#open floater

[caracello]

ii saw a subnautica meme that was like. 'you play subnautica? name ten of the animals.' and i had to sit there and remember that most people don't actually play this game to study the fauna.

[bombz-n-bluntz]

My mom used to do a sharp short whistle to get me and my brother's attention and have us come back, she had us trained like dogs 😭

[killbaned]

anyway baby (me) is about to take some sumatriptan and also a bath and then do nothing but lay in bed and rewatch the punisher for the 500th time

[karasuno-planet]

Taking care of you

Kageyama x manager!reader who gets migraines !

warnings: migraine pain, vision loss

wc: 0.8k

summary: self-assured reader gets a horrible migraine and needs help, despite never asking for it. (pre-established relationship w/ kageyama) (fem!reader)

a/n: I LOVE THE HAIKYUU FANDOM SMMMM <333 you guys are my favs. requests open !! and the tsukki academic rivals fic is in the works for anyone wondering...

(gif not mine !)

One thing you had quickly learned while dating Kageyama is that he's not one for public displays of affection. You certainly weren't secret, hell pretty much everyone knew and was talking about you two, but you kept it private. Especially in front of his opponents. That's why it came as such a shock when you felt his arms aroudn you suddenly in the middle of a practice match.

To say you had a migraine that day was an understatement. Three days into the trining camp, in excruciating heat working late to help the team reform their entire strategies form the bottom up— you were exhausted.

But you were used to the migraines. It was something you could handle. The team is already under so much stress, especially Tobio. His sets hadn't been satisfactory, and he was re-learning everything he already knew from scratch. You couldn't imagine the pressure you knew he already felt, so keeping the pressure of your aching head a secret was nothing in comparison.

That doesn't mean nobody noticed, though. Walking into the first practice set of the day, Coach Ukai made a comment.

"Y/n, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes! Feeling good..."

"Okay, just let me know if you need to take a breather or something."

Had you already been exposed? The last thing you wanted was to be a burden on the team, but the floaters in your vision were a bit hard to ignore. And when the ringing in your ears set in, it got worse. Much worse.

By the third set of the day, you weren't faring well. You stood on the sidelines, taking notes on gameplay, when your vision started to black out completely. You widened your eyes to realize you couldn't see a thing. Your head pounding, you focused all your energy on just staying on your feet.

A deep voice yelled out, "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You recognized it as Daichi's voice, "Don't worry Daichi, I'm just fine..."

You heard Asahi chime in, "uh.. That was Kuroo talking...on the other side of the court..."

Before you knew it, Kageyama rushed off the court, running towards you and supporting you with his hand on your back, "Damn y/n, you can't see a thing, can you?" You recognized his touch and sent in front of you immediately.

"I'm okay, really."

"Sure.." he dismissed you. "I've got you okay? Must be scary, not being able to see..." he mumbled. "Can you walk if I support you? Here.." He started slowly helping you walk towards the exit of the gym.

"KAGEYAMA!" Hinata shouted, "What's going on??"

He sighed, looking back at the court, "She gets bad migraines, but she'll be okay, don't worry."

There was a collective sigh and chatter resumed across the volleyball court now that everyone understood the issue. Some players were wishing you well, but you could hear next to nothing with the ringing in your ears.

"I'm walking her to her room," Kageyama declared to Coach Ukai before continuing to support you to walk.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. SUGAWARA, get in there."

Suga jolted into action, stepping onto the court to fill Kageyama's place.

And that's the last moment you could clearly make out before you woke up.

You were laying on your back, a cold towel draped across your forehead and a blanket over your body. Tobio sat on the floor next to your bed, and turned around to face you quickly when you heard you moving.

"Y/n," he whispered. "Here, have some water." He handed you a bottle of ice water and you took a couple sips.

"Thank you..."

"No problem, but, why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to distract you."

"That's ridiculous, your migraines are serious and I deserve to know."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

You felt his hand slowly wrap around yours, "No, I...I've been so stressed out and mad at myself I didn't even realize what that might do to you. So absorbed in my own world..."

"My migraine is not your fault Tobio."

"Drink some more," he pushed the water towards you, noticeably keepin ghis voice low and soft to not irritate your head.

You took another sip and sighed, "I'm serious. You have nothing to do with it."

"Regardless, I have everything to do with it now. I'm not leaving your side until you're back to one hundred percent, okay?"

"You don't need to do that."

"But I'm going to," he assured you, squeezing your hand tightly in his, "besides, I'm lucky to be your nurse when you've got quite a few people eager to see you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think those guys have ever whispered in their lives," he chuckled softly, "I told them to piss off until I say you're ready."

"You're the best, Tobio."

"I know."

Before you could even open your mouth to thank him, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and set you back in your thoughts.

"I don't mind taking care of you, you know."

[masterlist]

[lyjen]

Permanent basis

Summary: When a firefighter transfers from the 226 to firehouse 118, Evan immediately doesn’t like the guy. He shares his opinion with his friends, who don’t agree. But when Evan catches him doing something, he loses it.

9-1-1 masterlist

My requests are open! So feel free to send your idea’s 🫶🏽

“Okay 118 let’s gather ‘round and settle in. We have some outstanding tasks from our last shift, and I have an important announcement.” Bobby’s voice sounded over the floor of the firehouse. He was standing in front of the lined-up benches, ready to start the briefing.

Evan was standing behind the last bench, with (y/n) sitting on the red coloured bench in front of him. Hen was sitting next to (y/n), Eddie and Chimney were standing next to Evan himself. He let his right hand fall on (y/n)’s right shoulder, and he plants his lips quick on te back of her head. As he straightens his back again and opens his ears to hear what Bobby has to tell.

Everyone in the firehouse knew Evan and (y/n) were together, all of the members knew they would end up together before Evan and (y/n) did. They were the kind of people that would say: “we’re just friends” And “that is what friends do”. But at least they knew for sure their relationship had the right foundation.

“I’m gonna start with the important announcement.” Bobby started off. “As you know, we’ve had a few floaters for Lucy Donato’s spot at the 118. But we’ve found ourselves a replacement on the permanent basis. Everyone, meet Wes Hargrove.” He continued to speak as he held out a presenting hand towards the newest addition. Wes stood up and took place next to Bobby. “Wes transferred from firehouse 226. So.. let’s not scare him off.” Bobby said as he firmly put his hand on Wes his shoulder, as he proudly presents the newest addition to his crew. “Well I doubt if you can scare me out of one of the best firehouses in the city.” Wes spoke up as he smirked.

It took a few months before Lucy’s spot on the 118 was being filled. There was a firefighter shortage, which is understandable. Because volunteerly running into fires and other dangerous situations wasn’t for everyone.

Evan’s stomach made a turn when Wes stood next to his captain. He couldn’t exactly tell, but something was going on with this guy. He wasn’t sure what it was. But it gave him the feeling that he couldn’t be trusted. Why was he being transferred to 118? What happened at the 226 what made him switch houses?

“Hm. One of the best firehouses in the city and permanent basis? We don’t know anything about this guy.” Evan stated as he leaned over to his side to Eddie. Eddie shook his head with a grin spread on his face. It was typically Evan to react the way he did. “Yeah, well.. you also said you didn’t like Eddie but.. look at you now.” Hen said as she looked to her right, to try and face Evan.

“That was different.” He answered as he folded his arms and leaned forward. A confused look morphed onto Hen’s face. “How was that any different?” She asked Evan. It took him a few seconds to think of an answer to that question.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Hen said when she didn’t receive an answer to her question and turned back around to face the briefing of Bobby. Evan clicked his spine back in place as Hen turned away from him. Evan didn’t need to look at (y/n) to know that she was at this exact moment, was grinning at what just happened.

“Yeah.. okay that was a mistake.” Evan tried to defend himself. “But we all know you and Chim were right about Jonah. So.. what are your thoughts?” He continued as he looked at Chimney and back at Hen. But nobody answered Evan’s question. They were listening to Bobby’s story about the outstanding tasks.

“Okay so that was it. Let’s get to work!” Bobby ended his briefing. All firefighters stood up and spread themselves out into the station.

When (y/n) stands up, she turns around to face Evan. She offers him a small smile, “let’s just not.. judge a book by its cover okay?” (Y/n) spoke softly when she let her hand fall on Evan’s chest and her thumb rubbed softly up and down his shirt. Evan narrowed his eyes. “I’m telling you.. there’s just something about him, that doesn’t add up..” he says as he looked at Wes with a judgmental expression flooded over his face.

(Y/n) knew Evan wasn’t great with changes. Especially with new crew members. He had the same thing when Eddie joined the 118, but also when (y/n) joined the team. It was like Evan was scared to be replaced. As if the people who recently joined, were after his spot at the 118.

When (y/n) joined the 118 about a year ago, Evan wasn’t quite nice to her neither. She understood, a stranger interfering a trusted environment. But all of the attitude seemed to fade when Evan got hurt on scene and she took care of him.

(Y/n)’s hand slides from his chest up to his cheek, as she moved his chin back so he was looking at her instead of Wes. She let her thumb softly rubbing over his cheek. “I just don’t want anyone to get hurt because we let him into our firehouse.” Evan spoke softly as he lets his hand rest on (y/n)’s waist. “Oh Evan..” she sighed, when she cupped his cheeks with both of her hands now and continued to rub her thumb against his cheek.

Evan let his forehead fall against hers, their noses almost touching each other. “I don’t know what it is about him, but I’m gonna find out.” he says as he leaned into the touch and close his eyes for a second. It felt nice, just a moment of no sirens, no adrenaline rushing through their veins, just a moment of silence.

“Really?” Evan said with desperation in his voice as he looked up, pretending to speak to the gods. The alarm sounded through the 118 firehouse, as they called out the ambulance number and casualty. “That’s my queue.” (Y/n) said as she breaks free out of Evan’s grip, and turns around to run towards the ambulance.

____

“Trauma bag” Buck says as he laid his eyes on the clipboard which he was balancing on his left arm, while he checked off another empty space with the pen in his right hand.

Eddie pushes himself off the truck as he walks towards the trauma bag, which was lying on the truck next to the ladder truck. “Yep” he confirms as he grabbed the bag in his right hand and put it in the right compartment. “I’m sorry. What was that?” Buck says as he puts two fingers next to his ear, pretending he didn’t hear Eddie clear enough. Eddie’s face morphed into an unamused expression. “Check.” He corrected himself. “Yeah” Evan nodded in agreement as he checked the box next to the trauma bag on the clipboard.

Evan turned into a whole other person when he was handed a clipboard. Everyone at the 118 thought so, it was not just Eddie. Evan wanted to prove that he could be a leader. Yes he could be reckless and impulsive at times, but that is just who he is.

“AED” he said louder, as he let the pen hoover above the checkmark box. As soon as he heard the word “check” fall off Eddie’s lips, he checked the box. “The..” Evan stopped mid sentence, as he heard the ambulance rig beeping as they drove backwards into the station. He peeked around the truck which was blocking his view of the ambulance. While Eddie leaned his forearms onto the compartment door as he waited for the next thing to put back into the truck. “Okay, saws!”

