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fanficshiddles · 8 months

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Longing, One Shot

Thank you for the prompt toshisurtsdottir submitted:

Loki is a Professor at Hogwarts (let’s say, for fun, he’s the grumpy potions Professor) and has a colleague called Toshi Vernier (also, just a fun name I made up). The two of them have a love-hate relationship. Loki is walking through the halls at night, seeing if any students are out when he bumps into Toshi. Taking advantage of the darkness, the two of them decide to finally give in to their desires and end up in his small potion cabinet ;)

I know how much you love Snape, so I’ve changed/added to this slightly…

Loki was on duty tonight to check the halls, there had been some unruly students the previous few weeks causing trouble at night, so all the Professor’s were taking turns making sure students were behaving.

‘Lumos.’ Loki swished his wand and it lit up the corridor ahead of him as he thought he heard a noise.

He took a few more steps towards the noise when suddenly a tiny mouse came scurrying around the corner with Mrs Norris, Filches cat, hot on its heels.

Loki smirked and shook his head. ‘Evening, Norris.’

The cat gave a small yowl in response as she continued to focus on her prey and ran off in the direction Loki had just come from.

Loki put his wand away, putting him back into darkness. With only the light of the moon shining in through the window to guide his way. But he preferred it that way, it made it easier to catch any students too, if they couldn’t see him coming.

It became eerily quiet as he rounded another corner and came to the large doors of the banquet hall. He opened one door with a creak and narrowed his eyes as he glanced around the large room, there was nothing out of the ordinary that he could see. He backed out and shut the door again, but as he turned around, he was slightly startled as there was a small figure right next to him.

He whipped out his wand and aimed it at the shadow, but he was then aimed at too with a wand, and as his eyes adjusted more with the moonlight, he realised he recognised the silhouette.

‘Not many people can sneak up on me like that.’ He drawled with a smirk as he lowered his wand.

‘I’m not many people.’ Toshi responded as she twirled her wand up in the air and caught it before putting it away in her pocket.

‘Indeed.’ Loki growled low and licked his lips.

Toshi Vernier was one Professor that Loki couldn’t get out of his mind. She was a feisty woman, but he could tell she had a kind heart, even if she tried to hide it for the most time. But she doted on her students, wanting to help them get the best out of themselves.

She always announced her dislike of Loki, but they both knew it was mainly because he had replaced Professor Severus Snape in potions. She and Snape had been very close, but even though they had both really liked one another, neither of them had ever made the first move so their relationship never progressed. Then Hogwarts decided to replace Snape with Loki.

Toshi had been absolutely devasted. Poor Loki had been hurled abuse at by her for the first few months, but then it slowly became more bickering than anything. And Loki was able to give back just as good as he got.

And while in the last five months they often argued and poked fun at eachother, there was no denying that there was tension brewing between them. Toshi would never admit that she had a crush on Loki, that he was so good looking… She knew her heart belonged to Snape… Or at least, she thought it did.

‘What are you doing out of bed?’ Loki asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

‘I’m not a student, I am allowed to go where I want, when I want.’ Toshi said as she turned on her heels and headed down the corridor.

Loki followed after her, easily catching up with his large strides till he was right behind her. ‘I never said you couldn’t. I was simply asking what you were doing out of bed.’

‘I couldn’t sleep. So I thought I’d come and see which poor sucker was on duty tonight. And low and behold, it’s the suckiest sucker of them all.’

‘Watch it, brat.’ Loki growled at her and tugged on her hair sharply, making her yelp. ‘There may not be any students going about tonight to get punished, but there’s a professor that’s walking a very thin line.’

‘Yeah, you wish. You couldn’t handle me even if I allowed it.’ Toshi scoffed as she pulled her hair round over the front of her shoulder so it was out of Loki’s reach.

Loki moved in closer to her so she could feel his breath against her ear, the darkness heightening her senses.

‘Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to try?’ He whispered.

Toshi’s stomach twisted in knots. She wanted him… she really did. But did she want to give in? Could she give in?

Loki grinned widely at her silence, he knew she was conflicted. He slid his hand up her back to rest at the back of her neck, squeezing a little as they walked down the corridor.

‘Let’s make a bet, hmm? I bet I can have you a crumbling mess within the hour.’

Toshi was already keening a little at his hand on her neck, but she tried to remain strong.

‘An hour? Pfft.’

‘Half hour.’ Loki growled.

Toshi looked up at him, though she couldn’t see the expression on his face, she just knew that he was smirking. He always was, the annoying asshole.

They had stopped just outside his potion’s classroom, Loki reached out and opened the door, then waited for her response.

‘I guess I have nothing better to do.’ Toshi said with a shrug as she sauntered into the room.

She’d been in there many times, so knew her way around even in the dark. Most of her time was spent in there with Snape, simply just being in his presence while he worked on potions. Sometimes she had sat in on his classes, hidden at the back. Her heart hurt at the thought, though she didn’t get long to think about him before she felt Loki’s presence on her.

He was surprisingly gentle, at first. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her deeply, his hands didn’t wander too far as his tongue began teasing hers. She slowly melted into him, and moaned into his mouth when he wrapped an arm around her to pull her flush against him.

Loki smirked against her lips, his hand then ventured further down over the swell of her ass. He gripped her hard, making her squeak. She could feel his bulge already pressing against her stomach through their clothes.

When they stopped for air, Toshi was feeling very flustered. She was starting to think he would indeed have her in a desperate mess for him within half an hour. Maybe less.

‘Time to teach you a lesson, darling. I’m going to fuck the brat out of you.’ He lifted her with ease around her middle and tossed her onto his desk at the front of the class, she went to move but he forced her down on her stomach and pinned her in place with his hand on the back of her neck. ‘No, no. You’ll be a good girl and do as you’re told.’

Toshi didn’t want to let him know the way he was speaking was arousing her so much, so she bit her tongue to keep quiet. But to Loki, her silence was louder than any noise she could make. He knew he was getting under her skin. He was going to win this.

Loki muttered a spell to remove her clothes, she cursed under her breath as she felt the cold air of the night hit her body, making her shiver. Loki slid his hand down her spine and chuckled as he felt her goosebumps rise on her skin, a mix of arousal and the cold.

‘Let’s see what I’m dealing with here.’ He gave her ass a sharp smack, making her gasp. She was about to say something witty but Loki put his large hand over her mouth to stop her. ‘Now now, pet. You don’t want to say anything that will get you into further trouble, do you?’

Toshi rolled her eyes, knowing he wouldn’t see since they were still limited with light. When she just huffed against his hand, Loki slowly removed it from her mouth.

‘Just as I thought.’ He chuckled.

He turned his attention back to her ass, gently rubbing over her cheeks, then he moved further down and he pushed her thighs apart so he could feel her. He cooed in delight as he slid his fingers through her wet folds.

‘My my, you are absolutely soaking already.’ He leisurely inserted two digits into her, curling them unhurriedly over her g spot that he was able to reach easily with his long fingers.

She mewled on the table under him, still being pinned down at the back of her neck while he continued rubbing over her g spot in a torturously slow manner. His thumb took possession of her clit, making her mind explode already and he’d barely begun touching her.

Toshi knew that she had lost the bet. But then she realised something…

‘Wai… wait… what happens if… I lose the bet?’ She whined, her body tried pushing down on his fingers to get more.

Loki chuckled wickedly and thrust his fingers into her a few more times before pulling his hand away completely. He moved around the table to the top of it so she could see his face, lit up by the way the moon was shining in. He looked far too beautiful like that…

‘I thought you’d never ask. And it’s clear you’ve lost already…’ He slipped his fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself.

‘Enough games, just tell me.’ Toshi whined over his fingers and squirmed.

But then she realised that she couldn’t move much because there was a weight that came over her back… A new warm breath against the back of her ear made her tremble.

‘It means I get to play too.’

Toshi knew that voice anywhere. She felt a big wave of emotions hit her. More arousal, shock, anger, sadness, happiness…

‘Severus?’ She gasped and tried looking round over her shoulder, but the way he had her pinned down she couldn’t.

Snape chuckled and then gripped her hair, tugging her head right back so she was looking up at him from upside down. Her eyes welled up with tears upon seeing him again after so long, but then her entire body felt like it was on fire as she realised the position she was.

‘Hello, lovely one.’ He grinned at her and kissed her forehead, making her heart explode. ‘I should have done this a long time ago.’ He growled.

Toshi cried out in pleasure as Snape positioned himself between her legs and she felt the blunt head of his cock press into her, slowly, oh so slowly… But she could feel every inch of him and it was better than she could have ever imagined.

She pressed her face down against the table, the coolness of it on her forehead helping to keep her grounded… for a little while. When Snape bottomed out in her he then, without warning, pulled almost all the way out so just the tip remained snuggled inside her and slammed back into her roughly, moving the table too underneath them.

‘As Loki said, you need the brat fucked out of you. And he’s prepared you so well for me.’ Snape hissed into her ear as he started fucking her roughly from behind.

With every thrust she cried out, her knuckles began turning white from the strong grip she had on the edge of the table.

Snape grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head up off the table, her eyes widened as she could see Loki standing over her, his cock pulled out and proudly straining towards her.

‘Go on, suck him off. Put that filthy mouth of yours to good use.’ Snape demanded and let go of her hair so Loki could take hold and control her.

She didn’t need to be told twice as she parted her lips and took Loki’s cock into her mouth. She sucked him off as best she could, but it was difficult to concentrate with the pounding she was getting from Snape. She could feel his hair tickle her skin as he leaned down to kiss and suck on her neck.

‘Ohh that’s it. Good little brat.’ Loki hummed as he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the incredible feeling of her wet, warm mouth.

