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swimlyau · 3 months ago
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academyalmightysports · 1 year ago
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Reasons to Take Private Swimming Lessons | Almighty Sports Academy
Have you ever thought about learning to swim but found communal and group learning to be counterproductive to your goals? Private swimming lessons have several advantages over group lessons, which make them a popular choice for students of all ages and skill levels. Here are five reasons why you should consider taking private swimming lessons and how they can help you improve your swimming skills.
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swimupacademy · 1 year ago
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Best Swim School in Malaysia
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sealoveswim · 1 year ago
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pucksandpower · 10 months ago
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Sink or Swim
Charles Leclerc x lifeguard!Reader
Summary: in which Charles learns there are some sports he’s just not cut out for … but at least he got a date with a cute lifeguard out of the whole ordeal
Warnings: near drowning
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The salty sea breeze whips through Charles’ hair as he paddles out into the turquoise waters off St Kilda beach in Melbourne. It’s a few days before the Australian Grand Prix, and he’s determined to catch some waves and soak up the laid-back lifestyle before the high-pressure weekend begins.
“You’ve got this, mate!” His surf instructor Brent calls out with an encouraging grin. The tan, stocky Aussie has been giving Charles private lessons, showing him the proper technique for popping up on the board.
Charles gives Brent a tentative smile back, gripping the sides of the board tightly as he bobs up and down on the rolling swell. He’s a world-class driver, but he’s way out of his element here in the ocean. Still, he loves a new challenge.
A decent wave starts to form up ahead. “Here comes one! Remember to pop up when I say!” Brent yells.
Charles takes a deep breath and begins paddling hard as the wave builds momentum. “Pop up! Pop up!”
With all his strength, Charles pulls himself up into a crouched stance on the board — and immediately loses his balance, tumbling head-over-heels into the cool saltwater.
He breaks through the surface, sputtering and laughing at his graceless wipeout. “I’m afraid surfing may not be for me!”
“Don’t give up yet, we’re just getting started!” Brent hollers back with a grin.
For the next couple hours, Charles repeatedly attempts to ride the waves, only to lose his footing or get pitched off every time. He’s soaked and exhausted, but utterly thrilled to be out on the ocean instead of cooped up preparing for the race.
You’re stationed on the beach in your red and yellow lifeguard uniform, watching Charles’ futile surfing attempts through your binoculars. He certainly gets an ’A’ for effort if nothing else.
A solid set of waves starts rolling in, larger than the previous ones. You can see the raw power behind them.
“Big ones coming through!” Brent shouts over the crashing surf.
Charles nods and makes his way into position, paddling furiously as a massive wave rears up ahead of him. He pops up on the board at the optimal moment — and immediately gets launched into the air, flipping upside down violently as the full force of the wave pummels him underwater.
You gasp, realizing Charles hasn’t resurfaced after the extended pounding. In a flash you’re sprinting across the sand and diving into the choppy water, your steely eyes scanning for any sign of him.
There — a limp figure drifting beneath the surface, sinking slowly.
You kick hard, swimming as fast as you can while the current batters against you. Finally you reach him, wrapping your arms tightly around Charles’ motionless body and kicking back up towards the air. You break through, desperately gasping for air.
“Help! Surfer down!” You rasp, hauling Charles’ dead weight towards the shore as Brent and another lifeguard race out to assist.
You lay Charles on his back in the sand, quickly checking for a pulse. Faint and thready … but there. You tilt his head back and seal your lips over his, exhaling two rescue breaths into his lungs to fill them with air.
Nothing.
You interlock your fingers and start performing hard, rapid chest compressions. “Come on, breathe!” You growl through gritted teeth, your powerful arms pounding against Charles’ chest.
Finally — he coughs and sputters, vomiting up saltwater as his eyes flutter open in a daze. You roll him on his side, patting his back firmly as he continues coughing and wheezing.
“Wh-where … am I?” Charles murmurs hoarsely, blinking slowly as he takes in your face hovering over him.
You give him a relieved smile. “Don’t worry, you’re safe on the beach now. I’m the lifeguard who pulled you out, you nearly drowned out there.”
He squints at you, still looking dazed and confused. “Am … am I in heaven? You must be an angel ...”
You can’t help but let out a little laugh at his muddled words, your cheeks flushing slightly. “No, definitely not heaven. Just good old St Kilda beach. How are you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a truck,” Charles groans, gingerly touching his heaving chest. “Everything hurts.”
“That’s what happens when you take on a 12 foot wave,” Brent chuckles, toweling off Charles’ soaked hair with a caring hand. “Let’s get you warmed up and looked over, eh?”
With your help, Charles is able to stand unsteadily. You wrap a thick towel around his shoulders, rubbing his arms briskly to get the blood flowing.
“I don’t think surfing is my calling,” he chuckles weakly, leaning into you a little.
“Probably not,” you agree with a smirk. “Best to leave it to the pros from now on. You saved yourself from becoming the first ever Formula 1 driver shark snack.”
Charles laughs, grimacing and holding his ribs. “Ouch … don’t make me laugh, everything hurts when I laugh.”
“Well then let’s get you looked over and make sure nothing’s broken or bruised too badly,” you reply gently. Keeping an arm around Charles, you begin walking him slowly back across the beach towards the lifeguard hut.
As you’re tending to Charles, cleaning the sand off his cuts and wrapping his chest snugly, he gazes at you with wonder. “I don’t even know your name, angel.”
You shake your head with an amused smirk. “It’s Y/N. And I’ll accept being called an angel just this once after saving your life out there.”
“Y/N,” Charles repeats, committing it to memory with a warm smile. “I’ll never forget it. You’re my guardian angel today.”
You can’t help but blush a little at his sincerity and charisma, even soaking wet and battered on the bench. There’s just something magnetic about Charles.
Once he’s patched up, Charles stretches out his legs with a wince. “Thank you for rescuing me. I very clearly should not have tried to take on that monster wave.” His eyes twinkle roguishly. “Though I have to admit, the thought of you giving me mouth-to-mouth was quite nice.”
“Oh stop it,” you laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder. “I was just doing my job. But you’re welcome, even if it means no more surfing lessons for you.”
“Ah yes, my pro surfing career is tragically cut short,” Charles jokes wistfully. His expression turns more serious. “But in all honesty … you saved my life today, Y/N. I can’t thank you enough for that. I would be lying at the bottom of the ocean if not for you.”
You meet his warm green eyes, his face still holding the fading marks of his near drowning. “I’m just glad I was in the right place at the right time to help.”
A charged moment passes between you before Charles clears his throat, looking almost sheepish. “So, uh … I know this might seem a little forward of me. But would you want to maybe come watch me race this weekend? As my personal guest?”