(Y/n) opened the passenger door where she was sitting as Hen turned the engine of the ambulance off. A sigh rolled off (y/n)’s lips as she shut the door behind her. She put a strand of hair behind her ear when she and Hen both walked towards the rack where they hung their fluorescent jackets.

“How was your call?” Evan asked when she was passing by the truck they were working on. (Y/n) stopped in her tracks, as she spots her boyfriend with clipboard and all in between the trucks walking towards her. (Y/n) made a think-full sound.

As Evan came closer, he lay his clipboard with pen on the other truck. He placed one hand on her cheek as he curled the other on her waist, and planted a kiss against her temple. She sighs. “Could’ve been better” she answered shortly as she creates some distance between Evan and her.

A confused look spread across Evan’s face, normally she wouldn’t pull back that fast. She would just lean into his touch. Something happened on the call.

She shook off her fluorescent jacket, so her uniform was visible now. “Jesus, what happened?” Evan asked when he noticed the enormous stain on her uniform, which looked like mud. Completely understanding now why she pulled back that fast and why she was probably annoyed.

“We got a call that there was some drunk guy faced down on the street. We turned him over to treat him and then.. this happened.” She spoke as she held out her hands to present sent him the huge stain she got on her uniform.

On Evan’s face was an distasteful expression projected. When (y/n) took a look down at the stain on her uniform, she almost threw up herself. “Ugh, I need to shower and change before I’m gonna throw up all over this floor.” she said and turns around to resume her way to hang her jacket.

Evan just laughs at her reaction, as he turns back around to Eddie to go and get the next object. But when Evan turns around, Eddie is gone. “Eddie?” he looks around the station floor, when someone yanks the clipboard out of his hands. “Hen! Seriously!?” Evan yelled after her. “Yep!”

A smile appeared on (Y/n)’s lips as she heard Evan yell at Hen. She had just hung her jacket on the reck underneath her own name, and was continuing her way towards the locker room. She walked into the locker room, closed the door behind her and walked to her locker. (Y/n) yanked open her locker and unbuttoned her shirt as she threw the dirty one into her locker. She was gonna throw that one into the washing-machine as soon as she had a shower.

“Geez what happened to you?” An unfamiliar voice rang through the locker room. She flinched and pushed the towel she had in her hand against her chest as she turned to her left, and sees Wes stopping in his track. He was walking past the line of lockers (y/n) was standing in front of. “Oh.. just a little accident on scene..” (y/n) said, wanting to cut the conversation short.

She wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the locker room. But maybe Wes came from the restrooms. (Y/n) continued grabbing her stuff together, as she sees in the corner of her eye Wes coming closer. “I think we haven’t met yet.” (Y/n) pushed the towel closer to her chest as Wes reaches out his hand. “I’m Wes.” she looked up at him, and back at his hand as she shook it. “(Y/n)” she introduced herself. Wes leaned with the side of his body against the lockers. “Nice to meet you, (y/n).” he said as he smiles at her.

(Y/n) wasn’t interested in a long conversation about his life and hers. All she wanted was a shower and wash the smell off of her body. She turned back to her locker, while one hand remained on the towel she was holding to her chest. “So you’re a paramedic?” Wes spoke up as he saw her grabbing shampoo and a new button up on a hanger out of her locker. She nodded, along with an agreeing sound. She smashes her locker with a bang, trying to give him a hint.

(Y/n) turns to Wes, “Wes.. was it? Right?” she asks. Wes nods, confrirming that it was his name. “Can we talk later? I’m really looking forward to a shower right now, after this call.” she continued. “Yeah sure” he says as he gives (y/n) a gentle smile. “Okay Thanks” she says with a small smile as she passes Wes, who keeps on leaning against the lockers.

Maybe Evan was right, and there was something up with Wes. Or maybe he was just trying to make friends.

_______

“Ah shit, i forgot my phone in the rig.” Wes spoke up when he reached the top of the stairs. Everyone was sitting at the table, waiting for Bobby to fill their plate with some Mac and cheese.

While Wes walked down the stairs again, Bobby started to fill up plates while Hen passed them on to the other firefighters who were sitting at the table. “Where’s (y/n)?” Bobby asked when her seat was empty and she was nowhere to be found on the loft. “Oh yeah, she’s in the shower, she’ll be here soon. She had a little accident on scene.” Evan spoke up as he took a fork full of mac and cheese. “An accident hm? What happened?” Bobby asked on as he took place on his chair. “Some drunk guy puked all over her when we tried to treat him.” Hen answered for Evan, who was chewing like his life depended on it.

“You really can’t eat properly Buck?” Hen said as she pointed with her fork towards Evan’s shirt. Evan presses his chin to his chest as he takes a look down at his shirt, “shit. No.. not again.” He mumbles, as he tries to clean his shirt with a napkin. “You’re not getting that stain out with a napkin.” Hen says as she takes another bite from her food. He sighs, as he pushes back his chair and walks towards the stairs.

He walks into the locker room and opens his locker. He could hear the water streaming out of the shower head down to the floor in a distance. Evan unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it into his locker. He grabbed his other shirt from the hanger, he puts his clean one on and buttoned up his shirt again. As he reaches the last two buttons, he hears a door closing. Which was weird, because he could still hear the water running. His eyes narrowed, as his face morphed into a confused look.

Evan closes his locker and continues his way towards the bathroom, he has to go to the toilet anyway.

He opens the door to the bathroom, and walks to the toilets. When he lays his hand on the door handle, he could see a shadow in the corner of his eye. He lets go of the door handle, as he turns around and walks in the direction of the showers. When he rounds the corner, he could see Wes in front one of the showers, with his phone in his hand. Evan was sure he could see the camera app was opened and Wes is coming closer to the cubicle where the water was running. With his girlfriend underneath the shower.

Evan’s speeds up his steps and gives Wes a hard push to the side of the room. Wes his back falls hard against the wall of the room. But as he bounces back, Evan roughly grabs his collar and pushes him harshly into the wall. While his phone falls to the ground. “And what do you think you’re doing?” Evan’s voice sounded through the small room. His voice sounded dark, as if his inner demon could burst out of him in a second.

“Buck? What the hell are you doing?” (Y/n)’s voice asked when she opened the door of her cubicle with nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body. “Hey take it easy man!” Wes says with a trembling voice. “Are you kidding me?” Evan spoke up at Wes as he pushed him harder into the concrete wall. “Evan!” (Y/n) spoke harder, to get her boyfriend’s attention.

“I found this pervert lurking outside of your shower.” Evan spoke now even harder. “With, his phone in his hand.” He continued. Wes nervously laughed, but stopped when Evan pushed him again. “You think it’s normal? To stand outside someone’s shower? Right after I told you I was going to take one?” (Y/n) said as she tightened the towel around her chest. “I-.. i can explain” Wes said. Evan’s face came dangerously close to Wes his face. “Get out.” Evan said and pushed Wes towards the exit of the bathroom.

“Come on man-“ Wes spoke when Evan continued to push him outside the locker room, onto the station floor where the rigs were stalled. “I didn’t do anything wrong” Wes said. Evan’s face turned to thunder.

Didn’t do anything wrong? He was literally taking pictures of (y/n) while she was taking a shower.

Evan balled his fist, and lashed out his arm until his fist met his face. Wes his hand shot towards his hand as he screamed out in pain. “Fuck!” Evan hissed as he shook his hand, he had hit Wes so hard that his knuckles were bleeding and hurting from the impact. “Buck! What the hell are you doing!” Bobby’s voice roared through the firehouse. Evan pushed Wes against the fire truck. “I found this guy making pictures of (y/n) while she was in the shower.” He spoke up as Evan could hear multiple people running down the stairs.

“What?” Bobby said with a confused sound in his voice. “That is not true!” Wes said trying to get Bobby on his side. “You fucking pervert!” Evan yelled as he pushed Wes back against the fire truck again. Chimney and Eddie were trying to push Evan off of the newbie. “Buck let go.” Bobby warned him as he looked him stern in the eye. When Evan quickly connected with Bobby’s eyes, he roughly let go of Wes.

Evan put his hands up as he backed up from the firefighter and roughly shakes off the hands from Chim and Eddie, who were trying to stop him from attacking Wes again. “It’s true.” (Y/n)’s voice sounded from behind Evan. Evan turned around as he sees his girlfriend walking onto the floor. Her hair was completely soaked, she had her uniform on but her shoes were nowhere to be found. She was walking onto the floor with her socks on and a phone in her hand. “He tried to record me when I was in the shower.” (Y/n) said as she bit on her lower lip and waved with the phone of Wes as if it was some sort of price.

Her eyes stayed locked on Wes, when she handed the phone over to Bobby for evidence. (Y/n) folded her arms over each other. “Don’t worry, you won’t see me naked on that video. Evan came in just in time.” She said as Bobby looked at her with a questionable look. Bobby plays the video and you can hear loud and clear what was happening.

“Your shift just ended. Eddie, make sure he doesn’t run off. I’m calling Athena.” Bobby says as he gives (y/n) the phone and walks away, starting a phone call with his wife. While the rest of the group returns to the loft, (y/n) turns towards her boyfriend. “I’m sorry.” She spoke. “Don’t be” Evan answered.

How could she be sorry? Because she was taking a shower? “No.. I’m sorry i didn’t believe you this morning.” She went on. “God I feel so stupid right now.” She says as her eyes looked at her feet because of the embarrassment. “Hey, hey.. you were right, I shouldn’t be judging people because they made me uncomfortable, or I do not trust them.” Evan said as he put his hand on her shoulder.

(Y/n)’s eyes traced over his hand as she noticed something red on his hand. “Did you hit him?” She asked him when her eyes wandered back to his. “Would you be mad if I said yes?” Evan smirked. (Y/n) laughed as she grabbed his hand which had some blooded knuckles. She inspected his hand. “(Y/n).. I’m fine. I swear.” Evan says as he hissed when (y/n) applied pressure to see if he hurt his hand. “Let me at least clean your wounds.” Evan sighed. He knew she wouldn’t take a no for an answer. So he agreed.

They walked towards the stairs which led to the loft and a first aid kit. “Didn’t you forget something before you left the locker room?” Evan laughed while he put his right arm around her shoulders. “Yeah I know. I didn’t have time to put my boots on when I already lost so much time putting on my uniform, while I was still half soaking wet.” She explained. He put his mouth close to her ear. “You know I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that towel again.”

[two-white-butterflies]

peaches - am. targaryen

Description: Your father decided to marry you to the elusive, Aemond Targaryen. After a year of marriage, he still refuses to acknowledge your existence - that is until after Criston Cole becomes his son's teaching instructor. Cole isn't only interested in teaching your son. (MODERN AU) Rating: Mature 18+ (breast play, jealousy sex, desk sex, slight breeding kink, size kink, spit kink because it wouldn't be an aemond fic without it.)

There was nothing to love - no personality or show of appreciation. He kept to himself and expected you to do the same. "Aegon, please calm down." you mumble aware of Aemond's gaze from inside his office. "I wanna go swimming!" the child demands staring at the pool with his adorable purple eyes.

Aemond has shown no interest in helping you raise his son. He's there for parties and events - there when the child has a nightmare, but when it comes to Aegon's day-to-day activities - he's absent. You sigh. Aemond is a great father, but he's occupied with his work.