Toshi’s mind had long gone, she couldn’t even remember her own name. All she could focus on was that she was being spit roasted by two gorgeous men that she had fantasised about for a long time now…

Swirling her tongue around Loki’s cock, he forced her head further down so she relaxed her throat as best she could, but her gag reflex did kick in a bit and made her gag on him. But Loki loved that feeling and it pushed him over the edge. He pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face with a loud moan.

‘Your turn, love. Come on, cum all over my cock.’ Snape said huskily into her ear.

He delivered a few last perfectly aimed thrusts into her, that sent her sky high as she clamped down on his cock. She was so sensitive from her orgasm that she could feel his cock pulsing as he hotly spurted his own release deep into her.

Finally, they both had what they’d been longing for for years.

Snape hid a tear that rolled down his cheek as he pressed his face into her hair. While Toshi had tears freely flowing, she couldn’t hide.

When Snape pulled out of her and got off her, Loki then helped her to sit up. She was shaky, but ok. Snape took his cloak and draped it around her to keep her warm.

‘I… I can’t believe you’re here.’ Toshi said as Loki turned on the lights in the classroom so they could all see clearly.

Snape smiled fondly at her and cupped her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

‘I had to come back for you.’ He said softly.

‘I… have so many questions.’ Toshi said as she shook her head in disbelief.

‘We better go somewhere more private, your chambers.’ Loki said to Toshi as he walked back over to them both.

‘Yes, it’s probably best that my visit is kept quiet.’ Snape nodded.

Snape wrapped his arm around Toshi as she slid off the table, her knees were still weak as the three of them made their way to the door. But they stopped dead when they saw the door was open slightly, with Mrs Norris sitting there watching them all with her judging eyes.

‘Shit.’ All three of them muttered at the same time as Norris then bolted out the door.

#tom hiddleston #loki #severus snape #longing #one shot #prompt

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firstkanaphans · 9 months

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hi!! I just wanted to pop by and say your soulmate fic has been living in my head rent free since you posted it 😆 idk how im gonna survive the weeks between updates considering im already losing my mind at ch 1?? but the premise is fascinating and i also echo the other anon who mentioned that the kan line about how devastated he was about not feeling your soulmate stuck with me sooo much because it was so gut wrenching 😭 (how did you manage this, to pack so much top tier angst into one line and from a side character at that?!?! haha) i was stuck on that bit for so long! It breaks my heart that kan probably took comfort in his soulmate's touches like akk did too, but that brief panic at it being a boy and doing something irrational without thinking it through then suddenly kan realizing that one comforting presence he'd always had was gone with no way to tell his soulmate he was sorry :(( GODDD the Pain!!! (I am curious though, how a couple who are both not virgins might find each other if they don't have that psychosensory cue?)

annother thing about the kan part was that it made me think about aye - ohh i can't wait to see more of him in the next chapter because i'm so curious about where his headspace on soulmates is. because i feel like aye must have been SO yearning for anything at all from his soulmate but if he never felt anything back i wonder if he thought he just didn't have one/they were gone. which also breaks my heart to think about, poor aye 😭 especially added in with the fact that akk was so startled by the sudden absence of his soulmate's presence that he finally even reached out himself but by then it was too late or aye would have reached back.... aaaand now i'm aching all over again for akk because im thinking of him dealing with the idea of thinking his soulmate had died and grappling with the regret of not having reached out when he could have...and i wonder if aye is unabashedly thinking of akk directly, because he thinks he doesn't have a soulmate so he thinks its harmless... omg. this fic is making me feel ALLL the things and its only chapter 1?!? what kind of sorcery is this?????

also wooow so sorry for the unsolicited word vomitting essay spiraling about the fic in your askbox!! 😂 its not very coherent and its all over the place but this is just a horribly long winded way of me wanting you to know that i'm super excited about your fic and can't wait for the next update! thanks for your writing :) ❤️

Kan, my beloved 🥹. He really is a hot mess in every universe. Honestly, I may end up writing a companion piece about Kan and Thua because I have a lot of feels about them and I don't think I'm going to be able to include it all in the main fic.

As for how two people who aren’t virgins might find each other, it would just be the same as you and me. They’d have to go about it the old-fashioned way: through trial and error. Although there are some subtle signs that you might notice as the fic goes along.

Chapter two (which should be posted later today!) will focus very heavily on Aye’s feelings towards his soulmate, but I think you're definitely on the right track. Since he never really felt Akk, he didn't think he was there and made decisions accordingly.

And please never apologize for word vomiting in my inbox about my fics! This was an absolute delight to read. Sorry I didn’t respond earlier! It’s been a busy week 😅. And thank you so, so much!! I’m happy you’re enjoying it 💕

#asks #soulmate au

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growsagain · 2 years

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IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ

Hello everyone,

As you might or might not have noticed i’ve been offline a while. I’ve been very seriously ill and at this point I count myself lucky to be alive. I’ve been struggling with my health since the move but a couple of months ago I developed a problem I’ve never had before and ended up in hospital for some time after weeks of constant chronic diarrhoea (which despite my noisy gut issues isn’t something I have EVER experienced.) I got sicker and sicker and couldn’t eat, got weaker and weaker until I couldn’t even stand up. I was eventually admitted to hospital with severe malnourishment (yes me, big fatty gurgle goddess, I hadn’t been able to eat in almost 2 months) and have been diagnosed with severe inflammatory bowel disease, crohns, ulcerative colitis and - most worryingly - some condition they have never seen before. I have some form of freaky legions that they have no idea what they are.

Despite the fact i’ve probably had mild IBS for a long time i’ve *never* had issues like this. The move was long and stressful and I think that’s ultimately what triggered this since I do struggle with several other autoimmune diseases already which puts me at risk at the onset of others. But this was totally unprecedented. Needless to say I am going to take a long time to recuperate, although I think I’m doing pretty well considering I was almost at the point of organ failure. I had a number of blood transfusions and they threw all kinds of antibiotics at me despite tests constantly coming back as free of infection, until they made their diagnoses and put me on a massive course of steroids instead and that started to finally get me back on track. Until that the hospital was actually making me weaker and I’ve had some absolutely devastating experiences there which I’m going to be making a very severe complaint about as soon as i’m stronger. It’s been hell. I can’t sugar coat it. I hate asking for support but right now I could just do with as many good vibes as possible. I’m definitely doing better since getting home, back with Luce where I belong, and the steroids are definitely doing what they’re supposed to do but i’m still incredibly weak and struggle to walk and move.

At the moment I am only going to be posting content on my Patreon for the most part. It will be a good couple of months before I will be up to filming anything new but I have quite a few videos that I filmed while I was getting sicker, AND in addition a couple of very kind people have given me access to some of my old videos that I was no longer able to access myself which i’m slowly getting downloaded and have been posting some of those to Patreon as well.

So if you’d like to support me while I recuperate and see some of my old vids as well as ones i’ve made since I started making content again this year I’d love to see you over there. As I come to terms with some of what i’ve been through i’ll also naturally be sharing more stories about the stomach things I’ve been through during this whole horrible time, which will be very personal and honest, and as descriptive as I can be.

https://www.patreon.com/gurglegoddess For what it’s worth, having dropped from almost 14 stone to under 11 in the space of 2 months, i’ve managed to regain 11 pounds in the last 10 days thanks to being home and being able to eat proper food instead of the crap they served in hospital that made me sicker. The steroids have had some fun side effects too... let’s just say I am enjoying this epic appetite! I’m so sorry for this grim news, but i’m doing all I can to get back on track. Give me a little time and I’ll be back, bigger and better than ever 💙

#personal #health #gurgle goddess

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justtluffythings · 6 months

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HOME: Book 5 - CHAPTER TWELVE

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“Merry Christmas, Ronnie!”

Veronica giggled as Charlie jumped on her bed and pulled her into a big bear hug. Despite Veronica telling him not to, Charlie had chosen to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays as he refused to go home without her. While she appreciated it more than words could say, she felt awful for being the reason he didn’t get to spend the holidays with his family. And she was sure Molly was devastated not to get to see him.

“Stop it, Ron. I know what you’re thinking about, but don’t. I chose to stay. You didn’t force me to. And besides, there was no way I was leaving you here alone over the holidays. So just open your present and give me mine!”

Veronica chuckled as she grabbed the wrapped gift off the table beside her and handed it to him. Together, they both opened their gifts, and Veronica couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Charlie’s gifts were always very thoughtful, and this year was no different. However, before she could even begin to thank him, he had gasped loudly and jumped off the bed, staring at his gift in awe.

“No way! You know how much I’ve been wanting this book!”

“I know. That’s why I got it for you. Even though it’s probably a big mistake because you’ll never put it down. I’ll never see your face again from how much your nose will be stuck in it.”

Charlie grinned. “You’ve got that right! A book about dragons!?! How could I ever put it down? From now on, I will only ever talk about dragon facts.” Charlie took her hand in his and kissed it. “Ronnie, you’re the absolute best gift giver ever. I don’t know if anyone’s told you this before, but you really are amazing. You always know exactly what to get everyone.”

Veronica blushed and hid her face in her new Ravenclaw-coloured blanket. Veronica had mentioned a few times how cold the Hospital Wing was at night, so this gift couldn’t have been more perfect. “Well, you’re a great gift giver too. This blanket is perfect. And it’s so soft!”

It was Charlie’s turn to blush now. “I’m glad you like it. I spent the last few weeks in the library learning the knitting charm, and I picked out the yarn myself. It was the softest I could find in blue and bronze.”

Veronica’s eyes widened. “What? You made this?”

Charlie nodded shyly. “Just for you.”

***

“Merlin’s beard, Charlie! How many times have you read that thing?”

“Not that many!”

Veronica rolled her eyes playfully. “How many times? Be honest.” Charlie hid his face in his book and mumbled something Veronica couldn’t quite catch. “What?”

“Twelve!”

Veronica’s jaw dropped as she looked at him. “Twelve!?! Charlie… it’s been ten days since Christmas! You’ve already read it twelve times!?!”

