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mamamittens · 11 months

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Reader who got turned into a child with platontic yandere strawhats.

My god this crew is already chaos, and that's with One (1) Baby on Board (possibly more depending on your babygirl headcanons). Ngl, not super heavy in the yandere category, but I tend to make yandere groups lighter since they balance each other out more than small teams and it's harder to 'upset' the balance with so many people. Individuals may be unhinged af to make up for a lack of control, but groups can quietly distract you while the shady shit happens elsewhere. That and it's a kid, so there's less opportunity to meaningfully upset the dynamics.

Luffy is, of course, thrilled cause child reader is so impressed and enthused with damn near everything on top of being clingy. Screams laughing every time he launches them to another crewmate. Loves just bundling up the kiddo to run around with if they happen to go to an island. Food runs are with kiddo in front to distract Sanji cause he's not going to let a kid go hungry regardless of gender, though he will still gladly punt Luffy for stealing.

Reading time with Robin! Reading time with Robin! Robin loves hanging out with child reader raptly listening to everything she reads. If Reader can't read yet, she will teach them despite knowing they'll turn back eventually. Just really likes the chill, soft hang out time and absolutely gives %100 of her attention to anything the kiddo brings. Sometimes adding small, neat fun facts to enrich the experience.

Sanji is very careful with baby in the kitchen but will fondly have them assist with small tasks like carrying over food items and things that won't break if dropped. Can and will walk them through fun recipes with them on his shoulders, taste testing along the way. If he doesn't think they're old enough for cutting, he'll gladly let them mix or mash potatoes. Has them lowkey on Luffy watch to give the captain sad, weepy eyes that "you can't wait for the surprise, luffy 🥺?" works like a charm.

Zoro is weirdly good with kids and will jokingly engage them in a workout. Lifting the baby barbells for like, five reps before exaggerating how bored he is of his weights and inviting kiddo to sit on them only to effortlessly keep going. Or like, sitting on his back with an extra bounce to make them laugh. Naptimes are spent tucked into his yukata (it's a yukata, right? Either than or kimono, I'm not sure of the difference, but you get what I mean). Very easily gets Reader to settle down. Traveling with Reader is fun cause he will actually listen to Reader's directions and only get's lost like... 1/3 less of the time.

Nami is slightly awkward around kids for a moment before she just starts emulating her late mother. Getting them to help pick and sort her fruit harvests or doing small tasks to make them feel useful like delivering messages to the crew. Is the first to tie them down if the weather threatens to turn foul just in case or sends them below to 'watch over' supplies that she knows damn well aren't going anywhere. Might even go over budgeting (child friendly version) with them. Has an incredible aversion to engaging in map making with them due do her past trauma but, if the condition persists, she will eventually have them help pick out ink and paper, perhaps even letting them draw with pencils on scrap paper. But nothing more than that.

Franky has a blast making small inventions for child reader to pilot around with hilariously over the top safety added on top. Like a helmet for a bike with an auto targeting system that activates if they cry. Will gladly carry them around on his shoulders while showing off the many neat tricks he put into the Sunny. Has them 'help' with projects, at first forgetting that they can't carry whole ass beams of wood before giving them buckets of nails and whatnot.

Ussop is literally in his element entertaining the kid with wild tall tales until it's time to eat. The first to lift reader into the air if anything remotely dangerous happens before running off to a safe distance. Probably gives them a little sling shot to 'assist' in fights while he praises them endlessly for incredible aim (even if they never get close). Probably the first to make a child carrier to fights so they can 'watch his back for him' despite being a long distance fighter.

Child Reader will be absolutely floored by Brook, undoubtedly. Just wide eyes watching him play in awe as he shows off. Probably letting them play with his hands and the many small bones, quietly informing them of their proper names. If they promise to be gentle, he even lets them touch his hair. If he's got a child-sized instrument, you can bet he's giving them lessons on how to play. If not, he probably talks them through music theory while demonstrating the notes and details. I imagine he plays piano with their hands under his to give the illusion of skill while he idly comments on how much better it is to play with someone else.

Chopper is really thrown to have someone as short as himself around but he's happy to have their help. It's kinda hard to do some things without opposable thumbs, alright? Of course, work never lasts, so he's off to play with them in due time, really livening up the ship as Reader compliments him endlessly about literally anything. And he gives them fun health advice on top of convincing them to eat whatever healthy food Sanji makes (because we all know it'll slap, but kids don't typically jump right into gross healthy food).

Jinbe has a bit of an awkward standoff at first, unsure if the reader will be frightened until they gleefully marvel over his fishman attributes right down to his skin color and webbed hands. The one to swim with them (or just hold them in the water if they've got a devil fruit) never letting them go for a second. Has them 'help' steer the ship on occasion, making them think it's effortless for a child when in reality he's guiding them through it entirely. Talks about the people in his life that he misses with them, glad to have a child marvel at the great but dearly departed. Legitimately tears up when they console him in that special, innocent child-like way at the news that they'll never get to meet these people because their gone.

Now, the Thousand Sunny also has plenty of love to give in a much more... quiet way. Soothingly rocking child reader to sleep when they're struggling and no one sees it. Secretly guiding them to fun little cubbies and passages to spook the crew and captain. They may not be there physically, but the spirit is definitely guiding them every step of the way in the rare moments they're alone.

Of course, engaging in a fight while the reader is a vulnerable child is a terrible mistake. At first the crew will fight normally, shielding the reader and guiding them to less dangerous parts, but the minute it looks like they'll even get grazed a rubber limb is sending the perpetrator into the stratosphere. Assuming a flaming leg, swords, bullet, hands, water, staff, hoof, or (insert robo-tech here) doesn't do it first. Might even be a race as they keep the atmosphere light to make sure child Reader knows that they're still safe.

God forbid you make the baby cry.

#straw hat crew #straw hat nami #monkey d luffy #ronoroa zoro #black leg sanji #chopper #one piece jinbe #reader insert #op brook #soul king brook #one piece franky #nico robin #one piece #platonic yandere #mittens answers

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hashtag-xolo · 1 month

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I’m sure you’ve been asked this before, but what’s it like having a dog who needs to wear clothes all/a lot of the time? Do breeders usually train puppies to be good about that—or rescues work with the dogs about it? Or is it more of an as needed thing where some dogs don’t need to wear clothes so much? And I remember hearing that there’s a lot of maintenance for their skin, but what about the fur they do have (the little patches, not necessarily the coated dogs); I’d guess it's not much different than a fully-coated dog just because there isn’t much of it?

Also, I think Nico has the same--but much smaller--harness as one of my family’s dogs. This isn’t relevant, but it is pretty fun seeing a tiny version of it (or something very similar) in the wild.

Honestly the needing to wear clothes frequently is my biggest complaint about hairless xolos 😂 Don't get me wrong, it's fun to have a dog whose look you can so easily customize so drastically! But also, having to swap clothes, make sure your dog is in the right level of clothing for the weather, and whatnot before going out can be a hassle for me and for the dog. Clothing also collects dirt and oil at different rates so the fabric choice you make is really important. For instance, fleece collects dirt like mad so even though it's soft it's really not ideal for xolo clothing because it can cause pimples to form really quickly. Other fabrics aren't as comfortable on the skin and so speaking of that harness, it has a mesh interior that doesn't feel very nice so I prefer he has a shirt between it and his skin to prevent irritation from any chafing. (Keeping it snug helps that but can't prevent it entirely either...) Aside from protecting them from the cold, you also need to make sure that xolos with unpigmented skin have sun protection. That means clothing or sunblock. Plus the expenses of buying said clothes which can be a pretty penny when it comes to quality brands.

But on the flip side, I don't have to worry about a matted coat or spending thirty minutes getting mud off my dog either because bathing him takes five minutes from start to finish (unless the shampoo needs to sit). Nor do I need to spend a lot of money on grooming either. So in the end it's really just picking where you want your time, energy, and money spent.

As far as skin and coat care, the skin care regimen will truly differ from dog to dog. Some xolos have basically no skin problems. Some have really bad skin issues their whole life. Others just get hormonal acne as adolescents and then they clear up. And others still have skin issues caused by diet or environmental factors that will get cleared up by changing whatever is causing them. Tzapo has basically no skin issues and just needed the occasional blackhead or pimple resolved. Nico has more skin problems but he was neglected as a puppy, doesn't have a stellar breeding line like Tzapo did, and he's an adolescent so it's hard to predict if these issues will be a constant problem or if he'll wind up with low maintenance skin. I'm hopeful that he will have less skin issues in time but if not, there are medications and special shampoos to help with dog acne, including some made with salicylic acid just like human acne products 😅 but their hair is really low maintenance especially in the (mostly) hairless variety. I occasionally detangled Tzapo's tail plume but that was it.

I am unsure of the extent that breeders go to desensitizing puppies to clothes but it's definitely something they should do considering many xolos will benefit from it. I think hairless xolos probably are easier to acclimate to clothing if only because it does make them more comfortable. I know that if it's cold Nico is way more thrilled to put his clothes on that when it's warmer. Tzapo was the same.

#dogblr #xoloitzcuintli #xolodog #xoloitzcuintle #mexican hairless dog #thank you for the ask! i really appreciate the distraction 🩵

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sl33paholics · 5 months

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Once Upon An Us

This new series I'm currently starting is a current passion project of mine. I really want to show my baby boy Santana some love (since you rarely see him mentioned in anything on here or at all). This series will be updated every Friday. Almost everything in here is fiction (yes, including the names of places n tribes n whatnot). Refer to this post here to see the jist. Other than that, enjoy :P

Chapter One here

Prologue.

