I covered my smile with my hand breathing deeply to try to keep my composure while we were still live, and in front of an audience. Joost walked along the audience signing things and taking pictures as soon as the cameras cut. He really cared for his fans it was very admirable. And adorable. People eventually had to leave and Joost headed back to the dressing rooms. I went back a little before Joost did and I began changing into my regular clothes when there was a knock at my door. I quickly through on a tee shirt before answering to see a vase of sunflowers and blue roses with a small card. I thought it was cute he sent me flowers with his signature colors. I set the flowers on my desk and opened the note:

Y/L Y/L/N,

I enjoyed meeting you very much. I’ve been a fan or yours for quite a while and to say that I’ve made in on your show is both an honor and a pleasure. I had a wonderful time, you really are as nice in person as you are on TV. I admire that. I admire you. Thank you for inviting me onto your show. Love,

Joost Klein

I smiled after reading it. He really is as sweet as they say. I went to knock on his door to thank him but it was left open and no one was in there. I feared I missed him before I headed out to see him smoking.

“Thank you.”

Joost jumped and I stifled a laugh.

“No, thank you.”

“You already thanked me.”

“Well, I can’t thank you enough.”

“You really are as sweet as they say.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re admirable Joost.”

Joost tossed his cigarette bud to the side and stomped it out. Turned to face me, “as are you.”

Our eyes locked before his drifted down to my lips and then back up again. I felt my face heating up as he stepped closer leaning down. My heart beat quickened. The world seemed to slow down as we met each other for a kiss. His hand cradled the side of my face the other resting on the small of my back. My hands reached up to the back of his neck, my fingers toying with the ends of his mullet. He pulled away with the biggest smile on his face.

“I heard of this coffee place down the street-“ a bright flash cut him off.

“OHMYGODJOOSTKLEINANDY/NY/L/NCONFIRMED??!” Some teenaged girl screamed before running off emitting a chuckle from Joost.

I just stood there surprised. Joost’s laugh was contagious and I soon fell victim to the laughter. As soon as I was able to breathe again I offered my hand to him, “coffee sounds lovely.”

“Good.”

AN: I wrote this very differently than anything I’ve ever written before. I actually hate writing in first person but I figured I’d give it a shot.

[crazyinlovewithbucky]

“Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky came home after a 2-month mission in Europe and you were so excited to see him that you couldn’t even wait for dinner.

Warnings: +18 pure smut, bj, oral (m receiving), reader showing dom side, dom bucky, some fluff, kneeling, mascara running tears, daddy kink, braiding, just nothing but smut

This smut was heavily inspired by Peppers by Lana Del Rey (ft. Tommy Genesis)

AU/N: hey guy, hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed it **wink wink**. English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything. I was literally listening to Peppers by Lana and I imagined this scenario with Bucky/sebastian stan because I'm so in love with him that I wanna treat him right like this :’). hope you enjoy it xo

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You were sitting in your bed, holding your phone, staring at the last text message your boyfriend Bucky sent you. “I’m in the elevator going up now bunny, be there in 2 mins xo”. You were so excited. It was your first time seeing each other after nearly 2 months as he was on a very tough mission in Europe. You promised him a lot of surprises when he comes back. And now he’s only 1 minute away and you’re dressed in your new sexy black lingerie lace matching set that hugs your curves perfectly, especially your breast.

You heard his keys juggling and the front door of your shared apartment opening. You jumped quickly from the bed and wore your long silk black rope that matches your lace lingerie set. you ran quickly to meet him and when you first looked at him, you felt so much joy and excitement that you couldn’t control your body and you started jumping towards him until you reached him and jumped on him, hugging him tightly and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Oh, that’s my little bunny” he laughed while hugging you tightly.

“I missed you so so much bucky you have no idea” you whined in his left ear.

“Gosh, Y/N. I missed you ways more I swear. Can’t believe I’m holding you in my arms now. Fuck, it’s been too long, sweetheart.” he wrapped his metal arm around your waist, and his right arm wrapped around your neck and he’s burying his head in your neck, sniffing and drowning in your fresh smell and your coconut-scented hair.

He walked towards the kitchen island while you were still hugging him and practically hanging on him like a koala bear. He placed you down on the island then he looked at you softly. Smiling like crazy, you and him. He leaned down to kiss you and you couldn’t help yourself but kiss him hard and passionately. Your kiss deepened and he started to explore your body with his hands. You knew where this is going but you had to stop him, you didn’t want to do it in the kitchen after you had multiple plans for the day and how and where you were going to do it.

You pushed him away slightly and started breathing hard after you broke the kiss. “Not now bucky, be patient.” he frowned and you chuckled. “I have a lot of plans for you. but first, let’s feed you” You hopped up from the island and you were going near the oven but he stopped and cornered you again.

“Yeah, you’ll feed me for sure.” He started kissing and biting your neck slightly. “you’re my food for today, bunny” he whispered in your ear then proceeded to open your rope while suckling on your neck.

“No no no no big boy.” you chuckled and managed to escape his grip and went directly to the oven as his favorite meal is getting warmed up in there. “hot shower first, then food, then I’m all yours all day and night long.” You turned to him, facing him and smirking.

“Promise?” he tilted his head while smiling, looking at you up and down.

“Cross my heart” you smiled back at him. “Now go. The shower is all set up with fresh towels and your favorite musk shower gel. The food will be ready on the table when you’re done, baby boy.” you went up to him and gave him a sweet small kiss on the lips while he squeezed your ass a little. You chuckled and gave him another kiss.

“Fine, bunny. Be back in 5 minutes.” He winked at you and went to the bathroom as you promised. There were fresh towels and his favorite musk shower gel. He undressed quickly and hopped in the shower and let the hot water cleanse all the dirt and the impacts of the mission out of his body. He felt so relaxed and at home. You were his home. He thought.

The dinner was set on the table and everything was perfect but Bucky was a little later than usual. he’s been in the shower for over 10 minutes now and it usually doesn’t take him that much time. You started to get concerned and moved to the bathroom in your bedroom and the door with open widely. You widened your eyes a bit at the sight in front of you. Bucky’s back in front of you while he’s combing his hair in the mirror with nothing on his body except for a white towel hugging his hips, covering his lower body. His upper body was shining still from the water. He saw you looking at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“Like what you see, doll?” he grinned at you while still looking at you through the mirror.

You smirked at him. “Oh I like it very much Daddy” You were moving closer to him and he turned to you and moved closer too. His gaze darkened and his eyes were focused on your lips. “I will even show you how much I like it, my strong big daddy,” you said very seductively as you took your rope off and moved your hands in a very seductive way over your body. moving them from your neck and slowly down to your chest and then your stomach, to right down to your clothed clit.

“You know what brats like you get, bunny.” his breath heaved as his eyes kept roaming your body like a hungry animal.

“Spanked. I know” you chuckled darkly. “But you know what hot super soldiers like you get?” you kneeled in front of him while locking your eyes with his. Never breaking eye contact.

“Hhmm?” he never broke eye contact with you too. Eager and excited as he’s witnessing this new side of you.

“Their dicks sucked,” you smirked devilishly while removing the towel from around his waist as it fell on the ground around his feet. You were met with his cock and you gasped slightly at how hard it was, with his red leaking tip.

“Fuck, doll. You’re going to kill me” he breathed hard as you wrapped your hand around his length and started to pump slowly. You started to give the tip some kitten licks then proceeded to lick it all over. You placed both of your hands on his knees as you started to suck his cock slowly and push it down your throat inch by inch.

He moaned loudly and groaned at the sensation. “Fuck bunny it’s been too long. I’m not sure if I’m going to last long”. he looked down at you, moving your head and sucking hard on his cock while hallowing your mouth. your hair started to get in the way of your face. He brushed it away with his fingers and held it in a makeshift ponytail. He started to push you deeper on his cock and proceeded to fuck your mouth at a steady pace. You started to gag and tears now falling from your eyes, ruining your mascara.

He pulled you out with a pop and you breathed heavily. “your hair keeps getting in the way, love.” he brushed the sticky hair on your forehead due to the sweat and kept trying to pull it all together in his fist. “I don't wanna hurt you by pulling it that hard” He ran his thumb over your mouth and wiped the spit then he started wiping the black tears running down your cheeks.

“Then braid it, Daddy” You were panting and stroking his cock while looking into his eyes. He pulled your hair one last time and started to braid it. You gave the tip of his cock a couple of licks before sucking on his cock again and using your tongue to lick the long stripes on its veins.

You can hear him groaning and playing with your hair while braiding it. You can feel him struggling to focus on braiding your hair as -from what he feels like- you’re sucking the life out of him. “Bunny, I’m close” his groans and moans made you moan against him. Your muffled moans sent vibrations through his cock which made him groan louder. “F-Fuck” he closed his eyes and lift his neck up, moaning and groaning loudly so the gods above can hear what you were doing to him.

You were his bunny, his doll, his baby girl, his whore, his own little pornstar. The things you do to him, the new ways of pleasure you make him experience, your body, your mouth, your face, your hair, all of that. All of that feels like heaven to him. You make him reach the stars and sometimes you make him feel like a fucking god with how you use your body to please him and make him feel satisfied. The waves of pleasure you crash him with are indescribable. At least that’s how he feels now. No one ever made him feel what you’re making him feel.