“Well, I bet you didn’t know female dragons are more dangerous than males.”

Veronica chuckled. “No, I didn’t. Why’s that?”

“Well, because you didn’t read the book, obviously.”

Veronica scoffed as she swatted his arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant! Why are females more dangerous?”

“Oh,” Charlie chuckled. “Because they’re much larger than their male counterparts. And they’re much more aggressive.”

“Hmm, that’s interesting. I–”

Just then, Madam Pomfrey entered the room and made her way over to the pair. As always, they waited with bated breath for what she was going to say. “Ms. Singer, let’s check your temperature, shall we? It was just a hair too high last night for me to let you leave, but I think it will be okay today. Your temperature has been slowly going back to normal over the last few days, and all your other symptoms have pretty much cleared up as well, so I’m hopeful that you’ll be able to be discharged today.” After removing the thermometer from her mouth and handing it to Madam Pomfrey, Veronica held Charlie’s hand as they waited for the verdict. The neutral look on the matron’s face did nothing to soothe their anxieties, but then, she broke out into a smile, and the pair squealed. “You’re good to go, Ms. Singer! You are finally free to go!”

“Yaaaay!” Veronica jumped out of bed and into Charlie’s waiting arms as he easily caught her around the waist and swung her around.

Madam Pomfrey watched the two in amusement, and for the millionth time, she wondered how they could both be so oblivious. She almost wanted to shout at them for being so blind and force them to admit their feelings for each other, but she decided against it. They needed to do this on their own. She only hoped they wouldn’t wait until it was too late. “Happy Holidays, you two. Now go. Enjoy the last few days of the Christmas break. And please, Ms. Singer, I don’t want to see you back here for the rest of your time at Hogwarts, okay? I mean that in the nicest way possible. Don’t come back!”

Veronica chuckled as she made her way out of the Hospital Wing with Charlie. “I’ll try!”

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Kristine Setser - phaware® interview 406

PAH and CTEPH patient, Kristine Setser details her PAH diagnosis and her rare, life-saving thromboendarterectomy surgery which she believed to be was her only shot at life. Hi, my name's Kristine Setser. I am living in Michigan. I am very connected to pulmonary hypertension, as well as a version of PH called CTEPH (Chronic thromboembolic pulmonary hypertension). I was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension about three years ago. I was 39 years old and my life took a drastic change and turn. I've had to be nimble and try to be resilient and move forward with my life with PH. I'm very blessed to still being here today, thanks to some brilliant and amazing doctors. So my story's quite unique. I have always been quite athletic. I was working out about six days a week. It was progressively becoming harder for me to work out. I was getting this severe burning throughout my chest and throat. Well, it was Covid [lockdown], so I wasn't able to actually see a doctor. I talked to a pulmonologist. He said, "It's probably some onset asthma." He gave me inhalers, but nothing was working. It was progressively getting harder and harder for me to work out. As a woman, and I shouldn't say that, I guess as anyone that's a working parent, I just didn't have time to be sick in my mind. I blew it off and was hoping it was just going to go away one day. I walked up my front steps and I completely blacked out. In your mind, you think, wow, this was not normal. It was only about 18 steps. Here I was someone that worked out for the past 20 years of her life for six days a week, and I can't even walk up steps. I immediately rushed myself to the urgent care and that's where the doctor told me, "Listen Kristine, something is seriously wrong with you. You have got to get to the emergency room like now." It was in the midst of Covid, so I had to be dropped off at the emergency room by myself. I was zipped into one of those rooms, like those poor Covid patients. They didn't know what was wrong with me. Every time a doctor or nurse entered the room, it looked like they had just landed on the moon because of the gear that they had on at that time. So it was quite devastating to get my diagnosis. They came back a few hours later and said, "Kristine, you're very sick. You have blood clots in your lungs. You have right heart failure and you have a disease called pulmonary arterial hypertension." I think I was in shock. I think that I thought that they truly had the wrong girl. I'd never smoked a cigarette a day in my life. I've lived off lettuce for the past 20 years of my life. I was athletic and worked out, so that couldn't be me that they're speaking about. I was totally in shock. But it was me and my life completely changed from that day forward. If I'm being honest, I was misdiagnosed. I think as a lot of individuals are with this disease, which makes it so tough on individuals with this disease to get the right diagnosis. I was being treated at my local cardiologist for pulmonary hypertension. Although they had found blood clots in my lungs, my cardiologist thought that that was a fluke, I would say. So he didn't particularly think that was the cause of it. They put me on those heavy, heavy oral treatments. I wasn't getting better. In fact, I was getting sicker and sicker by the day. They had given me about a year to live because those treatments weren't working. We finally decided that I need to go to U of M, University of Michigan, for a lung transplant. I went to U of M and at that point is where we went through all the testing for a lung transplant. They explained to me the absolute horror of a lung transplant. You might live five to seven years, that's if I get lungs that'd even fit my chest and I'd be an immune suppressant. It was a pretty horrific day until the doctor said that there was a super rare surgery called a thromboendarterectomy, that a few surgeons in the US perform and they actually had one at U of M. So if I was a candidate for this surgery, I would be able to move forward with this surgery versus the lung transplant. This would give me a lot longer of a lifespan, because I have an eight-year-old son. Well, he was five at the time of diagnosis. So I really, really, really wanted to see my son graduate high school, hopefully get married. Hopefully, I'll have grandbabies one day. So this was my best shot at a long life. They said the surgery was quite complicated and rare and dangerous, but in my mind, it was my only shot at life. I did the testing and my body had probably, I think they said close to 15 or 20 blood clots. They were small and in the small vessels of my lungs. They definitely said I was a candidate for that surgery. So about three weeks later, I entered U of M Hospital to progress forward. Most people, they give you a huge explanation about the surgery, the risks that are involved. Essentially they have to put your body in hypothermia for 20 minute intervals. The reason for the hypothermia is due to the fact that they have to stop all blood flow. The surgeon's going to go in and try to remove any of the blood clots that he can manually reach within the branches of your lungs. I was put on ECMO for 20 minute time spans. I was told the total time that they stopped my heart was about 130 minutes. Actually, I was told that that was almost like a record, at that time. But I know the surgeon was doing the best that he could to provide me with an opportunity for survival. Unfortunately, that surgery lasted 11 hours and I never woke up from the surgery at that point. I was having what they called seizure-like activity. My body was seizing out. They weren't sure if I had a stroke during the surgery or not. I finally woke up eight days later after the surgery. I remember hearing Dr. Half say, "Kristine, you had the surgery, but your brain activity stopped." Because of the lack of oxygen to my brain because of the surgery, I had a major brain injury. When I did wake up from this surgery, most people leave the hospital around day ten. When I woke up eight days later from that coma, I was intubated, had a feeding tube, and I was told I couldn't walk, talk. I couldn't even lift my head. I couldn't even speak two words. Most of that was due to the brain injury. My mouth wasn't working. It wasn't functioning with my brain activity. I had to relearn everything. That was in the midst of Covid. I wasn't even allowed one visitor. Here I am, imagine being woken up eight days after surgery, not being able to walk or talk, having no idea what's happening with your body and not he's seeing one loved one. It was quite difficult on me. It was definitely a time for massive prayer. I'm a huge Christian. I'm not sure if listeners are as well, but that's what truly got me through. My only visitor was the Lord, and I was in the ICU for about 41 days. I don't know if it's fortunately or unfortunately for me, I was on really, really heavy, they called them tranquilizers. You figure my chest had just been cut open, they're trying to keep me as comfortable as possible. I was hallucinating a lot and I guess that's quite common for this surgery. In fact, they make you watch a video on it prior to going into surgery. A lot of people hallucinate. A lot of people are aware of their surroundings. I was coming in and out of hallucinations. I remember hearing the doctor, I remember my nurse holding my hand and we both sobbed together. I think partially because I was the youngest patient she had, probably in a long time, in that situation. But I do remember hallucinating and thinking my son was there daily. I know this might sound crazy to some people, but even though till this day, I know that that's not true. Obviously I wasn't allowed any visitors, let alone my son. I do think that it was the Lord putting my son in front of my eyes to help me fight, because there were several days I wanted give up. I didn't want to do this anymore. It was very hard. I wanted to quit a lot. It was hard on me and not seeing one family member. I truly think that the Lord put my son in front of me, even though I sound like a nut job saying this. I do think that helped me fight. I wasn't going to not see my son another day. I was going to try to lift my head up. I was going to try to stand. I was going to try to do those things. As hard as they were, I was going to do it and I was doing it for him. They finally moved me to a rehab facility in Chelsea, Michigan. It was terrific. I was allowed one visitor a day, so not my son unfortunately, but I was able to see my husband, my identical twin sister. Those days were tremendous. Honestly, the rehab part, the physical part, I'm used to being physical. The learning to walk again, that was the easy part. The working your brain and trying to get your brain to function again, that was the hard part for me. Don't take this the wrong way, but I have an MBA from Michigan State University. I have a degree in biology and chemistry. I'm not a dummy. When they asked me to draw a clock, I couldn't even draw a clock. I went from 12 to six and then physically my brain stopped working. I think I put 17, 18, 19 on there. I could not draw a clock if my life depended on it. I couldn't do the days of the month. So that was the most difficult part. If I'm being honest, I felt stupid. I felt like a dummy. I felt like how am I ever going to give back to where I was? But here's the interesting part. Three years later, I thought my MBA was the greatest achievement and I thought climbing that corporate ladder [was important]. I'd led a hotel acquisition team for science, engineering and technology. I thought those things were accomplishments until you're faced with this predicament. I swear when I could draw that clock all the way or when I took 10 steps all by myself, those were my biggest accomplishments. It sounds silly, but you can take all my other accolades. I'm a fighter, I'm a survivor, and I did those things and that's where I'm at today is to share this story, to keep fighting. Hard stuff's going to happen, and today I am thriving. I go to the gym. I'm still on disability because sometimes my mouth doesn't work or my hands, but I do what I can and I appreciate every day. I will always have CTEPH. That's not something that goes away, but my PH is significantly down. The right side of my heart is not as enlarged. It's slightly enlarged. I should go on to say in addition to that surgery, the thromboendarterectomy, because my PH was still quite severe after that surgery, I went on and had eight more surgeries of the balloon pulmonary angioplasty. They went in through my groin eight different times and tried to remove the blood clots that way, so that was extremely helpful as well. I tell everyone, get a second opinion. I wouldn't be here today if my doctor wasn't humble enough to know that this is a super rare type of disease and he was okay with sending me to the experts at U of M. He was okay with not knowing that he didn't know what my next step would be and I'm so appreciative for that. The second thing I would say is yes, 100% if you had the option, do this surgery. My story's unique. Most people wake up, their home in 10 days. Yes, it's painful, you've got your chest cut open, I've got wires now in my chest. But I've got a cool scar and I tell people all the time, scars are awesome. My prognosis of life 1000% different than when I first got diagnosed. I'm hopeful to continue on to survive and thrive and share this disease with the world. It needs more recognition. I think that it needs more specialists out there and more help. I know the medication is ridiculously expensive for some, I just feel like it needs to be recognized more. My name's Kristine Setser and I am aware that I'm rare. Learn more about pulmonary hypertension trials at www.phaware.global/clinicaltrials. Follow us on social @phaware Engage for a cure: www.phaware.global/donate #phaware Share your story: [email protected]