"We have to wait for the instructor, ñuha tresy." you smile, adjusting the skimpy swimsuit that you wore. It was revealing - it exaggerated the best parts of your body, while hiding the parts that you hated. Any husband wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you - but he was able to. Aemond has never touched you before - not even a strand of your hair. "Please, I won't go in the deep parts." he promised, jumping up and down with excitement.

A laugh escapes your lips, not trusting the little boy.

You lean down to his body - pushing a strand of his hair away from his face. "Have patience, little one." you answered firmly, prompting the boy to give you his best puppy eyes. You were about to allow him down the pool but someone clears their throat from behind you.

Criston Cole was staring at you - specifically your endowments. Your posture shifts as your body regains it's full height. He had that porno look in his eyes. The one that a man has before fucking a girl in a pornhub video. You didn't like it - you felt disgusted.

"Well, Mr. Cole will take care of you now." you walked to the side - gathering the robe on the daybed. You walk away from the pool - trusting the maids to supervise your step-son.

Completely unaware of Aemond's gaze.

He tried to focus on the mountains of paperwork on his desk - but he couldn't. His mind was elsewhere. He imagines you wearing that red swimsuit. The fucking swimsuit that you bought for him - the swimsuit that he should be the only one looking when you wore. He sees the way Criston Cole stares at you.

He places his pen down, opening his venetian blind slightly to watch his son learning to swim. You were standing there again - hovering over them with a blue-towel on your hands.

His son wasn't learning to swim - he was on top of a fucking floater while the instructor ogled at your breasts. His grip on his fountain pen tightens, spilling ink on his brand new pants.

He'll fucking gouge that man's eyes.

He reaches for his telephone, dialing his sister. "Helaena, are you there?" he pauses waiting for his sister's reply.

"Yeah?" she questioned.

"Can you escort Mr. Cole to his car? We won't be needing his services any longer." he commands, earning a snort from his older sister. "Is this because of his wandering eye?" she inquired, and he could hear the faint sound of someone slurping milkshake on the other line.

"If you have a problem with him staring at (your name)'s body, then you should fire all of your house-staff." she taunted, not telling the full truth - but also wanting to see how the situation would turn out. You were a pretty little thing - the eye-candy inside the Targaryen manor.

Everyone but Aemond seemed to be engrossed with you.

"What?" he interrogated, voice suddenly raising with anger. He could imagine all of his servants staring at you, watching you strut like a model on fashion-week.

"Fire Mr. Cole, right? I'm on it." she promised, ignoring his outburst and hanging up on him.

You were annoyed with everything.

Annoyed with Aegon singing his favorite nursery rhyme while underwater. Annoyed by your husband's lack of emotion and annoyed with Cole trying to talk to you.

Helaena comes to save you.

"Mr. Cole." she looks down with her sweet voice. "Yes?" he asked, pretending to hold little Aegon. "The maids have prepared your towels and the shower that you will be using. We do not need your lessons anymore." she announced and his face falls flat on the ground. "What? That's impossible - Aeg doesn't know how to swim yet." he defended but Helaena's thin-lipped smile proved that he wasn't doing shit.

"We can have that arranged, but as of the moment we have no need of you." the woman added, one of the maids held unto the boy while Criston emerged from the pool - mumbling strings of insults.

There were three rules before your marriage to him. One, don't do anything that would ruin his reputation. Two, remain loyal to him. And three, never go inside his rooms.

This was your first time stepping on the carpet that was outside his office door.

"Aemond." you call out.

The door opens automatically and you welcome yourself inside.

He doesn't stare at you - or even acknowledges your existence. He keeps on jotting down his notebook. "Did you have to fire Mr. Criston? I don't like him but Aegon adores him." you ask in a soft tone, careful to not offend him.

It was impossible to offend him - no matter how hard you tried, he always kept his cool.

"He's incompetent. There's no room for that in my household." he replies in a cold tone, continuing to sign a few bands of contracts. "I suppose," you look around the room - scanning around his decor. There were pictures of history around the walls - the beginning of industrialism and the decline of tradition.

He was a man of the arts - and you didn't know that.

You knew nothing about your husband. How fucking stupid.

" - and don't wear that swimsuit again." he added after a deep breath. Your eyebrows merged into each other. He wasn't going to tell you what you could and couldn't wear. "I beg your pardon?" you inquire.

He looks up from his paper - and unto you. The girl who was still wearing the said swimsuit.

"It's not appropriate." he asserted through gritted teeth. He couldn't understand why he was riled up at the thought of other man staring at you - and your round and perfect peaches. "What is appropriate to you? I cannot wear my pajamas around the pool." you responded in a brash manner, his eye widens at your show of rebellion.

"You can wear a bikini but not around men." he tried to reason, navigating himself around the labyrinth of his own reasoning. He didn't make sense. "Not around you, then?" you take a step forward, dominating over him in front of his desk.

He stands up, reaching for the collar of the bathrobe that you wore - he pulls your body closer, merging his lips with yours.

What is his is yours.

His money, his empire, even his son - but you were only his.

His to fuck. His to breed.

A moan escapes your mouth as you began climbing over the desk. Kneeling but you weren't able to reach his height. Your head only reached his eyebrows. "He was staring at you, huh?" he asked, slowly untangling the strings that held your top.

With a tug of a string, your breasts were revealed to him. Taut and bouncy, like he imagined them. His hands fondled your breasts, playing and teasing them. He lowers his head, sniffing your neck and placing a nipple inside of his mouth.

He was sucking you - like a newborn babe searching for milk.

"Aemond." you moaned, pulling his head closer.

His right hand trails down to your mound, teasing it through the cloth. "You are mine." he announced, pressing kisses on both of your breast - alternating between the two of them. "Yours." you replied, his hands untangling the string that held your bottom - letting it loose.

He frees himself from your grasp, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He lowers his boxers - freeing his cock that stood tall and proud. Your eyes widened at his length - it was going to fit, but it was going to hurt.

You sit properly on his desk, legs wide open as you welcomed him. "Do it." you demanded earning an amused chuckle from the business magnate. He places a hand on your face - cupping your cheeks. He inserts a finger inside your mouth, allowing you to suck on it as his cock enters your hole.

It was pleasure - breath taking pleasure.

Your grip on his shoulder tightens, telling him to go deeper.

"Harder." you moaned.

He complies with your order, lifting your leg to reach the top of his elbows. "Fuck - shit." you cursed, entering a new realm of pleasure. There were stars in your eyes. You hold unto his shoulder, eyes gazing up to interlock with his.

His eye was beautiful.

It was a deep shade of lavender.

"Keep moaning and I'll cum." he threatened, pulling your body closer and rocking his desk. The paperwork was forgotten - all in favor of his beautiful girl. "Cum inside of me." you moaned again, feeling his length prod inside your cervix. "You want to give our son a sibling?" he chuckled darkly.

"Yes!" you moan. His cock was reaching places you didn't believe was possible.

You hear the desk rock loudly - like an earthquake. Your leg falls on his side, and he raises the other one over his shoulder - slightly tipping your body to be lying down. "Oh - Aemond!" you scream feeling otherworldly bliss.

His hands squeeze around your cheeks, staring at your face - mouth wide open with lust. "Who owns you?" he asks, squeezing it tightly. "You do!" you answer, and he smiles.

Rocking on a steady rhythm.

"Open your mouth, princess." he commands and you follow him, opening wider. He closes his mouth - gathering the spit on his tongue, releasing it on your mouth. "Swallow." he ordered and you obeyed him - the faint taste of whiskey lathering inside your mouth.

"I love you," you confess feeling a hot sensation in the bottom of your stomach. "I love you to, princess." he replies, merging your lips together as thick ropes of cum populate your ovaries.

[the-californicationist]

The Fourth of July

Another gift fic for another awesome friend of mine! Stockings are getting stuffed left and right this year. <3 <3

Alex/FReader - foreign reader, blowjob/Facefuck, spit kink, soft!Alex

You are celebrating your first July 4th with Alex and his friends at your brother's lake house. Seeing the booming fireworks, eating hotdogs, and drinking out of those red solo cups - just like the movies - has been so much fun. But, you and Alex get a little carried away in the pool house.

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When he picked you up for the party, Alex looked like he was Mr. USA. His fluorescent blue swim trunks were short, the hem sitting high on his huge, muscular thighs, showing off his carbon fiber leg. The arms of his old Army tee shirt were sliced open, giving you a view of his endless, tanned skin. His ribs and abs rippled beneath the surface as he parked the Silverado in the road and hopped out of it to greet you. 

You’d never wanted to run your hands through a shock of hair so badly in your life, buried under a bright red trucker cap with the bill turned backwards. He was smacking his gum loudly, and he was already sunburnt across his nose. 

“Hey, there. You ready for some freedom?”

You smiled, enjoying his American accent,

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I think.”

“C’mon. Your brother’s waitin’ for us at the house. Got about fifty pounds of barbeque workin’ on the pit, I’ll bet.”

He grabbed your bag and threw it into the back of his truck before grabbing your arm and helping you into the lifted cab of the vehicle. Your swimsuit coverup billowed in the wind, and he gently gathered it up for you, moving it away so it wouldn’t get caught in the heavy door. 

Alex pulled himself into the driver’s seat, flexing his tattooed forearms as he settled into position, gripping the wheel tightly. As you looked closer, you started to notice little scars, nothing major. But, you were always quick to forget what his day job was: CIA war machine. He threw on a pair of hot-pink sunglasses with a floater neck strap attached, and handed you his spare pair. You slipped them on, feeling much cooler than you thought you should. As you pulled onto the road, he cranked up the music until you couldn’t even hear yourself think. 

You took the opportunity of being bathed in sound to study him from across the center console of the truck. The landscape of America - strip centers and wooded fields - rushed by you unadmired, and you were trapped by him. You thought you’d gotten away with a long, delicious appraisal, but he flipped his glasses down his nose and peeked over them at you. The look in his eye made you blush. 

He turned the music down and stared at you while the huge truck idled at a red light. His voice was nice and even as he asked,

“What are you lookin’ at, darlin’?”

“Nothing,” you tried to be dismissive, playing coy but doing it badly. 

An enormous, rough hand grabbed you around your knee,

“Nothin’? Like what you were wearin’ in that snap you sent me last week, nothin’?”

You blushed pink. The light turned green. Alex stayed staring at you, squeezing your leg, until someone behind him honked, and even then he took his sweet time. 

“Mmhm,” you said, waiting for his next move as he drove onward, revving the truck’s angry engine.

“Did you tell him yet?” Alex asked, threading his fingers through yours as you captured it from your lap..

“No,” you laughed under your breath, “I think you’d have known by now if I had.”

He laughed with you, readjusting his cap,

“I think I’d have a black eye by now.”

You grimaced in reply, knowing your brother’s temper. He wouldn’t be thrilled to see you flirting with his best friend from when he was enlisted. Alex saw you frown, and he held your hand a little tighter, saying,

“Worth it.” 

You drew in a tight breath and looked over at him. His gaze stayed on the road this time, pushing the speed limit, taking the exit to the lake. 