He gasped suddenly as you started to massage and squeeze his balls with your right hand as your left hand is still resting on his knee. That’s it. Without any single word, he moaned the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard a man make. It felt like it was coming straight from his core. He shot ropes and ropes of cum inside your mouth and into your throat. It was too much for you, you had to pull out as you felt like it was choking you. He couldn’t control himself at all as the cum continued to burst out of him and it smeared all over his face and chest. You moaned as the warm liquid hit your skin and filled your mouth.

You swallowed and wiped the liquid from your face and licked it off of your fingers. He opened his eyes to that sight as he was panting. You smirked at him while licking your middle finger, cleaning it from cum and mess he made.

He pulled you up from the ground and into your feet. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said then he pulled you into a hot passionate kiss that was filled with hunger. He moaned as he tasted himself all over your mouth and your tongue. he bit and licked your bottom lip hungrily. You both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other at that point as your hunger kept growing.

He picked you up and walked to the edge of the bed, never pulling away from making out with you. He threw you on the bed and you gasped. “Thank you for the beautiful dinner, bunny. I’m sure I would’ve loved it. But I’m feasting on you tonight.” He held your left ankle and pulled you towards him. “Tonight, you’re my sex doll. I’ll fuck you whenever and however I want, understand?” he tore your brand new lace bra and threw it across the room and bit your left nipple hard, and sucked on it. You gasped and moaned loudly at the pain that was mixed with pleasure. Your panties are damp and soaked at this point that it became very uncomfortable for you to keep them on.

He pulled his head up to look at you. “I said, do you understand?” he looked all kinds of a sex-crazed person right now. His blue eyes were dark and full of lust and hunger and his lips were so red from all the biting and kissing.

“Yes.” you nodded as you were breathing hard and your hands are exploring his broad shoulders and muscled back. His back muscles were still tense even after the intense orgasm he had a minute ago. That was enough for you to know that he hadn’t had enough and you’re up for a very long ride now with him.

“Yes, what?” he sat on his knees on the bed while pinching and squeezing your inner thighs roughly. You’re a moaning mess by now and so eager for him to pinch and touch you in the place you needed him most. He was very close to it by now but you know he was such a terrible tease when it came to these situations.

“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy, do something. I’m soaked” You gasped and moaned loudly as you opened your legs wider for him to smell and sense your arousal through your panties. You can’t think straight anymore. You just want him to fuck you and keep fucking you till you’re passed out.

“Just because you said please, doll” he ripped off your panties with one quick move with his metal hand and you gasped hard as your wet soaked cunt met the cold air and you were on full display for him now. Soaked wet whore with her legs wide open, waiting for her daddy to fuck her brains out.

Let’s just say that it was a very long night and you called in “sick” the next day from work as you couldn’t move your limbs or walk for days. And your boyfriend Bucky, kept his promise. You were his own sex doll throughout the weekend. He practically fucked you everywhere in your shared apartment, even on the laundry machine. You both literally shared the same sex fantasies and everything and had so much chemistry when it came to sex. It’s like you both were actual soulmates.

[kivino]

Platonic!Task Force 141 x Eastern European!Reader

Word Counter – ~1.9k

Summary – a compilation of headcanons about how reader’s Eastern European background would affect interactions with Task Force 141 during an undercover mission together.

Tags/Warnings – Gn!reader, Eastern European!reader (obviously), Platonic!TF141, fluff, mostly.

A/n – RUSSIANS DNI (this is a personal boundary, so I ask you to respect it, if you don’t like it just scroll past this post). Very self-indulgent. Just showing more love to my fellow Eastern European readers. Since it is mostly based on my own experience growing up as a Ukrainian, I’m sorry if certain things don’t resonate with you! This whole thing was made for fun and fun only.

So, let’s assume our beloved Task Force needs to go undercover to get some information on Makarov and his merry band of goons. Obviously, they can’t do it without at least one team member, who is familiar with the way of living in Eastern Europe. So, naturally, Laswell introduces you to them – born and raised there, ready to help them and stop your sworn enemy from escalating an already pretty shitty situation.

“So, allow me to introduce your new team member for the duration of this mission” Laswell nods to the door when you walk in, saying your name and callsign, already catching some looks full of curiosity from Task Force 141.

First thing they noticed about you? Resting bitch face for days. Who needs a mask when you have a death stare that will give the heebie-jeebies to most if not all of your teammates? However, they feel even more taken aback when you suddenly greet them with a warm, welcoming smile and a firm handshake, not a trace of that sour expression on your face.

One would think that you’d spend hours preparing four of them for the mission by teaching them language, helping to memorize names and faces of contacts, Makarov’s trusted allies, and potential targets. Naturally, you did your job, but those precious hours were also spent with you standing next to a whiteboard, ranting about the politics and societal issues of your country, explaining certain national jokes, and teaching them swear words or poetry you studied at school. But hey, they’re not complaining (maybe a little).  

They were skeptical about this whole deal at first. However, there was a shared understanding between the four of them that they needed to do whatever it took to stop the spreading of Makarov’s influence and diminish his resources in other countries. With time, however, they’ve found things that made their life in a completely new environment a bit more enjoyable and interesting.

Soap would pick up on your native language the fastest out of the Task Force. Under all these jokes and goofiness Johnny’s a smart guy, inquisitive as hell too, which makes a pretty good mix. He’d try to write down how you pronounce things in his sketchbook, dedicating pages upon pages to making a small vocabulary of what you say, searching up the translations of words any chance he gets. Convinces himself that it just helps him to get more into his new way of life, and not at all because he likes seeing you all excited when he slips a word in your language somewhere in the conversation.

“So how do you say it?” he points to the sentence, messily scribbled on the page with the ballpoint pen he slipped from Gaz. There is a slight frown between your brows – the word looks unfamiliar, more like gibberish than something in your language. You can practically feel the gears in your head screech and come to a halt as you drill Soap’s handwriting with your eyes.

“Oh, wait. You made a mistake here. No wonder I have no idea what this is.” You quickly take the pen and scratch the right version of the word on the paper, while Johnny chuckles at your brutal honesty. He doesn’t say anything though. Some time passes and you’re already correcting other words he wrote down, explaining the right way to say them. And you can feel a pleasant warmth spread in your chest when you can see Soap’s utmost attention directed at you.

Johnny can’t help but feel that moments like these were somewhat of a way to bond for you two. He’d jokingly offer to give you some Scottish classes each time you playfully flick him on the forehead for a word he pronounced wrong. He never expected you to take him up on the offer until the five of you got stuck in a countryside safehouse and essentially had nothing to do while waiting.

On the topic of Eastern European countryside, Price is not an old man by any measure, man’s not even forty yet, but it would grow so massively on him that it’s concerning. When you finally got a good, reliable contact that gave you some useful information you had to lay low for some time in a safe house not far from one of many Makarov’s places where the next weapon deal would be held. And while you waited several days for his people to show up there, obviously almost all of you were bored out of your minds. Not Price though. The man went exploring. Of course, taking you with him (he only wanted company on his small journey through the cozy countryside, don’t blame him).

Soon enough, during your walk you two come across the abundance of berry bushes and fruit trees everywhere, and while you pick something to munch on from them constantly, Price only scolds you. You smirk in response, giving him a handful of ripe mulberries, your lips and fingers now a dark red color from the juice.  

“It’s going to rot if nobody eats it. People who plant these trees would rather someone enjoy them instead of fruits just falling on the ground, getting squished, and going to waste.” And Price takes note of that with a small smile. Soon enough the two of you find a spring the whole village uses, a willow standing tall beside it, providing shade for you two to rest, chat a bit, and cool yourself off with fresh water. The fact that there are not many people around also doesn’t miss him. It’s quiet and peaceful, Price finally feels like he has room to breathe with his whole chest.

“You know, I could get used to a life like this.” Price finally mutters, enjoying your simple, comforting presence, walking along the river shore, and hearing the distant sounds of a train passing through the village. You look at him with understanding in your eyes, as you see the tension in his shoulders finally slipping away. Your captain relaxes, which is a pleasant change of pace from the frown on his face that you got used to.  

All five of you had to live in the same apartment in an old panel building closer to the edge of town. Not the best place to live, but a good opportunity to blend in with the locals and find leads on Makarov’s criminal “friends”. More than once you’ve found yourself sitting together with Ghost on the balcony that creaked with each blow of the wind, in complete silence while he was smoking some cheap cigarettes that smelled more like burnt paper instead of tobacco.

“Can I join you?” Your voice is a quiet rasp, as you lean against the doorway, pushing the mosquito netting to the side. You couldn’t sleep. Not when the whole world will go down the drain if you fail your mission. Not when it’s been a month already and it felt like you were still right where you started.

“Knock yourself out” the man shrugs, patting the stool near him. You shuffle your bare feet on the newspapers that were laid out on the balcony floor, plopping down on the seat, your eyes immediately getting glued to the view, enjoying the breeze that seeped through the open window. You two sit in silence for so long, but it doesn’t feel awkward, quite on the contrary – weirdly calming and serene.