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#pulmonary hypertension #phaware #rare disease #lung disease #clinical trials #podcast #PH #asthma

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lexiesdarkthoughts · 2 years

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Staying in My Own Lane

This is a long post that I have debated for over three weeks if I wanted to post. If nothing else, I’ve always been honest on my blog. It’s always been a way for me to process some of my thoughts. If you make it to the end, then thank you for hanging on for the ride.

A long time ago, I met someone who I thought was someone I could spend my life with. He was witty, charming, funny, and good looking. He made me smile, laugh, and turned me on in ways I didn’t know possible. We were in a long distance relationship online. At the time, things seemed like they would lead to a wonderful future. However, there was one downside to this relationship. He was married.

When we met, he told me he was leaving his wife. Through our relationship that was his common statement. I took comfort that it would happen eventually. When it did, after a respectable time, we would be able to begin our life together. He never left his wife despite how horrible his marriage was, at least from what he told me. He had bounced in an out of online relationships as an escape for his marriage, which in hindsight, was a warning sign. I knew they had children which certainly adds another challenge to leaving a marriage. I told myself that was the reason why. I was patient. I waited. I hoped.

Eventually, things ended because he felt that he needed to give his marriage full and final shot. I understood, but was devastated. I had spent years with this man as a lover and as a friend. Suddenly and with little warning, he was completely gone from my life. I eventually moved on as we all do.

In moving on, I began to realize that maybe he wasn’t the good guy I thought he was. He made me his mistress for years and made me dream of a future together. I know there are people in this exact situation and it has worked out. I also know that I was complicit in our relationship and made the choice to be with a married man. Those are choices I made. I had to live with the consequences of those actions.

He’s come back into my life since we parted as a newly divorced man. We lived hours from each other at this point and it really threw me for a loop. However, I was with just beginning a relationship with Ahab at that time and my ex showed no interest in me other than occasionally chatting. That’s when it dawned on me that he had no idea the negative impact he had on me. He didn’t understand his continuing presence in my life only drove nails in further.

I eventually took the opportunity to tell him. I thought it would make me feel better. I thought it would cleanse some past resentment and hurt. He confirmed that he had no clue how much he had hurt me and didn’t remember half of what I did about our relationship. Instead of getting the closure I had hoped for, it hurt me even more. It felt like I had meant nothing to him. It drove home the fact that I had been a welcome distraction from his marriage and he likely never meant a word about the future we had planned together. Since then, I have cut him out of my life.

So what’s the point of this post? He’s on Tumblr and I learned recently that he was dating some one which is to be expected. Curiosity is a bitch and I naturally checked out her Tumblr as well. She seems like an absolutely lovely person who reminds me of me in a lot of ways. I know you’re saying “people have types, Lexie.” They do. Ahab definitely has some good traits and habits of men I’ve dated in the past. That’s not the point of this. The point is I’ve struggled so hard to not reach out to the woman.

“Why would you do that?” you ask. It’s a fair question and an answer I’ve struggled with. I know it’s not out of malice or wanting to hurt him. My life has been in a lot of turmoil lately. My mental health has been on a roller coaster due to stress and a lot of change. When I’m like this, I don’t always see straight. I also see a lot of similarities between myself and this woman with this man, all they way down to a long distance relationship. I fear that this woman with so much potential will give up her life for this man. I feel like I have to protect her. It’s a pitiful answer, I know.

Fortunately, the clearer light of day has prevailed. I know that no good can come from me speaking to her. It’s their relationship. Period. She has to make decisions for herself. As far as I know, he is not physically abusive so I feel no responsibility to make her aware of this. As much as I want to protect her from the hurt I experienced, people have to make their own decisions and sometimes their own mistakes.

Through this, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’ve carried around the trauma of a previously abusive relationship for a long time and I now understand that I also carry emotional hurt from this relationship as well. One of the downsides of mental illness is that you forget nothing. I need to work harder on processing these emotions so they don’t consume me when I’m already weighed down by life. While I also know I will carry these experiences forever, dwelling on them takes away from my own relationship with Ahab. It takes mental space that I could be dedicating to him and other avenues of my life.

My hope in writing this post is that I will be able to clear the noise in my head. I also hope that stating my intentions will keep me honest and in my own lane. I want to refocus my energies away from this. I’m tired of letting him live rent free in my head. I know I won’t forget. I don’t think I’m ready to forgive. What I can do is get my thoughts out and move forward with healing. Every day is a new step toward that and it’s time to focus on that direction.

#personal #relationships #pain happens in life #minding my own business #time to focus on me

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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babygirlbenji · 3 years

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I’ve Got You - Marcus Rashford

A/N: my first marcus imagine!!! i'm so sorry this is so late, and it gets so rushed towards the end. i really hope i've done this justice! i'm still getting to know marcus, so i hope this is okay 🥰

It had been a long time since Marcus had been able to go out and party with his friends. With international duty for the Euros and the devastating loss, swiftly followed by club duty only to be sidelined by his shoulder injury and pending surgery, Marcus wanted to let loose for a while and forget about his troubles.

‘Baby girl,’ his voice echoed throughout your shared flat, the last syllable elongated.

‘Yes, my love?’ You replied from the sofa, nose deep in one of your university textbooks. You third year of journalism was intense, but you still absolutely loved it. Your aspirations of being a news reporter for the Manchester Evening News were becoming more reachable with every term.

‘Have you seen my Balenciaga shirt? I swear I saw it in my wardrobe the other day.’ A snort left your lips.

‘You mean your floordrobe? I washed it, I put a load of whites in the other day. Should be either hanging up on the clothes line or folded in one of your drawers.’ Silence followed as Marcus searched for the elusive shirt, before he appeared in the hallway, dressed in black skinny jeans, the shirt he’d been looking for and his usual white Air Forces gifted to him by Nike a couple weeks previously. ‘You look like you’re going somewhere,’ you remarked. Marcus nodded, typing quickly on his phone before coming to sit next to you on the sofa.

‘Jesse, Jadon, Luke and I are going out for the evening, might be a late one. Fancy coming along?’ He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you contemplated the offer.

‘I’d love to, but studying calls. I’ve got a presentation soon, so I need to prepare for it.’ His shoulders slouched. He loved partying, but nights out with you were always the best. You were responsible, but also knew how to have a good time. Knowing all the good clubs from your time at the University of Manchester was a huge plus.

You and Marcus had actually met at one of the clubs. It was your first year of university, and you were new to the area having moved up from the south to start your university career. Marcus had come to your rescue after seeing you being chatted up by a guy who wasn’t taking no for an answer. Having pretended to be your boyfriend to get the guy away from you, Marcus realised that he wanted to get to know you better. He asked for your number in a moment of brazen confidence, and had asked you out the day after when you’d both sobered up. You weren’t usually the type to pick up a guy while on a night out, but the stars aligned on that night, and you hadn’t looked back since.

Your thoughts were brought back to the current moment. Marcus was at the counter, looking for his keys, wallet, mask and ID.

‘Sure you don’t wanna come, love?’ He asked, bending down behind the sofa and wrapping you in his arms.

‘My heart says no but my head says yes.’ The two of you shared a laugh at your conflicting answer.

‘Alright, babe, my Uber will be here in a few minutes, I’ll see you later this evening, yeah?’ You turned your head to kiss his cheek, and he gently held your face to kiss your lips goodbye.

‘Be safe, text me if you want me to pick you up, yeah?’ You called after his retreating back as he hurried towards the door.

‘Will do, bubba, love you!’

‘Love you too, have fun!’ The door opened, and he left, the sound of a car door opening and closing following a short while later.

Facing a quiet evening ahead, you switched on Netflix and put on the new series of Unsolved Mysteries, which had been on your watch list ever since it was released the week before. Not bothering to cook, you ordered a pizza, and feasted by yourself as you filled your head with statistics, facts and opinions about the history of the BBC.

Your phone blared loudly beside you, your ringtone of September by Earth, Wind and Fire catching you unawares. Groaning and realising you must have fallen asleep on the sofa, you groggily picked it up, noting that the time was just past 2:30am.

‘Hello?’ you grumbled. A barrage of loud music, even louder voices and a car engine hit your ears, making you rub your forehead at the change of volume.