You blink in surprise at the unexpected invitation. “Oh, I-I don’t know, that seems like a lot of-”
“Please, I insist!” Charles cuts you off eagerly. “It’s the absolute least I can do to try and repay my own personal angel for saving me.” He gives you a playful grin. “Unless you make a habit of turning down devilishly handsome race car drivers?”
You roll your eyes at his playful cockiness, but you’re already smiling and shaking your head. “You know what, why not? It could be fun to see you in your natural habitat.”
“Fantastic!” Charles beams happily. “Then it’s a date — well, not a date exactly, more like ...” He stumbles over his words sheepishly.
“It’s a date,” you confirm with an amused smirk, putting him out of his flustered misery.
Charles lights up, reaching out to take your hand warmly in his. “A date it is then. Thank you again, Y/N. I’ll show you a much better time at the race than I did trying to surf today.”
You give his hand a squeeze with a fond smile. “I’ll hold you to that, Charles Leclerc.”
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theamberfist · 8 months ago
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Sink or Swim | Stolas x Reader
Romantic! Stolas x Swim Instructor! Reader
Description: When Stolas signed his baby daughter, Octavia up for swim lessons, he never expected to like her new instructor so much
(Notes:) (gender neutral reader) (reader is a sinner) (reader is baby Octavia's swim teacher)
Words: 1,640
❀ Fun fact: I've taught parent-infant swim lessons IRL so all the exercises shown in this are real ones we use with infants ❀
Stolas frowned as he pushed open the door to the building in front of him; unable to help the slight nervous feeling that bloomed in his chest. He supposed there should have been no cause for concern, considering he was a prince of hell and easily one of the strongest beings in this ring, but it wasn't as if he'd ever done something like this before. 
He readjusted his arms, where Octavia rested on his hip sleepily. On a normal day, she would have been napping at home now, but not for much longer. He'd specifically chosen this time because he knew that, once she woke up, she would be as active as ever. Stolas reminded himself that this was for her sake, not his; he could hold his head up high for her, just as he always did.
When he entered, the imp at the front desk looked up from his work and his eyes widened slightly. "Prince Stolas..." He managed before finally clearing his throat and regaining his composure, "Right, we were expecting you." Though, something told the owl prince they hadn't actually thought he'd make good on his plans and come in. 
"The toddler pool has already been reserved, and your instructor is waiting for you there," the imp went on to explain as he checked their names off on a clipboard, "I'll let them know you've arrived." 
"Thank you." Stolas nodded awkwardly before turning and heading through the locker rooms to the pools. Though he could have simply signed Via up for regular lessons, he'd decided a private one would be better for the sake of them both. He wasn't aware that meant they'd reserve an entire pool for them, however small, but at least this way, he would have fewer paparazzi to deal with. 
Finally, he reached the pool deck, seeing that the whole facility only had a few people in it right now. There was a large lap swimming pool in front of him, as well as a splash pad to his right and the toddler pool to his left. When he looked over, there was already someone sitting on the side with their feet in the water as they waited. They wore a red swimsuit with the word 'lifeguard' printed in white, leading him to believe this was the instructor the imp at the front desk had mentioned. 
He made his way over to the toddler pool as Octavia began stirring in his arms now. It was a good thing he'd already gotten her into her swimsuit, or he would have had a hard time getting her to sit still long enough for it now. 
Upon hearing them come over, you looked up and smiled, setting the clipboard you'd been holding on the side of the pool. 
"Hello!" You called, "Here for the parent-child swim lesson?" Stolas nodded and you stepped out of the barely knee-deep pool to come over to him. To his surprise, you seemed to be a sinner, rather than an imp or hellhound like he'd expected. Your appearance differed from them greatly, and there was an energy about you that told him you had to be a human soul. 
You smiled and introduced yourself. "I'll be teaching our class every week," you explained, "If anything is too difficult or uncomfortable for you two as we get started, please let me know. Private lessons means I have a little more flexibility in what we do." You winked at the last part, and though it made the prince's heart beat quicker, he was fairly certain you just meant it playfully. 
"Anyway, who is this little one?" You asked, turning to the little owlet in his arms, whose big round eyes were staring up at you. 
"This is my daughter, Octavia," Stolas replied, immediately relaxing now that the topic of conversation had changed, "She's about a year old; I hope that's alright!" You waved him off.
"That's perfect," you said, gently reaching out towards the baby, "I've worked with kids much older and much younger than this." Octavia's tiny hand grabbed one of your fingers and you smiled kindly before looking up at her father. "And you're Prince Stolas, right?" He blinked.
"Just Stolas is fine!"
You nodded before removing your hand from the owlet's grip and standing up straighter. "Well, if you're ready, then we can get started." You said, that professional air returning to you, "I was thinking we'd have her in the shallow area to start with and ease her into slightly deeper waters." Stolas nodded, setting his bag down on a pool chair and then following you to the water. 
Now that you'd been properly introduced, Octavia was eager to follow after you, and he held her little hands as she stepped into the shallowest area of the pool. You giggled, encouraging her along the way. 
Once she stood so that the water was up to her knees, you brought out a dive toy and placed it on the pool floor, asking her to reach down and grab it to get her a little closer to the water. Stolas sat by her as she did so with ease, and then you moved the toy slightly deeper. 
He admired how much energy you seemed to have with his owlet, as well as how kind you were to her. Your soft voice and easy patience was a stark contrast to Octavia's mother; that was for sure. The two of you watched her repeatedly pick the dive toy up from increasingly deeper as if she had no care in the world. 
Finally, he broke the quietness between you two as you congratulated Octavia at another job well done. "Do you often teach lessons here?" He asked a little awkwardly, "I haven't seen many human souls in this ring of hell before." You smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I teach almost all the lessons we offer here," you replied, moving Via's dive toy again, "It's the same job I had while I was alive, and I guess it's the only thing I've really found that I'm good at."
Stolas couldn't argue with that. Usually, Octavia was much more timid around water than this. She wouldn't even go in it at all if he wasn't holding her hand the whole time. With you, though, she was so enthusiastic that she hadn't even noticed the lack of touch. It was like he'd brought a different baby to the pool altogether today. 
"I see," he replied with a nod, smiling down at his daughter, who was happily splashing some of the water. "Do you have any children of your own?" You shook your head.
"Nope, I mostly kept to myself while I was alive- and, I guess, while I've been dead, too." You shrugged, "But when I found out how few kids in my neighborhood knew how to swim, I started doing lessons to keep them a little safer." 