After that night these nightly smoke breaks became a sort of tradition for you two, a way to wind down after a long day. Ghost would nod towards the balcony, a silent invitation reserved only for you. Regardless of whether you’re a smoker or not, occasionally he would offer you a cigarette from his pack or a hit from the lit one. A gesture of camaraderie.

“Thought you’d be more talkative.” Ghost’s voice sounds gruff after the whole day working your asses off just to discover the lead that you had was absolute bullshit.

“And I thought you weren’t a type for small talk.” You grumble in return, just as annoyed about coming back to this dingy apartment with nothing.

“That I am” He lets out a low chuckle, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray in his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.  

Kyle found himself liking your cooking above everything else. The way he would eat anything thrown together in a hurry by you was quite flattering. So soon enough you offered to teach him how to make some of your favorite national dishes, and he couldn’t say no to your offer. So, you decided to start easy – picking out the fresh ingredients. And where do you go to do that? Not a grocery store, no way in hell. The market filled with tons of people is the place you need. A lot cheaper than your usual supermarket too.

The number of times you got discounts for fruits and vegetables on the market from older women just for Gaz’s pretty eyes was insane. He would just blink at you with confusion written all over his face anytime you glanced at him with that smile and refused to explain why you spent a lot less money than expected on the fresh vegetables. At some point, Gaz even questioned his ability to count before you told him just not to worry about it since you got a “very special bargain”. And, obviously, Kyle was the one carrying the plastic bags filled to the brim with fresh produce.  

“You know, your version of the dish is not half-bad,” You say, licking the spoon and giving Gaz a wide smile, which he immediately returns to you tenfold. Spending time like this with him was a pleasure. Each minute spent together made you loathe even thinking about the time when you’d have to part ways and you won’t be able to teach him your cultural cuisine like this anymore.

“Well, I have a great teacher to thank for that.” Gaz gives you a charming smile, so glad to finally have a distraction from the constant looming presence of Makarov in his thoughts. Right this moment he caught himself thinking that he was happy they had you here with them. It would be a lot harder if not for you supporting and guiding them through everything. He felt…thankful.

You’d bring the whole Task Force to different cafes that serve your country's most famous dishes, but Kyle would be the one to enjoy these outings the most, barely raising his eyes from the plate to participate in the conversation.

“Wow, are you in a hurry or something? The food won’t run away from you.” You chuckle, while Kyle ignores the odd saying coming from you and continues to eat with the huge appetite he had ever since this undercover mission started.

However, nothing lasts forever, so after finishing their business with you, getting all the information they needed, and “cleaning up the mess” Task Force 141 bids you farewell, returning to their usual duties. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if you knew each other just for several months you still got attached to them, just like they grew very fond of you (as much as some of them hated to admit that). But hey, they promised to visit you after they finish up with Makarov. They promised. And the four of them keep the promises they make.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sleeping with a 20 year old?

tw: mentions of potential grooming, age gap relationships, nsft/nsfw, vague discussions of sex

So, me (38m) and my wife (39f) are in an open relationship. Basically, we’re both bisexual and not quite ready to limit our sex lives to one person yet. So, we decided to allow friends with benefits situations outside of our relationship. No romantic stuff, no dating, just sex.

In January, my wife went to stay at her best friend’s (28f) house and have some fun together. I don’t mind at all, I was kind of glad to have our apartment to myself for a week. Now, there’s this queer bar that me and my wife frequent and it’s a good mix of all age demographics and identities.

There’s this one trans guy, I’ll call him M, that most people in the local community know because he’s very attractive. He reminds me of a very short Eric Draven mixed with Eddie Vedder. (Oddly specific, I know) Like, he has long-ish curly brown hair, big brown eyes, the sweetest smile ever and he dresses very well. A little grunge here, a little rockstar there. Good jewelry. You get it.

I always catch people staring at him when he’s at the bar with his friends. (We live in Europe btw, legal drinking age is 18.) In short, I find him very cute. He’s basically a micro celebrity among the community and he doesn’t even know it.

So, while my wife was away I went down to the bar and his friend group invited me to come sit with them. We started talking, he’s super funny and we began talking about Pearl Jam because of the shirt I was wearing. Found out he’s obsessed with the music scene of the 90s, specifically rock and grunge, and I happen to have a collection of merchandise of the big 4. I invited him to come check it out and he eagerly accepted. None of his friends wanted to come, so it was just us two. Showed him the stuff, he got super excited about it and I even let him keep one of my Soundgarden shirts and some CDs.

I offered to cook dinner, we ate and then had some weed brownies for dessert. We got posted on the couch, talked for a good while and he began confiding in me. I’m not gonna go into detail because that’s shitty, but he basically told me he’d never had a positive sexual experience up to that point. Apparently all of his exes were switches leaning submissive and he’s purely submissive, so things never really worked out and he never finished with any of them.

I told him about me and my wife’s arrangements and some other stuff about our sex life. (Don’t worry, my wife is 100% okay with this. Even in this context.)

Here’s where I might be the asshole, if not the creep:

Now, I was pretty high at that point and I joked about how I could give him a positive experience. To my surprise, he actually eagerly accepted. I was a bit hesitant because we were both buzzed, but he kept reiterating that he’s consenting and that he’s sure he wants this. So, I made sure he had a good night and he actually ended up sleeping over and we cuddled. It was super nice and he seemed genuinely ecstatic about it the next morning, it was adorable. I was honestly just happy that I was able to give him a positive sexual encounter.

We exchanged numbers, kept texting for two days and he ended up coming over again. Had some more fun together and he went to go sleep over at a friend’s place. At that point, I sort of realized that I may be catching feelings for him. Which is against me and my wife’s rules and also just a horrible idea, especially considering the age gap. So, I let him know that I need some distance and he was super understanding. He was understandably a bit disappointed but didn’t complain or anything.

Once my wife came back, I told her about everything. This is just a thing we do because it helps avoid speculation and unnecessary jealousy. We always tell each other about what happens with our other sexual partners, but only if they consent to it. Which most of them do because they’re our friends. She seemed a bit unnerved by it, not because of the fact that I had feelings for him, but because of the age difference. She said it’s weird and predatory and told me she needed some time to think.

Apparently, she went to go check in on M and asked him if I pressured him into anything. He said it was a 100% mutual thing and he’s very much into older guys, so he enjoyed it quite a lot.

This put her mind at ease but I’m still quite shaken by it. I never stopped to consider the fact that the age difference is quite concerning. I can’t help but feel like a nasty creep that bribed some poor 20 year with old band shirts to come sleep with him. I don’t like that I didn’t even think about it. Talking with M came so easy and we share a lot of interests. I’m not about to go and say he’s 'mature for his age' because he isn’t, he acts like any other 20 year old.

I was just so focused on how attractive and interesting he is to me, I fear I might’ve acted extremely selfish and should’ve stopped to take his lack of experience and his naivety into account. Of course he’d sleep with me, he’s 20 and doesn’t know any better. It should’ve been my job, as the older adult, to put a stop to it. Please don’t hesitate to give it to me straight.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[jjkbambi]

The RFK thing comes from his correspondence with Gurwinder Bhogal, so it should be taken with a grain of salt. Luigi apparently said he wasn’t too excited about Biden or Trump. His health freak ass was probably interested in the healthy food part of RFK’s campaign, not the anti vax part.

I have actually not seen the anti immigration thing with my own eyes, when I skimmed his Reddit and Twitter. But I have seen several people say he retweeted something of that sort? Something about out of control immigration in Europe. Which to be fair has genuine problems but you never know where the sentiment is really coming from with the average guy from Luigi’s background.

Idk if you have mentioned this on your blog before, and I apologise for dragging politics into it, but his first cousin is notorious bigot Nino Mangione. Even by Republican standards he is extreme, and had ironically advocated for the death penalty for first degree murders in his state. I have a hard time seeing how LM would be able to maintain familial relations with someone like that unless he, at the very least, was willing to overlook those policies. On that note, Nino’s Instagram had a picture of a family zoom call and Luigi is on it, as well as a cousin of theirs who married an Indian man. Considering how anti immigrant Nino is I wonder what their overall family dynamic is.

I think Luigi is an empathetic person in his daily life (I don’t think he’d be friends with so many non white people if he was a raging bigot) but on a policy level probably leaned more right than any of us obsessed girlies would be comfortable with. I’m Indian so I’m not familiar with the white man’s fetishisation of Asian women like an American would be, but I’ve seen a lot of people defending him saying that in his field he’s bound to encounter a lot of Asian women. Is it really that weird to pick Hawaii as a temporary residence for a white man?

omg could u send the zoom thingy? ive never seen it.

+ tbh as a SEA i don’t trust any white ppl who don’t have poc friends that don’t pass the paper bag check lol,,,,

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Europe 2016

-This is an interesting looking track

-“We have a Mercedes and a Red Bull in the front row here”

-Wait -this is Baku- why did I not make that connection earlier? My brain is fried, excuse me

-Oh Lewis is starting p10?! Am I finally about to see a Nico win?!!???