‘Y/N, it’s Jess, we’re about 5 minutes away, Rashy got himself really drunk,’ Jesse’s voice was slightly muffled, and you assumed that you were on speaker as he tried to wrestle his taller teammate into his seatbelt or something.

‘Okay, I’ll get stuff ready, see you soon.’ He thanked you and hung up, leaving you to hurry around to get a pair of joggers and a clean shirt from Marcus’s wardrobe, followed by a glass of water and made sure that there was a packet of painkiller ready for the morning when Marcus would no doubt have a pounding headache.

The buzzer to the apartment sounded, and you answered to allow Jesse and Jadon up, knowing that Marcus was too gone to know where his keys were. Shortly after, the doorbell rang and you hurried over to answer it.

‘Hey guys, thank you for bringing him home,’ you whispered, trying not to wake up your neighbours.

'Oh look, it's my babyyyy!' Marcus yelled loudly when he saw you. Even in his intoxicated state, and even with your hair in a messy bun, no makeup and bleary eyes from sleep, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

'Shhh, Rash, neighbours,' Jadon winced.

'I need everyone to know that I was literally jumped by some random girl at the bar, but I pushed her away from me and was like "bore off, I have a girlfriend! And she's the love of my life! And I don't want anyone else!"' You didn't know whether to be thoroughly embarrassed, thoroughly amused or thoroughly endeared, so you just thanked the boys for bringing him home.

‘Safe trip home, guys.’ They closed the door behind you and you heard them head back downstairs. You put your arm around Marcus's shoulders and helped him inside.

The next step of the process was getting Marcus out of his party clothes. ‘Rashy, baby, I need you to help me get you undressed and into bed, okay?’ He grumbled to himself as he tried to get his arms and legs out of their respective holes of his shirt and jeans. It surprised you how an agile footballer could be so uncoordinated when inebriated.

‘Help,’ he mumbled. You were distinctly reminded of your six-year-old cousin you sometimes babysat, but decided not to say anything; you didn’t want to upset your boyfriend.

‘Alright, baby, arms up!’ He obeyed and lifted his arms up in the air, allowing you to finally take his shirt off. Tossing it into the laundry bin, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. ‘I’ve got you, darling. There we go.’ His jeans came off soon after, leaving Marcus in his boxers, looking thoroughly exhausted.

‘Want cuddles,’ he slurred. You giggled.

‘Drink some water for me first?’ After some deliberation, you reached an agreement, and he drank a glass of water. ‘Okay baby, you feeling okay?’ To answer your question, Marcus flopped onto the sofa, completely passed out. ‘Guess we’re sleeping here tonight,’ you snorted to yourself, quickly fetching a blanket and a few extra pillows. Gently lifting his head up, you placed them under him, making sure he was lying so that he wouldn’t strain his neck or hurt his shoulder more. You carefully climbed in next to him, acting as the big spoon, and pulled him close to you.

‘Thank you, Y/N,’ a small voice whispered, still slightly slurred, but this time you assumed it was caused more by exhaustion than alcohol.

‘Always, darling.’

Needless to say, training for Marcus the next morning proved quite a challenge.

#marcus rashford #marcus rashford x reader #marcus rashford imagine #marcus rashford x you #manchester united #england national team #england football team #england imagine #england imagines #football imagine #he's so cute i adore him

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atlabeth · 3 years

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everything happens for a reason part 3 - zuko x fem!reader

I feel so much, I get carried away

part 2 | masterlist | part 4

a/n: enjoy the fluff in this chapter bc its not gonna last

once again for reference - this chapter takes place 2 years after the last one so y/n is 11 and zuko is 12

warning(s): eating/food, but otherwise its pure fluff

wc: 3.3k

chapter title comes from carried away by madison beer!

i ran out of kid zuko gifs so i had to make my own smh if you want something done you gotta do it yourself

The young friendship only flourished after that fateful day. Zuko and Y/N began spending almost all of their freetime together between Y/N teaching him about her culture, their usual talking in the hallways, and finding ways to hang out together outside of her schedule. She was absolutely delighted to be teaching Zuko though, so she always made sure there was time for her self proclaimed academy.

Y/N was constantly busy around the castle, so in order to hang out they had started waking up extra early — the pair had become experts at sneaking around the castle with the first rays of the sun. The gardens were a favourite because of its availability, and of course, the turtleducks. It also gave Y/N a chance to bend outside of healing, something that they began to take advantage of as they got older.

Sparring sessions became a regular between them as a way for Y/N to get some practice with martial bending, Zuko to experience fighting against a waterbender, and just another way for them to spend time together. Of course, they had to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid alerting anyone of their presence, but that became the least of their worries over time.

They each pushed each other to be better, and with Y/N’s healing skills, they were able to walk away every morning without any injuries. But after discovering a very unfair advantage that the prince held, she decided that morning sparring just wasn’t enough.

(“Firebending gets stronger in the morning,�� he had told her after a particularly brutal blast resulting in some emergency bending on Y/N’s part to extinguish a tree. “My teachers always say that we rise with the sun.”

“Well,” she had said with a smile. “We rise with the moon. You just signed yourself up for some late night sparring sessions.”)

Y/N had truly started to come into her own. It had been two years since her capture, and though she had in no way made peace with her life in the Fire Nation, she was trying to take advantage of it as much as she could. Even though she despised being at the beck and call of nobles and guards, she couldn’t deny the opportunities it gave her to hone her abilities. Her healing had improved tenfold and her martial bending wasn’t too shabby either. Between all of the time spent with Zuko and practicing her bending, she was able to distract herself from her dim reality.

But the world was a cruel, cruel place, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. It didn’t treat souls like Zuko and Y/N kindly, a fact that they would soon become aware of.

In the moment though, Y/N was more focused on not getting burnt.

She twirled to the side as a small flame shot past her, just barely managing to dodge it as she bent a stream of water out from the pond and sent it at Zuko. He turned it to steam as he blocked it with his own fire, which he then sent back at her with a combination of a punch and a kick. Y/N raised her hands and bent up a large wall of water from the pond, and with a small grunt on her part, sent it flying towards Zuko. He tried to conjure up his own fire shield in an effort to extinguish the water once more, but it was too little too late and he ended up getting knocked to the ground and completely drenched.

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips as Zuko wiped water off of his face, sputtering incoherently while he pushed himself up. “Did you really have to do that?” he complained.

“You know I do.” She grinned as she walked around the pond to his side, cracking her knuckles before she began to bend the water out of his clothes. “This was in the morning, too. Admit it, I’m getting better!”

He cracked a smile of his own. “You really are. I just wish that you getting better didn’t end up in me getting soaked every time.”

She bent the water she had extracted from his clothes back into the pond and held out her hand to help him up from the ground, which he took gratefully. “That just makes it more fun.”

As she helped pull him up, Y/N found herself more than a little transfixed. The rays of the rising sun shone down on him perfectly, and the smile still on his lips made her feel flutter bats in her stomach.

Y/N didn’t know when she had started seeing Zuko in a different light than usual. When his laughs became melodious, his smile like a ray of sunshine on its own, his company coveted. While she was usually able to trade verbal jabs with him without a second thought, doing her self-assigned job of keeping him humble, something had changed in the past year.

They grew steadily closer over the years after they had met, but one event in particular all but pushed Zuko into her arms.

Ursa’s banishment.

Of course, they didn’t know that she had been banished. No one aside from Ozai knew the true nature of her disappearance — to her children and the other inhabitants of the palace, it was just that. A disappearance.

It was suspicious, yes. All in the span of a day, Princess Ursa vanished, Fire Lord Azulon mysteriously perished, and Ozai took his place, but nothing could be done. It was a somber day for every servant — Ursa showed them a kindness that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the palace, and to rub salt in the wound, a man just as cruel as Azulon had risen to the throne.

Zuko was devastated. He had always been close with his mother, and the only thing she had given him before leaving was a short goodbye and a kiss. He was angry beyond belief at the abandonment, and that anger overshadowed his grief.

Y/N tried to help him, but he lashed out at her.

“Your mother is still here and she loves you! Mine left me like I was nothing. Don’t try and say you know how I feel.”

“But my father is gone. I do know how you feel Zuko, and I want to help you, but I can’t help you if you keep pushing me away.”

“…you don’t know anything.”

It hurt, but she knew he needed space. She gave it to him, letting him brew alone and take out his anger however necessary, but let him know that the door was open when he was ready to talk.

He did — he had apologized for what he said and she accepted, and Zuko ended up spilling every emotion he had to her over the next few weeks. She listened, offered advice when she could, and made Zuko feel a little bit less alone in the scheme of it all. It was a horrible experience, but it brought them closer together, and the prince was eternally thankful that he had a friend to help him through the ordeal.

The night that he came to her room, admitting that he was hurting and asking for her help — Y/N thinks that was the moment she fell for him. She cursed herself at the time for developing feelings for her only friend in the palace, but over time she learned to cover them up. She had to remember her place.

She understood her role, but it got harder and harder to keep up with it the more time she spent with Zuko — this moment was no exception.

“Yeah, yeah. I just hold back because I don’t want to burn you.”

“Liar!” she exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “You forget that I can heal myself if anything goes wrong. Besides, I know you’d never burn me. I trust you.”

Zuko smiled and smoothed his clothes back down, the only sign of their sparring session now gone. “Good, because I trust you too. No matter how many times you totally drench me.”

She snorted as she started to walk back to the palace. “Like I said, that just makes it more fun. And as fun as it has been completely crushing you in combat, duty calls.”

He sighed, giving a reluctant nod as he started to follow her — then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed her arm to stop them. “Wait, how much work do you have today?”

Y/N thought for a few seconds then shrugged. “Dunno, it varies. I got stuck working with Jaysa all this morning, so that’s going to take forever, I have my usual healing lessons with Master Rika after, and then I usually just end up going around with whatever else comes my way for the rest of the day.” She grinned and lowered her voice as if the subject of the matter could somehow hear her. “I’ve been working on a dress for my mother in secret because her birthday is coming up soon, so the free time I get between my shifts that isn’t spent with you has been going towards that.”