You’d known Alex Keller ever since your brother moved to Clearwater. Your brother, Charlie, had studied at university and he had fallen in love with a man who was in Alex’s old regiment. They’d gotten married, and now, Charlie had his green card and everything. All of Alex’s friends and army buddies had brought Charlie into the fold. He was even driving a Ford F-150 these days. If it wasn’t for his Kiwi accent, he could’ve passed as a true American. 

You tried to come over to see Charlie and his husband, Greg, every summer. But, with the restrictions in place, it had been a few years. This would be a happy reunion as long as he didn’t discover the relationship blooming between you and his best friend, Alex. 

It had been an accident, really. Charlie had lost his phone, and Alex had called you by accident, trying to find it. Then, you had just…kept calling. They were late night talks for you, and early morning talks for him, but you and Alex just seemed to have so much to say to each other. When he flew out to Urzikstan for dangerous missions, or over to Russia to do God knows what, he would always send you back some little trinkets from his trip. 

You knew it was a lie. You knew, in your heart, that he had been over there killing people and saving the world from whatever horrors were terrorizing those deep, dark places. But, when you got a little glass camel figurine in the mail, its box covered in a million stamps, you put it on your window sill and watched the light dance through it like it hadn’t been shipped from some sort of master of war. But, if you were truly honest with yourself, you didn't give a shit. 

You’d been talking for about six months now, and the build up to your trip was intense. The anticipation was killing you both. Seeing him now, feeling the bones of his hand in yours as you massaged the tiny muscles inside of his palm, it was all too much. You needed Charlie to understand that you had fallen madly in love with his best friend.

“I think we should tell him,” Alex said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Shit,” you scoffed, “He’s gonna lose it.”

“I don’t want to keep hiding you away. And maybe…” you heard the familiar tones of doubt in his throat, “Maybe I’m not the kind of man your brother wants for you. But, I can be.”

You kissed the back of his hand, letting the tiny hairs tickle your skin. The lake house wasn’t far, but you wanted to reassure him more than just chaste affection. 

“I’m eager to see the kind of man you can be,” you turned the seduction up to eleven, hoping he wouldn’t immediately laugh at you. 

He didn’t laugh. If anything, other than a flash of panic in his eyes, he didn’t move. He allowed you to flip his hand over, its wide palm facing the sky as you planted kiss after kiss onto his skin. You felt his breathing quicken, rippling through his limbs. Finally, you took his forefinger into your mouth and began to gently suck on its tip. It was salty, and probably unclean, but you didn’t care. You kept going, moving your mouth up and down his thick digit as if it were his cock. And goddamn did you want it to be his cock.

The phone calls had turned flirtatious, and then downright lascivious, in the last few months. Once, while he was hiding in a bunker somewhere in Ukraine, he’d called you, desperate. You listened to him as he pulled hungrily on his cock, letting you listen to the wet slipping sounds of his fist pounding into his skin, searching for release. He’d begged for your mouth. He said it was all he could think about, and the gorgeous little whimpering noises he made had set it in your mind. You dreamed about blowing him for weeks. You thought about how his come would taste when you had been sitting in the terminal and waiting on your plane. You were going to suck the life out of Alex Keller at this fucking party tonight if it was the last thing you ever did. 

“Oh,” his voice was shaking and quiet, “Fuuuuuck.”

One more strong suck on his finger and you let him loose, wiping away the wetness with your hand, lacing your fingers back through his as if nothing had happened. 

His breathing was ragged, and his hand was trembling. The lake house was just up ahead, and as Alex pulled into the drive, he took his hand back from your grip to adjust his growing cock. It looked heavy, and you couldn’t stop staring. 

“Holy shit,” he sighed, “Charles is gonna kill me.”

“I won’t let him,” you smiled. 

“That mouth…” he was still turned on, and his voice was deepened by his arousal.

“Wait til you see what else it can do,” you grinned and popped open your door to greet Charlie. 

Your brother was in a black apron and carrying a set of tongs. He was at least six and a half feet tall and built like an ox. The back of his neck was red from the sun, and he wore his hair up in a poorly coiffed bun. You shut the truck door and he turned around. When he saw you, his face lit up, and he shouted your name across the yard. 

“Kia ora, sister. Look at you! How’s the Air B&B?”

Charlie held you close to his body, hugging you so tight that it hurt. You let it hurt. 

“Fine. I’m starving.”

“It’s coming. Where’s Alex?”

“Grabbing the bags, I think.”

You turned back around and watched as Alex bent into the truck bed and pulled your bag out along with his. He’d let his sunglasses fall around his neck and walked over to you and Charlie. 

“Charles,” Alex smiled, dropping a bag to shake your brother’s hand. 

“Alex, thanks for picking her up. Greg and the boys are down at the dock.”

You spent the day jet skiing and swimming with Alex and all of your brother’s friends. The girlfriends and wives and husbands all introduced themselves, or reintroduced themselves if they had met you before, and Alex stuck by your side through it all. He could have easily abandoned you to go on the fishing trip that most of the other men were keen to take, or he could have hung around Charlie all day since it had been months since they’d seen each other, too. But, he didn’t. He seemed to know that you didn’t want to be alone, and he held you to him in as much as he dared. 

It would be a lie, though, if you two didn’t admit to sharing a stray touch or even a kiss every now and then. You kept finding excuses to be alone together.

Finally, it was nearly fireworks time, and Greg was setting up the array of them. The purple dusk was just settling on the horizon, and you and Alex had front-row seats. He had brought you another icy beer from the cooler, and a towel from inside the house to sit on. You’d positioned yourselves right next to the small pool house, a little away from the crowd. 

The pool house was little more than a small bedroom and a toilet, but it was big enough to block anyone from seeing you two from behind. That way, if someone was looking at you, you’d know it. The excitement of hiding your affection from everyone was exhilarating. 

You had worn your bright pink triangle bikini, and Alex had spent most of the day staring at it. You’d even made him retie the bows a few times, just to torture him. Once, he’d even managed to swipe a finger over your nipple, so you knew that once everyone’s eyes were focused on the exploding sky, it was on. 

Other houses on the lake were popping their own fireworks, and there was a man who was famous for his end-of-the-night show. As Charlie lit more and more of the small ones, you noticed the other houses following suit. It was pretty, and every time a mortar cracked in the sky, you could feel it in your chest. 

Once it became dark enough, you started to rub your hand up and down Alex’s bare thigh. He scooted closer and closer to you like a dog begging for more pets. You obliged him, running your fingers higher and higher until you were disturbing the hem of his shorts. Then, you went for it.

He felt you move your hand to the warm flesh between his legs, and he whispered,

"No, no, wait...oh, fuck..."

You put your hand through the stretchy leg of the nylon trunks and searched for his heavy cock and balls. You ignored his dick at first, rubbing his balls gently, moving them around in your hand, massaging them and feeling his dick fighting for attention above your wrist. 

“Holy fucking shit, woman,” he hissed, fidgeting in his seat, his eyes turned skyward as he gasped as quietly as he could. 

“You enjoying the show?” You asked, acting very casual. 

“Enjoying…Jesus Christ,” Alex furrowed his brow at you and wiped a hand down his face. His eyes shone blue and then green and then red as the colors burst above you.  

Finally, you wrapped your fingers around his swollen rod, nearly three times as large as it had been soft, and started to pump up and down slowly and deliberately. He let out a trembling breath. 

“Baby, baby, baby, please…ah, please.”

“What do you need, Alex?” You whispered, kissing his neck, “Tell me. I wanna hear it.”

“I need your mouth, baby. Please, I’ll do anything,” he kissed you back, his mustache and beard tickling your skin, sending chills down your arms.

You looked over your shoulder at the pool house, and he followed your gaze. Then, you looked back down at the dock and saw Charlie and Greg untangling a huge fireworks display. You had time.

“C’mon,” you stood up quietly and opened up the door to the pool house. 

The two of you snuck in and shut it behind you, still able to see through the small skylight as the fireworks were going off outside. You didn’t wait for him to get settled. In fact, you grabbed Alex by the arm and pulled him into the small room, sinking to your knees on the well-worn rug. You looped your fingers in the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down. His cock flagged free, bobbing up and down, and he was as hard as a stone. 

“Holy fuck! Wait, wait…oh, fuck!” He tried to catch his balance, and set his hands on your shoulders. 

You stared at his hard length, admiring the velvety smoothness of his skin, looking at his bare, pink head. You could see the scar from his circumcision, and you ran your tongue along the dark line of skin, licking him up and onto his plump, uncovered head. The sound he made from your first contact would be burned into your brain forever. It was a low, dark growl mixed with a sigh that seemed like he had just been relieved from carrying the whole world on his shoulders. Maybe he had. 

You took him into your mouth achingly slowly, looking up at him the entire time you did so, watching his face contort into different stages of blissful agony. He had one hand in his hair, pulling on it at the roots, his hat knocked back, looking like he was in shock. You swallowed him deeper, opening and closing your throat with swallow after swallow, making more and more drool pool in your mouth as you did until it was running out of your lips and down onto your chest. 

Then, you began to bob your head back and forth along as much of his length as you could take, choking yourself with it until it hurt just a little. You tried to relax. You wanted to show him that you could take it all, that you could be his relief. 

You focused on his head, running your tongue over its crest, tasting his salty precome as you lapped over his hole, rubbing the slick back and bumpy front of your tongue across it over and over and over. You used your hand to pump him up and down as you did, shaking him vigorously while he was sucked into your mouth.

Then, just as you were finding a steady, beating rhythm, he took your head in his hands and pulled you off of him. He was panting and ferocious when he whispered to you,

“Oh, my fucking God, baby. You don’t have to —”

“I want to,” you insisted, wrapping your hands behind your thighs and pulling his cock into your lips again. You kissed his head like it was his mouth, making out with his cock, covering him in your spit. 

You felt him take one of the strings of your bikini in his hands and tug. Your top fluttered down, exposing your breasts to the dark room. You moaned.

When you did, he stumbled forward, losing his balance,

“Shit. Baby, I can't...” he begged, catching himself on the side of the end table, his knuckles white and straining to hold up his weight. 

“I’ll let you sit,” you said cheekily, “If you hold my hair for me.”

“Oh, God,” he sank to the bed and laced his fingers through your hair, grabbing the back of your skull. 

You sucked him harder, moaning as you did so, playing with your nipples and feeling your drool run down your chin. 

Alex’s hand was only loosely connected, and you wanted more from him. You pulled away again and looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster,

“Alex,” you had his attention like a bright fire, “Fuck my face. Please.” 

A snarl came out of his mouth, and he had to put himself back together before he answered you. He used his big hands to pet your hair out of your face, running a thumb across your wet bottom lip with tender care,

“I don’t wanna hurt you, baby. This feels so good. I don’t need you to -”

“I need you to. I wanna feel you in my throat.”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Only a little,” you smiled and licked the tip of him again, teasing him.

“If I hurt you, pinch me. Hard.”

You nodded, taking him as deep as you could. Then, when you reached your limit, you felt his hands get tight, shoving you down past your mouth and into your throat. He was still so gentle with you as he moved himself inside of you, fucking you ever so slowly, waiting for your pinch. So, you started to moan and lick and pull him closer with your hands, pushing yourself to the point of gagging. 