In the heart of the dense, emerald-hued rainforest of Narroranna, the rhythmic pulse of tribal drums echoes through ancient banyan trees. The Bright Arrow Horde, stewards of nature's secrets, gathers beneath the celestial hood. As the elders weave tales of ancestors who communed with spirits and danced with the elements, a shadow falls upon the horizon. Unseen forces stir, challenging the delicate balance between tradition and an encroaching modern world. Little do the people realize that the choices they make will shape the destiny not only of their tribe but also the delicate tapestry of the natural world they call home.

The elders, their weathered faces etched with wisdom, recount tales of the first Bright Arrow, an ancient warrior said to have harnessed the lightning's fury and spoken to the spirits of the forest. As the tribe listens, the youngest among them, Y/N, felt an arm snake its way around her shoulder. She turned to find her father, Karey. "My little star," he murmured. Her skin prickled as if electricity crackled beneath his touch. "These stories have been passed down to generation to generation. The Great Ancestors have blessed our tribe." His words were meant for her ears alone, but she knew it was meant for all of the Bright Arrow.

As the elders started their chant around the fire, their tones got more urgent, the air charged. They spoke in voices like thunder. Y/N strained to understand, but every word seemed drowned out by an ocean of sound. Staring into the flames, she saw sparks shoot up from the wood, lighting the shadows dancing on the walls. It felt like something had crawled up from the depths below, crawling toward her, until she felt the weight of another presence hovering over her head.

Y/N tightly gripped onto her father's arm. He looked down at her, concerned. "Are you well?" She shook her head. "What are you seeing?" Another shake of her head. He held her tighter. "Do you want to leave?" She nodded. He smiled sadly, squeezing her hand. "Then stay close to me." Karey took Y/N out of the circle of elders and led her outside.

The night sky was blanketed with a thick layer of clouds. A sharp breeze whistled past, sending droplets of water flying into the darkness. Y/N and her father sat next to each other on a fallen log by the shore. Y/N wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them tight. "Father," she whispered. "What's happening inside?" He reached out and touched her face gently. "You don't need to worry about it right now, my star." Y/N looked away. "You're young... you're only 14 years old, my little star. You'll get older and wiser and be able to see things much differently than your peers." His gentle smile made Y/N feel so safe. She didn't know what to say. "For now, you should focus on your studies and learning how to hunt and grow crops..." He paused.

"And finding love."

"Love?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. Love is what keeps family strong. It makes us stronger, too. And one day when you're older, you'll know how true it is." Y/N looked away and bit her lip. She'd never thought of it that way. But the truth seemed obvious now. Father was right. Y/N would know the answer soon enough.

It's been nine years.

Y/N walked past the circle alongside her mother, Nayeli. She heard her mother let out a huff as she continued down the path. "I remember those days," her mother spoke quietly.

"You around circle with those other children many moons ago, oh my, how time flies," Her mother said with a chuckle. "Now you're all grown up." Y/N nodded in agreement with her mother's statement, but there was no denying the truth behind it. In fact, she felt quite grown up herself now, at twenty-three years old, but Y/N's mind was consumed by thoughts of the future, of where she was going next, what life would be like when she wasn't surrounded by the people she grew up with. Even thinking about love had never really occurred to her.

She followed her mother down a small hill that overlooked the village. "Mother," Y/N said tentatively. "Will I meet anyone special someday? Someone special enough to marry?" Her mother stopped walking. The wind blew harder, causing her dark hair to whip against her face. She pulled it back with her fingers before answering. "There is someone." Y/N swallowed hard. Why was this such a big deal to her mother, anyway? "Who is he?" Y/N asked. Her mother sighed. "That is why we've waited so long. We wanted to tell you first. He comes from a noble family."

Y/N couldn't help but stay silent throughout the rest of the walk 'a noble family...?' just hearing that made her heart thumped hard in her chest. Upon entering the wigwam, she saw her father across a man and a much more middle-aged male.

Their eyes met, and the moment stretched out for Y/N. Suddenly, the room felt small, suffocatingly hot.

Soon, the three were now sitting in front of the two men.

Their heads bowed forward in respect, waiting for a reaction from the two. "Y/N, this is Chief Alo of The Golden Ribbon Children and his son, Kele."

Y/N smiled politely, offering a small bow. The younger male grunted and crossed his arms as if to refuse the offer of introductions. Y/N was relieved. It felt awkward. She wasn't used to being around people her own age. "We've been told out of many of the women he's introduced to his son, none of them seemed to suit him," her mother said, "but Kele has agreed to accept you as his wife. We've given you the proper ceremony."

Kele glared at Y/N. His dark brown eyes looked almost black. For some reason, that irked her. How dare he look at her that way? She glanced up at her father. He stared back, unblinking. She swallowed hard, hoping her nervousness wouldn't show through her expression. "When exactly are these ceremonies, Chief Alo?" she asked.

Chief Alo chuckled. "Well, you mustn't be too impatient. There's nothing wrong with a few more cycles to settle down, you know." Kele shot him a dirty look. Y/N fought off a smile. Her mother cleared her throat. "Perhaps give us two months? That sounds fair, yes?"

Y/N nodded slowly. Two months sounded good. It was better than being married to a stranger. She would have to learn to live with Kele, after all.

After all of the conversation and arraignment, they said their goodbyes and left. Y/N sat there in silence beside her father. Neither had anything else to say. Eventually, she broke the silence. "I don't think I could go through with this, father." Her voice wavered with emotion. "I mean, marrying a stranger? You told me nine years ago that I should find the one that suits me best. An arranged marriage? How could you and mother do this behind my back...?" Her words tumbled out quickly, spilling forth from deep within her soul. Her father's face softened. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, child. This was bound to happen someday. The Great Ancestors have brought this upon us."

"How can you be so sure?" she cried. Her father hesitated. He stared off into the distance. When he finally spoke, his voice seemed far away. "Because I'm sure that this will bring great happiness to our tribe, to you and your siblings. This will be a blessing." He squeezed her shoulder. "A blessing? To be married off to someone I don't even know? What sort of blessing is this?" Tears started streaming down her cheeks. She tried to hold them back, but she was helpless, sobbing uncontrollably, not noticing as her father wrapped his arms around her.

She hoped that soon things would fall apart.

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #black writers #female writers #poc writer #black reader #x black reader #yandere jojo #pillar men #battle tendency #santana jjba #santana jojo #yandere jjba #jjba smut #jjba part 2 #jojos bizarre adventure

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iris-of-bliss · 7 months

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Love Therapy [18+]

Summary: Kabal had gotten used to showing parts of his wounded skin around you after a long while of becoming close again. Beginning to feel touch starved, a need for personal intimacy is one activity being crossed off the list.

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Teasing, Praise Kink, Hurt/Comfort

You remember the time discovering that your lover suffered from third-degree burns during his job in the city. It took him a while to get the courage to see you again. Since receiving endless flesh scars, all of his self-esteem drained out. He was scared of being around you, around anybody, due to fear of judgement. He still couldn’t believe that you decided to keep him by your side after this mess. Those burn marks did not bother you a single bit. This is the same man that always loved you. The man who protected you since the relationship began. The one who spent time with you and held you in his arms whenever it was time to rest. Surely this wasn’t the only time, and it felt like you two were at peace. Now, a lot of that changed. Kabal wasn’t entirely different though. Of course he wants to be near you, making sure you’re okay and whatnot. It was very uncomfortable for him to share intimate contact with you. He thought his skin would ruin that, but that wasn’t true. You wanted to show how much you love and care for him despite the altered appearance he got.

It has since been nighttime as the temperature went down. The weather began to get chilly through the night. Even the inside of your home turned cold. You and Kabal are in the bedroom getting prepared to sleep. You bring out a medical ointment from the bathroom to use for his skin. Kabal sat on the edge of the bed without his shirt on while he still wore his respirator. He’s gotten used to revealing half of his burnt body to you after a while of getting more close again. He didn’t mind if you lended a hand applying the ointment on him. This seemed to relax him more, but not fully. Sex hasn’t been in his cards for a good while. He was unsure if you would still do it with him. If he was still able to make you feel good in bed. Sure his entire length is fucked up by the flames, but perhaps he could try?

The coolness of ointment being rubbed across his skin felt soothing. The way you massage Kabal’s muscles is nothing but endearing. It can go on for hours if he wanted. You hook your arms around his neck after finishing, leaning forward on his back. You rest your head along his shoulder and softly kiss his neck. Kabal brought a hand to your hair to caress. You whisper, “I love you, Kabal. You know that, don’t you?”

He answers nervously with a sigh, “Yeah? Yeah, I do, sweetheart.”

You didn’t brush off the fact that he is anxious about sharing intimate sex with you. Being afraid of how your mind would think of the burns making him look like a freak, though this is entirely untrue. You move a hand over to his bicep, rubbing into the muscles of his skin. The skin felt so good whether or not Kabal had scars.

“Your skin feels so good, Kabal,” you whisper to lighten the mood, “I would worship you in any way. I really do mean that…”

The speed demon raises a brow, “You really think so?”

“Of course. Besides, we haven’t done it in a while. I thought about how we could do it again.”

He knows what you mean. Giving one another heated satisfaction in bed isn’t a bad idea. It can make Kabal more relieved as long as you were serious towards your earlier statements. He isn’t sure if he feels different when he starts going inside you. There’s only one way to find out.

“If that’s what you want, then prove it to me,” Kabal breaks the silence.

“Are you sure, hun?”

“Please, I mean it.”