-Ohmygod this is the first ever F1 race at Baku?

-Did Lewis lose places??

-Checo!

-Where did Max start? Why is he p8?

-So many yellow flags already

-Oh okay Max started p9

-I’m assuming qualifying at a new track threw some drivers off

-“He’s got Hulkenburg right behind, and that car is capable of good things” please please please please

-Woah that move from both Valterri and Lewis on Max?!

-Valterri has been that man, even in a Williams (will forever be salty about his time at Sauber- I will however always cherish Zhou and Valterri being teammates)

-Max may not be having a good race but Daniel is

-Aaah Sebastian!! That was so quick!

-Spoke too soon about Danny staying p2

-Max and Fernando pitting early?

-People thinking of one stopping?

-KR: “There was some ******* plastic flying around, I had to avoid it”

-Oh who’s retiring? Kvyat

-“Hamilton’s getting the double tow from both Williams cars”

-Max p16 😭😭

-Nico took off so fast, they haven’t commented on him since the start

-“Box, Sebastian, box”

SV: “Are we sure about this? Tires are looking fine”

“We are about to be undercut by Ricciardo”

-“Interestingly Hulkenburg is quite ahead of anyone else who was on the same tire” please please please please

-Sebastian actually hasn’t boxed yet. Neither have the Mercedes

-Checo p3! (Don’t think he’s boxed either actually)

-Woo Lewis p4!

-Come on Max

-Five seconds for Kimi?!? Ughh

-Yes Max!!

- All top five cars haven’t boxed yet

- Hulkenburg p7 (please please please please)

- Max back in points!!

- LH: “I’m struggling with the breaks. I’ve got vibration”

- “Hulkenburg and Raikkonen going wheel to wheel” That was such a good move from Kimi

- Such a consistent race from Checo- if he loses track position because of a pit stop I will scream

- Yesss he overcut Lewis!

- “Rosberg can pretty much make a pit stop from the lead now and still get track position”

- “Let’s have him Kimi, it will change our race if we have him” Yesss Kimi…ohmygod why did I have to get reminded of the penalty?!

- So not used to Max having such a quiet race

- Also kind of want to see Nico win from further back on the grid..any recs?

- Let’s go Checo!!

- Apparently Valterri and Max have been beefing cause the commentators keep getting excited when they’re close together on track

- Ayy are Force India going to pull team orders?

- I get it though, Checo definitely has more pace (plus he’s on a completely different strategy)

- Seb finally pitting. Ah Nico too

- Oh Max pitting again?? How come?

- I really need to learn more about tires

- “And in comes our race leader” Honestly I forgot all about him

- Checo holding back Lewis is just everything

- Where has Max come out?

- Nico back down in p13. For my sake, please please make your way back up

- “Okay Pascal, please be careful on turn 8, please be careful on turn 8, we’ve got a final warning”

PW: “I’m not cutting turn 8 with all four tires”

That was so whiny. I love it

- Yesss Nico!!

-Honestly confused on Red Bull strategy

-Where has Max come out?? Why is no one telling me??

-Kimi p2!

-Nico back in points!

-Carlos leading a DRS train. Daniel stuck right at the end of it?!

-Max p17?!?

-What is Red Bull doing??

-Ferrari 2-3! You don’t see that much (this 2016 season)

-So annoying that Kimi is p2 but has a penalty

-“Hulkenburg, drives past Carlos Sainz, very easy that” Yess Hulk p8!

-LH: “Is there no solution to this?”

“We are working on it

“You guys need to pick up the pace”

-I’m assuming it’s not fun being stuck behind the same guy for over half the race

-“And Raikkonen gets out of the way. Sensible move from Ferrari” Excuse me while I go cry (Yes,I know it was a strategic call. No, I will not like it unless it’s benefiting my driver)

-Whyyy is Max still out of the points

-“Thank you Kimi, thank you”

KR: “Yes, but now you tell him to push. I don’t want him right in front of me”

-“We haven’t really seen any big mistakes from the drivers” Whyyy do you want to?!

-Oh yay, Max points

-What do you mean telling drivers what modes to be on was banned under 2016 regulations? That’s not still in action is it?

-Carlos???

-What is going on with Lewis

-LH: “I haven’t changed anything or done anything that’s wrong”

-Still confused as to why they can’t tell him which setting is wrong?

-How has Daniel gone from p2 to now running p8? What was Red Bull even thinking?

-Shoutout to Kevin Magnussen for going from the pit lane to p11

-Nico back to p7!! (Yes yes yes yes)

-10 laps to go

-Aww Wehrlain has retired

-Really need Kevin to stay p11 actually

-Hahaaa Lewis has figured out the settings apparently

-Ayy Alonso retiring as well??

-✨ Baby Ocon ✨

-“He is amazing Sergio Perez” Always the tone of surprise

-“Verstappen getting past Felipe Massa for ninth place” Man has come back to where he started

-“I can’t answer Kimi. I can’t answer”

KR: “For sure you can say yes or no”

-Why has this regulation thing not shown up in any other 2016 race I’ve watched

-“No one’s in the same race as Rosberg” This is how he won the championship

-Aww Kevin dropped to p14

-Checo frustrating Lewis while Nico frustrates Daniel

-“Nico Hulkenburg, who won Le Mans, this time last year” WHAT

-Nico Rosberg about to get the grand slam>>

-Ohmygod Checo’s about to make podium!!

-This was the most chill Azerbaijan race I’ve watched ever

-Ohmygod Max, how did he manage to get past the Force India so much faster than anyone else did??

-“Perez does not need to pass this Ferrari, just going to remind you here” He’s going to get past anyway!! Let’s go baby!!

-“Nico Rosberg has become the first ever formula one race winner at Baku”

-“Well done Checo, you did it in style there”

-Nico, Seb, Checo podium>>>

[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

Welcome to the Fly Team. So how does Wes differ from Halstead? Are there any similarities?

Jesse Lee Soffer: Well, they’re both cops, sort of. They’re very different in my mind. It’s tricky sometimes because cop thoughts are cop thoughts. So there’s scenarios where I find myself like, oh, that feels like the previous guy. And then I got to kind of readjust my brain. But Halstead had so much baggage and was dragged through the mud so many times and had such a chip on his shoulder by the end of his run on P.D. and Wes is really more carefree and has kind of an unaffected attitude and is a much lighter character and unaffected by baggage. And so in that way they feel really different.

What kind of boss is he? How does his leadership differ from Scott’s and what the Fly Team is used to? Everyone has to adjust to each other.

I think there is an adjustment. Wes really does not do things by procedure, does not do things by the book, and operates by the beat of his own drum, which is a frustration and a thorn in Smitty’s [Eva-Jane Willis] side. There’s some fun relationship dynamics to play out because of their uncertainty of, how much trouble is this guy going to get us in? So that’s really fun in the first few episodes.

Talk about filming in Europe. What’s been the most fun about that so far?

It’s really exciting. It’s such a treat to look around sometimes and go, oh my God, we’re on the coast on a beach in Portugal and I’m filming a scene. There’s once in a lifetime experiences happening all the time, so it’s a real treat.

Talk about Wes and Cameron (Vinessa Vidotto) because they have a history—he trained her—and now he’s her boss, and she’s second-in-command, so she’s moving up.

Oh, I didn’t know there was a hierarchy. I didn’t know she’s second-in-command.

She was with Scott (Luke Kleintank) at the end of last season.

That makes sense. No one told me. She kind of keeps him in line. It’s nice that she kind of respects how hard he was on her in the backstory of it, that he kind of beat her up to build her up and she respects that she’s the agent that she is now because of some of that tutelage. And so that’s nice going forward because he respects her and if she tells him he is out of line or he’s going too far or something, then he listens and he trusts her, which is a nice dynamic.

Is she the one that he’s closest to, or is it going to be someone else as he gets to know the team?

I think because they have a history, they obviously start off like that and that kind of remains through at least what we’re filming now. But he is making relationships with everybody and having different dynamics with the team. There’s a friendship with Raines [Carter Redwood] and there’s this interesting back and forth kind of—what’s the word I’m looking for? He and Smitty always kind of ruffle each other’s feathers. And he puts Tate [Christina Wolfe] in the field in an episode and she goes undercover and he kind of trusts her to elevate herself as a field agent. And so there’s a lot of nice dynamics to play out.

So is he clashing with Smitty the most in the episodes you filmed so far?

Clashing wise? Yeah. Vo is the one that kind of puts him back in line sometimes, but I’d say most of the bumpiness comes from he and Smitty.

How much is he going to be getting into the action of it?

A lot of it. A lot of it. My knees hurt, my shoulder hurts. A lot of action.

What’s been your favorite action scene to film so far?

We did a really fun foot chase in Portugal that was really cool with a lot of drone footage and the location is beautiful, the setting is gorgeous. That was really fun. And in Episode 2, there’s this great fight with a hitman on a subway train and it took forever. It’s a long fight and it’s an exciting fight. Our stunt coordinator, Ken, did a great job and that will be a treat for the fans.