Zuko gaped. “You’re making her a dress all on your own, with no help? How?”

She held up her hands with a proud smile. “These things are good for waterbending, sewing, and hitting best friends.”

He gave her a sideways grin at that. “I’m your best friend?”

Y/N snickered and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, dummy. You’re like, the only person that likes me in this whole nation. Of course you’re my best friend.”

“Well…” he started. “Would a best friend like to break the rules even more tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in turn, completely betraying her excitement despite her attempt to look nonchalant about it. “That depends — what d’you have in mind?”

He grinned and leaned forward, dropping his voice to a whisper as he spoke in her ear. “So, after you finish work for the night, we…”

It was a struggle to get through all of her work after the plan that she and Zuko had formulated — sure, they broke the rules all the time. The basis of their entire friendship was breaking the rules, but this was going farther than they ever had before. Y/N wasn’t thinking about the consequences though, she was thinking about the journey — that was her first mistake.

She had rushed through all of her chores with Jaysa, hardly paid attention in her healing lessons, and made quick work of the rest of her day until she was finally able to meet up with Zuko at one of the various servant entrances that she had shown him.

“You’re finally here!” he exclaimed, his body buzzing with nervous energy. “I thought you were never gonna come.”

“Some of us actually have work to get done, mister crown prince,” she joked as she bumped his shoulder with hers. “But that doesn’t matter — let’s get going before someone catches us! I don’t want it to get too dark either.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Zuko reassured. “My dad is in war meetings all day, no one is going to catch us. Now come on!”

Zuko pushed open the door, grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. A laugh fell from her lips as they ran, unable to stop herself from casting a cautionary glance behind them as they got farther from the palace. Y/N tried to push her worries out of her mind — like she had told Zuko earlier, she trusted him.

That was her second mistake.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak past the guards around the wall and just as quick to get through Royal Caldera, and before Y/N knew it, they had arrived in the city.

It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

The village she had grown up in was miniscule compared to anything in the Fire Nation, and she was especially awestruck upon entering the city. As home to more middle class citizens than anything, it was a bustling marketplace filled with workers and nobles alike — if she hadn’t been preoccupied with the stars in her eyes, she would’ve been able to see the way Zuko was absolutely beaming at her.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand once again as he began to walk — at a much more moderate pace than their run here — down the streets. “There’s so much here that I wanna show you. Have you ever been out here?”

She shook her head, allowing herself to gawk at her surroundings while they went down the street. “We aren’t really allowed to leave the palace since we’re technically still prisoners, just… ones that work. My mother always had to give her money to one of the other servants so that when they went out to buy their things, they could pick some stuff up for us as well. This is all totally new.”

Once again, a frown found its way onto Zuko’s face, but only for a split second before he pointed at a stall opposite to them. “Oh— there’s a fruit stand! Come on, you have to try this.”

Y/N let Zuko pull her over to the stand, looking at the array of fruits on display while Zuko conversed with the merchant. A few silver pieces later and they were walking away with a basket of produce — miraculously, the prince hadn’t been recognized, so she figured he wouldn’t need a disguise. Third mistake.

“Here,” he said, offering her a mango from the basket. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Fire Nation mango.”

She took the fruit from him and bit into it, her eyes immediately widening as she turned on Zuko. “Tui’s gills, this is delicious! You’re telling me that you people just have this on hand but we don’t get any of it?”

He shrugged and took a fig from the basket as Y/N wiped some juice off of her chin. “There’s a reason I’ve helped you break into the kitchens so many times. Now, where do you wanna go next?”

The pair spent the next couple of hours browsing the marketplace, enjoying their day on the Fire Lord’s coin. Zuko was more than happy to show Y/N parts of his culture after all she had taught him, and she was more than happy to experience it. They had been able to buy lanterns for the upcoming Festival of Szeto, purchase their own blends of tea leaves, and of course Zuko insisted on getting fire flakes and gummies.

(Y/N thought he was insane. Why in the world would the Fire Nation want to make food that hurt them on purpose? She was going to stick with her newfound love for mangoes.)

But Zuko hadn’t even brought her to the best part yet.

“Can I open my eyes now?” She asked, her anxious tone betraying her curiosity.

“Now you can.” Y/N was met with Zuko’s grin and as she focused on the stand in front of them, she had to make a conscious effort to not gape.

Zuko had brought her to a sewing stand with all the threads, fabrics, and silks that she could dream of in all kinds of colors. She immediately rushed forward, unable to stop herself from running her hands over and through each and every piece of material — she was in a seamstress’s heaven.

“I take that as a sign you like it?” Zuko asked happily.

“Oh, definitely,” she confirmed, still completely caught up in all the choices. “This is so much better than all the material we’re given to work with!”

“That’s why I brought you here. I thought you could get some stuff for yourself, and some stuff to help with the dress you’re making for your mom. I don’t really know how sewing works, but I thought that this was one way I could help.”

“That is so sweet of you!” she gushed. “Thank you so much — you should probably get around to some of the other stalls because I… I think I’m gonna be here for a while.”

Zuko laughed and fished out of a couple of golden pieces then set them in her hand. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you over by the steps; we can watch the sunset together.”

They nodded as parting gifts and each was enveloped in their tasks; Y/N beginning to ask the merchant questions about everything at their stand and Zuko off to entertain himself for a few more minutes.

Soon enough, Y/N had her own small bundle of silks and fabrics, her mind already going off in a million different ways of how she could incorporate it into the design. She found Zuko sitting on the steps and as she took her own seat next to him, he handed her another mango.

“Did you find everything you wanted?” She nodded and hummed gratefully as she accepted the fruit, taking a bite as her eyes fell on the skyline in front of them.

“I had a really great time today, Zuko. I really can’t thank you enough for taking me out here. I… I think I forgot what it was like to feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“...happy.” She paused for a second before allowing herself to meet his eyes. “All the time I spend with you in the palace… It’s one of the only times that I really do feel happy. And being out here today, getting to walk around where I wanted and buy things and just— I feel free, Zuko. And that means everything to me.”

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she turned away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that—“

Zuko gently reached out for her hand, drawing her attention back to him and the soft smile on his face.

“Well… I care about you. You’re nice to me, and you take time out of your day to help me which you don’t have to do. This is just me trying to pay you back for all you’ve done to help me. We can do this more often — whenever my dad’s busy.”

Her own smile grew on her lips and she nodded as she laced her fingers with his. “I care about you too. And.. I’d like that.”

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and together, they watched the sunset over the city.

There was no place either of them would rather be.

Y/N and Zuko made their way back to the palace as quickly as they could after realizing how late it had gotten. Y/N was sure that she was going to get the talking-to of her life after what she had done, but she was almost giddy after what had just happened. She could deal with any of Kura’s consequences later — right now the only thought in her mind was the feeling of Zuko’s hand in hers.

The night had been nothing short of perfect. She had felt freer than ever before out there in the city with Zuko, and knowing that he reciprocated the feelings she had for him was enough to make her heart burst. She cared for him, and he cared for her.

Of course, there was that nagging question of how they would continue now that their friendship had morphed into something more, but once again — it was something she would deal with later. Her fourth and final mistake.

But as a guard turned the corner, Y/N realized she might not get the chance. She quickly let go of Zuko’s hand and tucked it under the bundle of fabric, hoping that the gesture of affection had been missed by the man.

If he had noticed, he showed no sign of it. He stopped in front of them, a gruff voice speaking from behind the mask with words that made her heart stop.

“Prince Zuko, the Fire Lord has requested an audience with you.”

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dracossweetprincess · 3 years

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devastated | d.m

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request: yes/no

preview: draco tries his best to comfort his wife y/n, after the loss of her cat

warnings: mentions of death, crying (?), soft draco, post!hogwarts, husband!au

two weeks. it had been two weeks since y/n’s cat had passed away from old age, and she was absolutely devastated. y/n had always been an extremely affectionate person, especially towards draco. but in the last two weeks she hadn’t shown any type of affection towards him, and draco didn’t know how to react.

she would lay in bed all day, facing away from him and letting the tears slide down her face. he tried his best to be an understanding and comforting husband though, bringing her all her meals and cuddling her all day long, that cat was extremely special to her, and she had him since their hogwarts years.

today narcissa had come over to visit them, after draco sent her a letter telling her what happened. “just give her time draco, i promise she’ll come back to the old y/n”. his mother reassured him as he finished putting the plates of food on the tray he was going to bring upstairs for her.

“i know, mother. i know. i just..miss her”, he sighed. “i miss her smile, miss her laugh, i just miss my girl okay? and i can’t help but feel like a bad husband for not being able to make her happy”. he let out a frustrated huff, a few tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

what they didn’t know was that y/n was behind the kitchen’s door, eavesdropping. when she saw draco coming towards the door, she ran upstairs as fast as she could and got under the covers, pretending she had been there the whole time.

she started to feel bad for draco. y/n never wanted him to feel like a bad husband at all, in fact he was being an amazing husband in the past two weeks, always so understanding, careful and gentle with her.

draco walked in, sitting beside her on the bed and leaving the tray of food on the nightstand as he started to run his fingers through her hair soothingly. “hi, my love”, he smiled sadly. “how are you feeling? do you need anything?” he asked while stroking her left cheek with his thumb.

she shook her head, sitting up and pulling draco in for an unexpected hug. draco’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her, letting himself relax against the warmth of her body, finally getting the attention he had craved for two weeks.

“draco lucius malfoy, just so you know, you are best husband in the word, and certainly not a bad husband. i mean just look at you,” she pulled back, cupping his face in her soft hands. “you’re the most amazing husband ever. and i’m sorry i haven’t been giving you any affection baby.”

she sighed slightly, leaning up to give draco a gentle but reassuring kiss on his lips. “i didn’t even realize i hadn’t given you any attention, dray. i’m sorry my love.”