Stolas nodded, wondering if it would have been too much to hope that 'keeping to yourself' meant you didn't have a spouse or partner, either. 
"If you're ready, we can move to the deeper water exercises." You changed the subject now and the prince nodded, placing a reluctant Octavia back on his hip and bringing her towards the deeper pool nearby. There, you helped him perform the next exercise, which consisted of him resting the owlet's head on his shoulder and trying to get her to kick her legs as he moved her through the water on her back. She was less enthusiastic about that, but you were quick to think; holding a toy up so her focus would shift. 
That calmed her down a lot, and soon enough she was kicking her legs happily as she giggled at you. "Do you get many attendees to your lessons?" Stolas asked in an attempt to strike up a conversation with you again, "I know those who died and ended up here aren't at as much risk of drowning." You nodded.
"That's why I work here," you smiled, "People in the pride ring aren't really concerned about dying unless it's at the hands of angels. I still think water safety is important, though."
The prince couldn't argue there. After all, that was why he'd signed Octavia up for these lessons. That, and he'd thought it would be nice for the two of them to get out of the house together for an activity. 
"Then I applaud you for your work!" He replied, "I'm sure many hellborn children can be quite difficult to teach." You laughed.
"You have no idea how much hellhounds hate swimming." 
The rest of the lesson went on just like that. With each new exercise, you found yourself getting that much more comfortable talking with Stolas, and vice versa. Octavia was also doing extremely well with everything you threw at her, and at this rate, you knew she'd be confidently swimming around on her own soon enough. 
Finally, the lesson ended and you praised the little owl before dismissing the class and hopping out of the water. Feeling warmer than you had when you began, you grabbed your clipboard to prepare for your next class.
Stolas glanced your way as he carefully dried Octavia off. "Same time next week, then?" He asked with a grin and you nodded.
"I'll be looking forward to it!" He didn't say anything, but inside, he knew he would be too. Just as he was grabbing his bag to leave, you came over and handed him a small piece of paper. The owl prince raised an eyebrow. 
"My number," you explained with a smile, "just in case." He nodded at that, feeling his heart flutter as he placed the paper in his pocket, and then you waved them both off as they left.
It seemed he'd gotten more enjoyment out of these little swim lessons than expected, and he couldn't wait to come back. 
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kybercrystals94 · 6 months ago
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Racket
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Summer of Bad Batch | Week 8 | Swimming Lessons
Rated: G | Words: 1000 | Summary: Omega faces a bully on Kamino.
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Omega tugs at the collar of her wetsuit. It is a little tight and small, her wrists and ankles exposed. Biologically, she is the same age as the cadets standing next to her against the wall facing the training pool; however, she is slightly taller physically. Nala Se didn’t think it was necessary to have a custom wetsuit made to fit since Omega will only be taking swimming basics, the lessons extensive and lasting less than a week.
“Where’d you come from?” the cadet on her left asks, eyeing Omega suspiciously.
Omega smiles and avoids the question. “I’m Omega,” she says instead.
The cadet frowns at her. “Why are you here?”
“Same reason you are,” Omega says, shrugging.
“You don’t belong here,” the cadet sneers, “You’re not a soldier.”
Now Omega feels annoyed. She’s being friendly, so why is he being so rude? “Well, you’re not one either,” she tells him. “You’re only three cycles. You can’t be a trooper until you’re nine.”
The cadet sticks his tongue out at her, crosses his arms, and turns to face the water again.
Omega learns that the cadet’s name is Racket, which suits him. He is loud and annoying. And bossy. And a bully.
Omega loses count of the number of times he shoves her underwater. While he never holds her there, it is always unexpected, causing Omega to sputter and gasp when she comes back up.
He takes her floatation device and throws it out into the middle of the training pool. The instructor gets it, scolding Omega for letting it get away from her. She tries to explain what happened, but the instructor interrupts, “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
When they’re swimming laps, Racket grabs at Omega’s legs or arms as he passes her to throw off her strokes, leaving her floundering to recover.
When the lesson is finally over, Omega finds Nala Se waiting for her with a towel and change of clothes. “How was your lesson, Omega?” she asks.
It is all Omega can do not to cry when she asks, “Do I have to come back?”
“That is the intention,” Nala Se replies, guiding Omega to the private changing room usually reserved for the instructors. “Why? Did something happen?”
Omega glances across the room and sees Racket watching her, a cruel smirk on his round, young face. He might be a bully, but Omega is not a tattletale. “No. I just didn’t like it.”
“Hmm,” Nala Se hums. “I thought you would benefit from interacting with individuals your age; however, if you feel it is not a positive experience, perhaps private lessons would be more beneficial.”
***
“Oh, look, a little lab scrabber,” Racket sneers when Omega walks into the infirmary with AZI.
Omega ignores him, keeping her pace to show she doesn’t care. However, AZI stops to look at the clone sitting on the edge of a medical cot holding an ice pack to a developing black eye. “I must correct you, CT-1051811. Omega is not a lab scrabber. She is a medical assistant.”
“Ignore him, AZI,” Omega calls over her shoulder, putting the tray of sanitized medical tools on the counter and beginning to sort them into their proper drawers.
“It’s so sad that your only friend in the galaxy is a medical droid,” Racket croons and then laughs.
Omega rolls her eyes. “Yep. Almost as sad as ending up in medical because you lost a fight against a seven year cadet in a training module.”
“My medical records are classified, you little brat,” Racket growls.
Omega finishes sorting the tools and turns. “I’m a medical assistant,” she tells him sweetly. “So I have access to all your embarrassing records. I hope your cracked rib is healing up okay after that tumble from the Star Destroyer ramp. You really should be more careful.”
“Why you–” Racket begins, but Omega flees the room, AZI whirring behind her.
***
She’s done it. She’s finally found her brothers. And she’s sitting with them for a meal. They don’t seem to know what to make of her yet; however, Omega knows they’ll warm up to her. She’s their sister after all. They just don’t remember.
“Check it out,” a voice says behind her. Omega would know that awful voice anywhere. “The defect squad’s got themselves a new recruit. Another member added to the Sad Batch.”
Omega feels her blood begin to boil under her skin, anger bubbling up so fast she doesn’t really think about it when she climbs up on the table and picks up her bowl of soup. No one talks about her little brothers that way. Not on her watch. The bowl of soup hits its mark stunningly: the back of Racket’s stupid head.
“What the…” Racket whirls around, expression twisted with rage muted by the sludge of soup dribbling down his face and armor. “Who threw that?”
Omega already has her next projectile in hand. “I did. Now apologize to my friends.”