He yanked you off of him in a hurry, thinking you were injured. A long, frothy line of drool came out with him, and you spit the rest onto his shaft and returned him to your mouth. Now that you knew that you could go that deep with help, you tried to do it without, and you nearly succeeded. 

Alex was a complete mess above you, and his moans had become high, whining whimpers. With every swallow, with every lick, you earned a new noise. A gasp, a curse, a shaking cry. You played him like an instrument. Loudly.

Finally, you took him all the way in, past even where he had dared to push you, and you buried your nose in his crotch, smelling his hair and sweat and skin. 

“Oh, fucking shit! Fuck that’s deep. Oh, God. Oh, God! Baby!”

He was unraveled like a ball of string, spilling out everywhere. His body betrayed his politeness, and he thrust himself into you once, twice. You watched as the rockets and cannons and mortars all exploded around you in a fiery, rainbow crescendo, he came down your throat, crying for you, whimpering your name, gasping through gritted teeth. 

You counted to ten, trying not to gag, feeling his cock pulsing in your mouth, beating like a heart. Then, you started to get light-headed. So, you pulled back, releasing him in a slobbery, wet mess of come and spit. 

You leaned forward into his lap and began to lick him clean. He shuddered as you did so, shaking and moaning as your tongue touched all of his sensitive places. You saved his head for last. Licking up and down his shaft, cleaning his come from him, tasting his body’s sweet, sticky release. Until finally, you looked up at him with a sly smile. 

He looked down at you in dumb shock as you sucked all the fluid away from his swollen head, and he gasped as you finished the job. You released him with a pop from your lips and smiled, sitting back on your heels and playing with your tits. 

Alex lay on the bed for a while, and you joined him, rubbing his skin under his cutoff tee. He rolled onto his side and greedily suckled on your nipples, kissing your mouth and neck affectionately, fondling you a little more aggressively than you expected. Then, he looked up at the door and back down at you,

“Will you still want me after your brother breaks my nose?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes,

“Sure, I will.” 

“Then, wait here, baby. I’ll be right back.”

[madwomansapologist]

a helping hand | nami

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synopsis: Luffy should've know better than being so close to the edge of the ship. Of course he would fall, it was just a matter of time. After you saved him, getting soaked and shivering from the salty water, Nami was so kind to help you get into a hot bath. You just didn't expect her to keep you company. Or to insist on washing your skin for you. [2.4K]

warnings: smut. dubcon. voyeurism. groping. masturbation. fingering. manipulation. dumbification. nudity. body massage. tw: use of 'good girl'. soft dom!nami. yandere!nami? female!reader.

Humming an old song, you walked around the Going Merry deck gathering your scattered materials. You asked Zoro a zillion times to not touch your things but don't matter how much he tries to be blasé: Zoro has a weak point for shining things.

You dropped all the metal pieces on your construction table, and separated everything into piles that looked disorganized but made perfect sense to you.

Still humming, you grabbed your screwdriver and went back to work on your recent project. Explosives are easy to make, but your crew isn't exactly in a position to waste a lot of gunpowder. Just unscrew the right parts, gather the remaining gunpowder from the stray bullets on the deck, connect the right wires and that's it! Usopp will get so happy!

"I need opinions", Sanji entered your room without knocking on the door. He put a dish in front of you, something that smelled so good you didn't even thought about complaining.

You took the silver spoon from him, and you felt how soft the cake was when you cut it. You couldn't help but to close your eyes, enjoying the moment. "You said you needed compliments?"

Sanji almost held your new creation, but the thought of getting his hands dirty convinced him of doing otherwise. "You always know what to say, sweetheart."

"And you al-"

The sound of something heavy falling shut you up. You looked around, fearing that one of the bombs had fallen off your desk, but there was nothing wrong. Then you heard the excruciating scream.

"Luffy", you both said in sintony.

When you both made to the deck, nothing was there. You ran to the other side, but it was just as desolate. "Is everything fine?"

You came back to Sanji, you saw him starring at the ocean. You did the same thing, supporting your body on a rope, and saw. The straw hat was floating.

"Luffy!" Sanji yeled, but received no answers. "Luffy!"

"Why all that noise?" Zoro get out of his room, his wristband resting on top of his three katanas.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep but Luffy fell in the fucking ocean", Sanji started to prepare a floater, working on a strong knot.

Zoro walked towards the boat's ropes, and you kept on looking at the ocean. If you know Luffy well — and you do —, then his hat fell and he didn't thought twice before jumping. You stared at the floating hat, waiting to see a sign of him.

When his hand appeared, a loud gasp stretched your throat. You looked around. Both men were doing the best they could but it wasn't fast enough. So you did the only thing you knew would stop Luffy from drowning.

You dived.

The water was so cold you almost screamed, but you had a better goal in mind. Luffy, even not being able of entering the salty water, would've done the same for you or any of the crew. He wouldn't hesitate. And you can't be weak when your captain is in danger.

You went up to breathe and check where the hat was. Sanji and Zoro shouted, but you were in no condition to hear them. You dived again, this time towards the straw hat.

Luffy struggled, trying to swim upwards, but his body was so heavy. He saw his hands, the sun shining beyond the sea barrier, his hat in the distance. It became difficult to keep his eyes open. His breath had run out so long ago. Desperate, Luffy tried to stretch again.

Something grabbed him, and Luffy tried to fought. He was so lucky for not having the strenght to fight a dove at the moment, because when the thing pulled him to the surface Luffy could finally breath again.

He coughed until all the water inside his lungs were back in the sea. Luffy held onto you. That was the first time you saw him so vulnerable. So in need of help.

"I am here", you tried to calm him down. You put his hat on his head. "I am here, captain."

Your body ached, but you held him and made sure his head wasn't near the sea. Every muscle burned inside of you. They dropped the floater, you put it around Luffy's body. Zoro hoisted him up, you could hear Usopp helping.

When it came down again, you held onto it and let them help you. All your members were shaking, everything was so cold.

Zoro held you and helped you stand on the Going Merry. He was so strong, and yet so gentle. Zoro can try to hide it, but you know his heart is his best quality. Your legs betrayed you when he let you go, but Usopp grabbed you before you could hit the ground.

He helped you sat on the deck, right beside where Luffy layed down. You mirrorred him, facing the sky. You let the breeze invade your lungs, the sky hurt your eyelids, seagulls sang in the distance. Freedom. Absolute freedom. Just like Luffy promissed you.

You breath in, letting the air relax your muscles. A shadow covered you, probably a cloud floating in the atmosphere, the sun couldn't aim you anymore. "You're fine?"

"Are you some kind of hero?" Even with your eyes closed you were still able to see Luffy's smile. "An angel?"

You laughed. It hurted, but it was the kind of pain that don't really matter. "You were drowning."

"I'm talking about my straw hat. You saved it", you heard Luffy sitting. His spirit was back already. Good. Really good. "And she even called me captain!"

"Don't get used to it", you heard Nami. You blinked, trying to expel the salty water from your eyes. Just then you realized that it was her shadow that protect you from the sun. Kneeling by your side, Nami's concern was almost palpable. "You both could've died."

You gave her a beaming smile. "I'm not that easy to kill."

"Me neither!" Luffy jumped from the floor and get on his feet. "Still brand new."

"Annoyingly resilient", Sanji murmured to himself. He approached, another shade preventing the sun from bothering you, and extended his hand. "What a crew!"

Nami pushed his hand away, and extended hers. "Do you think you can walk, brave girl?" Sanji rolled his eyes and followed Luffy, probably to offer him food.

You grabbed her hand, and without effort Nami managed to lift you up. For a moment you felt like you were going to fall, gravity playing tricks on your perception, but Nami held you by the shoulders. You melt between her hands.

"Are you fine?" Nami asked. Her fingers carressed you soggy skin. She squeezed your arm, her warm hands contrasting your icy body. "Do you think you can take a bath?"

"I can't get back to work stinking of fish, can I? Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

"I know. You just don't need to."

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Leaning against the wall, you watched Nami preparing your bath. She boiled water, filled the bathtub, and now balanced the temperature with cold water. The way she was so exact, careful, made you smile.

She put her hand on the water. "Perfect", Nami murmured to herself. She turned to you, drying her hand on a towel. "Come here."

You were shivering, the clothes weighing you down. The closer you get, the more you felt how hot the water really was. You dipped your hand into the bathtub, an involuntary moan escaped your mouth. "Perfect. Thank you, Nami."

Nami walked away from the bathtub, taking the buckets with her. She placed them at the back of the bath area, and walked to the door. "Take off your clothes," Nami said. You heard the door being locked. "That way the water will cool down."

"Why are you still here?"

"I've told you. I will take care of you", Nami crossed her arms, walking slowly towards you. "Do you need help with you clothes?"

"No, I..." You held your wet clothes, the temperature of your body suddenly increasing. "I would rather not do this in front of you."

"Oh, I get it now", Nami smiled to you as if it was just a normal conversation. "We are girls. There's no need to be shy. Here, let me help you."

Nami touched the hem of your blouse. You tried to pull away, but she pulled you closer. Your chest collided with hers. "It's okay," she began to pull the soaked fabric up. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course", it was true. You trusted your life to her before, and you would do it again. You would've died for Luffy early if it was needed, and you would do the same for her. "You know that."

"Then let me help you, huh?" Nami purred against your ear. "Can you do that for me?"

You stopped fighting back. Nami gave your cheek a delicate kiss. "Good girl."

Nami pulled your shirt up, the sticky wet fabric giving you goosebumps as she slid it across your skin. She threw it on the floor, and admired you. You tried to cover your breasts, but Nami held your wrists. "No need to be embarrassed. You're beautiful."

Without being able to answer her, you just watched her kneel in front of you. She undid the buttons on your shorts and pulled them down. You leaned on her shoulders to take them off, Nami smiled at your gesture. She discarded it like the blouse, and rested her hands on your thigh.

"Don't you feel better now?" Her fingers played with the seam of your panties. You closed your legs. "Without all that wet, heavy clothing. Don't you think I did the right thing?"

“I guess so”, you swallowed. When you felt her fingers pulling your panties, the movement so slow it bordered on torture, you closed your eyes tightly. "Nami, I..."

"Open your eyes."

You did as she said. Now naked, you just wanted to hide yourself. Nami smiled at you, her eyes shining. "Enter the water."

You turned to get into the bath, and you did it so quickly it was almost inhuman. Up to your chin in the water, you heard her approaching. She sat on the tube, and grabbed you by your chin. "Feeling good?"

You looked up at her and nodded. "Great", she said. Nami wet the soap and rubbed it on her hand. "Now I'm going to make you feel even better."

She started with your hands. Nami massaged them with so much devotion, so much care, that you almost forgot your shame. The affection rose to your arms. You felt the soap penetrating your skin, taking away the smell of salt. Her hands smooth out the knots in your muscles. When she focused on your shoulders it was impossible not to close your eyes. "Feels so good."

When her hands caressed your breasts, a part of you didn't want to complain or pull away. A part of you asked you to stay there, quiet, and let Nami do whatever she wanted. She always knew what was best for you. And that was the voice you heard.