Still holding him close, you proceed to kiss the side of his head. Your lips trail down to his neck again to gently kiss and suck on the skin, being cautious with not biting too hard. Kabal sighs from your teasing and tilts his head to the side, granting you just a bit more access. He keeps rubbing into your soft locks with his other hand gripping the edge of the bed. You drag your tongue across his charred neck and moan. Kabal bites his lip with his eyes shut tight thanks to the tease made by you. His eyes lid open when an erection grew in his joggers. The fallacious thoughts didn’t matter at the moment. He needed to be in you. To keep you close in this cold temperature and create pleasurable friction.

Kabal utters, “God I love you so much, Y/N.”

Your sweet signs of affection were interrupted by the cold air giving you goosebumps. You whimper and let go of him before massaging both of your arms. A need of lingering warmth rang in your mind. Your lover quickly became aware of this as he turns to your shivering form. He places a warm hand along your skin. Kabal is more used to the cold compared to you. He was able to handle it unless it feels like absolute zero.

“Want me to get rid of the cold for ya, babe?”

He earns a nod from you until the both of you scoot under the covers together. You lie down and face each other with soft looks in your eyes. Your hand hovers over to the side of Kabal’s respirator while lips sent a kiss to his forehead. He smiles underneath before detaching the piece of metal, placing it on the nightstand.

“Kabal, are you sure about-“

He paused you with a kiss to your mouth. As long as he can breathe without it, there shouldn’t be a problem. Though it will be if he keeps it off for too long. He spoke in between kisses, “Of course I’m sure, Y/N. I needed this anyway.”

Resuming the make out session, your hands trail up his bare chest, proceeding to trace your touch all over the area. They slide up to Kabal’s shoulders to grip as you mewl in his mouth. He holds you close at the small of your back with his other hand squeezing your rear. His boner was pressed against your clothed womanhood, and it kept growing larger. Kabal hums in the kiss until pulling away to catch his breath.

“You want my cock, don’t you princess?” he whispers in your ear. It was too much of an easy way to make you whimper.

“Yes, baby. I want you to fill me up so bad…”

Kabal swiftly pulls off his joggers to toss away from bed, remaining only in his boxers. You take off your nightwear as well as your undergarments to toss aside. The bed cover was pushed back since Kabal didn’t want to miss out on seeing your nude figure. You were waiting for his skin to touch yours this whole time after returning back home. The speed demon towers over your body, studying every precious feature of beauty right before him. You place your hands onto his chest to check on his breathing. He seemed to be doing okay so far. Kabal takes one of your hands by the wrist to kiss the back of your hand.

He reminds you with a smile, “I’ll be alright, sweetheart.”

Closing the gap between your bodies, Kabal kisses you again, but it was deeper this time followed by a hungry bite on your bottom lip. You knew he wanted to share tongues, so you let his collide with yours. He was going a lot more rough on you whilst his tongue tasted of ginger ale he consumed earlier. His tongue was barely touched by the flames to your surprise. It still feels the same as before. You moan during the kiss as you submit to Kabal. He rubs his erection against you, making yourself completely wet. Kisses were getting sloppier, and a small amount of drool falls past the corner of your lips. You manage to lick it off after the kiss broke. Kabal caresses your sleepy face and grins at the expression.

“Lay on your side for me,” he motions for you to turn over.

You nod and comply as he wishes, awaiting for a surprise up his sleeve. Kabal presses himself on your back before snaking a hand on your side. You look back to watch it slide down to your hip. He kneads the skin firmly and proceeds to raise your leg upwards to position. He springs his hardened length out until it rubs on your exposed slit, your leg being held up throughout. You hollered an airy moan with his free hand grabbing your breast. This newfound texture of Kabal’s ribbed cock starts to make you believe you ended up in heaven. How he felt previously was just enough to make you cum, but this was even better. This time your legs would be quivering easy.

“Mmm fuck. Shove it in me Kabal, please!” you exclaim before biting your lip.

He ends up nibbling at your neck whilst his cock shoves into you at a slow pace. Your drenched cunt tightened around Kabal, sensing every motion of him finding your sweet spot. Every desperate cry of pleasure rang happily in his ears. So beautiful and warranted.

“Do I feel good, baby?” his low voice whispers, “You’re enjoying how good my cock feels?”

“Ah! Oh! Oh, Kabal! You’re so good- ah!”

The guy has already received an answer. Those awaited praises were making him less nervous with fucking you again. Telling him how amazing he feels made his heart melt. It was about time that he kept going further. Kabal’s pacing of his length sped up within sounds of coated fluid sliding in and out of you.

“Keep singing like this and I’ll pound you even harder.”

Your body shudders at the dark tone of Kabal’s voice. Your lower abdomen circling in a pool of warmth. That light thread in you ever so close to snapping for release due to his ribbed length penetrating you. This scenario meant everything to you. Finally being able to share each other’s touch. Sharing worthwhile kisses and love bites then and there. You were doing such a good job at making Kabal feel whole again. He fucks into you the quickest pace he could with his hand still gripping you tight in the spooning position. You hold Kabal’s head close while he kisses the flesh of your neck hungrily, leaving you a moaning mess.

Your voice was panting, “Babe, I’m…I’m about to cum! Please, don’t stop!”

He pulls away from your neck, “Look at me.”

You turn to see him before he rushed in for a starving kiss. This led you to return the favor and moan endlessly by his control. He was returning back to his old self again. Something that had been missing for a while post-burn. Now Kabal has to treasure this moment to remember. He continues to hit that sensitive spot repeatedly, forcing every pleading cry out of your trembling self. It was so delightful to let Kabal fuck you however he wants. He deserves to have this after everything he went through back at the city. All that weight was being taken off his chest.

After a few more hard pumps inside you, your cunt flutters through your high. He bottoms himself out for you to allow the remaining fluid escape hurriedly. He breaks the kiss to let your cries of pleasure echo around the room. The slick and wet noises of Kabal’s dick rutting into you all the while biting your neck like an animal. He snaps off the skin abruptly before uttering I love yous nonstop. That and a visible hickey on your neck are obvious signs for Kabal never wanting to leave you.

“I love you so goddamn much,” he pants with his breath touching your skin.

Pulsating thrusts were slowing down after erupting his warm seed in you. He sends a deep kiss to your lips while kneading your hip. When the work was finished, his length slips out with thick coats of ejaculate mixed with yours. Kabal collapses on his back as he pulls you close to his wounded body. He places the respirator back on after minutes of sex without it. You could hear his muffled breathing coming out of it. It was surprising that he can manage to last this long without the gear. You turned into complete putty and lay on his chest tiredly. Your index lazily traces across the texture of Kabal’s skin. The fast man gave a soft smile as he sends light touches to your back.

“Thank you for this, sweetheart. This really means a lot to me.”

“Anything for you, Kabal,” you said as you cup his face in your hand, “Maybe we can give it another go?”

Kabal snickers at the sudden response, “Shit, already? Is my dick really that good?”

You lean in to pull down his respirator and kiss him once more. Your body ends up straddling his waist while circling hands around his neck. Mouths open wide with their tongues clashing each other. Kabal leans forward close to cup his hands on your ass. You suddenly pull back with a sigh, “Please, do it to me again. I’m all yours…”

Well shit, Kabal’s got plenty of stamina for round two. He is for sure gladly willing to fuck in between your weakened thighs again, but he’s going to need his respirator back on.

#mortal kombat #mk kabal #kabal #kabal x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

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twstgarden · 2 months

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━ 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙚 ━

➻ the carnation petals have revealed your matches. the first match appears to be the retired general of briar valley's armed forces. his extroverted and wise personality pairs very well with your intellectual introverted nature.

➻ your dedication towards your interests and tasks are a few of the other things that caught his eye. your work ethic and unconventional methods are ones he does not fail to notice as well. he truly thinks you are a unique individual.

➻ of course, he wouldn't appear clingy or overwhelming to you. he keeps his distance but occasionally teases you here and there, surprising you with his jumpscare attacks and whatnot. he holds great respect for your personal space and interests, so you can expect him not to get too close unless you want him to. he knows you do not like engaging much in idle conversation either, and that's perfectly fine! even sitting in silence with you is enough to satisfy his need for your attention.

➻ lilia is pleased to know that you can defend yourself. whether you prove those who have underestimated you wrong or throw a punch at those who threatened your safety, he's equally proud and impressed and will be there in case you need support or praise.

➻ with your interest in ancient history, your curiosity will always be fueled and fed by lilia. an old man like himself certainly has stories packed for you to listen to. he'd share stories about different civilizations or legends, and even tell you about the incredible and enchanting folktales of briar valley.

➻ he always invites you over to play with him in diasomnia, even if it means staying up late. he enjoys playing rpgs with you, and when he isn't playing, he finds it entertaining to watch you play some life simulator games.

➻ this man will tell you lots of random facts regarding flower language and often may subtly gift you with dark red carnations to express his fascination and sentiments of love for you or red roses to express his deep romantic affection for you, or even peonies to tell you how beautiful you are, and so much more. he just wants to express his love to his little beastie, after all.

➻ diasomnia and briar valley are known for their cold weather, and lilia knows you detest the cold, so he goes out of his way to make sure you are comfortable wherever you stay. if he invites you over to diasomnia, he'd adjust the temperature to make it a little warmer. if you are planning to visit briar valley, he'd make sure to pack extra clothes to keep you warm. he wants to make sure his dearest is comfortable.

➻ overall, you have a healthy and fulfilling relationship with lilia. his extroverted nature contrasts your reserved personality, and he expresses his love for you in a way that does not overwhelm you at all. if you need someone to intellectually stimulate you or someone to motivate and comfort you on your lowest days, lilia is your man.