“I like this kid!” Wrecker’s voice sounds delighted, but Omega doesn’t let the warmth that fills her distract from the task at hand as Racket makes his way back to the table.
“What did you say to me?” he demands.
Hunter steps in, moving between Omega and her target. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off,” he tells Racket, “I suggest you keep moving.”
Racket glares down Hunter, shifts his gaze to Omega, and then to something behind her. Omega knows it must be Wrecker looming at her back. She keeps her expression firm.
Wisely, he deflates, scoffing. He starts to turn around, but not without having the final word. “Know your place, lab scrabber,” he tells Omega, smirking.
Omega glares after him. She can take him calling her names.
But apparently, Wrecker can’t. A tray of food flies past Omega’s head, hitting Racket hard, nearly toppling him. Omega grins as the cafeteria begins to erupt into chaos. This will be a good bonding experience with her brothers.
And they already have her back.
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biapascal · 14 days ago
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Hey guys, this is another single dad Pedro one shot! 🫧 hope u like it 🤎
This is fictionalllll!!!! The Pedro I write about is fictionalised!!!
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2013
On the set of Game of Thrones, Bianca had always been treated well. Pedro had trained her so that when he was able to participate in scenes, she would not make the slightest noise or cause any trouble. Fortunately, some of Pedro's friends had helped him find a swimming class not too far from the set that Bianca could attend while he was filming. The only problem was the weekend when the class was not in session. Pedro had begged the swim instructor to give Bianca private lessons for a few hours. "It's really necessary," he had told him, "just for this Saturday, it's very important that Bianca stays away from the set today. It took some convincing, and certainly the extra money he had offered him had helped, but the instructor finally agreed. Bianca, however, had other plans. This morning she had woken up alone in the hotel room; it was not the first time, usually Pedro would leave her money to go to the bar downstairs for breakfast and then she would go straight to the pools, which were always located inside the hotel structure. She knew the routine by now. Bianca knew she would not have swimming lessons on Saturday, so while she ate breakfast she looked forward to spending the morning watching cartoons.
Unfortunately, her swimming teacher came over and sat down at her table. "So Bianca," he began, "are you ready for today?" he asked, Bianca looked at him confused. "But today is Saturday, there's no swimming," the man looked annoyed, "Didn't daddy tell you he booked a lesson this morning just for you and me?" Bianca shook her head, "Well, it was scheduled and I have to do it now, I'll wait for you at the pool as usual." The little girl was not too enthusiastic, but she liked to swim and it was so hot that day that a dip in the pool could be a nice idea. Meanwhile, Pedro was getting ready to shoot a certain scene. When he had read the script, he had immediately thought of a way to keep Bianca as far away as possible. It would be fun for him, but he had not felt relaxed until he could confirm Bianca's lesson. The morning brought no particular surprises. Bianca's lesson passed quickly, and in the end it was better than she had expected. Pedro, on the other hand, had taken a while, but finally managed to feel completely comfortable shooting Oberyn’s orgy scene on the set.
After Bianca showered, she waited patiently on a bench outside the pool for her father. Usually Pedro would pick up Bianca during his lunch break and take her to the set. But almost an hour passed without a glimpse of him. The little girl did not pay much attention, as she was engrossed in reading a comic book, until her stomach began to rumble. The child decided to go back inside and ask the young lady at the front desk for help. "Excuse me," said Bianca, "I'm looking for Pedro Pascal, my daddy. I am Bianca," the lady looked at her gently, "Wait here for a moment honey, I will call him now," the woman looked up Pedro's information on the hotel computer and picked up the phone to call him. No one answered. She then tried his manager's number, but still no answer. The receptionist thought they probably had dead phones or no coverage. "I'll tell you what, I'll ask one of my colleagues to take over for five minutes and I'll give you a ride. It's not too far away anyway, they're probably just really busy." Meanwhile, Pedro was stuck on a particular scene. The director never seemed to be happy with the way it was coming out and had him redoing it a million times. When someone pointed out that it was past lunchtime, the director simply replied, "If you are happy with it, you are free to go, but know that if we keep this scene, it will be mediocre.”
And that had annoyed Pedro. He convinced everyone to do it again and postpone lunch until later. When he saw the director's satisfied smile at his words, Pedro knew he had done the right thing and they immediately went back to work. The young lady who accompanied Bianca to the set talked a lot. The little girl could take no more, so much so that halfway there she began to travel with her mind, thinking of something else, not even realizing that she had arrived. There were fewer people than usual. "Do you know where to go, Bianca? You've been there before, haven't you?" the child nodded and after stroking her hair, the receptionist left her alone. Bianca took the same route she remembered from other times, but found no one. She began to walk around to different rooms, but none seemed to be the right one. Finally, she entered a room that seemed more populated than the others.
She looked around but did not see her father. She was about to leave when she heard Pedro's voice; he seemed to be complaining about something. The room was dark, but Bianca plucked up courage and went in. After a few meters she saw the cameras and microphones and the whole crew around. But unlike the other times, the scene was covered by some kind of large tarp. The little girl made her way over until I could find an opening from which to spy on the scene. What she saw was completely new to her. She knew Pedro's stage clothes, but in this case he did not have them. In fact, he had nothing on at all. His back was turned and he was completely naked. Bianca recognized him by his voice and appearance and was about to call him over and ask him why he was undressed when she remembered that they were filming. She stayed looking for a while and just as Pedro was about to turn around, a woman grabbed her by the shoulders. "What are you doing here?!” she knew her, she was one of the makeup artists "I was looking for my father," Bianca replied in a low voice, the woman turned white and looked around nervously. "All right, dear, come with me," she led her as far as she could, into another room. Pedro finished filming a short time later. After all, the director had complimented him and told him that he was a natural.
The man went to get dressed with a big smile on his face, and when he was done, he picked up the phone. He saw a missed call from the hotel and immediately remembered Bianca. How could he forget her? How long had she waited for him in the sun? What if she had felt sick? He felt faint for a few seconds. He quickly gathered his things and ran out of the dressing room, but before he could leave the set he was stopped. "Pedro, Bianca is here." He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little girl. "Grace, thank you so much."
"You're welcome..." Something in the make-up artist's expression did not convince him, but he decided not to ask any questions. "Did you have fun today?" asked Pedro again in a good mood. Bianca nodded. "You're quiet, did something happen?"
"Why didn't you come to lunch with me?" the child asked.
Pedro stopped and lowered himself to her level.
"Mija, forgive me. Daddy was very busy with the show," he said. Bianca nodded. They continued walking when suddenly the little girl asked, "What is an orgy?" Pedro's heart stopped for a moment. "Why do you ask?"
"Grace had a script with-“
"Oh."