She squeezed them lightly, slid her fingers through them, pinched your nipples. Nami soaped them, massaged them, worshiped them.

As she dropped her hands, you couldn't help but complain. "Patience, brave girl," Nami scratched your thighs. "Open your legs for me."

And you did as she asked you.

Her fingers ran down your thighs, squeezed your waist, played with your skin. Then they approached the hottest point on your body. The point that seemed to vibrate, boil under the water. You shivered when her finger touched your lips.

Nami's other hand went up your body, her nails scratching your skin, and ended up grabbing your hair. Your head fell back, exposing your neck, and Nami slid her nose against your damp skin. "My girl is so sensitive", she licked the junction of your neck and shoulder.

With her tongue working on your neck, playing with your sensitive skin, her fingers circled your lips. Your nerves screamed under her fingers, your mouth wouldn't stay closed. Nami could turn you over, smear you, twist you: you wouldn't complain.

Her thumb pressed against your clit, the bone slamming into your stiff nerve at an excruciating pace. Nami let go of your hair and moved her hand down to your breasts, playing with your sensitive nipples. You moaned, blurrs glowing in your closed eyelids, and you rolled your hips against her fingers.

Without needing to hear you ask, without even warning you, Nami penetrated you with two fingers. The sounds you made became louder, more needy, and with each movement of your fingers inside you, your body became hotter. You smiled, so immersed in the pleasure that you didn't even notice the lewd way Nami was looking at you.

She curled her fingers. The pressure massaging your walls became too much, and you grabbed her fist. "N-Nami, I..."

"Do it again", Nami bit your neck. She increased the speed of her fingers. As she thrust her fingers into you, her palm bumped against your clit. A shameful sound escaped your pussy. It was so good. So, so good. "Moan my name."

"Nami", you did as she demanded. It was impossible to say anything other than her name. Your moans were so loud, so shameful, you wouldn't think it was impossible for everyone on deck to hear you. But you didn't care. You didn't care about anything. "Don't stop."

Then Nami opened her fingers. She became even more brutal, her hand went back to your hair. She grabbed it tightly, almost really hurting you.

It started as a numbing wave. It passed through your pussy, up your belly, reached your breasts. All your limbs became useless, your mouth hung open, your eyes closed. And when the wave reached your head, you were already unable to breathe. You could only tremble against her fingers.

You squirmed, and it was Nami who kept you sitting down. She continued to fuck you, to torture your clit, to hurt your head. And when you became an empty doll, your mind blank and your body tired, Nami stopped. She didn't take her fingers out of you, feeling the way you still squeezed her. Tender kisses reached your cheeks.

You were the one who initiated the kiss. It was sloppy, you were too weak to do it any other way. You held her by the neck, trembling hands clinging to her soft skin. "Join me."

Nami smiled against your mouth. She stood up, still bent over to continue the kiss. "It will overflow."

"Do you care?"

She didn't.

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[nuhahani]

I Found...

I Found - Amber Run

Megumi x Fem Reader fluff, light angst.

1.k words.

Summary: How do you comfort your best friend after he loses his dog and new friend ? You open your domain and bring back everything he's lost.

“Domain Expansion; Cosmic Graveyard.” Fields of dark lifeless rainbows transformed the body of space around you. Grassy headstones that were mildly unkempt moved the earth to create space in the domain. Megumi reached up to touch what he mistook for a dust particle. “Be careful, I’m not sure who that is.” His empty expression turned to you, dead eyes that didn’t have the energy to spark curiosity or even ask. With cupped hands you caught one of the thousands of small wandering particle that passed gently through the air around them in a way that reminded the dark-haired boy of cherry blossoms in the spring. Except these particles shimmered and glowed like fireflies. “These little dust-like floaters are spirits. Any spirit or curse that I have encountered I can use in here after it passes. I call these little floaters spirit dust, kind of like star dust since that’s really what the top of my domain looks like.” Thoughtfully you covered your hands and released the spirit dust onto the ground as if you were gently placing glass down. “Curse technique; Soul Resurrection.” 

The dust swirled into a little white ball of fur that twisted and stretched into a fully grown dog. Megumi let his cold icy expression be replaced with shock and amazement. Standing in front of him, tail wagging and mouth panting, was his white Devine dog. The tips of your fingers grazed the top of the dogs’ head as it observed Megumi drop to his knees. “Come here! Come!” There was no hesitation from the shikigami when it came to following your best friends’ orders. You could honestly say that it was the first time that your domain had ever experienced smiles and breathless laughter, the first time your gift was seen in a positive lens. It was all because of him. Megumi, the cold stoic boy who hid his emotions and would rather tell world to fuck off than ever admit he was hurting was the first person to truly make you see the good in your ability. The higher ups viewed your curse technique as something that needed to be put to an end. You weren’t a curse user, and you certainly weren’t able to fall into the group of shadow/shikigami users.

Your spirits and curses weren’t familiars, and the higher ups were on guard about sorcerers like you since Geto’s defection and even more so after Yuji swallowed Sukuna’s finger. If it hadn’t been for Gojo finding you and convincing them how useful you could be on their side, you would’ve faced your execution years ago. After all being able to summon and bring back beings from the dead was not your everyday ability, watching a seven-year-old summon her dead to play with was not an easy pill to swallow. To say your technique wasn’t for the faint of heart was not an overstatement, you did have the tendency to walk around with undead animals daily. Your subconscious was constantly at work the way Gojo’s infinity was always on. Gojo had taken you under his wing and you were raised side by side with Megumi. So, when that sugar crazed man came to you asking if you could help Megumi after what happened with Yuji and his Devine Dog, how could you possibly say no? Gojo had kept you separated from the other first years, you were already a special grade and there was no need to keep you on easy missions. That’s what he said but you felt there was something much more sinister about the meaning behind ensuring that Sukuna’s vessel never encountered you.

Megumi seemed to be able to read your mind, the words basically written in the air for him to reads. 

“Can I see Yuji?” 

The four words that ripped you to shreds, it had become clear to you why Gojo didn’t want you to ever encounter Yuji Itadori, the sweet boy that was supposed to be executed just as you were. Your mentor didn’t want to give Sukuna the chance to see you and your curse technique. Megumi already knew the answer. The weight and reality of wishful thinking crashing down on him. You couldn’t bring him back. You had never even gotten a glimpse at the other first year; you only knew what you had been told and that wasn’t enough to resurrect a soul. 

“I’m sorry... ‘m so sorry Megumi,” Your best friends' expression broke you. How could you keep it together when he was on the verge of crumbling, the one who you also thought was untouchable. “I’m not allowed to meet him so I can’t show him to you.” The three of you fell into comfortable silence as he finally allowed himself to feel the weight of all his loss. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you had no choice but to tell him now. “Gojo is sending me back across seas tomorrow. I’ll be in China this time.” Laid between you in the grass was a small headstone engraved with foreign writing. The grass in your domain was always softest around the graves, white fur almost completely separating the two of you. “Apparently, he’s found a sorcerer with a similar technique to mine. He doesn’t want me back until the end of October.” 

“You’re leaving again… That idiots kept you out of the country as long as Yuta.” 

“The perks of being a special grade I guess.” You chuckled but could the burn of his gaze on you. Megumi would miss you, he would never say it, but you knew each time. You did your best to bring back gifts for him depending on where you went. Recently you brought him back a black and white beadwork bracelet from her time in Africa with Miguel and Yuta. The time before you brought him back incense and perfume from her time in Egypt where Gojo had sent you off to learn more about the ancient curse techniques related to your own. You knew his favorite gifts were ones that were mildly cursed however Yaga had banned you from bringing more cursed items back after the canned tuna incident. Everywhere you went no matter how large or small, for your own education or mission; you always brought him something back. “I’ll bring you something back of course.” His dark eyes never left you; he was unsure if could look away and you didn’t want him to. 

A/N I think I’ll write more for this piece, oh well. I’ve decided to write more fluff because I like fluff and if you don’t then be like Kevin Heart and MIND YOUR DAMN MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS.

[haikyu-mp4]

I just woke up in a sweat with the idea of a fake dating fic with Korai where he and the reader are “pretending” a little too well INCLUDING when there’s no one around

Then I saw they your requests were open and the speed at which I typed this is almost embarrassing lol

the way I saw this first thing in the morning and skipped breakfast to start drafting, I am forever thankful for how this request had me daydreaming. I'm sorry it still took me so long<3

Faking it

word count; 1116 – f!reader

Hoshiumi had gained quite the reputation as a volleyball player who can be both too prideful and too unfiltered, especially in his interviews. The Schweiden Adlers’ PR managers were pulling their hair out trying to media train him, and he was way too good of a player to let go of for something like that. Not that he was absolutely terrible with the media, but he could get a bit loud, especially when compared to his teammates, which he often was.

So when he takes you, one of his best friends since high school, out for ice cream on a particularly hot day, the paparazzi were snapping photos like crazy, and he made headlines the next day along the lines of Has the Adlers’ hothead found someone to keep him cool?

To say his managers were ecstatic would be an understatement, so when he asked them to handle this scandal so you don’t have to get involved in anything, he was met with hesitance.

“We were going to suggest, as most of the news articles seem rather positive, that the two of you should keep this up for a while. Pretending to date. Smooth out your reputation until it would be natural to find you wanted to stay friends or something.”

Hoshiumi’s heartbeat quickened, and even though his mind tried to tell him it was anger at the suggestion of involving you, his heart recognised it as the song it sang every time his eyes met yours. A distinct kind of nervousness. His fists were clenching and unclenching, trying to decide what he felt. “It’ll be up to her, but I can ask.”

The managers at hand did a little childish cheer, making Hoshiumi huff with a smile before asking if there was anything else and leaving when they confirmed no, not until he had a clear answer to their proposition.

His hands were cold. How do you ask your best friend to fake date you?

You’re in the Schweiden Adlers gym, practising spikes as Kageyama had to attend some birthday tonight instead of extra practice. In high school, you had played as the setter, and you got used enough to setting for Korai throughout your friendship. You also had a nasty float serve he liked to practice receiving, so he didn’t mind practising alone with you at all.

Not usually at least, when he didn’t have such a heavy question resting on his mind.

“You’re not dating anyone, right?” Hoshiumi asked before throwing the ball for you.

You puffed out a laugh, setting the ball and accidentally making it a bit too short. No matter, he jumped for it anyway and you heard the satisfying smack of it hitting the floor on the other side of the net. “You know I’m not,” you said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is this about those headlines?”

He laughed a bit awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. “Kind of, I wanted to ask you something.”

You gestured for him to throw another ball, so he followed your lead and jumped for it, noticing that this spike might have landed outside the line.

“Let’s do serve receives instead?” he suggested first, hoping to put some space between the two of you. You were the only person who could make him nervous like this.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” You shrugged, gesturing for him to move across the court so you didn’t have to move the ball basket. As he readied himself to receive, he finally felt like he was catching his breath.

He took a deep breath in as you threw the ball in the air, and he knew it would be a floater so he stepped forward. “We should date!”

“Huh?” you yelled, practically spiking the ball instead from the surprise and sending it flying right into his head because he too, had been surprised by his own words.