What was the appeal of this role and the show after being on P.D. for so long? How has that adjustment been? You’re still in the world of Dick Wolf.

You know what, the only adjustment has been the Europe of it. There’s a language barrier. I’m trying to learn Hungarian on set so I can get all the set lingo.

How’s that going?

It’s going great. Actually, I’m picking up a lot and I kind of can tell what the first A.D. and the second A.D. are talking about now. So that’s been really interesting and a real treat. But the adjustment has been—like I said before, Halstead had baggage and Wes is a little lighter and more carefree, and so that’s actually been a fun adjustment.

Has that been what’s appealing, that they’re such different characters?

Definitely. And I’m working with Matt [Olmstead] again, who wrote the first five seasons of P.D., who was a showrunner there. So that’s a real treat, getting to work with friends.

What’s been your favorite character-driven or more emotional scene to film so far?

We just did a nice scene the other day with Vinessa, with Cameron Vo, where Wes talks about this case that kind of almost cost him his career and that he’s got some baggage from. She’s kind of his only emotional support system right now. So it’s the first time you really see him open up. He hasn’t really opened up and he starts opening up more and more to her. So that’ll be interesting to see, a more vulnerable side of him.

How is he settling in? How much will we be going home with him?

Yeah, he’s still settling in. There’s lines even recently where he is like he’s finally unpacking. He showed up and he just got right to work and that’s what he’s focused on. So much so that he’s living out of a box. … You go home with him a little bit here and there. It’s teased. Matt does a good job of giving you just enough and you’re like, yeah, I want to see more.

Could we possibly see you directing this season?

No, definitely not. It’s way too much of an undertaking to take on a new character on a show like this and for that character to be in a leadership role and so my priority is making sure that I know all my lines.

Fans love Tank. Are we seeing Tank this season? Are we seeing Wes with Tank?

Yes, we do see Wes with Tank. Tank gives Wes the okay I think in the second episode. He kind of signs off on Wes and is like, this guy’s all right. So hopefully that bodes well for Wes and the fans.

Is Wes looking at his time with the Fly Team as a long-term thing, his next permanent home? Is he just kind of going with the flow?

It’s kind of written that he puts a toe in, puts a foot in, he’s going slow. So I’d say he’s taking it one day at a time. That’s kind of how it feels.

[sweetdispatch]

Bittersweet months - N. Hischier

When Two Sports Collide | previous chapter

timeline: December 2020 - March 2022

summary: Lisa made her choice but was it good one? 2021 was a mess for her but after it slowly, she started figuring things out until she received one message

warning: swear words

words: 1.6k

note: we're finally getting into the real love story haha

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Lisa was torn. She didn’t know what to say. It was ridiculous from Sander’ side to make her choose between him and Nico. She needed to think about this but her answer was Sander. No matter how much she likes Nico, her boyfriend is a priority. She promised to stop talking to him. Lisa never saw Sander in that state of anger. It was new to her, earlier he hadn’t been jealous of her male friends. 

What’s so special with Nico that he doesn’t like him?

After Sander came back to London and left Lisa alone, she called her best friend to tell her this whole situation. Lottie never was a fan of her boyfriend. He was very possessive over Lisa and when he moved to England, it got even worse. When she heard about their argument about Nico, she wasn’t surprised. Sander tried to keep Lisa on a short leash and for him, it would be great if she didn’t have any friends. Only Lisa was blind to see how toxic his behavior is. 

Earlier, Charlotte tried to bring up the conversation with Lisa about her boyfriend but she always said that she’s making up things and Sander is a loving and caring guy. Lottie didn’t want to ruin their relationship no matter how much she wasn't a fan of Sander, so she let the topic drop but after their argument, she knew she had to intervene.

Lisa and Nico stopped talking. He always wrote to her but never got a message back. This was weird, especially after he promised not to ghost her again. He thought they had a friendly relationship again. Nico was excited for her, especially when she was called up for the National Team to go to the Olympic Games, but he knew he had to stay in the shadows because she wasn’t responding to him and this won’t change.

Lottie explained to him that it’s all Sander’ fault why Lisa cut him off. Nico never liked this guy. He felt like he’s not right for her. He met him only once but could feel how possessive he was towards Lisa. After his breakup with Maya, Nico was spending time with Lottie, always asking questions about Lisa to see how she’s doing. Her face was smiling each time she got the chance to talk about her friend. She loved her dearly and was happy that someone cares about her. In that moment, Lottie realised that Nico is the right guy for Lisa and not Sander.

Lisa left Europe for a month to play in Tokyo. The Olympic Games were another thing on her bucket list to achieve as an athlete. Whole competition was going smoothly for Norway, until the semi final. Norway lost 26:27 to Russia and the best they could get was a bronze medal. They won third place and Lisa was a top scorer in this whole competition but despite it, she was heartbroken about the loss to Russia. Lottie called her to cheer her up. Lisa didn’t know that Nico was there too until he heard him in the middle of the conversation.

“You did so good Lisa, bronze is a good medal” Nico tried to cheer her up. 

“No, it’s not! It’s my fault that we lost in the semi final” Lisa sobbed.

“This is team sport, it’s not your fault” 

“But it is! I didn’t score the penalty to draw, I screwed up the chance to fight for gold”

“Lisa…” 

“No, you don’t get it! You think that everything is so simple but it’s not. I’m the one to blame so you can stop trying to cheer me up” 

“Okay but listen to him” Lottie tried but she interrupted him.

“I don’t want to. In fact, I’m done with this conversation” Lisa hung up and started crying. 

Lisa was blaming herself and nothing would change her mind. This game stuck with her for so long. She couldn’t get rid of the thought that she let the whole team down. It was on her and she knew it. The last thing she needed was a talk about how good she was. This wasn’t important. She would replace the award for top scorer for win in the semi final without a doubt. 

Melissa hasn't talked to Lottie since then. She felt betrayed by her after the conversation with her and Nico. She stopped being active in the media. She needed a break from everything. After her return to Kristiansand, she threw herself into hard work. She was motivated to win the gold medal at the next Olympic Games. There’s still been three years for this but she knows that she has to repay for her mistake. Her mental state was in a bad place and Lottie tried to reach out and help her.

“I’m sorry about the call. It was wrong from my side to bring Nico to this but he was sitting with me and I thought you might want to hear from him”

“I wanted to but not in these circumstances…” Lisa sighed. “Sorry for cutting you off in the past three months. I felt defeated and didn’t want to talk with anyone” 

“I get it but you can’t do it. It’s not healthy for you to keep your feelings inside. I would much rather prefer you screaming at me than being dead silent” Lisa laughed at her words.

Lisa was happy that she sorted things out with Lottie. Both of them fucked up but they were bonded forever and couldn’t put their 16 years of friendship down the drain. Lottie called and announced to Nico that Lisa is alright. He was happy to hear it. He was worried about her after he heard her raspy voice during the infamous phone call. 

In December, Lisa repaid her mistake from the Olympic Games. Norway won the World Championship and she got the MVP award. She was delighted that now, she can call herself a World Champion. She worked hard to get there and her humour was back. She felt like all the pressure that she put at herself went off. Now, her personal mission was to bring the gold from Paris 2024.

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lisa.pedersen World Champion baby! It’s been difficult months for me but I’m super happy that I could help the team this time, God Jul Norge🎄❤️

charlotteolsen You’re insane girl!!!! I couldn’t be more happier for you and how you lifted yourself, let’s celebrate🍾

nicohischier Congrats Lisa! I knew you can do this❤️

20 December 2021

Lisa smiled when she saw the comment from Nico and knew that she needed to apologize to him. She didn’t care anymore what Sander was thinking. These past months showed her that she should keep people that care about her around and Nico was one of the people. 

“Hi Nico. I’m so sorry that I haven’t answered any of your messages. It’s totally on me. I’m also sorry for how I reacted when you know… Lottie called me after the game. I know that you wanted to help but I was so mad at myself that I couldn’t think straight. Sorry for this” It was a simple message and she hoped it would work.

“No worries, I understand it. Lottie told me that Sander made you pick between me and him and I’m not mad that you chose your boyfriend. I also understand your frustration. Just wish you would talk to anyone instead of ignoring people like you did” Nico responded. 

“I promise from now on to talk instead of ghosting” Lisa replied.

Again, Lisa and Nico reunited. This time for good. She didn’t care about what Sander thinks, especially since he started putting distance in their relationship after her win. It was bizarre behaviour from him. After the World Championship, she got her joy back from playing. Her club was unstoppable at the start of 2022. Vipers hadn’t lost a game and they qualified straight into the quarter finals of Champions League, but Lisa’ world fell down when Sander sent her a message. 

“I was thinking a lot about us and I’m breaking up with you. I’m sick and tired of hearing about your achievements when I can’t fucking win anything. Good for you but you’re always on the pedestal and it’s pissing me off. Good luck in your career”

Lisa read this message hundreds of times. She simply couldn’t believe that Sander broke up with her from jealousy over her career. She started feeling guilty for being successful. This was wrong but she couldn’t help it. Sander was her first boyfriend, her first love and now he’s gone. She hasn't responded to his message, she just called Lottie.