Bianca continued to look at her father, waiting for an answer. "That's the name of the scene we shot today," the actor finally replied. "And that's the name of a place?
"Mh-mh
"It must be so hot in this place," Bianca affirmed "What makes you think that?" asked Pedro laughing, thinking his daughter had made up a story of her own "Why were you all without clothes?" the man froze, not having the slightest idea how to answer. "And how do you know this Bianca?
"I saw the scene," she replied, Pedro went completely pale. "And what did you see in that scene?
" "They were all naked and talking, maybe someone was crying." The man had no idea what to make up. "Um, yes, it was very hot today."
They were at dinner when Pedro realised he needed to tell his daughter the truth, "Bianca, listen, I didn't tell you the truth. An orgy is not a place where it's hot and you can take your clothes off.”
"What is it then?
"It's something adults do, children are not allowed.
"Why not?
"Because it is very boring and noisy"
“Why did you guys had no clothes on?”
" "Because the scene required it" "And why did the scene require it?" Pedro was on the edge. "It was the director's choice.
" "Will you do another orgy?
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"Let's hope not
" "Can I watch it if you do it again?" By now all the tables around them were giving Pedro dirty looks. At that moment, an acquaintance of Pedro's came over to greet him, then greeted Bianca, who greeted her back by asking, "Have you ever been to an orgy? Daddy did, he said it was for adults." The woman looked at Pedro in confusion as he turned redder than a tomato.
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jestersarts · 23 days ago
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Mentioned I had another Beastars oc, so here's Fuji! She's a hybrid between a giant pacific octopus and a turkish van cat.
( Lore dump under the cut! 🐙)
Much like her cephalopod father she has the ability to change the color and texture of her body, which she uses to disguise herself as a regular turkish van most of the time. Also inherited from her father is her surprising strength (mostly in her four tentacles) and ability to breath underwater in addition to land.
She works as a private swim instructor for her job, but has a nasty secret regarding her dietary habits. I mean, cat's do tend to play with their food, right?
She grew up in her mothers (a marine biologist) care on land mostly, though frequently visited her father in the ocean, which...may have been a bit ill advised for such a young (mostly) land dwelling carnivore. Already a bit confused based on the sea and the lands opposite opinions on consuming your fellow beast, it became especially bad when, during a visit with him, her father was eaten right in front of her.
Young and suddenly out alone in an ocean filled with animals that wanted to eat her, it took her a while to find her way back to land and to her land dwelling mother. Once back on land, her mother kept her there for fear of losing her this time. The damage was already done, however, and the young, traumatized hybrid of two carnivores had developed quite a taste for hunting and meat
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swimlyau · 5 months ago
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moayase · 3 months ago
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001. for the sake of my sanity, i’m remaining mutuals only! i’m very open to interacting with all kindsa muses, but i can't follow everyone back. i just wanna avoid forgetting & getting overwhelmed.
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007. first off, i wanna say thanks for reading through everything! my name's fio/frito/frio, i'm 31, still flirty and thriving and i work as a swim instructor as well as do teaching artistry where and when i can. i have autism, adhd & tons ( and i mean tons ) of anxiety, so i do have a tendency to dip in terms of communication, but that in no way means i don't want to write with you or i'm no longer interested in our plots! i'm a just a bit of a mess sometimes ♡ 
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sl-walker · 9 months ago
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...from the next chapter of Stardust, which will go out at some point after I finish it. Until then, please enjoy this opener to an already wildly self-indulgent chapter.
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“I maintain that this would be easier in a pool,” Ted said, though given his tone, he was kvetching to kvetch -- his term -- and was perfectly content with where they were.
Booster had never been in any body of water larger than a hot tub or a cold water post-game bath before, so obviously he’d wanted to jump into Lake Michigan.  It was upwards of 90 out and it wasn’t the dry heat of El Paso; this heat clung to the body, making clothes stick in wildly uncomfortable ways and in insanely uncomfortable places, and so naturally he wanted to wear as little as possible and the best place to get away with wearing very little was the beach.  The incredible amount of blue and water was just a bonus.
And that wasn’t even taking into account a Ted wearing nothing but swim goggles and trunks.  Which meant this could well be either Booster’s very personal heaven or his very personal hell.  Unless there was a weird personal purgatory where you were being tortured with the appealing sight of the unaware object of your affections?
Hell if he knew.  There was a reason he body-swerved religion like it was a wharf rat hissing from the storm drain.
He'd thought about going out to some of the Long Island beaches before, maybe as an afternoon trip, but the ocean intimidated him every bit as much as he was fascinated by it.  By his time, the oceans were very barren; mostly, they existed as giant vats to grow specialized algae, which in turn became the building blocks of most food sources.  Storms could rage, but the vast bumpers and floats and dividers kept the surface anywhere near shore fairly smooth; to let it get wild would be to risk starving some large portion of the roughly two billion people inhabiting Earth at any given time.
In this time, waves roared ashore and smashed against rocks and the first time he’d stood on an unsheltered walk next to an unfettered ocean had left him so awed that he didn’t even remember the walk back to the motel.  His face was windburned and he was cold enough that he took the warmest shower he could coax out of the motel’s hot-water heaters, and then sat shivering wrapped in the cheap blankets after.
But even as he did, he was still reliving the reverberation of water pounding the shore, a low and bone-shaking boom that felt like it changed the very rhythm of his heart right through the soles of his shoes.  He was still tasting salt, flecks of seawater spray flung by the wind, long after it had to have been impossible to.
Lake Michigan was cheerful by comparison to that; the waves were nonexistent today, and given the rental Ted had chosen, the largely private beach was likewise quiet.  Down the way, one of the various public beaches that lined the North Shore was busier -- Jaime, Brenda and Paco had abandoned them to go investigate the more social scene, in fact -- but there had been no talk of Booster and Ted going with.
If one was going to half-ass some swimming lessons, then it couldn’t be a better day for it, or a better location.  And, ulterior motives about getting to see the man in trunks aside, Booster wouldn’t have wanted them from anyone but Ted anyway.
Booster shrugged, drawing his hands through the water in a wide arc around himself, feeling the resistance against his palms. “Easier, sure, but way less pretty,” he said, as he pretended with award-winning composure that he was referring to the lake and not his oblivious instructor.  Though the lake was also pretty.
“Yeah, but with a pool you can practice kicking by holding onto the side.  For an example.”  Ted looked around; he had so much sunscreen on his face and shoulders that there was a glaze of it left on his skin.  Not enough to hide the birthmark on the back of one shoulder.  He smelled like artificial coconut, which was definitely not Booster’s favorite scent, and Booster still would have happily buried his face in Ted’s neck for a snootful.  “I mean, out here all you have to hold onto is me,” Ted added.