But as you held the ice pack to his head and the two of you laughed, he managed to explain the actual plan, and you agreed.

The only right way to start this fake partnership was movie night with any movie containing the trope of fake dating. You sat beside each other on your couch, laughing at the silly parts and pointing out things you would like to do together as a joke, of course.

Which inspired your first outings to the public. You went for another round of ice cream, and this time emphasised your laughter. You even poked his nose with your ice cream before wiping it off and kissing that spot after. The cameras were clicking and you made several smaller headlines.

As you read a sports gossip magazine one evening, Hoshiumi rested his head on your shoulder to read with you and nosed at your cheek without thinking about it. As you giggled at his reenactment of the best dramatic lines, you turned your face to his. He turned to you in response and made the mistake of glancing at your lips. Your breath hit his chin and he breathed out shakily before quickly pulling away.

‘It’s fake dating, Korai’ he scolded himself a few minutes later, angrily brushing his teeth before rolling out the futon beside your bed and going to sleep.

It mostly went well for the next week, but Hoshiumi couldn’t stop noticing that you kept faking behind closed doors. If it was natural for you to act that way, and it was natural for him to return that energy, is it still faking?

Hoshiumi’s knee bounced as he sat beside you on the park bench where his managers had arranged for paparazzi to find him with you for the ‘last stunt’ that would seal the deal and make the gossips leave him alone. You were humming under your breath and Hoshiumi clutched your hand in his as you pointed out where you theorised each passing person was going next.

You suddenly stopped talking and turned to Korai again, tilting your head. “Korai?” you asked softly. “Are you okay?” Your free hand lifted to the side of his face, affectionately adjusting some of his hair even if it was so short. He supposed the wind was doing him dirty, but all he could think about at the moment was if you were faking or not.

“I’m not faking,” he said, almost too loudly. You straightened up in surprise but clutched his hand tighter.

“What?”

“Whether I hold your hand outside, or lean on your shoulder when we’re at your place, I’m not faking,” he declared with that familiar determination.

You giggled, finally leaning back in. “Kiss me like you mean it then,” you whispered. “Because I’m not faking either.”

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[thatfandomslut]

Hurt and Comfort

Gretchen Wieners x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: mean Regina

Request:

pls do a gretchen x reader where reader see gretchen sad about something regina said again and just kinda of comfort her?

Mean Girls requests are open.

The main difference between (Y/n) and Gretchen was status. (Y/n) was average at school. She wasn't high on the school's totem pole, but she wasn't on the bottom either. She was a floater and could fit in anywhere. She just chose not to be a Plastic. She and Regina got along fine, but that was just it. Neither of them cared for each other very much. Gretchen, on the other hand, was Regina's right-hand woman. She knew everyone's secrets, and she gave those secrets away easily to Regina and (Y/n). The only difference between them that was, one was for bad and the other was just to listen to her girlfriend gossip. (Y/n) also couldn't be a part of the Plastics, because she doesn't take Regina's shit. She'll confront the blonde when she is mean to her or Gretchen.

With all of that said, (Y/n) didn't choose to sit next to the Plastics at lunch. She sat with her friends, but she still went over to say 'hello' to Gretchen often. Sometimes, she would also offer little flirty lines or kisses on the cheek. However, as she got up in order to provide her little pick-up line of the day and kiss, she noticed that Gretchen was not at the table with Regina, Karen, and Cady. Her brows furrowed at this revelation before she approached the girls.

"Hey, ladies," she greeted with a kind smile. That was something Karen and Cady reciprocated, but Regina just looked over curiously. "I was just wondering if any of you have seen Gretchen. I just was coming over to say 'hi' when I noticed she wasn't over in her usual seat." (Y/n) pointed out, looking over to mostly Cady. Cady was kind, and she knew she could trust her answer.

Still, it was no use, Cady had no clue where Gretchen was. She did offer the fact that Gretchen was in their English class, but that didn't help (Y/n) much. She already knew that Gretchen wasn't absent today. She also knew that Gretchen would tell her if she had a doctor's appointment or left school early. Before she could walk off, Regina had finally spoken up. "Why don't you just text her?" She looked over, looking bored and annoyed with the conversation. Though (Y/n) had not done that yet, that was her backup if the girls didn't know. So, she chose to ignore how obvious of a decision that was and nodded before walking off.

As she walked down the halls, sending a text to see where Gretchen was, she walked into all the more secluded rooms. That's where she found Gretchen, hiding out in the choir room, wiping away tears that seemed to never stop rolling off her cheeks. "Oh, baby," (Y/n) knelt beside Gretchen, who fell in her arms easily. "What happened, Gretchen? Why are you crying, my love?" (Y/n) questioned gently. As she waited patiently for Gretchen to answer, she rubbed her back in hopes of soothing the girl.

Gretchen didn't answer at first. She knew that her words would come out strictly as sobs, so as soon as she could muster out a word, she croaked out a quiet "Regina," into (Y/n)'s chest. (Y/n) tensed at her answer, not happy to hear the blonde's name come out of Gretchen's lips. Especially not when she was shaking in her arms because whatever Regina had said to her, it had upset her to the point of crying in the choir room. Gretchen was a strong person, and she tended to deflect Regina's insults. That was how (Y/n) knew that Gretchen was finally at her breaking point. This also probably had to do with Regina only getting a candy cane for Cady. Though Gretchen did get a lot from (Y/n), her feelings were hurt due to Regina pushing her aside for Cady.

(Y/n) sat there for a moment, and she allowed Gretchen to cry it out. She just wanted to be there for her, just as Gretchen had been there for her, too. "She said I was being too obnoxious because I asked her about our dance for the talent show. And, I know that sounds little, but it's been so many things building up to it. Like, I love Cady, but I feel like I'm being replaced by her. I'm scared that one day, I'll wake up, and I won't be good enough for anyone anymore." Gretchen sniffed, playing with the fabric of (Y/n)'s jacket as she tried not to cry more after she had divulged her insecurities.

There was a moment of pause as (Y/n) thought about everything she wanted to say. "Gretchen, you are good enough. You are more than enough, and it hurts my heart to hear you think you're less than. You are beautiful, strong, smart, kind, caring, and above all… You are the most amazing person I have ever met. Regina doesn't deserve to have that power over you. I'm not saying you two can't be friends or anything like that, but maybe you can at least provide new boundaries where you don't let her make you feel that way." (Y/n) tried to offer a solution, wanting to help in any way she could. She had also felt that way for a while, but she was always too nervous to tell Gretchen that she should set boundaries between her and Regina.

Gretchen sniffled into (Y/n)'s shoulder as she moved away to look at her. "You're right, (Y/n). need to create boundaries. Regina doesn't respect me, and I deserve to be respected, just like you always say." Gretchen looked more confident when she came to this conclusion, and it made (Y/n) smile as she looked over at her. Gretchen leaned in, kissing (Y/n) deeply as she did so and cupped her cheeks delicately. "Thank you, (Y/n). You always know what to say to cheer me up. I love you." She whispered shyly.

(Y/n) bit her lip excitedly since they had never said the 'L' word yet. "I love you, too, Gretchen." (Y/n) said before pressing a kiss onto Gretchen's lip, smiling wide. "I'm glad I could be here for you. You mean a lot to me." She said before standing up and helping Gretchen up, too. "Now let's go have some lunch, pretty girl." She encouraged, and Gretchen followed along happily. They both felt lucky to have each other in their lives.

[millerflintstone]

Nothing like having a bad eye to jam up your Saturday.

About a year and a half ago I had very sudden retinal laser eye surgery to fix a tear in my right retina that hadn't caused a detachment yet. I was very lucky. I had been seeing a round dot in my peripheral vision on and off.

After a disappointing appointment with my then eye doctor, I got an appointment at my prior optometrist's office. That doctor referred me to a retinal specialist and he fixed me up. He also told me if I ever saw new floaters or flashers, to let him know immediately.

Yesterday was Juneteenth observed for my job so I was out running errands in the morning. I noticed black spots in my peripheral vision up near the top of my right eye. They were not going away and I had a mini freak out in a grocery store parking lot.

I got it together, continued on to my last errand and called the retinal specialist's office. They let my doctor know and he set me up for a Saturday appointment at another office.

As the day progressed, I started seeing flashing light in my right peripheral vision, too. Didn't matter if the eye was open or closed

My vitreous gel in that eye has pulled away a bit from my retina and there is a small dot of blood back there. No new retinal tear or retinal detachment, but I have a follow up in 2 weeks to make sure things haven't gotten worse. Apparently the vitreous gel detachment thing is just due to aging.

Sigh.

I'm okay for now. Wondering how much longer until I get full on retinal detachment as I age.

[ciaomarie]

Neighbor Series Ch. 3:

If He Wanted To

Back to Sydney's POV shortly after moving in to the same building as Carmy. By this time her walls are slowly coming down because The Bear is running smoothly and the workplace dynamics are far more healthy. Sydney forgiving him after Friends and Family and the crew having his back helped Carmy be kinder to himself. So less rage. More cuteness. Too bad the actual show is going to rip our hearts out before he gets better! Anyways, here's part 3. Sidenote: Ayo can actually sing.

ALL Sydney wanted was a long hot shower after 12 hours at The Bear. The showerhead in her new apartment had perfect pressure. The scalding water was melting the butter and garlic from her pores. Her vanilla currant scented body wash had just been lathered all over, when she spotted an alien presence. She did a quick spin under the water to rinse off hoping against hope that she just had eye floaters from exhaustion. She gingerly stepped onto the bath mat and grabbed her huge pink terrycloth robe. Okay, it was go time. She scanned the ceiling and there it was!

"Don't move" she whispered.

Sydney dashed to her kitchen and came back armed with a copy of the largest paperback she owned, The Joy of Cooking, and a can of insect spray. The enormous (actually quarter-sized) spider was poised in the top right corner of her bathroom.

"I'm not afraid of you. I work with Richie every day," she taunted the beast.

She aimed the spray and shot. The spider spun down and launched itself at her! With a yelp Sydney dropped the heavy book and ran for cover slamming the bathroom door behind her. She ripped off her shower cap furious with both herself and the stupid spray. This stuff was supposed to kill on contact, not antagonize it!

Soon there was a panicked knock on her door.

"Hey, Sydney! Are you okay?" a man's voiced cried. It sounded like Carm.

Sydney groaned. This is what it means to live above your boss. He gets to find out more of her quirks and weaknesses. Hurray.

She went to the door and cracked it open a few inches.

"Hey! Yeah…I was just trying to kill this big spider. I dropped a book. It's all good now. Thanks!"

The corners of Carmy's mouth twitched and he asked "Well, did you get it?"

"No. The bathroom's his now".

"Just let me get it, Syd."

"Fine."

Sydney let him in and noticed his hair had just been washed and his clothes, thin joggers and surprise, a white t-shirt, were clinging a little to his body. He'd obviously been showering too when he'd heard the commotion. Don't stare. Don't stare. DON'T STARE. He smelled like cedar and musk. DON'T SMELL EITHER.

"Nice robe " he said smirking.

"Are you coming in to help or what?"

"Yes, just get me a paper towel."