“Sander broke up with me” Lisa was crying.

“What? Tell me you’re joking” 

“I wish. He wrote me a message and said that he can’t be with me because I’m on the pedestal all the time” 

“Wait… He’s insecure about your successes? What a dickhead. I’m so sorry to hear that honey, you deserve much better than him” Lottie tried to make her feel better.

“I don’t even know what I should do. We’ve been together for 4 years, he was my rock”

“You’ll find someone better than him. Stop worrying your pretty head. How about me coming to be with you?” Lottie proposed.

“Yes, please” Lisa begged her. 

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17 March 2022

Lisa and Nico were both single now and Lottie created a great plan. She knew that they’re a perfect match and decided to do something about it. 

Step 1: Message Nico without Lisa’s knowledge.

My dear friend Nico, you might have a shot with Lisa. Sander broke up with her. Good luck xx

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[1waveshortofashipwreck]

hey emily!! it’s me again lol. sorry for adding to your list of things to write!!

i was trying to think of some kind of one shot i’d like, and i remember that my friend and i were talking a bit ago and she said i kind of looked like Speirs, which at first i didn’t agree.. but now i can sorta see it?? we have mostly the same coloring except for the eyes. plus our noses are similar and our eyebrows. ANYWAY, it just gave me the idea of a one shot where i’m Speirs’ little sister and maybe i’m a nurse in easy company, but he’s a very ‘protective older brother’ type so none of the guys even want to cross that line. UNTIL winters (my bae 😔) and i develop feelings for each other and start to date and be all bf/gf in secret until Speirs finds out. And so then there might be some conflict there or maybe he’s fine cause it’s Dick, who knows?

But yes that’s just an idea that i’ve been thinking about for a bit, i don’t have a brother and have always wanted one, i think Speirs would be the perfect scary older brother lolol. anyways im super excited to see what you do with this!! thanks! <3

(p.s i emotionally cant handle bad endings so if there’s any way you could have it end well i would SUPER appreciate it!)

LARA NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR REQUESTING YOU'RE AN AMAZING HUMAN AND I LOVE YOU

also I didn't proofread this so apologies for any typos 🫠

Thank you so much for the request Lara! Hope you enjoy 🥰

Ron and the Unknown Soldier

Dick Winters x Speirs!Medic!Reader

1,190 words

The officers were having the time of their lives in the Eagle’s Nest, resting out in the sun with the best champagne available. Ron had other things on his mind, though. Someone was dating Easy Company’s medic, (y/n). Something like this would, typically, never cross his mind twice. However, this certain medic was Ron’s baby sister. He heard from Lieutenant Lipton that the medic was absolutely smitten with a boy in 2nd Battalion, and Ron could not help but be infuriated. He knows the boys, especially in Easy Company. They’re good soldiers, stellar soldiers, but Ron has seen how quickly they love and leave women - thinking about (y/n) falling for some lousy corporal who will leave as soon as the next girl comes his way lit an angry fire in Ron’s soul.

Ron remembered when Lipton first told him about the rumor - it was about a month ago, in Hagenau. That night, Ron showed up unannounced to (y/n)’s billet and knocked on the door. He noticed the sounds of hurried shuffling and hushed voices behind the door, his concern only growing. (y/n) finally opened the door, but just enough to stick her head out.

“Ron? What’re you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

“Um…okay, let me put something on.”

She quickly shut the door and more shuffling and hushed voices ensued. Ron could barely make out “-leave now”, “I’ll see you tomorrow”, and “love you more.” Before Ron could run to the other side of the house to catch the boy in question, (y/n) opened the door back up, bathrobe wrapped around her.

“Come on in Ron, what's wrong?” She asked her older brother, closing the door and sitting beside him on the bed.

Ron folded his arms and looked at the floor - the situation had been buzzing in his head all day, but now that he was here to confront (y/n), he was quite unsure how to broach the topic. He took a breath before replying.

“I know you’re an adult and can make your own decisions, but I promised Mom and Dad I’d look out for you while we’re in Europe.” (y/n) nodded along, furrowing her brow in concern. “I heard a rumor that you’re… going with another soldier in the battalion, is that true?” (y/n)’s eyes grew wide before responding.

“I…umm… who told you that?”

“Lieutenant Lipton.”

(y/n) mumbled a swear under her breath - who the fuck told Lipton??

“Is it true (y/n)?”

The medic put her head in her hands - she didn’t want to lie to her brother, but she also wanted her boyfriend’s life to be spared.

“As you said, Ron, I’m a grown-up and I can make my own decisions.”

That was all the confirmation Ron needed. He took a sharp inhale and began pacing the small room.

“Who is he!?”

“I’m not telling you, Ron!”

“WHO. IS. HE.” Ron glared at (y/n) more intensely than ever, his hands on his hips and chest heaving in rage.

“Ron he’s a good man! He’s kind, caring, attentive, supportive-”

“He acts like that now, but just like any other enlisted boy he’s going to leave you high and dry, and when that happens I’m going to ki-”

“Ron, it’s not like that, I promise,” (y/n) looked up at her brother sincerely. She wasn’t lying, he wasn’t like the other enlistees - he was an officer. “Look, I know you’re just trying to protect me, but I really like him and will keep seeing him. If he does anything, though, you know you’re the first person I’m coming to.” The girl got up and stood before her brother with a warm smile and arms outstretched. The captain took a deep breath before nodding in understanding and accepting his sister’s hug. Ron held her tight in his arms and kissed the top of her head, silently plotting how to take care of this mysterious soldier.

Ron was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Dick’s voice calling to him. The officer sat up in his seat on Nixon’s chair, noticing Lipton and (y/n) trailing behind Major Winters.

“Hey Adolf! Love your Eagle’s Nest!” Harry Welsh greeted Winters and his companions. Dick smiled at Harry and turned to a paper in his hand, reading out that the German army had surrendered - the war in Europe was over. While the officers were processing the information, Dick pointed a finger at Speirs.

“Ron, I need to talk to you,” he informed the captain, beginning to walk back inside. Ron tried to shake the inebriation from his brain before following the commanding officer, praying it wasn’t something too important. The officers made their way to a living room-style area, containing two couches across from each other, a coffee table in between. Speirs took a seat on one couch, and Dick sat across from him. Speirs, in his state, had not noticed that (y/n) had followed the pair to the room - the girl sat next to the redhead and smiled at her brother.

“(y/n)? What’re you doing here?”

“Ron, do you remember back in Hagenau when you heard that (y/n) was going with a soldier?”

“Yeah, did you find out who?” Ron leaned forward intensely, praying for a chance to beat up the soldier who dared to try and date his sister.

Dick let out a quiet chuckle and looked at the ground.

“Oh, I know who it is…”

“Then spit it out!” Ron started to get frustrated at the pair - he needed them to just tell him who-

Suddenly, (y/n) looked softly at Ron and took Dick’s hand in hers. It took a moment for Ron to study the gesture, a lightbulb flashing in his head after a moment.

“Are you telling me… back when I talked to you at your billet…”

(y/n) giggled before answering, “Yes, Dick was scrambling to climb out the back window before you saw him.” The major shook his head in amusement, his cheeks starting to match his ginger hair.

Ron just sighed and put his head in his hands. He had been a little stricter than he needed to be with Easy Company since discovering the relationship, but now he realized that he was intimidating the poor boys without a purpose.

“...why didn’t you tell me?” Speirs asked genuinely, looking up at the pair.

“We wanted to wait until the war was over, since life was so unpredictable,” (y/n) explained.

“Besides, even I was nervous to tell you that I was dating your sister,” Winters added with a laugh. The siblings returned the laughter, (y/n) placing a quick kiss on Dick’s cheek.

“Well, since the man you’re seeing happens to be one of the finest soldiers I’ve ever met, I think I can let him live,” Ron said with a smirk. The trio laughed together once more before standing to leave, both Dick and (y/n) exchanging hugs with Ron. As the three walked back to the company, Winters holding (y/n)’s hand, they knew that they had a lot of explaining to do.

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pairing: Kento Nanami x fem reader

wc: 3470

a/n: part 3 to this work

warnings: angst, depression, suicidial thoughts, hurt/comfort, funny sibling's moments with Satoru, exorcism, a bit of a toxic relationship english is not my first language, so I'm sorry about mistakes :(

2013.

You didn’t reject your idea of helping Jujutsu societies outside of Japan even after breaking up with Nanami. On the evening of graduation day, you hastily packed your belongings with tears streaming down your face. Satoru tried to console you, but you refused to talk to anyone. The memories of the last three years slowly killed you. The only thing that kept running through your mind was leaving Japan to start a new life.

For four years, you assembled a team of nearly fifty sorcerers under your leadership. At first, it was exhilarating, but then you saw people listening to you and following your orders, and you began to feel confident in what you were doing. All you wanted was to create strong Jujutsu communities on every continent. You tried to level them up like they were in Japan, and you believed in their success. Gojo's blood still flowed through you.