Booster stared at him for a second or two, then swallowed down a groan and just let himself slide below the surface because it was that or die right there.
He was laying sort-of on the floor of Lake Michigan in a speedo and goggles and the guy he was absolutely head over heels for was mostly naked and this was the single worst idea he’d ever had in his life.
But, he had to allow as he stared up through the water at the distorted image of his best friend looking down at him in what was undoubtedly a bemused fashion, there were definitely worse ways to go.
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lexa-griffins · 1 year ago
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Dilf Clarke takes her son to the pool for swimming lessons. She didn't expect his new instructor, Lexa, to be so beautiful. It doesn't help that Lexa wears a swimsuit that accentuates her curves especially her ass. Clarke tries to keep a respectful gaze as Lexa teaches her son but her glance always strays to Lexa's cleavage, hips, or ass in her tight swimsuit. Once practice is over, Clarke thanks Lexa. Lexa flirts with Clarke openly since she saw her checking her body out multiple times during the lesson. Gaining courage, Clarke asks Lexa if she also does adult swimming lessons. She could always improve her form and technique. Lexa says yes and she wouldn't mind helping Clarke with her "strokes" during a one-on-one private lesson
!!!!!! Oh oh oh 👀👀👀👀
Jack has been BEGGING to take swimming lessons. He still can't swim like his cousins can and Clarke can honestly barely swim too so she is definitely not the prime teacher for thia. So, swimming lessons it is, even if they cost so fucking much.
She's not expecting to have a good time. She's expecting to be bored and scared out of her mind for her little boy on the water.
Any of those seemingly awful feelings are absolutely gone the moment she hears the cheerful "Good morning class." She read the panflect, she knows the teacher is a competitive swimmer and someone who has life guard training. She knows she's youngerish, mid 20s she believes, but somehow she did not expect /her/. She introduces herself to the parents and the class as Lexa and unfortunately Clarke doesn't catch much other than that. The swimsuit is as basic as they come and yet this woman seems to make it look like high fashion lingerie, with the way it clings to her hips and lifts her chest and if Clarke so much as thinks about how it all but disappears beyween her cheeks she's gonna get in trouble.
It is only luck that her kid seems to find himself so famn attatched to Lexa during the whole class, giving Clarke an excuse to look at all while making sure her little boy is alright.
The lesson is short, as most of the kids can barely get in the water at this stage without needing Lexa's full attention. Jack seems to not want to let go of her at all.
It starts there really. How clearly Jack feels sage around Lexa, always the one to go and hug her first, clingning to her despite being a fast learned. This means Clarke and Lexa talk a lot more. /Flirt/ a lot more.
"He's like a little fish! Look at him go!"
"He seems to have taken quite the liling for the water. He's a very smart boy Clarke, you should be proud."
"Oh believe me, I am. I can't even step in the water without feeling like I'm drowning. Maybe i need some basic lessons too."
That, that right there was the magic word.
Because Lexa suggests giving her some classes. And Clarke accepts it.
It is almost embarrassing for Clarke, splashing around the pool at her big age without knowing how to swim. But it also shows her why the kids love Lexa so much, how patience and helpful she is.
Its in the locker room after their second lesson that it happens. Because Clarke cannot stop staring at the way Lexa's wet bathing suit clings to her, her drying hair curling more and more, the droplets of water dripping for its ends and making their way down her back and the curve of her ass. She knows Lexa stares too. Clarke made a point of choosing a swimsuit that is more than generous with her cleavage and knows the swimming shorts do accentuate her crotch.
They are crashing against the lockers before the other has a chance to say anything. They reek of chlorine, but neither care. Clarke lifts Lexa without struggle, pulling long legs around her shoulders, forcing Lexa against the lockers. Some adjusting is nedded to free her dick from the bathing suit, while Lexa's is easily pushed to the side ao she can enter her.
Its desperate and fast, and still Lexa has the time to bring the top of Clarke swimming suit down, freeing her tits from the small cage they were in. Clarke palms Lexa's ass, finally satisfying the impulsive desire to keep her hands there.
It lasts so little that Clarke almost wants to cry when she feels her balls tighten. Lexa grabs her by the back of her neck and crashes their lips together, seemingly finding no discomfort in her squished position as Clarke cums inside of her.
They stand there for a minute. Clarke's dick softening, her chest out as Lexa breathes heavily, eyes close and head against the locker, a satisfied smile on her face. Clarke is careful to help her down, a "wow" leaving her as Lexa nearly falls once her feet touch the ground, Clarke's arms around her waist to keep her steady.
Lexa looks at her with a genuine smile, happiness clear as day in her arms. Clarke knew Lexa had somewhat of an attraction to her, but it wasn't until just now that she realized just how big of a crush the younger girl truly had on her.
That surely complicates things.
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mha-quotes-and-such · 1 year ago
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Houre Gurl AU, this is incredibly long and I'm sorry for that: Bakugou's horse is a gorgeous white thoroughbred gelding. He talks to him like the horse murdered his mother but he also brushes him every single day, makes sure he's never too cold or hot or lonely anything, feeds him healthy treats, constantly checks for any sign of illness. He doesn't yank him around when he's riding him, in fact he's really good at working with him. He dotes on that thing but would never admit it ever. But the horse is always spotless, even when it just rained and it's really muddy out. No one knows how he does it. Also Bakugou named his horse like an eight-year-old boy bc let's be honest, he named himself like an eight-year-old boy.
I want Midoryeehaw to have a Shetland so bad. Like it doesn't exactly fit with the flashiness of One For All, but he's a small, light kid and I want him to have a Shetland. If not a Shetland, at least the personality of a Shetland. She's a descendant of the pony Y'all Might had as a child. Both of them are mean little shits but Y'all Might's was well-behaved for him only. Midoryeehaw is working on getting his to behave. But both horses also love attention so during competitions they're always showing off and looking like dream horses while in private Midoryeehaw just managed to get her to stop biting him.
Uraraka has an elderly, third-hand school pony whom she absolutely loves. He's not much to look at, but every riding instructor ever would meet him and go, "This pony is amazing. I wish I had him for my students."
Tsuyu's horse loves swimming. They go to the local body of water on the weekends and swim. She invites her friends sometimes. Bakugou always says no because his horse spooks at the sight of water.
Aoyama has one of those Spanish gated horses. I think they're called Pacifinos? His is palomino.
Toga has a delicate little mare named Rose who can and will bite your fingers off. She loves Toga tho.