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━ possible matches: ➻ malleus draconia (another great match, similar interests and compatible personalities) ➻ leona kingscholar (respectful and supportive partner, but may find it hard to deal with emotional availability due to his internal issues) ➻ vil schoenheit (another picture-perfect partner on paper, can help with self-betterment and indulge in your interests, especially in the arts and literature)

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℘ your soul resides in...

❝ ignihyde ❞

➻ the dark mirror has sorted you to ignihyde, the dormitory founded on the diligence of the lord of the underworld. students sorted to this dormitory are dedicated and creative, giving their best and getting their job done for them to have the time to do whatever they please.

➻ your creative nature paired with your objective lenses make you a great resident of ignihyde. an independent worker with a good work ethic like you would find peace and comfort in the introverted dormitory, but beware of its temperature as it is known to be quite cold there. you might need to invest in a heater to keep your room to your desired temperature.

℘ voice lines

【 lilia vanrouge 】

► card selected: ssr dormitory uniform 寮服

❚❚ || home idle 4

↪ "i wanted to invite rei to transfer to diasomnia. i already have the perfect room for her! i've adjusted the temperature to suit her tastes and even added a huge wardrobe for her cosplays. fufu, doesn't that sound great?"

【 cater diamond 】

► card selected: sr yasmina silk ヤーサミーナシルク

❚❚ || home tap 6

↪ "when we were walking around the bazaar, i saw something that rei might be interested in! i think it was a book about scalding sands' history... i took a pic, of course~ ☆"

【 rook hunt 】

► card selected: r school uniform 制服

❚❚ || home tap 6

↪ "i caught the beautiful mademoiselle taking photographs in the courtyard, and as her schoolmate, i naturally boosted her morale by complimenting her superb skills!"

【 idia shroud 】

► card selected: sr ceremonial robes 式典服

❚❚ || home tap 6

↪ "i think i just saw rei playing an otome game while waiting for her turn to be sorted... ah, i might just be hallucinating... anyway, can i go back now?"

【 silver 】

► card selected: r masquerade dress マスカレードドレス

❚❚ || home tap 6

↪ "rei and i bought some souvenirs for the rest of diasomnia in the souvenir shop of the city of flowers... with her help, i was able to find the perfect gift for them, too."

— GENSHIN IMPACT —

℘ your romantic match is...

━ 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙘 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙧 ━

➻ the carnation petal has revealed the master of the dawn winery to be your best match. the uncrowned king of mondstadt's refined personality matches greatly with your own.

➻ both dedicated individuals. you hold a passion and dedication for your interests, which makes you both a productive and fulfilling couple. if motivation starts to waver, you have each other's backs to give the support you need to continue holding on and moving forward.

➻ he is not one for idle chit-chat, and you are not too fond of conversations. you can thrive in a comfortable silence with him. as you enjoy yourself in your own space, he does the same as well. however, he loves listening to you talk when you are in a good mood.

➻ he admires you greatly. your impartial lenses, strong work ethic, and independent nature are some of the qualities he likes about you. he also likes how you defend yourself, especially when you have been wronged.

➻ when he requires an opinion, you will always be his first choice. your ability to stay objective and unbiased is greatly appreciated by him, and he knows he can count on you for constructive criticism.

➻ of course, he also knows of your creative hobbies and interests. he invites you over to his mansion to let you indulge in some ancient history books he had kept in his study just for you. other times, he'd sit down with you and have a meaningful and intellectually stimulating conversation regarding art and literature.

➻ are you looking to read? he'll let you stay in a quiet and comfortable room in the mansion to read your book or manga in peace. are you in the mood to start cosplaying? he'd make sure you have all you need — the right set of clothes, enough accessories, properly styled wigs, you name it. are you looking to ice skate? he'd bring you to the best ice skating rinks and carry enough clothes to keep you warm in the undesirable cold temperature.

➻ whenever you are staying over or visiting the dawn winery manor, diluc ensures that italian-style meals will be served for your pleasure, and when you actively show how much you appreciate his efforts, it pleases him greatly.

➻ he spoils you greatly, but not in a way that gets overbearing. both of you are introverted thinkers (intj, intp) by personality indicators, but that does not mean you are lacking emotional fulfilment in your relationship. he shows his love through acts of service, doing anything and everything for you and your happiness, and he protects you when needed, whether you are aware of it or not.

➻ overall, your relationship with diluc is both fulfilling and intellectually stimulating. with the right amount of love and attention, while not overwhelming yourselves with emotions, you find yourselves contented and committed to one another.

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━ possible matches: ➻ neuvillette (tied with diluc as the perfect match, can keep you entertained with historical facts and mythological stories) ➻ alhaitham (an intellectually stimulating partner who possesses great knowledge in the study of semiotics, language, and ancient runes) ➻ dainsleif (has a passive personality and does not overwhelm or nag you around, a perfectly calm partner like diluc)

℘ you are bestowed with a...

❝ cryo vision ❞

— ❝ sorry... to also have you shoulder the grievances of the world. since you could endure my bitter cold, you must have the desire to burn? then, burn away the old world for me. ❞ —

➻ a vision that contradicts your disdain for the cold ironically fits your situation. you acknowledge your mastery over your craft but still yearn for something else. you wished you were in a better situation, in a better life. you wished you were good in something else, something else that you do not despise.

➻ several acquaintances but little friends. a reserved individual with low confidence, but you find no problems in your own company. you may have been underestimated by those you care about, but they know little of you. in a moment of injustice, there is no hesitation on your side to prove them wrong.

℘ voice lines

【 diluc ragnvindr 】

❚❚ || about rei: status

↪ "she is remarkable. i admire her work ethic and her creative nature. not to mention, that she's quite fond of the food we serve in the manor. it pleases me. hm? you'd like to know of my status with rei?"

【 zhongli / 鍾離 / 钟离】

❚❚ || about rei

↪ "rei is an impressive individual. i often find myself losing track of time during our discussions. her interest and knowledge in literature and the arts make her an appealing companion. if given the chance, i'd like to have some tea with her again."

【 kaedehara kazuha / 楓原万葉 / かえではらかずは】

❚❚ || about rei

↪ "rei is a wonderful artist. i've seen how she dedicates herself to her craft, but sometimes, she loses her motivation. i thought she needed some reassurance, so as her friend, i wanted to make sure she gets the support she needs."

【 tighnari / الطغنري 】

❚❚ || about rei

↪ "i stumbled upon rei once in the library. she seemed to be reading something related to mythology. if she were to join the akademiya, she'd be a great student under the haravatat darshan."

【 lyney 】

❚❚ || about rei

↪ "i have heard of rei's interest in theatre and cosplaying. perhaps i should ask her to take part in my shows! i'm joking, i'm joking. still, i have seen her abilities firsthand, and i believe she has great potential, don't you think so?"

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peepeedrip · 1 year

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my miles quaritch hc's (sfw & nsfw)

a/n: this is the first time i've written something since i was 14 and if u know me from my harry potter phase no u don't 💀 NE ways im so scared to post this and if u have any criticism pls lmk ok bye bye

reader is afab if you would like me to make it gender neutral lmk 💪

here we go 🤯:

im sorry but the first thing i'm gonna talk about is those damn arms 😭 like imagine na'vi reader looking at him and being intrigued by his fingers and shit (like this fic on ao3 u already know) and then asking about his tattoo because ur totally not checking out his arms you're just really intrigued by the art on his skin ofc haha

he's not sure if you're checking him out or just genuinely curious about his different culture but he lets u come closer and touch him and stuff

he doesn't stop u until he can feel himself blushing getting uncomfortable at how close u are to him and he's like "ok ugh get off me 🙄" so that u don't see how his cheeks are tinted purple I MEAN UH yea he's totally disgusted by u lol haha /j

slow burn slow burn slow burn

he'll act all tough and scary around you, but doesn't let u see that he gets more fond of your presence with each passing day

eventually you can see him slowly warming up to you after a few weeks, always offering to carry stuff for you that really isn't that heavy, or when you're out in the forests of pandora telling you to "give me that fruit right there" so he can peel it for you and hand it over with his head turned away and a curt "welcome." on his lips after you thank him

you find his new behavior odd, but you aren't going to question why his tail flicks faster when you're near or why he always finds some way to be in your general proximity, especially with all the help he's been giving you recently

look at me. i know this man is a commander and he takes charge and whatnot but u know DAMN well he gets nervous around you. like

it doesn't matter if ur a human or na'vi or an avatar THIS MAN WILL FIND U HOT ASF 💀💀💀 like he's checking u out n shi behind ur back and lyle is looking at him like. dude. be so fucking fr

and lyle gets on his ass for it too 😭😭😭 like miles will be doing some daily ass task and lyle will come tease him about u

miles: licking some envelope to send papers to someone

lyle: damn i bet u wish that was y/n's-

miles: 👊💥

lyle: 😵😵��💫😴 (he died) (jk but miles wishes he was fr 😭)

this man will try so hard to be suave and make the first move but he gets negative rizz around you 😭 u make him nervous lmao and he especially doesn't want to mess this up because of who he used to be so he goes into it way more gently than he would have in his past life

eventually once u realize u got a crush on this man ur gonna try to flirt too but he's TOO HOT ur gonna fumble and it just ends up in y'all having the perfect moments to kiss or make out or SOMETHING and y'all are just like "haha.... crazy weather we're having lol"

lyle and z-dog are punching y'all in their heads rn

i feel like eventually it would culminate in him leaving for a big mission like the one to capture jake and when he's telling u goodbye and turns around to leave u grab his hand and say "come back safe, please"

he looks at you surprised, but he regains his composure and grabs ur hand to bring it to his lips. "i will, cupcake. promise." SCREAMING CRYING PUNCHKNG MY WINDOW 🥊🥊💥💥

i can't remember who headcanoned that he calls u cupcake but he calls his ikran cupcake so he calls u cupcake AND WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THAT UR A GENUIS blessing the miles fandom fr

he definitely takes it slow because like i said, he knows who he used to be in his past life and wants to be a different man from that

and all the helping u out shit that he was doing before doesn't go away, in actuality it probably gets more frequent cause he always wants to be around u now

however when y'all kiss for the first time.... 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

im just saying in his past life he got to an old age, old age = experience. new young body = 😏

and this full on extends to the bedroom 🤭🤭

NSFW ahead warning 😟😱🤯‼️⚠️🔞

he is very gentle and doesn't pressure u AT ALL. however being gentle doesn't mean that he doesn't give u the most mind blowing show stopping sex you ever had your first time

def into oral. he goes down on u and i mean he goes down. holding your legs and hips down while his tongue flicks and runs over your cooter cat like it was the indy 500 bitch 😭 he is not playing around

he also enjoys having his dick in ur mouth ofc. he loves kissing ur lips so what better thing than to have them wrapped around his cock and balls?