By 2013, you had already opened three offices in Europe and were preparing to open a fourth in the USA. The only remaining question was with the government, which needed to be resolved as soon as possible. When you received an invitation from the local government, your team began to prepare for departure from Italy. As soon as the tickets were in hand and the luggage had been checked, your phone rang insistently. You took a deep breath and answered the call, seeing Satoru’s name on the screen. You hesitated, knowing that he wouldn't stop until he had your attention.

“My dear little sister! I’m so glad to hear you! How are you?” He sounded excited.

“Ugh, Satoru… This is not a good time…” You checked your watch and nervously chewed your lip.

“Sis, there is always a good time for me! Listen, we need your help. Urgently.” His voice grew serious.

“What? I can’t. It's not possible.” You wanted to end the call and walk away, but your brother’s concern stopped you.

“We have a new recruit in your crazy team of strongest sorcerers.” You were sure, he used his fingers to indicate your team with inverted commas.

“So what? It can wait.”

“No, it can’t. You should come to Tokyo to test him. Otherwise, he will leave the country.”

“If he wants to join my team, he can wait. I’m busy right now… Hello?” You didn’t hear Satoru anymore and hung up the phone.

You rolled your eyes at the brother’s indelicacy and walked to the gate. At the airport’s check-in counter, you saw a suspiciously familiar haircut. Satoru was standing near a pretty employee, flirting with her. You approached them and groaned.

“Does Utahime know about you being here?” Your gaze became sinister.

“We are not dating! Sweetheart, this is…” Gojo made a displeased smile and looked at you angrily.

“Your documents, please.” The airport girl lost interest in Satoru and turned to you.

“I can go instead of you. What grade is the curse?” His voice started to tremble, which surprised you.

“US government grade. What kind of guy is there that you desperately want me to meet? Johnny Depp?” You decided to listen to your brother.

“No. He is very talented but needs your strict control over him.” Satoru noticed your attention.

“If you tell me he is so talented…” You bit your lip.

Two things were important to you now: expanding your jujutsu company and engaging sorcerers. The lack of powerful sorcerers was a headache for not only you, but also for the entire magic community. Your curiosity got the best of you, but your concerns about Satoru's diplomatic skills weighed on you.

“Ugh. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Gosh, your carelessness is really contagious?”

You politely smiled at the girl, grabbed Satoru’s elbow and led him from the check-in desk.

“Listen to me carefully. We've been negotiating with the US sorcerers for half a year. In fact, I'm surprised they agreed with my idea. But if you fail this mission, I will kill you without hesitation.”

At first, Satoru laughed at you, but then he noticed your cold gaze and nodded silently. Despite his doubts about your global project, he appreciated your dedication to your ideas. The string of events during your school days hadn't broken you, and your activity had been useful for the jujutsu world.

“I'll send all the information with a message.” Satoru said, slightly pushing you towards the exit of the airport.

The next day, you were sitting at the airport waiting for your flight to Tokyo. It had been four years since you had last been there, and to be honest, you felt a little scared to return home. Satoru's information about “that super talented person” only annoyed you, and when you landed in Tokyo, you regretted your decision.

Outside the airport, a man waved to you. This was Ijichi Kiyotaka, who had been studying at Tokyo Jujutsu High for a year less than you. He had not succeeded in jujutsu and had become the assistant director. He stared at you in awe and pointed to the car.

“Gojo sensei! Welcome to Japan!”

“Ugh, don’t call me that.” You rolled your eyes and got into the car. “Please, I want to know more about this mysterious guy.”

“Why mysterious? You know him well.” Ijichi smiled.

“Really? Is it Megumi? Although he is only… 10?” You said sarcastically.

“He is. But no, this isn’t Fushiguro boy.”

The car drove up to the Tech, and your heart raced. Here you experienced first love, first death of a close friend, betrayal and break up. You shook your hand off the memories and got out of the car. On a bench, you saw the back of a tall, muscular, blond-haired man. Your eyebrows raised and you smiled softly.

“Well well…” The man turned around.

Familiar eyes and lips made you reel. You felt you couldn’t face those memories and tried to catch your breath. Kento looked so good, but still had circles under his eyes. Your gaze fell on his black dot tie, and you hardly restrained your tears. You cursed Satoru for this trick, hoping his plane gets into an endless turbulence zone.

“I’m leaving.” You turned to the car and started to open the door.

“Wait!” Nanami grabbed your hand. “I apologize for…”

“Don’t you dare even talk to me. You are nothing to me.” These words were ruthlessly slipping from your mouth.

“I understand your rage, but I need you to listen to me. I need you to be with me right now.” You noticed exhaustion in his voice.

“Excuse me? You need me to be with you right now?” You pressed against the car door to avoid Nanami’s proximity. “I want to forget you and everything that happened between us.” You lied to yourself and hated saying this.

“Don’t say that. I know you don’t mean it.”

You started to hit him on the chest taking out your grief and anger. All the emotions that you had carefully hidden for almost four years came to you at that moment. Despite your success in jujutsu, all this time you felt depressed. The endless emptiness was eating you from the inside and you couldn't do anything about it. There were people around you who wanted your attention, but you didn't want to pay attention to them because of Kento. For all these years, all your thoughts had been about him.

You didn’t want to discuss it with your brother because you were aware of his own feelings. The two of you were so close and so far from each other at the same time. Satoru understood your emotions, but didn’t want to bring it up. You had been in such a relationship since his death and resurrection, and it was awful.

Behind your thoughts you didn’t notice hot tears falling down your cheeks. You stopped hitting Nanami and turned your face away from him. He saw you were shaking and approached you.

“Don’t.” You lifted your palm to stop him from hugging you. “Not now.”

You went away from the car and sat on the bench, wiping away your tears. Ijichi and Kento watched you carefully, afraid to get close to you. Nanami regretted his decision to leave you, hating himself for causing your emotional state. It did not lead to anything good for either of you.

“So, there is no one who needs me to supervise.” You regained yourself and went to the men.

“Actually, this is my first mission after returning, so… I do need your supervision.” Kento’s voice became softer as he noticed you calming down.

“There was no need to bring me out of Europe. It was warmer there.” Your lips curled into a smile.

“Well, Satoru insisted that you would escort me during my first mission.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of your brother.

“So, I see that you are ready for the mission? Here is information about it.” Ijichi handed you an iPad with the mission description.

“Okinawa?!” You yelled at the assistant when you saw the location.

The air landed at the Naha Airport on Okinawa. During the flight you tried to sleep, but Kento’s presence affected you in a way you didn’t want. Memories of your first trip here ran through your mind, making you hide your smile, but your expression remained icy. Although Nanami felt your tension, he didn't push you, remembering your tears in Tokyo, and truly understood his guilt, not relying on your quick forgiveness.

“So, the mission begins tomorrow at dawn, so you can rest at a hotel today.” Ijichi said.

“Not an option. We start right now.” You said, feeling your lips tremble, but stopping your nervousness.

“But…” The assistant tried to protest.

“Right now.” Kento felt a bit embarrassed seeing the man shaking.

Ijichi drove you to an abandoned beach and quickly left. You took out your kusarigama from the air. Nanami always liked that trick of yours, but now he was surprised when he didn’t see your halberd.

“And where is your halberd?” Kento couldn’t restrain himself from asking.

“I broke it in a Russian village. Special grade curse.”

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t. I had so many problems with it at the border monitoring.” You softly smiled.

“At least you didn’t break your leg or back.” Nanami said, and you stared at him in astonishment.

“Of course, you remember…”

You went along the beach together to the cave. The warm sand got into your shoes, so you decided to take them off. This place was so calm, and you could hardly imagine that any curse lived here. The Pacific Ocean started to get louder, and the wind began to raise the waves. Kento looked up at the sky, and you followed his gaze. Usually, you liked to enjoy the sky together in every weather, but now it had become disgusting brown.

As you reached the cave, Nanami took out his blunt sword. Both of you felt the presence of a curse spirit. Kento remembered your fear from the missions at Jujutsu Tech, but he didn’t see it anymore. Your confidence inspired him, so he tried to hide his admiring look.

Inside the cave you felt cold. You smiled at the thought of this curses’ stereotype and shrugged. You looked at Kento and saw him completely focused. You were curious about his ability to fight curses after such a long break for jujutsu sorcerers.

“Don’t be upset, if you can’t handle the curse. After all, you didn’t do it for four years.”

“Don’t worry, dear.” He smiled gently at you, and, to your surprise, you saw that loving look in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes” You turned away from Nanami and headed toward.

You felt the curse’s energy everywhere but couldn’t understand its hiding place. Kento’s look was directed toward you. Suddenly you felt a stab in your chest. Your eyes closed, and emptiness enveloped you.

The darkness started to dissipate, and you found yourself in Ueno Park. You looked around and saw a stroller beside you. You peered inside and discovered a red-faced baby. It smiled at you and stretched its hands toward you. You blinked twice and felt an urge to take it out of the stroller. The child cooed something in your ear and made you laugh.

Suddenly your phone rang. You carefully put the baby back. On the screen you saw a contact “Husband”, frowned and picked up the phone.

“Honey? Where are you?” You heard Kento’s soft voice.