The phrase "He talks to him like the horse murdered his mother" is so funny I love that visual. Just gently brushing him, speaking to him in the softest voice, "You little piece of shit. Youre the worst creature on this fucking planet". The horse is named something like Super Sonic Exploding Fighter Jet
Uraraka's is so cute! I can just imagine her letting little kids who come to watch her competitions feed and pet him
Maybe Tsu's horse would be a Camargue? Theyre a little smaller, which would probably work better for her, but theyre naturally from more marshy areas and have wide hooves for traversing softer ground
A Paso Fino would definitely fit Aoyama! I think theyd prefer doing showmanship events as opposed to races/jumping/etc since its more about presentation and the horse's appearance
And of course Toga's horse has to be just as much of a menace as she is! Not only would she bite off your fingers, she would kick you too
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neptoons1998 · 2 years ago
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Swimming lessons
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Tag Gang: @xblackreader @somethingcleaverandwhitty @pantherheart @mal-urameshi
A/N: I forgot how noisy kids are lol.
Summary: Riri joins her swimming class and Attuma learns he likes MILF, to be more clearly Okoye.
Even though Attuma was a very large man, he loved being a swimming teacher to the young kids. Not only does he get his dauphine of the day but he makes sure all his kids learn swim safety.
So imagine his shock when his afternoon class all but called out because of flu was going around the nearest preschool. Attuma sighed, "I guess I can close early today."
"I hope we aren't too late," a voice causing Attuma to look over his shoulder. There stood the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She stood tall and confident as she held what seemed to be her daughter on her hip. The small girl wore a purple and blue swimsuit with a tight swim cap protecting her soft curls.
"umm," Attuma's voice weakened, "No no you're not late. Many of the kids got sick this week, so it'll be just us."
The woman smiled showing her white teeth, "Ah, a private lesson, isn't that nice Riri?"
The small girl nodded at her mother's statement. Riri looked at him as if sizing him up, "How tall are you?"
Attuma quirked up his eyebrows, "about 6'3 ft give or take."
Riri still looking at him with wonder, "Why are you teaching swimming lessons, you should teach something else."
"Yeah?" Attuma gave a amuesmuned smile, "Like what?"
"Umm like basketball," Riri said out loud, "Being a horse rider. You have to be tall for that."
Attuma's eyes gave a quick glance at Riri's mom who gave a chuck at her daughter's thoughts on his career plans. Attuma's heart started beating with the excitement of just hearing this woman's laugh. The swimming instructor wanted to hear it again for his whole lifetime.
"I'll have to keep that in mind when I want to change my career path," Attuma said. Riri nodded along thoughtfully like she knew how to improve Attuma's career.
"Yeah," Riri commented, "Ladies don't like deadbeats. That's why all the pretty ladies are Lebanese."
"Riri," Okoye called out to her, "Where did you learn that?"
"Aunite Ayo," Riri said, "That's what she always says when somebody thinks I'm her daughter."
Okoye quickly glanced at Riri's instructor. , "I'll have to talk to her about keeping certain things PG around you. And it's Lesbians, not the country."
"Oh," Riri said as her mother put her down. It's going to be a long swimming session, Okoye groan as she made her way to the bleachers.
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she-wolf09231982 · 2 years ago
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Summary: Howard Stark plucked you from boot camp to conduct his first female test subject using preserved blood samples taken from Captain America in place of the original Super Soldier Serum
Author Note: Character Intro, Steve Rogers x Female!Avenger reader, Captain America x Female!Avenger reader, Y/N, L/N=Wolf, Avengers, Marvel movie references, Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, Story takes place in 1953, Reader Avenger name She-Wolf, Military terminology, Post Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre Avengers
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Howard Stark is known for his brilliant and innovative mind. He was an inventor, engineer, businessman, and most importantly, a scientist. During World War II he helped perfect the Super Soldier serum that led to the beginning of Captain America with the help of a young man with the willingness to serve his country: Steve Rogers.
Since Howard Stark was indeed a scientist, testing theories and experimentation was what the man did best. He was curious to see if the same dosage of this special serum that was injected into Steve Rogers could also be used on a female with the same results. However, because the concentrated components of the serum nearly killed Steve during infusion and transformation, the effects on a female could be equally (if not more) fatal.
1953
Howard had decided to seek out a female subject to test his theory. He had been pitching the idea since legislation formally allowed women to join the military in 1948. As the Korean War ended, he was finally granted permission to proceed with his experiment. Howard headed to Texas to find his next volunteer at Lackland Air Force Base. That’s where he discovered you.
You enlisted in the Air Force and was close to completing your basic training. You had just finished a vigorous physical training course when you were approached by your training instructor (T.I.) to report to the common room in the women’s bay of the squadron. As you walk into the room covered in sweat and dust from head to toe, there stood Howard Stark writing out some sort of equation on the chalkboard. You waited patiently for him to address you but he remained at the board with his back turned to you.
“Sir, Trainee Wolf reports as ordered.” You announce.
��No need for formalities here, Miss Wolf.” Howard responded without turning around.
“Sir?” You asked.
Howard turned around and spoke to you, “Relax, young lady. I’m only here to chat with you.”
You eased your stance, and exhaled since you had been holding your breath.
“Have a seat.” Howard gestured at the chair across from the desk he stood on the opposite side from.
You obliged, but sat rigid in your seat uncertain and suspicious of this interaction. Howard sat in the chair at the desk opposite you like a teacher with a student.
“My name is Howard Stark. Have you heard of me?” He began.
“Yes sir.” You responded.
“That’s good. Then you must know what I’ve accomplished in my career?” He continued.
“I do, sir.” You kept your answers short and sweet.
You don’t know what this meeting is or what this man was up to but you weren’t letting your guard down.
Howard smirked as he studied you.
You remain stiff in your chair, waiting, staring back at him.
“Well, I’ll cut right to the chase.” He finally said standing up.
You watched him carefully as he walked around the desk.
“You’ve heard of Operation: Rebirth?” He asked.
“I have, sir. It was one of our lessons in class.” You explained.
“Then as you know, that’s how Private Steve Rogers became Captain America.” Howard paused…You waited.
“I came to Lackland to find a female subject to test the Super Soldier Serum on to see if the outcome would be the same. I have been observing your flight behind the scenes as you and your fellow pupils have been training. The other day I saw you, without hesitation, jump into a moat to rescue a teammate who slipped in on the obstacle course. Why?” He asked.
You look at him confused.
“Because she didn’t know how to swim, sir.” You said plainly.
“But it effected your final score when you crossed the finish line.” He added.
“Yes, but her safety is a priority. I can always start the race over. A human life doesn’t work the same way.” You justified.