he'll enjoy it if you fight back a little bit. he'll enjoy it if you submit to him completely. he'll enjoy it. just let this man cook 🤝

if u DO like to fight back 😼😼 ohh girl u already know his colonel side is coming out

overstims your pussy if ur into that, cause you wouldn't listen to him earlier so now he has to make u listen his way

"you like that, you little brat?" he asks with a gentle smack to your cheek. you're clenching around him HARD. "fuuuckkkk.. you just had to make trouble for yourself, didn't 'ya cupcake?" he's breathing into your ear, half moaning, half speaking cause girl that pussy got him in a CHOKEHOLD

won't stop until u tell him "sorry, sir" and apologize for acting against him. he's used to disciplining people from the army and he knows how to deal with people who get outta line

however if ur more on the submissive side MMMMHMMM u know he's gonna eat that up

like if he tells you to do something and u follow it no question..... mhmm u getting dicked down good tonight is all i'm saying 🕺🕺🕺

"god baby, so good for me.." he's peppering kisses all over your face and neck, thrusting into your pussy just the way you like it. "gonna fuck you so good baby.. fuck.. this pussy is gonna be good for me yeah?" yes sir 💂‍♀️😝🫡

sometimes he'll see just how far he can go with it, asking you to bend in absurd positions or follow absurd asks, and once he sees you do it without hesitation he feels a flame of possessiveness rise in him, hands and arms wrapping around you and praising how good you are for him

he will treasure u fr no matter what you're like for him, sometimes he just be mid-fucking u and he just looks at u like 'damn, i love u wtf' HES SO DOWN BAD GRRRRR

and sometimes you'll do the same where you'll just look up at him and you can't help but put a hand on the side of his face and breathe out, "i love you, miles" IM SOBBING CRYING

he love love loves u and u love love love him GRRRRR *blocks u two* GET A ROOM YUCK GROSSSSSS

this was the most heinous gut wrenching vomit inducing thing i've ever written if u read this far U A TROOPER FR🫡ok i gtg now it's 1 am now bye bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

also s/o to @nqify and @cuethediscoandthedrinks for making me want to get back into writing again go read their stuff rn OR ELSE 🤯🤯😡😡👊👊💥💥🥊🥊

#avatar #atwow x reader #atwow #james camerons avatar #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x oc #miles quaritch x reader #recombinant miles quaritch #recombinant miles quaritch x reader #recombinant lyle #atwow fanfiction #i forgor 💀

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fishing-lesbian-catgirl · 3 months

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45.

45: worst date you’ve ever been on

I haven’t been on very many but I do think I have a decent answer even if I don’t like thinking about it.

Just over a year ago, a trans woman I matched with on tinder invited me with no notice to go to her place to watch a movie and hang out. It was, by all circumstances, not a great idea. I had sudden unplanned events, it was snowing pretty bad, and it was already like 7 pm. However I was in a bout of extreme loneliness and was desperate. So I drove 30 minutes during a snowstorm to get to her place. I want to preface this by saying that I have struggled throughout my life with being kind of a germaphobe. Not like so extreme that I have to wipe down and disinfect my apartment every week or anything like that, but I’m tend to wash my hands waaaaay too much and just be easily grossed out in general. Anyway her place was absolutely disgusting and filthy and a mess. I feel a little bad saying that but like it was bad. I mean I didn’t see like bugs or mold or anything, but everything was covered in stuff that had been carelessly left there, every surface and most of the floor covered in empty food containers and like crumbs and god knows what, that probably doesn’t sound that bad but I don’t know how to describe it better and I don’t want to keep thinking about it much longer. I’m not the neatest person and my apartment is usually a bit of a mess, but the idea of inviting someone over without cleaning it first is so against the way I do things that I was and still am baffled by it. Anyway I didn’t want to judge too much (I really am trying to get over the germaphobia stuff but it’s hard ok) and I was still a very lonely bitch so I sat on her gross crumb covered couch and watched the Sonic the hedgehog movie, (bc I had mentioned to her in a conversation that I never saw it). She was touchy and cuddly and I quickly got kinda overwhelmed but, again, I was super lonely, I hadn’t spent time with anyone in months (unless you count going to classes but I don’t) so I didn’t want to bail. After the movie we talked and she was sweet and cute and she respected my boundaries and worries because I was very inexperienced with anything remotely resembling dating. But it was now like 1 am and there was a snowstorm outside and she was saying I should probably stay the night, even being upfront and saying we don’t have to do anything, but she was hinting that she might want to. But at that point the mess and dirt and whatnot was really getting to me. I went to the bathroom to pee and sort out my thoughts, but it was like 10x nastier in there, I don’t want to describe it even thinking about it makes me want to take a shower. After that I wanted to be as far from there as possible. I told her as politely as I could but probably not that politely, that I had already gone way out of my comfort zone and that I wanted to go. This wasn’t a lie or anything, basically everything I did that night was well beyond my usual comfort zone that night. She seemed very disappointed but I was beyond feeling bad anymore, I got out of there and went to my car where I rubbed my hand with hand sanitizer like three times and drove home through the blizzard going at a snails pace on the highway bc of the weather, and the whole time I felt like throwing up. When I finally got home over an hour later I took a shower for like another hour.

Now that I typed all that out I’m realizing I used way more words than I needed to say that my worst date was going to a girls place and it was really gross so I didn’t stay longer than a few hours. It’s also not like much of an interesting story and I wrote all that out and relived those memories for what is ultimately not that interesting.

Although even if the circumstances were different I still don’t think I would like the sonic movie

#ask game #oh god I just realized I might still be friends with her on steam???

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archiveoftara · 11 months

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Magic is not real

Hello locknation, I'm back with another series. The reader doesn't possess any talent, has anxiety and isn't fond of the agent life or the industry. Lockwood falls for her first. Hope you like it!!

Warning: mention of anxiety

Part 2

It's chaotic at 35 Portland Row. The agents were occupied preparing for their latest case. Lucy was checking the inventory. George was surrounded by papers, plans, notes and whatnot to gain more knowledge about the visitor they're supposed to encounter. Lockwood was brushing up his rapier skills in the basement.

Lucy plops on the chair beside George and takes a deep sigh.

"I'm exhausted." said lucy.

"Nice to meet you exhausted, I'm George." George said.

"Very funny." Lucy glared.

Lockwood entered the room sweating, said "I'm starving, George."

"Have patience, kids. I've already called Arif's." George said while burying his face inside the books.

The bell rang and Lockwood rushed to the door to get it, only to be hit by the cupid's arrow.

Y/N's POV

The weather is nice in London today. I was at the back, baking some cakes when Arif asked me to deliver an order urgently as we're running short on staff.

I quickly got changed and left to make the delivery. I looked at the slip to make sure I'm at the right address. I rang the bell and waited patiently.

The door opened revealing a boy my age (probably), in white shirt and black trousers. Beautiful brown eyes, dishevelled hair, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Um.. your delivery, sir." I said while handing him the donuts.

"Ah yes." He said while taking the package from me. The atmosphere turned awkward.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" He whispered.

"That will be 15 pounds, sir." I said awkwardly, fixing my glasses.

"Oh yes, sorry. I'm so sorry. Let me fetch my wallet real quick." He disappeared inside the house.

I bid goodbye and left for my job. Little did I know my life was about to change.

It's been two months since the fellow agent met Arif's new Baker. He's been making his visit to Arif's more often than usual. Y/n couldn't help but notice the sudden change in the atmosphere. At first she paid no mind to it but Lockwood made it a tad bit obvious about his growing affection towards her. For instance, he would personally go to the shop to fetch the donuts, try to make small conversations and get to know her more, would order tea and have it there while waiting for his order. One day y/n had enough and asked Lockwood to meet her after the shift ended.

"What are you doing Mr. Lockwood?" She asked.

"Um.. having tea?" He replied.

"I want to make one thing clear to you. Our paths are different. We can't be together, Mr. Lockwood. I would really appreciate it if you just leave me alone and carry on with your life." With that, y/n left the shop.

Y/n got off late. The streets were empty and she still had a couple of blocks left till she reached home.

"There's no taxi. I have to reach home quickly." Y/n said while moving her feet faster.

Couple minutes later she felt a cold breeze. A chill ran down her spine. She hoped it's a cat but she knew it's something else. A visitor.