“Uhm, I’m in Ueno Park.” You said hesitantly.

“Is Hoshiko* with you?” You frowned again and stared at the child.

“Hoshiko? Y-yeah, she’s with me.”

“That’s good. I’m already done at work, so I’m heading to you.”

“Okay, we will wait for you.”

You sat on a bench and started rocking the baby. The weather was nice, and you raised your face to the sun. You lost track of time as you felt hands on your shoulders. You laughed and turned around to see Kento. His bright smile and familiar adoring gaze warmed your heart.

The three of you walked into the park. Nanami spoke about his day at work and complained about his boss. You listened with interest, glancing at your daughter. Hoshi listened too, with wide open big purple eyes. You had never felt this before, so it was easy to think everything was right here.

In your apartment Kento helped you undress and bathe your child. Hoshiko, obediently watching her parents, started clapping her hands in joy

“Mommy and daddy happy!” She cooed, grinning at you.

“Yes, we are, my beautiful girl!” Nanami took the baby and wrapped her in a towel, kissing her forehead.

After the bath, you and Kento cooked the dinner together while Hoshiko sat in her highchair and read a picture book. When she found something funny, she burst out laughing. That made you and your husband exchange smiling glances.

As you placed the dishes on the table, your eyes fell on an old bread maker. You froze and started to tremble. Suddenly, Hoshiko’s laugher stopped. You stared at her chair and saw no one there. You blinked twice, and the girl reappeared as if nothing had happened. Nanami went to her side to see what made her laugh and smiled too.

During the dinner you looked away at the bread maker and couldn’t find peace. Something about this device caused pain in your chest. When dinner was over, you put Hoshiko in bed. She was so cute and looked like Nanami, except for the color of her eyes.

While Kento was taking a shower, you prepared for sleep. Suddenly, you dropped an earring and it rolled under the bed. You sighed and sat on the floor, but under the bed you saw a halberd, which shocked you.

“But… I broke it a year ago..”

You pulled out the halberd and stared at it without blinking. So many thoughts rushed through your mind, so you couldn’t stop them. Then you closed your eyes tightly, seeing white stars in the darkness. After that, you opened your eyes and saw an empty room with no furniture. You walked to the door, put your hand on the doorknob, and turned it.

There was nothing outside except for darkness. You turned around, and the room had already disappeared. The halberd started to fall apart, and ash fell to your feet. The pain inside you grew so strong that you couldn't hold on anymore. You fell to your knees and began to sob. It was horrible. You saw your dream come true and it was just some stupid trick of a curse. Endless emptiness filled you and right now, you were unable to fight it.

“My love.” Kento’s voice rang out from nowhere. “I need you to keep fighting. The curse is just playing with your mind.”

“But I can’t. I’m so tired. So so tired.” You saw your hands and knees sink into the ground.

“I know it’s hard, but if you give up, you’ll never see this future at all.”

“I don’t want to see my future. I just want to die so I don’t feel this emptiness.” Your body sank halfway into the ground as you saw Haibara in front of you.

“Wow, you are in a bad position now, girl.” He chuckled, squatting down to you.

“Yu? But you are…”

“Yeah, I’m hopelessly dead. And you are not.”

“You are funny as always.” You smiled and tried to get up, but didn’t succeed.

“I’m glad to see how strong you have become. And I’m happy that Nanami has returned to jujutsu.” Haibara didn’t help you to rise and watched as you went underground. “But now you’ve decided to give up? That’s so unlike you, Gojo.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“Yes, because I’m dead. And you are not.” He repeated his phrase. “Don’t you want to see Hoshiko in real life?”

These words hit you so hard that you desperately started trying to get out of the ground It hurt, but you continued fighting, regardless of how much your heart ached. Suddenly, you noticed your kusarigama and grabbed it eagerly, cutting yourself in the process.

In the cave Kento fought against the curse, protecting your almost breathless body. The dark spirit was so strong and fast, that Nanami was desperate to exorcize it without your help. He shook his head, banishing these thoughts and kept fighting. Now each of you had a huge battle: you – inside, and Kento – outside.

When Nanami fell on his knees, so exhausted, he lost all hope. He chuckled at himself for such a stupid comeback. At least he had seen you before he died. The curse stopped before him and reached its hand to the man. Suddenly, a chain wrapped around its neck.

“Get off.” You said through clenched teeth.

With a sickle, you cut off the curse's hand that tried to grab Nanami. Kento jumped into the air and sliced the demon in two. In the silence of the cave, all you could hear was each other's breathing.

“You good?” You asked Nanami.

“Mhm. And you?”

You didn’t answer and headed outside. The bright sun illuminated the blue surface of the water. Gulls flew above the ocean and tried to catch the fish. You walked along the beach without noticing the water in your shoes. Then you turned towards the ocean and went inside it. Warm waves parted before you because of your cursed energy, so you stayed dry as you walked along the bottom. When you felt tired, you relieved your Technique and the waves covered you.

You began to sink, but didn’t want to fight the stream and just gave up. As always in such situations you chose to give up. You weren’t strong at all, it was a mask, that you’d worn since Satoru’s death. All your efforts to be strong had been shattered by the curse’s trick. Your thoughts trapped you, and now your very existence seemed useless.

Suddenly, someone’s hand pulled you out of the water. Nanami grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the shore. But your body was so exhausted, so you couldn’t get your feet to work. Kento noticed this and lifted you up. On the beach, he carefully sat you down on the sand and gazed at you with concern. You hugged your knees and hid your face in them.

“Please, leave me alone.”

“No. Not again.”

“I said leave me! When I begged you to stay, you left! What’s stopping you now?”

“Sweetheart, it was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. Don’t make me do it again.”

“You’ve ruined me! You destroyed my dreams and future!” You yelled at him, so loud.

“I’ve destroyed our future! And I deeply regret it. But look what you’ve done! Your sorcerers successfully exorcise curses around the world. Is that what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I wanted you to be by my side…” You wiped the tears from your face.

“And did you ask what I wanted?” This question paralyzed you.

During the last two years in Tokyo Jujutsu Tech, you only talked about your ideas, your dreams and aspirations. You rarely talked about Nanami’s intentions. You seemed so selfish and seemed to see nothing else around you.

“Why didn’t you tell me…”

“Because… Because I love you and want to put you on the first place. That day, I hoped you’d change your mind, but…” Kento moved closer and lifted your chin, wiping away your tears.

“We lost four years, Ken.”

“And we can restore them.”

“No, there is nothing to restore.” You shook your head. “But we can try building something new. From now on, without looking back at the past. Only us.”

*Hoshiko means ‘star’

part 4

[turboswife]

Husband bday !!! husband bday !!! And I’m gonna be sappy about why this man is my absolute favorite!!

Right after I graduated high school (quite literally maybe two weeks later) events happened in my immediate family that led me to start my college journey across the country in Seattle. As a small town Pittsburgh girl I was very scared, and had no idea what life was gonna be like. I had recently gotten into hockey and knew about the kraken and was super excited I’d be super close to a hockey arena again so that was a comfort, and then, low and behold I found out my favorite pens player (remember I’m a native pittsburgh girl yinz) the steel city’s very own turbo 13 Tanev was going to… Seattle!!! It was such a comfort seeing a guy I’d watched play for the pens for years in my hometown somehow end up at the same place as I was for 100 different reasons. It brought a little bit of home to my new life. There’s been many instances where B has just seemed to be around when I need him, when I moved ALONE to Europe to study , guess who ended up playing hockey there a few weeks later? Not to mention I was raised on Taylor swift and the number 13 just will always be a special place in my heart. For her and for him🩵🤍 so thank you Brandon Turbo Tanev, I love you so much, and you’ll never know the impact you had on my life but it has been full and lovely, even if I do joke we’re already married and those three seconds we made eye contact on the Thanksgiving game in 2022 solidified you’re actually in love with me😭🤭

[ponyguru]

Happy New Year! 🎊 Wow, I haven’t posted about ponies in a year! 🤣 Okay, jokes aside, I’m really excited to post a neat pony brag for the very first day in the new year: new G1 ponies from my sister! I got woken up last weekend when my sister called me to tell me she found ponies at a market, she knew they were G1s and I’d want to pick out who I wanted! So over FaceTime, I perused the pile of ponies (all G1s!! Amazing!), and had to watch as someone else picked up MY Strawberry Surprise! 🤣 As calmly as I could, I told my sister to snag her once she put her back, LOL! I was also excited to see Chocolate Delight the Sippin’ Soda pony, but the very first pony I saw on the video was Posey - NSS Posey, that is! No clue how she got to this market (since AFAIK the “Movie Star” pony versions were only sold in Europe!), but I was very excited to recognize her! I also requested the Parasol softie (which is what they called the plush!), because I only have a few softies! There were some other lovely ponies of course, including a VERY sad Glory, but I wasn’t sure how much they were charging, so I only picked the ones I absolutely needed! Imagine my glee to hear that my sister only paid $30! Expensive for a flea market, but pretty great prices for these guys, even in need of a bath! 🛁 I can’t wait to clean them up! Happy new year to me, and thank you again sister!! 💖