Howard nodded in approval. He was impressed by your principles and sense of integrity. You were a breath of fresh air restoring his faith in humanity. Not to mention you were extremely fit physically and mentally. He saw you keep your cool while single handedly carrying the drowning female out of the water filled trench that day. You were perfect for this test.
“I would like for you to return with me to my lab so we can construct our first female super soldier.” Howard finally declared.
You averted your eyes to the floor, processing what he just said.
“Dr. Abraham Erskine originally generated this formula and speculated that the effects of the serum depended on the persons’ personality. Captain America being the prime example. Unfortunately, Dr. Erskine was murdered by a HYDRA spy and any remaining vials we had left of the initial formula were destroyed. We are only left with blood samples taken from Rogers in an attempt to recreate Erskine’s concoction.” He explained.
“You want to use me, sir?” You queried.
He nodded. You paused, then thought of another troubling question.
“Could this kill me?” You asked with slight strain in your voice.
“Well, the serum alone almost killed Rogers. Obviously, he survived. Not to mention, he was skinny and weakly at the time of infusion. You would be receiving vials of his blood intravenously through our Vita-Ray Chamber which emits wavelengths of radiation designed to accelerate and stabilize the fluid’s effect on the body of the patient inside.” Howard tried to explain simply.
You look at him.
“So, my odds of survival are higher since the serum is basically diluted in Captain America’s blood?” You retranslated.
“That’s one theory.” He replied.
You narrow your eyes at him. He senses your skepticism, then continues.
“This is science. We test hypotheses without knowing the exact outcome. That’s why we have to test them…to see what outcome works.” He clarified.
“And how many theories have you tested?” You asked.
Howard hesitated. “You will be the first female subject.” He admitted.
Your eyes widened. It all seemed so risky, yet also an opportunity of a lifetime. To serve a greater good and make a difference. It was the whole reason you joined the military in the first place.
You take a deep breath then exhale.
“I’ll do it.” You decided out loud.
Howard was ecstatic. And it showed all over his face.
“Excellent! I’ll make arrangements with your commander immediately.” He crossed the room to the door exiting the room.
You remain in the chair, wondering if you made the right choice.
“You can do this.” You thought to yourself.
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Howard Stark brought you to New York where the Vita-Ray Chamber was located. He set you up with sleeping quarters on the compound where the experiment was to take place. This was a busy place.
As Mr. Stark gave you the grand tour, you noticed every person walking around was wearing a white lab coat and carrying clipboards. Multiple rooms with tons of glass beakers and tubes filled with different colored bubbling liquids. You swear you saw a huge glass ball with electricity pulsing through it. Looked like scenes from the Boris Karloff Frankenstein film you watched when you were a kid.
You look around wide eyed and awestruck, barely listening to Howard’s words.
He noticed how preoccupied your mind was and chuckled.
“I know this is quite overwhelming. All this buzzing around happening here. All I need you to worry about is maintaining your mental and physical health while you’re here. We will commence testing in a about a month or so after we’ve achieved and charted your initial physical examination to ensure your body is prepared for the infusion.” He explained.
“Yes sir, Mr. Stark.” You replied while nodding.
You both continue to walk through the building, your mind swirling with questions.
“Mr. Stark, do these people know why I’m here?” You ask.
“Of course.” He looked over at you. “You are the most popular topic circulating through the labs. I’ve been waiting for eight years to proceed with this project. You know, since we’ve lost Rogers in 1945.” He added.
“Right.” You remembered from your classroom lessons in basic what happened to Steve Rogers.
Crash landing an aircraft filled with HYDRA weaponry into the Arctic preventing mass casualties. A lot of your lectures stemmed from Steve Rogers/Captain America history as a matter of fact.
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You spent approximately six weeks preparing for the Vita-Ray Chamber. Your daily schedule consisted of three balanced meals, two-hour physical fitness routines with a personal trainer that increased with difficulty every week, marksmanship practices, and Special Operation lectures to enhance your combat skills. Howard Stark also ensured your schedule included at least eight hours a sleep every night. You never felt so healthy in your life.
The day has arrived for you to receive the serum. You were nervous, sitting on your bed, wearing what can only be described as a white pleated pajama set. Your hair neatly pulled back into a braid. You hear a knock at your door, then see Mr. Stark’s face appear.
“Ready?” He asked.
You nod, push up from the bed and join him in the hall. He sensed something weighed heavy on your mind.
“Having second thoughts?” He began.
“No, sir. But I do have a concern.” You reply.
“Go on?” He urged.
“In one of the lectures, my professor said you added a unique blend of preservatives to Captain America’s blood samples that I’m about to get.” You explained.
“I did.” He confirmed.
“Won’t that extra component effect the experiment somehow?” You question.
“It was necessary to add a stabilizer to the blood since it was unknown when we’d be able to conduct this experiment. The preservation ingredients are macrobiotic and were meticulously studied to ensure it wouldn’t tamper with the serum’s original basis.” Howard reassured.
“I see.” You say quietly.
He sees the concern wash over your face as you enter the elevator. Howard pressed the lower-level button, then folded his hands in front of him.
“I know you’re worried, Y/N. As the infusion is taking place, we will be closely monitoring your heart rate, oxygen levels, pulse, and blood pressure. If any of your vitals are even remotely irregular, we will abort the whole thing.” He clarified.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” You say looking at him with a weak smile.
You finally reach the door to the lab containing the chamber. You let out a long exhale as the door slides open and a team of people in white lab coats all turn to meet your gaze.
Howard gave you a gentle nudge forward to cross the threshold.
A woman appeared from behind a machine meeting you and Mr. Stark in the center of the room. A brunette with a British accent and a confident friendly face.
“Agent Carter, glad you could make it!” Howard greeted her.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Howard.” She replied shaking his hand. She looked at you.
“Agent Margaret Carter,” she extended her hand to you, “but, my friends call me ‘Peggy.’” She said with a smile and a wink as you shook her hand.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” You returned.  
Peggy and Howard laughed.
“I appreciate the customs and courtesies, but please, Agent Carter or Peggy will suffice.” She clarified.
Peggy addressed Howard again.
“The Vita-Ray Chamber is prepped and ready. Whenever you’re ready.” She said placing her hand encouragingly on the side of your shoulder. She turned on her heel and joined one of the team members at one of many machines.
Howard faced you.
“It’s time, Y/N.” He stated.
You look to him, then at the sea of white lab coats in front of you. All of them staring at you, lined up on either side of the infusion machine, waiting for you to proceed onward to what could be a major success story, or a complete utter failure. You square yourself towards the chamber and take a deep breath.
“I’m ready.”
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