Y/n gulped and rummaged through her bag for a lavender or smoke bomb. She didn't wait and ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn't care where she was going, she's looking for a place to hide. She suddenly stumbled upon a pavement which caused her glasses to fly away from her face.

"Shit. I'm blind without my glasses." Y/n frantically looked for her glasses but it was too late. The visitor was near her. She froze.

"Guess I'm gonna be joining you guys soon." She muttered to herself. Suddenly a rapier slashed through the air.

"Y/n are you alright?" Lockwood asked.

She was frozen. She was profusely sweating. She couldn't speak.

"The visitor will come again shortly. I can't hold him for too long. We have to leave. Y/n please, hold on." Lockwood picked her up on her feet. Lockwood safely took y/n to her flat.

Y/n invites Lockwood inside her tiny flat. She offered him tea as a token of gratitude. For some reason y/n couldn't meet his eyes. Maybe because of the nerves, maybe she's still shaken up by the previous incident.

Lockwood cleared his throat and said "it's a nice flat."

"Thank you. That's all I have." She said while looking around.

"I'm sorry." Lockwood regrets making the previous statement.

"No, it's fine. My parents, they were agents just like you, Mr. Lockwood. After their talent faded they started a small business. Everything was good till that night. They got ghost touched...You know how life in London is expensive, so I had to sell our shop. The rest is history." Y/n opened up her heart.

Lockwood didn't know what to say.

"That's why I stay away from agents. Mr. Lockwood. I'm not the ideal person for you. You deserve someone... someone who's brave.. like you." Y/n said.

"You think I'm brave?" Locked gave her his iconic smile.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ms. Y/l/n, I can understand what you're going through. I respect your decision but please, i request you to respect mine too." Lockwood said looking deep into her eyes.

"Have you seen fireflies Mr. Lockwood?" Y/n asked.

Lockwood raised his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"When we see fireflies, we think it's magic but when we hold it in our palms; we realise there's nothing magical here. Magic is not real." Y/n tried to explain him.

After a moment of silence, Lockwood said something which froze y/n.

"I don't want to hold the firefly. I want to live in its light. I want to feel its warmth because it makes me feel alive."

"Please, y/n. I've lost everything just like you but I can't afford to lose anymore. I want to be your friend. That's all I ask of you. Give me one chance." Lockwood pleaded.

One chance? Every human deserves at least one chance right?

Y/n couldn't help but ponder about the thought.

"You can take as much time as you need. I'm always here for you, waiting." Lockwood left her flat leaving a conflicted y/n.

#lockwood x you #lockwood and co #fandom #anthony lockwood #fanfic #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #save lockwood and co #locknation #anthony bloody lockwood

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basaltbutch · 8 months

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was marinating on blaseball post expansion era on my drive to class and holy fucking shit realizing just how bad the game band fumbled the ball with some really interesting concepts. thinking about how i would've done it and whatnot.

short circuits, as much as i loved them, should not have been a thing. they shouldn't have tried to rebuild from the ground up and then release it. they should have rebuilt while we were watching.

give us the most basic sim. no fancy art no effects no items. take away all the excess of the expansion era. pick one player from each old team randomly, split each into two teams, have them play ball. at the end of the week, without warning us in advance, they're returned to the black hole and the cycle repeats.

make us play at the edge of an event horizon. use it to experiment. combine players into amalgamations of their former selves, play with weather, play with the site graphics. make us live in a realm of uncertainty. play with the format. make it so every season is different and we never know what to expect.

idk what the resolution of this is. maybe we figure out a way to stabilize it. maybe it's the dying throes of this game.

i don't know. it should have been better.

#blaseball #it speaks

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joelalorian · 4 months

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Tides of Desire - Chapter Five: Red Sky in Morning

Pairing: Yacht Captain!Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, adventure, alcohol, injuries, fluff, angst, smut (eventual), slowish burn. Reader is a badass. Smallish age gap (reader is 32 or so, Joel is 40). Additional warnings will be posted with each chapter as needed. No use of y/n.

AN: Any knowledge I have about yachts comes solely from watching Below Deck. I have zero sea legs and could not possibly work on a yacht. Same goes for medical treatment. Take it all with a grain of salt ;) Feedback is always appreciated, but never demanded. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Five: Red Sky in Morning

Hunched over the weather radar on the bridge, Joel pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his dark rimmed glasses. A line of storms would be moving through the area later and it was already choppy in the marina. It wasn’t looking good for getting out on the open water for the first day of charter and that always made it harder on the interior crew – they would be responsible for keeping the guests entertained without being able to use the water toys.

With a heavy sigh, Joel turned away from the radar. There was nothing he could do about the weather. He was beginning to feel equally hopeless about the status of whatever this was with you. Things did not go how he hoped the other night and you stuck to your word in keeping a distance from him. That wasn’t what he wanted, at all, but he didn’t know how to get you to understand.

Romantic feelings were confusing and made him feel incredibly vulnerable, which he hated. That’s why he tended to avoid them.

“Hey, Dad,” Sarah chirped as she entered the bridge, peering at the weather radar. “It’s not looking good for today, huh?”

“No, baby girl, it doesn’t,” Joel replied, eyes softening at the sight of his daughter. She always brightened his day, and he loved working with her. “It’ll be up to your crew to keep them entertained until at least tomorrow. Hopefully the weather will clear up by then.”

Sarah nodded confidently, her left hand pulling a small spiral notepad from her pocket. “About that, I’ve come up with a couple ideas of what we could do with the guests today. The primary’s a renowned food critic, right? I was thinking Tess could host a cooking class with Talia as her sous chef since she has some culinary talent. The guests could pair up and create a Caribbean-style dish for their dinner. In the meantime, we could do a blind tasting where the guests have to guess exotic flavors and whatnot. What do you think?”

Feeling his chest swell with pride, Joel’s lips twitched into a broad smile. “That sounds great, honey. You think Tess will be into it?”

Beaming back at him, Sarah snapped her notepad shut. “Already checked, Tess is onboard. Said she’d love the challenge of doing something different for once.”

He laughed, no doubt she would. “Good. Thank you for taking the initiative here. I’m really proud of you, Sar. I think the guests will love it.” Joel pulled her in for a tight hug, the warmth of the embrace relieving some of the stress he’d been feeling. “The guests should be arriving soon. Go finish getting ready.”

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The primary guest was a quirky woman in her fifties named Donna, with short, dark hair going naturally gray and laugh lines ringing her bright green eyes. She wore chunky purple glasses with a chain attached like an old librarian. She was boisterous and friendly with a deep laugh, the kind of woman who made friends everywhere she went. Donna was accompanied by her husband of thirty years, a mild-mannered man named Doug who appeared to be her exact opposite in all ways, and two other couples who had been long-time friends of theirs.

From the moment they stepped onto the yacht, the guests were unbothered by the weather and took it in stride when Joel informed them the yacht would remain in the marina until the next day.

“The crew has some fun activities planned to keep you entertained, though,” he finished, hand stretched out to direct their attention toward Sarah.

“If you’ll follow me, I’ll give you a tour and show you to your rooms.” Sarah led them from the aft deck, explaining the layout of the yacht as she went.

Joel held Tommy back for a moment as you, Connor, and Ellie brought the luggage onboard once the guests were out of sight.

“Make sure your team is ready to assist interior with whatever they need, ok?”

“Of course, brother. We have their backs. Whoever isn’t tasked with helping inside will work on equipment maintenance in the lazarette,” Tommy explained. It was the perfect time to check the oil in the jet skis and tender along with any other fluid top-offs or changes on the equipment.

Joel patted his brother’s back with a solemn nod, his eyes tracking you as he turned to head for the bridge. You were looking down with a large piece of luggage in your arms and didn’t notice him. Jaw tensed, he ascended to the bridge deck with you occupying too much space in his mind.

“That’s the last of the luggage on, Tommy,” you called before heading for the guest cabins. Once the luggage was placed in the correct rooms, you headed toward the stern. Tommy reviewed his plan with you before the guests arrived, so you made your way to the lazarette beneath the aft deck.

“Hey Brit!” Tommy greeted you like he hadn’t seen you in a while when you stopped at his side in front of one of the jet skis. He’d recently taken to calling you Brit, instead of England, and it seemed to be catching on with the rest of the crew. “It’s short for British, get it?” he said the first time he used it. You heard that new nickname more than your real name now and it amused you.

“Hello Tommy,” you chuckled. “Where do you want to start?”

“Let’s check the oil first and see if anything needs to be topped off. We shouldn’t need to change it yet, but we will if we must,” Tommy explained. “It’s just going to be me and you. Ellie and Connor will be assisting the interior with anything they need.”

Perfectly content with that arrangement, you picked up the necessary tools to open one of the jet skis. You enjoyed the maintenance work even with the inherent messiness. You always wound up with oil under your fingernails no matter how careful you were, but you’d become a pro at washing it off after all the years spent helping your grandfather.

Pulling out his phone, Tommy played music while you set about your tasks. The pair of you worked well together, talking and teasing, singing off key to 90s rock the whole time. It was effortless, being yourself with Tommy, and you wondered why you couldn’t be falling for him instead of his brother. Tommy didn’t seem to have the same strict rules for himself that Joel did, and it would have been so much easier to be with him.

Unfortunately, the heart wanted what the heart wanted, and yours wanted a grumpy pain in the ass who made things more difficult than they needed to be.