“it’s okay darling, there’s nothing to be sorry for. i understand, and i love you.” draco was happy and relieved to have his y/n back, and he planned a big surprise for her.

three days later, y/n came home from work to find the house completely dark. she frowned expecting draco to be home to greet her with a kiss and cuddles, maybe a little more..

she put her keys down, getting out of her high heels and blazer and walking upstairs. when she got inside their shared bathroom, she found draco grinning widely, hiding something behind his back.

“what’s that, draco?”

“close your eyes”. she complied, and draco slowly walked towards her. “now give me your hands”. first she felt a gentle kiss from draco on both her hands, making her giggle, and although y/n couldn’t see it he was smiling too. a few seconds later she felt soft fur in her hands, and opened her eyes in shock.

she looked down to be met with a white, fluffy kitty and tears slowly started sliding down her cheeks. “dray, a kitty?! thank you, thank you”. she knelt down, letting the kitty on the floor and running her hands through his snowy fur.

“of course darling.” draco also knelt down, pressing a kiss on her head and wiping the girl’s tears. “what do you wanna name him?” y/n examined the kitty that was on the floor, and picked him up as the kitty licked her cheek sweetly, as some sort of kiss.

“hmm, i think lucky!”

“lucky? why lucky?”

“why not lucky?

“lucky it is my darling.” draco congratulated himself mentally for being able to make y/n happy again, even if he’d have to compete with a cat her attention.

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Babysitting | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: After a gone wrong mission Five(19) babysits his five year old niece, Claire.

To say Five was having a tough week would be putting it lightly. The male hadn’t felt so much pain and sorrow in his entire life. The apocalypse was awful. He couldn’t deny that but this– was ten times worse.

Five never expected for something to go so damn wrong. He never expected to have to go through this pain in his life, but here he is, lying in bed, not being able to sleep.

He hadn’t really slept since the incident. A couple of naps here and there but never a full night's rest. His mind was torturing him. All he heard were screams of agony and cries.

The apartment they shared went from such a warm atmosphere to shivering cold within just a day of change. Five hated it. He wanted to scream, to cry, to yell, to be angry, but he couldn’t– not anymore at least.

Five was lying in their shared bed when a doorbell rang. He sighed and shuffled out of bed. The male's appearance showed absolutely no care. Hair was skewed, eyes were red along with his cheeks, transparent trails of tears on his cheeks, and his under eyes dark.

Lazily the male opened the door to be met with his sister and his niece, “ Hey Five, I- I know this week has been challenging. “ Allison nervously began looking at her heartbroken nineteen-year-old brother.

“ But I’m going out with a guy, and Claire refused to go with anyone else. She wouldn’t let anyone babysit her except Uncle Fivey. “ Allison spoke, giving a soft smile, “ If you aren’t up to it, I’ll bring her to Klaus, but I figured why not give it a shot? “

Five looked down at his five-year-old niece, “ I’ll take care of her. You go. “ Five murmured, “ Are you sure? “ Allison whispered as Claire ran into the apartment sitting on the couch.

“ Mhm. “ Five hummed, and Allison embraced him, “ It's going to be okay. “ Allison spoke as she pulled away.

Five tried his best to smile, “ I know. Now you go have fun. I’ll take care of Claire. “

“ Thank you! “ Allison exclaimed as she walked away, and Five shut the door.

The brunette turned to look at the young girl on his couch and gave a subtle smile. Five shuffled towards the couch and took a seat beside her. Claire moved to sit in his lap.

“ Thank you, Uncle Five. “ Claire spoke as she hugged him, “ You’re welcome, princess. “ Five responded as tears flooded his eyes.

Five’s sniffles are what made Claire pull away and look at him, “ Why are you crying? “

“ It’s just been a tough week. But I’m glad I get to spend some time with you, princess. “ Five admitted as he wiped his tears, “ D- Did Auntie Y/n have something to do with it? “ Claire hesitantly asked, and Five nodded.

“ A- Auntie Y/n will never be back, princess. “ Five softly spoke as his eyes flooded with tears, “ W- What do you mean? “ The young girl asked as her eyes began to do the same.

Five sniffled again, “ S- She’s gone and never coming back. “ The male responded as he wiped a tear coming from Claire’s eye.

Claire bursted into tears, hugging Five as tight as she could. Her hands balled up the material of the hoodie he was wearing in the back. The hoodie was Y/n’s, her favorite hoodie, and she wore it everywhere.

Both relatives cried in each other’s arms, grieving for their lost someone. Claire was devastated, and Five felt so at fault for her death. Y/n was a ball of light, and she was the only one to keep Five sane through everything.

The apocalypse, the commission, saving the world, everything. She was there to keep his sanity. Y/n was there to hold him on the bad days, keep him smiling on the good days, and calm him on days where his temper couldn’t be controlled.

Now she was gone, and it was devastating for the whole family. Diego and Five, we’re definitely hit the most along with Claire now. Claire sniffled and pulled away from her Uncle, looking him in the eyes.

“ You’re the best Uncle ever. “ Claire mumbled, and Five smiled softly, “ Thank you. You’re the best niece ever. “ Five replied, holding her close to his chest.

Claire looked up at her crumbling uncle, “ Auntie Y/n would be proud of you. “ Claire began, and Fives eyes were still flooding, “ She knows you’re strong, and I’m sure she’s here with you. Uncle Klaus talks all the time about Uncle Ben being with him. Maybe Auntie Y/n is with you like Uncle Ben is with Uncle Klaus. “ Claire inferred.

“ I’m sure she is. “ Five whimpered, “ W- What happened? “ Claire questioned.

Five pulled Claire up from his lap and sat her directly on his lap, making her face him, “ Auntie Y/n and I had a mission to do. “ Five began, “ Like killing bad guys? “ Claire asked with a side smile.

Five chuckled, “ Yeah, killing bad guys. The mission went really well at first, we stuck to our plan, and everything was working out. “ The brunette male began as the tears came back, “ We thought we finished everyone off until when we started exiting the building, a shot went off. “

“ Th- The shot hit Y/n right in the chest, and I couldn’t get her to the academy in time because of how drained I was from the mission. “ Five cried, “ I- I’m so sorry, princess. “

Claire hugged her, crying Uncle tight, “ It’s not your fault. “ Claire comforted, “ That’s exactly what Auntie told me before she passed. “ Five muttered.

Claire sat there with her favorite Uncle as he cried his eyes out. Claire cried too, into his hoodie as they both held onto her. Five sniffled and lifted her off his lap.

“ Uncle Fivey, where are you going? “ Claire’s concerned voice asked, “ I’ll be right back, princess. “ Five responded as he walked into their shared bedroom.

Five walked into the bedroom and near her vanity, which held all her jewelry. There laid a necklace with her name on it, one she wore all the time. In fact, she never took it off. Carefully he took the gold necklace in his hands and walked out of the bedroom.

The door shut with a click, and Five plopped back down on the couch beside his tear stained niece, “ Come here. “ Five softly spoke as he patted his lap.

Claire crawled onto his lap again, “ This is a necklace that Auntie Y/n wore all the time. “ Five began as he showed her the chain, “ I think she would want you to have it. “ Five said as he put the necklace on his niece.

The young girl's hands immediately went to the nameplate necklace around her neck, looking at the gold cursive with her Aunties name on it.

“ Do you like it? “ Five asked nervously, and Claire embraced him tightly, “ I love it. Thank you, Uncle Fivey. “ Claire smiled brightly.

For the first time in a week, Five smiled genuinely, “ I’m glad. “

Claire snuggled upon him while Five played one of her favorite movies on the tv screen. Eventually, they both fell asleep, and when Allison didn’t get a response from knocking on the door, she opened it with her key.

The only light in the room was from the tv still playing, and Allison saw the two sleeping together. Her brother was finally getting sleep. Gently she picked up a blanket and covered both of them.

Allison wrote a note on the counter that she’d pick up Claire in the morning and then left the apartment. Five woke up the next morning with Claire on his chest. The male smiled and kissed her forehead before moving out from under her.

Quietly the Hargreeves boy began making breakfast, and once Five was almost done, Claire had woke up.

“ Uncle Fivey? “ Claire groggily called out from the couch, “ I’m here, princess. “ Five replied.

Claire got up from the couch and sat at one of the barstools around the island. Five placed her breakfast on a plate for the young girl. Claire began eating along with her uncle.

“ After we eat breakfast, I’m going to bring you back home, okay? “ Five said as he swallowed his food, “ Okay. “ Claire responded as she chewed.

Eventually, both of them finished eating, and they walked out to the car. Five drove to Allison’s house, which wasn’t far from their apartment but still far enough to drive. He walked his niece to the door.

Before he could knock, Claire spoke, “ Will you be okay? “

“ Of course I will, princess. “ Five responded, kissing her cheek.

Five knocked on the door, and Allison appeared, “ Hey Claire. How was Uncle Fivey’s house? “ Allison questioned as she picked up her daughter, “ It was good. He gave me this necklace. “ Claire replied as she showed Allison Y/n’s necklace.

Five stood sheepishly at the door, “ Did he now? “ Allison teased, “ Yeah! “ Claire verified.

Allison put her daughter down and let Claire run off into the house. Expectantly Allison stared at her brother while he stood at her door.

“ I never thought you’d give that away. We both know that was something Y/n treasured. “ Allison began baffled, “ I- I thought Claire could use it more than I would. I mean, I have tons of Y/n’s belongings. Claire doesn’t. I thought the necklace would be perfect. “ Five nervously stuttered.

Allison sighed and brought Five in for a hug, “ I’ll make sure she takes care of it. “ Allison muttered, “ Good. “ Five responded.