Sydney padded into the kitchen to get it leaving a delicious scent trail of her body wash, which Carm inhaled deeply the moment her back was turned.

A moment later with a paper towel in hand he entered her bathroom.

"Why are women's bathrooms always so much better?" he thought as he searched for the spider. Soon he found it running erratically around the tub, obviously maimed by if not yet dead from the spray. With one swooped he had it crumpled in the paper towel and tossed in the wastebasket.

Reentering the hallway he informed Sydney that "It is done" with the seriousness of a hired hitman.

"Thank you. And sorry for interrupting your night. I owe you."

"Yes, you do."

Sydney scrunched her nose, "Okay, what? I don't want it hanging over my head."

"I want a song."

"Excuse me?"

"Either now or within 24 hours, I want a song. I've heard you singing up here and you're good."

"Carmy, that's ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is you interrupting my shower, for a little spider. So, I'm owed a ridiculous request."

Sydney shook her head giggling, wondering how her life went from melancholy coming-of-age drama for the last couple of years to…this. Her life was now filled with hope, an amazing workplace family, and Carmen Berzatto. With him she was achieving her dreams and if she could only continue keeping her rogue feelings or hormones, or whatever in check everything would be great.

"I'm too tired to argue with you, so fine. A song. Anything in particular?"

Carmen stared at her, thinking for a minute.

"When he owes me, I'm going ask him to wear sunglasses on the inside" Sydney thought trying not squirm.

"Okay, there's this song I've heard you singing all last weekend, but I don't know what it is. The words weren't clear."

"Knocks Me Off My Feet? I was having a Stevie Wonder revival for a few days, but that's a cheesy one. How about anything else?"

"No, thank you. I want Knocks Me off My Feet, chef"

"FINE. For a small spider you only get a verse and a chorus," Sydney grumbled.

Carmy leaned against the opposite wall and waited.

She swallowed, took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she started singing in her sweet soprano voice she couldn't help smiling and thinking of her parents. This was their song.

We lay beneath the stars

Under a lover's tree that's seen through the eyes of my mind

I reach out for the part

Of me that lives in you, that only our two hearts can find

But I don't want to bore you with my trouble

But there's somethin' 'bout your love

That makes me weak and

Knocks me off my feet

There's somethin' bout your love

That makes me weak and

Knocks me off my feet

Knocks me off my feet

The words cut through to his heart. Somehow when Sydney stopped singing Carmy retained his senses enough to not break every professional boundary. He did not gather her in his arms. He did not kiss her. He did not confess that he missed her on their days off and even sometimes at work when she was out of sight for too long. However, Stevie Wonder couldn't miss the look on his face.

Sydney's eyes met his and in that moment she acknowledged everything she pretended not to see before. And she decided that if this indeed would be something, then he would have to make the first move. Thanks to her father's advice and experiences with Carmen himself, she lived by the motto "If he wanted to, he would".

Breaking his trance, she said "Well, goodnight then."

Carmy blinked a few times and headed towards to door. Then he paused. If he didn't say something now, would he ever? Anyways, whatever truth he thought he was hiding under a partnership or friendship had been reflected back in Sydney's face just as sure as if she could read his mind.

He braced himself.

"May I walk with you to work tomorrow?"

"Yes, but don't we already do that?"

"Sure, but usually I'm just waiting to hear your door open before I leave. Like its a coincidence."

"Oh."

Breathe Sydney.

Okay."

"Goodnight Sydney. And I'll bring breakfast to-go."

After Sydney locked the door behind him, she slumped against the wall and slid to the floor, stunned. Did he just read her mind and decide to make a move? A baby step, but nonetheless a step.

"Great. Now I'm literally sliding down a wall over him, " she chuckled, a little delirious.

Thank God for spiders.

[lonestarbattleship]

June 13, 2024 Update from the Battleship Texas Foundation

"Like everyday, a lot of work went on the ship today.

- The bow and forward turrets are beginning to get painted (after being abrasive blasted).

- the water sheds are coming off turret 4 for repair

- floater net baskets and 20 mm barrel stowage tubes are going on turret 4 (the have already gone on turret 2)

- 20mm mount foundation rings are being welded out in the main mast (for future mounts)

- work continues on the ships cranes

- and new wood is being prepped for installation on the bow in a couple of weeks."

Portside and Starboardside bow looking aft. All the black primer will cover up with beautiful Navy Blue. The primer on the deck will get covered with new wood decking.

Turret 4’s left water shed on the deck. The water shed prevents water from entering the ship between the barbette (that rusty flat spot that is 12” of armor) and the turret.

Turret 4’s right water shed on the deck (barely visible). The water shed prevents water from entering the ship between the barbette (that rusty flat spot that is 12” of armor) and the turret.

A hardworking team from Gulf Copper manhandling a 200lb , 10’ long floater net basket in place on the left side of turret 4. Floater nets were basically cargo nets with balsa floaties on them. They sat in these open top baskets so if the ship sank they would float clear of the wreckage. Aside from life jackets, floater nets were the primary means of life saving on most Navy ships during WWII in case of sinking.

20mm mount foundation rings in the Main Mast -eventually these will hold reproduction 20mm mounts.

Posted on the Battleship Texas Foundation Facebook page: link

[flyingwargle]

watch party for japan vs. argentina men’s volleyball match tonight @ 8 pm!

osamu doodles jerseys in the corner – his brother’s #11 and his boyfriend’s #20. he stands to admire the sandwich board, startling at the voice behind him. “not #18 fer aran? that’s disrespectful of ya.”

“kita-san!” he whirls around to greet him, bowing slightly. “i know, but i have a feelin’ if i don’t put ‘tsumu’s number, he’s gonna blame me fer givin’ him bad luck.”

kita’s smile is slight, amused. “an’ suna?”

“that’s my boyfriend that yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

“yes, yes, as if i’d forget. i’m comin’ by later, so save me a seat, please. let’s talk more then.”

he watches him continue along, likely to visit the other shops on the block, and then ducks back inside his restaurant. it’ll get busy, if the tokyo olympics set any precedent, especially with how vital this match will be. after losing to germany, they’ll need to win, and then perform well against usa. only then will they qualify for the quarterfinals.

inside, the decorations have changed. the jerseys on the wall, once msby and ejp, are now their olympic counterparts. although the photos still show onigiri miya’s humble beginnings, he added a few taken with the team, including one where they’re all holding his onigiri. it pained him being unable to watch any of their games live, but he wouldn’t change it for the business it gave him.

for the rest of the day, he and his staff work to serve their customers, fulfill takeout orders, and prepare for the watch party. about half an hour until eight o’clock, he tunes into the sports channel, where subtitles of analysts discussing japan’s performance and future odds appear on screen.

there are two tvs – one on a shelf over the bar and the other in the corner of the seating area. he has a tablet set up behind the counter to watch whenever there are orders, but the livestream is still on standby. he turns the screen off as the door opens. “welcome back, kita-san. ya want the usual?”

“yes, please.” he takes the empty seat directly across from him, the same where any of their friends would sit whenever they visit. “are ya expectin’ a full house?”

“yeah, it’s usually busy. i imagine it’ll get busier once japan qualifies.” osamu takes a handful of rice and begins molding it. “they’re under a lotta pressure. ‘tsumu was almost in tears when he called.” it hurt that he couldn’t physically be there, relegated to phone calls and video calls, but if listening helped air out frustrations, he’d gladly sacrifice his sleep.

“the world is expectin’ a lot from them after they placed second in the vnl,” kita agrees. “hopefully, they’ll be able ta get it together tonight.” the two of them watched their friends and family compete mere months ago, bringing their nation to the podium, and consequently, to the top of the world. it’s natural to assume it’ll happen again, but so far, it isn’t easy as it sounds.

the clock strikes eight, and the broadcast starts with official warm-ups. atsumu and kageyama are setting to their players at the net, jumping to spike. it changes to serves, the players taking turns to warm up. osamu watches suna, who spins his ball as part of his pre-serve routine, and then tosses it for a jump floater. it isn’t as fast as atsumu’s, nor as deadly as kageyama's, but it’s earned them aces in the past. he hopes it’ll happen again.

the teams line up to sing their countries’ national anthems. a solemn silence falls over the restaurant as everyone follows along, osamu included. the camera zooms in on their faces, strict with determination and focus. suna looks into the camera when he’s in frame, and osamu whispers a voiceless prayer to him.

atsumu is the starting setter, along with ushijima, sakusa, aran, suna, and hakuba. yaku is their libero. the others stand on the sidelines. “must be goin’ fer heavy hitters to blow past argentina’s blocks,” kita comments. osamu nods in agreement.

oikawa tooru is argentina’s starting setter. the whistle blows, and the match begins.

c’mon, guys. i know ya’ll can do it.

the first set doesn’t start off well. japan falls behind in the first half, falling short to argentina’s clean sets and spikes. hakuba is rotated to the back, and suna steps on, hands in front of him. he gets a hand on the spike, and sakusa receives it. atsumu sends it down the middle, suna jumping and rotating his torso to get around the block. japan gets the point.

his customers cheer. osamu hides a small fist pump under the counter. he shares a smile with kita. the commentators are just as excited as he is. “what an unbelievable spike from middle blocker suna rintarou! he’s known for his flexibility and game sense. will this give japan the push they need to get ahead?”

and he does. japan matches and overtakes argentina. kita claps at atsumu’s clean set to ushijima, who slams it down in the opposite court. the team huddles for a cheer and then take their positions. suna is back at the net, hands in front. his eyes widen at the camera pointed at him, and he rotates his fingers to form a heart, mouthing a message. he turns away at the whistle, but that’s enough for the world to see and wonder exactly what he said.

only osamu knows those words by heart.

japan takes the first and second set, but argentina comes back for the third. however, japan takes the fourth, after switching in hinata, and they cheer in celebration. argentina looks devastated, oikawa most of all, and osamu doesn’t miss how japan’s athletic trainer, iwaizumi, pats his arm off-court. he’s sure there’ll be more gestures once the cameras are turned away.

the customers begin to call for their bills and shuffle out. osamu gathers their dishes, kita helping despite osamu's protests, and it isn’t long before they’re the wiping tables clean. they listen to the post-game interview with the players, starting with aran, the captain, and then atsumu. finally, they talk to suna.

“you did an interesting gesture in the middle of the first set. would you like to explain what it means?”

osamu turns to watch. suna has a towel around his neck, hair unruly after the match. his voice doesn’t waver when he replies, “there’s a certain someone that i know is watching, and i wanted to let him know that i appreciate his support and love him.”

“is that related to what you said to the camera? fans are dying to know what you said, by the way.”

“yes, but that’s between me and him.” suna winks, turning slightly to face the camera again. “and if he’s watching – i know he is, by the way – i want him to know that i couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

the broadcast ends. osamu smiles to himself, adding his rag with the others. he’ll lock up, head home, and text the team his congratulations. atsumu will probably call him in the middle of the night, again, to put him on video as they celebrate. osamu will lose sleep, again, but it’s worth it, seeing his brother happy, seeing his best friend glowing, and of course, his boyfriend living his best dream.

watch me, 'samu.

osamu will never take his eyes off him.

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inspired by this fanart of suna's gesture and osamu's reaction! <3