Shaking yourself, you pushed away thoughts of Joel. You wasted enough time thinking about him, it was time to focus on something, anything else for a while. Steering clear of him physically was easier than you thought the past day and a half, but the emotional and mental distancing was proving far more difficult. The dreams that plagued you at night didn’t help, your subconscious incessantly teasing you with images of a life that you can’t have with Joel.

Picking up on your mood, Tommy did his best to distract you from your thoughts. You had no doubt that he already knew what happened and why you were down, knowing that Sarah or Tess, maybe even Joel himself, spoke to Tommy about it.

“’Kay, Brit. Let’s play a game,” he said while you were gathering the drip pan and some rags. The oil in one of the jet skis needed to be changed after all. It was time to get messy. “Chocolate or vanilla?”

“What kind of game is this?” you asked, perplexed.

“Just pick the one you prefer. It’s not that difficult.” Tommy laughed.

“Er, ok. Chocolate.”

Satisfied, Tommy continued with his unusual little game. “Coffee or tea?”

“Tea, obviously.” Your eyes rolled so hard it made you dizzy.

“Dogs or cats?”

“I like both.”

“You can only pick one, Brit. Them’s the rules.”

“Fine. Dogs.”

The game continued for some time, Tommy’s broad grin growing the more you got into it. It was a great distraction, and you were eternally grateful to him for it. The afternoon passed as the pair of you continued to work and chat until Sarah’s call came over the radio asking for additional help setting up for the cooking class.

“The primary requested that some of the crew participate too. They want to make it a contest to see who makes the best dish,” Sarah explained when the two of you joined her after washing up. “I’ve already assigned pairs.”

Sarah’s expression was a perfect mix of determination and guilt as she looked down at the clipboard in her hands. She was up to something, and you would bet this week’s tip on what it was.

“Tommy, I paired you with Ellie,” she began, turning to you with a thin, hopeful smile and upturned brows. “Brit, you’ll be with my Dad.”

“Sarah,” Tommy warned on your behalf before you could respond. He spent hours working hard to lighten your mood and didn’t want the effort to go to waste. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now, for obvious reasons.”

“It was the captain’s request, Uncle Tommy. Not much I could do,” Sarah explained with a shrug. Turning to you, she grabbed your hand in a soft grip. “I’m sorry. I think he’s trying to make things right between you two. Give him this chance?”

Just when you finally stop overthinking about him, he manages to reel you back in. Resigned to your fate, you nodded with a grimace. There wasn’t much you could do about it anyway.

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Due to the rain, a series of small cooking stations with a larger table at the front, where Tess and Talia would do the demonstrating, were setup in the main salon. Fairy lights were strung along the walls and ceiling, bringing a starry night effect inside the boat to make up for the weather outside. The yacht was slightly bobbing in the water due to the wind.

“Welcome to Cooking with Tess and Talia!” Tess greeted as the guests, Emmy, Connor, Ellie, Joel, and Tommy settled in their stations. You were the last to arrive, leaving Joel concerned that you really didn’t want to work with him. Despite it only being a couple of days, he was desperate to make things right, to have you speaking to him again. He couldn’t let himself be with you yet, but he didn’t want to be without you either.

Yes, he was keenly aware of the emotional roller coaster he created and how affected you were by it, but he could do nothing to stop it.

“Thanks for agreeing to be my partner,” Joel murmured once you were at his side, lips quirking up in a lopsided smile. He let all his feelings and things he could not say shine through his eyes, hoping you could see it when he gazed at you.

“I couldn’t very well deny a request from the captain, could I?” you returned, tone dull to hide your nerves and the lingering hurt feelings.

Joel sighed wearily. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he needed to just leave you be. The pair of you did your best to focus on the instructions Tess gave, though the distraction of being so close physically yet so distant emotionally was difficult to manage.

“We are going to make pernil, a classic Puerto Rican dish using roast pork shoulder. We will start with the marinade for the pork shoulder. While the pork is marinading and roasting in the oven, we will make the rice and desert. In all, this will take a few hours, then we will have a tasting to judge whose turned out best. Ready?”

Tess spoke through the steps, laying out the ingredients for the marinade as Talia demonstrated the process. Within the first few steps, Ellie and Tommy were already laughing and knocking things off their table as they jostled for who would get to add the ingredients first. Cooking was clearly not their strength, but at least they were having fun. Donna, the primary, and her husband concentrated with intense focus on their preparations, talking each other through the steps as they measured out the spices for the marinade. It was clear that they spent a lot of time working together in the kitchen. The other guests appeared to be having fun, chatting quietly, and laughing when they messed something up.

Joel spoke to you in soft murmurs as the pair of you worked together. Cooking was not your jam he could tell, but Joel was well versed, influenced by so many years of friendship with Tess and being a single parent wanting to do right by Sarah. He handled the ingredients and utensils with quiet confidence. You took direction well, passing him the items as requested, holding the bowl steady as he mixed the marinade, and finally brushing the liquid over the pork shoulder.

As the only ones not participating, Sammy and Sarah gathered the pork shoulders to bring to the galley to continue marinading before going in the oven in an hour. They returned with fresh adult beverages for the guests and waters for the crew as Tess segued into the next steps of preparing the dish, instructing everyone in chopping onions and peppers to go into the yellow rice. Each station was equipped with a rice cooker rented from the provisions company.

“This is actually kind of fun,” you admitted out of nowhere as Joel guided you in how to properly chop the vegetables, his large, warm hand covering your own on the knife. His heart swelled at that admission. Maybe there was hope after all.

“It’s a great activity to do together,” Joel replied, voice rough with repressed feelings. Oh how he wanted you to know that he would love to do this with you in his kitchen back in Austin someday, but it was not the time to share those types of thoughts.

Over the next hour, Tommy and Ellie spilled all of their rice on the floor, knocking them completely out of the little competition. Their hysterical laughter left the rest of the competitors with little doubt that they were sad about that fact. Joel’s deep brown eyes watched you smile broadly at their hijinks, his own lips quirking up at the sight.

“I hope you two know you’re on cleaning duty after this!” Joel called to them, a hint of teasing in his tone.

You loosened up after that, chatting a little more with Joel about the food you were both preparing and anything else that came to mind. You both studiously avoided the topic of your feelings for each other. Joel was just happy that you were having fun and speaking to him. He hoped it lasted beyond this activity.

“Have you ever had flan before?” Joel asked as the dessert preparations began.

“No, I’m not a huge dessert person. I’ve heard it’s good though,” you replied.

“It really is. I’ve made it before at home.”

“So, you are a big dessert guy then? Making homemade desserts in the off-season?”

Joel smiled with a nod. “Guilty. I enjoy cooking, have ever since Sarah came along and gave me a reason to learn how to do it well.” He loved sharing this with you, both the cooking and the details about each other.

By the time the pernil was ready to eat, everyone was giddy with hunger. Conversation and teasing were boisterous as everyone moved between the stations to taste the dishes, noting the subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) differences between them all. A vote was taken, and Tess announced the winner once everyone had eaten their fill.

“It was really close, but it looks like Donna and Doug are the winners! Joel and Brit were a close second, but that just means they were the first losers,” Tess teased while the guests cheered.

As the guests moved to the seating area in the main salon, the crew dispersed to start cleanup duties.

“Nice work, Cap,” you said, flashing Joel a small smile as you scurried away, headed to the galley with a pile of dirty dishes in your arms. After spending the past few hours so close to Joel, the yearning for him was overwhelming and you needed some time away from him, and everyone else. Dish duty in the galley would be perfect for that.

“Hey, wait! I, uh, was hoping we could…” And, once again, you were gone before he could finish a sentence. It was a habit of yours that he was beginning to seriously dislike.

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It was early, possibly pre-sunrise though it was hard to tell down on the crew deck, when Sarah ducked into your cabin and plopped her overly perky self on your bunk. “Morning sunshine!”

“Too loud. Take your noise and be gone, you witch!” you grumbled, burying your head beneath the covers.

The bunk above you creaked and Tess’ head peered over the edge, her long locks hanging down in waves. “Aww, come on, Brit. Let the girl have her fun.”

“I know what she’s trying to do, Tess and I want no part of it.” Your voice was muffled by the blanket, taking the edge off your tone.

“Oh, don’t be like that!” Sarah whined. “My dad seemed so happy last night. He loves to cook and it’s clear he enjoyed showing off his skills for you.”

“He’s obviously very good at it,” you admitted reluctantly, fingertips edging the blanket down a bit.

“Don’t I know it.” Sarah’s dark eyes, the ones that reminded you so much of her father’s, narrowed mischievously. “You know, you two were the actual winners last night.”

Brows furrowed; you pulled the blanket down to fully expose your face and stared at Sarah. “What are you talking about? Donna and Doug were the winners.”

“She’s right, Brit. Joel told me before the event to skew the results to make sure one of the guests won,” Tess admitted. “The primaries were actually second place.”

Hmmm, that certainly sounded like Joel. He was too humble.

“See, I told you he was worth the effort. You need to give him a chance.” Sarah’s voice was pleading, smile hopeful.

Sighing, you sat up and placed a hand on hers where it rested on your bed. “Sar, there’s no point when he won’t give me a chance. I’m not the problem here.”

“He’ll come around; I promise,” Sarah insisted. Tess nodded in agreement and the two women stared at you with insane smiles.

“Your eternal optimism is disturbing.” Falling back against your pillow, you pulled the blanket back over your head. “Don’t you two have work to do? I’m on late shift today, so I need a few more hours of sleep.”

Slipping in your earbuds, you tried your best to ignore thoughts of Joel as you drifted off to sleep once again. The weather had calmed overnight, and the yacht was already anchored at sea when you awoke a few hours later. After a quick breakfast, you arrived on deck to start your shift. The rest of the deck crew was already busy unloading the water toys and you jumped in to assist.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty,” Tommy greeted you with a charming smile. “Can you help us put the jet skis in the water? Ellie’s on the davit controls today.”

“Hey Tommy,” you bumped his shoulder as you passed, smiling brightly in return. “Of course.”

Connor was already by the davit, connecting the lines to ready the first jet ski. You checked the connections and patted him on the back. Pulling one of the support lines tight, Tommy gave a thumbs up and both you and Connor grabbed the remaining lines, pulling them taut.

“Ok, El! Take it away, slow!” Tommy called.

Ellie’s brow pinched in concentration, fingers working the controls to first lift the jet ski off the deck, then extend it over the rail and lower it towards the water. She had been practicing lately, working on controlling the davit with finesse rather than jerky movements and too much speed. The last thing Ellie wanted was to be responsible for damaging the yacht or any of its equipment, so she wanted to be proficient at using the davit.

Eyes darting between the jet ski and Ellie, strong grip keeping your line tight, you were impressed with the smoothness of movement from Ellie’s handling of the davit. The only jostling was from the wind rather than the davit itself. The first jet ski went down without issue and Connor jumped into the water to drive the jet ski to the swim platform and tie it off.

“Connor man, stay down there. The next one is coming in a minute,” Tommy called out. “No sense coming back up here with how smooth that one went.”

The three of you repeated the process with the second jet ski while Connor waited on the swim platform. It was a little less steady this time, but the jet ski landed smoothly on the water, bobbing along with the ripples. Once again, Connor jumped into the water to disconnect the davit lines. Before he could release the rear line, the wake of a passing boat jostled the jet ski. Connor didn’t see it coming and it threw off his balance, his right arm extending instinctively to steady himself against the yacht’s hull.

His wet hand gave way against the slick surface as another wave lifted the jet ski and Connor toppled off the machine. It happened so fast, you and Tommy watching from the deck, when the waves hit. You were already jumping over the rail, plummeting into the water when Connor’s head bounced off the hull.

The tender was already in the water, having been the first thing the deck team offloaded before you joined them on deck, and Tommy sprinted down to the swim platform to jump into the small boat as Ellie frantically called for help over the radio. When you surfaced, you were grateful you landed nearby and Connor was wearing a lifejacket as he bobbed face down in the turquoise water, the slamming of his head against the yacht having knocked him out cold. You reached him in seconds, turning him over so his face was no longer submerged. He wasn’t breathing.

The tender appeared at your side, Tommy reaching over to pull you both aboard. He shouted up to Ellie to get in the water and secure the jet ski while you started CPR, and he steered the tender back to the swim platform where Joel was waiting. By your estimate, Connor was face down in the water for no more than 30 seconds, if that, and his breathing resumed after a dozen chest compressions. However, he remained unconscious, and you checked Connor over, noting a gash on his forehead and a broken left forearm. Flattening your palm over the gash, you attempted to stem the flow of blood.

Sarah appeared on the swim platform and assisted her dad in tying off the tender while Tommy helped you delicately bring Connor onto the yacht. “Help is on the way, should be here in a few minutes,” Joel declared. “Is he breathing?”

You nodded, breathless from the adrenaline rush, and placed the clean rag Sammy rushed to hand you to Connor’s forehead. “He’s still unconscious and has a broken arm,” Tommy spoke for you, his comforting hand clutching your shoulder.

“Shit,” Joel swore, his voice immediately drowned by the sound of a siren as a rescue boat approached.

You stumbled back, sliding down to sit on the platform as the rescue team took over. You were soaked, hands covered in Connor’s blood, a chill wracking your body as the last dregs of adrenaline dispersed. You watched, wide-eyed, as Connor was transported to the rescue vessel. Once the vessel departed, Joel rushed over to you, bending down to meet your gaze.

“Are you okay?” He spoke your name softly, his hands running over your head, shoulders, and arms, checking for any injuries. Joel’s touch left a trail of searing heat on your skin. The shivering was uncontrollable, and you stuttered out a positive response indicating you were ok. “Thank fuck,” he breathed, pulling you into an uncharacteristic hug, his body warm and strong against yours. You clutched to him like a lifeline as he led you inside and down to the crew deck. Once in your cabin, he turned the shower on and let the water heat up.

“Can you manage by yourself? Or do you want me to get Sarah or Tess?”

“I-I can manage, just need to warm up.” Slipping into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click, you shed your wet clothes and climbed into the shower, steam rising around you. The immediate relief from the warmth of the water left you groaning.

“I’m going to send Sarah down to keep an eye on you. She’ll call me if you need anything. I have to get back to the guests,” Joel called through the door, hesitation in his voice like he didn’t want to leave you.

“Ok. Thank you, Joel,” you called back, grateful for him in that moment.

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Once Joel was certain that you were going to be alright, his heart rate finally settled. Checking in with the guests to let them know what happened was easier than he anticipated – they were understandably concerned about the crew, specifically Connor’s condition, having witnessed at least part of the incident. Donna insisted that they were content to lounge on the sundeck and relax in the hot tub for the day to let the crew settle their nerves after the traumatic events.

On his way to the bridge, Joel also checked in with Tommy and the rest of the crew to make sure they were ok. Emmy was the most concerned, having grown close to the young man over the past few weeks. Talia comforted her as Joel reiterated the importance of safety awareness and let them all have an extended break while the guests relaxed.

“Join me on the bridge?” he looked to Tommy as he turned to exit the main salon. The brothers walked in silence until they were on the bridge where they were quickly joined by Frank. “So, we’re down a man on the deck crew. Early report on Connor is that he won’t be returning with that broken arm. I’ll reach out to the staffing agency to get a new deckhand.”

Tommy nodded. “In the meantime, we’ll work with a three-person crew.” It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last. He always made it work.

“I’m happy to lend a hand where needed, Tommy,” Frank added. “It’d be good to get my hands dirty again.”

“Well, that’s settled then. I need to make a couple calls. Keep an eye on the crew?” Frank and Tommy assured Joel they had everything under control and left the bridge as Joel called the agency.

“Hi Marcia, it’s Captain Joel on Radiance. Listen, I need a deckhand asap.” Pausing to listen to her response, he added, “Any experience level is fine at this point.” Marcia assured him she’d be back in touch within an hour and ended the call.

Feeling like things were back under his control again, Joel settled into the captain’s chair with a heavy sigh. What a fucking day. Between yesterday’s bad weather and the events of today, this charter seemed doomed from the start, but at least the guests were laid back. The vibration of his phone drew Joel from his maudlin thoughts to find a text from Sarah.

Brit is all set. She’s resting for a bit and will be back on deck in an hour. She’s such a bad ass!

The grin that spread across his lips was involuntary at the mere mention of you and how highly his daughter thought of you.

Thanks baby girl. You doing okay?

I’m fine, Dad. You okay?

It’s been a day already, but I’m good.

Love you.

Love you too baby girl.

The phone was still in his hand when it rang moments later. “Marcia, what’s the good word?” Joel stood from the chair, nervous energy making him need to move around. “That was quick work! He can start tomorrow, great! That’s one less thing to worry about.”

After discussing a few more details, Joel thanked Marcia for her help. They’d have a new deckhand onboard tomorrow morning. Perfect.

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You were holed up on the bridge on overnight anchor watch, gaze hovering over the weather radar to keep an eye on the wind speed. The wind picked up again as the evening went on and Joel was concerned the anchor would drag, so you were dedicated to anchor watch as you were already scheduled for the late shift.

After the day’s events, you were content to sit on the quiet bridge while everyone else slept. Normally, you would bring a book or your earbuds and listen to some music to keep yourself entertained during the quiet hours, but tonight the silence was soothing. The night sky was clear, the sparkle of a thousand stars shining down around a half-moon making you feel like you could be anywhere in the world.

Only one thought attempted to distract you – Joel’s presence in the captain’s quarters right behind the bridge. He was in there, deep asleep, dreaming God knows what and all you could think about was what it would be like being in there with him.

The way he cared for you earlier, held you after Connor’s rescue, made you forget about your plan to steer clear of him for a while. It was a losing battle when he was right there.

Perhaps you should just resign yourself to pining over the man and leave it at that. No other potential solutions were working anyway.

At four o’clock in the morning, you heard the creak of a door followed by the heavy padding of bare feet on the floor. Turning your head to the side, Joel emerged from around the corner and your heart melted to a puddle at the sight of his bedhead. Despite being forty years old, he looked like a grumpy little boy with the sleepy frown marring his face, hair askew, pouty lips drawn in a wide yawn.

You couldn’t stop yourself beaming at him, now knowing what he looked like when first waking up. It was endearing as all hell.

Squinted eyes met yours in the darkness and the bridge brightened just from the smile in his gaze. Joel was just as happy to see you as you were to see him. This mutual pining thing was no joke.

“G’morning,” he mumbled, sliding in beside you at the small table along the wall behind the captain’s chair. “Everythin’ going good?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, basking in the press of his sleepy warmth against your right side. “Just peachy.”

“Hmm, good.” Joel tilted his head back against the wall, still half asleep and you wondered why he was even up.

“What are you doing up so early?”

His head lolled toward you, dark eyes shining in the low light emanating from the helm. “I could hear you thinking out here and just wanted to be near you… make sure you were ok.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, searching his eyes for confirmation of what you just heard. It was another crest on this never-ending roller coaster with Joel Miller. “I’m ok. Just lots to think about, you know?”

“I do,” his head bobbed. “I figured we could think about it together.”

TBC

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