“ I’m gonna go home and maybe look through some of her stuff. Perhaps that’ll make me feel better. “ Five-spoke as he pulled away from the hug, “ Okay. If you need anyone don’t hesitate to call. “ Allison reminded.

“ I won’t. “ Five said, giving a reassuring smile.

Five drove back to the cold apartment and sighed. He kicked off his shoes and threw his keys on the counter. Five sat on the couch where he sat with Claire the previous day and just stared into nothingness.

“ Fuck. “

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Prime Missing~ TFP! Optimus x Half-Predacon! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely CreatorCat

Plot: Hi there! Could I please request a TFP Optimus x half Cybertronian and half Predacon female Autobot reader? Only Optimus knows she is like that. Her Predacon form is a dragon and her vehicle form is a mustang car (Wildstyle colors from Lego Movie). Her fighting style is dancing (dance fighting, usually coordinated with music only she can hear in her earpiece, unpredictable). It takes place during Beast Wars where they meet Ultra Magnus. Optimus goes missing and the reader is very upset because she has a crush on the Prime.

Ultra Magnus grows a crush on her after seeing her fight in battle. He is concerned she'll get hurt because her style doesn't fall into the protocol and can't be monitored. He forbids her from joining the ranks in battle until she 'shaded up'. The reader is devasted and falls into sort of depression because that she wouldn't be able to dance or fight anymore and that was what she lived for. Optimus returns (finally) to find his crush (the reader) not herself anymore. They have been 'broken' and fight the way that Ultra Magnus saw fit. He's horrified because this wasn't 'his Y/N' and confronted Ultra Magnus. Afterward, Optimus takes the reader aside and confesses and she smiles for the first time in 'forever'. The next battle she's in, she breaks protocol and does her original style of fighting much to everyone's happiness (except Ultra Magnus). She also reveals her Predacon side to protect everyone from the Decepticons and Predaking.

What do you think?

That's a long request ever since I got a request to write a high school version. Lol. So, I read the entire text here and began to think. Do not think it is a bad way. I absolutely love the request but however, I don't like a few things. I'm not familiar with Beast Wars at all. I know only like literally one character and that is Optimal Primal. He is in fact the new Prime in Power of the Primes after Optimus' death. Don't believe me? Watch the 10 episodes or follow the OC book that I'm working on since I'm partnered up with Alita-One and others on Quotev. Furtonaly, I don't like Beast Wars at all since it's different. I also couldn't help but cringe a bit since it's TFP playing in Beast Wars. I remember some clips and scenes where Optimus actually goes missing after the base got exploded and Ultra Magnus appearing. I also remember Predacon's Rising.

Also since I don't like hurting other lovely characters (either rejected or friend-zoned), I made Ultra Magnus different. He'll be not crushing on the reader, but don't worry, he'll get tasted with his own medicine. Revenge will arrive.

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Jack, meet Ultra Magnus," Arcee introduced her human partner to the missing commander of the Autobots.

Jack looked shocked as he took a look at Ultra Magnus. He was light blue while Optimus was dark blue. The commander had a strict look on his faceplate. What was his problem? Sure, there was a war still going on because since Cybertron, the home planet of the Cybertronians, including the Autobots, Decepticons, and the Predacons, was dead so the idiotic Decepticons moved the war towards Earth when they discovered that the Autobots had been hiding there. Honestly, Megatron was too evil and stupid for actually settling the war on Earth. Earth! The planet was involved in many wars already, especially WWI and WWII.

But let's get to the point: what's been happening?

Well, the Decepticons discovered where the Autobots had been hiding. Before it got blown up, Optimus ordered everyone to leave the base and a serious warning: don't use the phone to call or send anything. If they do, then the Decepticons can track your signal, which can lead a serious danger. Jack went with Arcee, Miko with Bulkhead, and finally Raf with Bumblebee. Eventually, the base got exploded. Optimus got seriously wounded that Smokescreen found him. He was a smart rookie for hiding him so that Optimus can possibly heal and be safely hidden. Sadly, the damage was too much that Optimus was slowly offlining. He didn't want to leave, especially not Y/N. She was a half-Predacon and half-Cybertronian. She was an Autobot. So, it means that Y/N's carrier or sire was a Predacon while the other was Cybertronian. She was found wounded in a forest by Optimus and he took her to the Autobots base. Poor Y/N... She remembered how scared she was when she was there. I mean, she was wounded, lost on Earth, and didn't know anyone. She lost her creators thanks to the war. She eventually learned fast how to take care of herself.

When Optimus met her, he couldn't help but thought that Y/N was a unique and beautiful femme he'd ever seen. I mean, she was half-Cybertronian and half-Predacon. He had seen full Predacons before like Predaking. Soon, he'll meet Darksteel and Skylynx who were brothers. Y/N had wings and a tail so she was very unique. She was thankful to fly and control her balance more. The human kids loved Y/N. Miko, of course, asked too many questions that at one point, Jack and Raf had to stop her since they noticed when Y/N got uncomfortable and scared.

But anyway, that all happened before the big explosion. Optimus grew in fact closer to Y/N that he was the only one at the base who Y/N trusted. She would stay by his side, help him and ask questions. Optimus gladly helped her whenever she was scared or asked questions. He also found her adorable in secret. He sometimes asked himself about her like her wings for example. Were they sensitive? Maybe they were? He will only know if he touched it. If Y/N ever allowed it.

While Y/N was with the Autobots, it didn't mean that she met everyone. She didn't meet Ultra Magnus at the time. He was a strict commander of the Autobots and was light blue and red. His vehicle was very similar to the Prime. His shoulderplates were weird, kinda. No disrespect. But oh boy, Y/N hated Magnus. When he saw her, he was only coldhearted and strict towards her. Y/N's fighting style was dancing but the commander didn't like it that he forbid her to do so. It was like this:

The Autobots just came back after a fight again with the Decepticons. The fight was brutal this time. Apparently, the Decepticons had a new 'weapon' and it was a full Predacon! It was a male and in fact, the ruler of the race when they went instinct many years ago thanks to Megatron himself. Shockwave managed to bring the king back from the dead. His name was Predaking. He was huge! After all, he was a male and a ruler. Since Y/N was half-Predacon, she actually can't transform. Some Cybertronians who were half-Predacons, couldn't actually transform. Some can, some couldn't. Y/N didn't mind that she couldn't transform. She liked how she looked, even having a Predacon tail and wings.

But everyone was wounded. Y/N fought against the male Predacon himself. Their fight was rough and they bit and clawed. But Y/N managed to trick him by dancing. Fighting was a little bit of dancing if you didn't know. You were moving and using your whole frame. It was exhausting for Y/N, but she won.

Ultra Magnus, however, didn't like her fighting style that he brought her into a private chamber. He closed the door and faced her, with his usual strict expression. "Soldier, I want you to change the style."

Y/N lifted her optical ridge up in confusion. What did the commander mean by that? Her armor? Her outgoing? What was it? "What do you mean?"

"Change your fighting style. Also, I forbid you from ever going to fight with us."

Y/N couldn't believe what she heard. Was he really serious? Was he going to forbid her from going out to fight? But what about Optimus Prime? He still wasn't found! He was missing ever since the big explosion that the Decepticons caused weeks ago. The human kids spread around together with their guardians and they weren't allowed to not use any technology or else the Decepticons will track them down. Jack, stupid enough, used his cellphone to text his mother that he was fine. It was understandable for a kid to text its parent to let them know that they were fine. But when it came to the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons, then it was important to listen to the advice.

Ultra Magnus simply left the private chamber, leaving the poor half-Predacon femme alone.

That's basically how it happened. Ever since that day, Y/N didn't come out a lot from her berthroom. She was very spark broken ever since the strict commander told her those words. He forbid her from searching Optimus, who was still missing at the moment. How could he say that? Y/N cared deeply for Optimus just like the entire team. He was their leader but also someone that would protect others and be willing to sacrifice his life.

Y/N would only recharge all day. She ate and drank of course but it wasn't a lot like she used. Basically, how a normal Cybertronian ate. If you didn't know, humans can die from broken hearts. It was in fact a Broken heart syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome. It was very sad to have that like heart disease. Not only humans can have that syndrome but also Cybertronians, especially the Predacons, full or not. Y/N attracted that syndrome. Everyone says that action speaks louder than words, but words hurt more than actions. Y/N had shortness of breathing and having chassis pains. That was the most common syndrome of heart disease.

Ratchet, the medic of the team wasn't blind at all and was trained to notice signs of any health problems. Since Y/N was showing those signs, he did the tests and diagnosed her with Broken Heart Syndrome or should I say Broken Spark Syndrome? Ratchet kept a close optic on her and made her take medication, especially if she showed signs of chassis pains and shortness of breath.

But meanwhile in the main room of the base...

Ratchet was updating Y/N's health on the Cybertronian computer since it was important for the medics to keep new updates so that they can keep the information. There was actually no standard treatment for the syndrome that Y/N had, but you can survive with medication and as long as you're being careful. Not only do doctors like Ratchet keep updates safe but also dentists as well. Ratchet was mad at Ultra Magnus for saying hurtful words but kept it quiet. It was time that others should watch out for what comes out of their mouths. Words can damage someone and give an illness. He began to ask himself how would Optimus react if he found out about that...

Bumblebee then walked up to Ratchet and beeped a question at him.

Ratchet signed and looked over his shoulderplate. "No, Bumblebee. Y/N is still a little bit weak to come out. I am doing the best I can to help her on track. But her syndrome doesn't have a standard treatment. Just like on humans."

Bumblebee frowned and let out a sad whirl. He saw Y/N as his good friend and cared for her as a friend. He was mad at the commander for saying those words that he nearly attacked her. Didn't the idiotic commander notice at all how much he damaged her? Why was he even doing this?! Just because she was a half-Predacon!? Bumblebee clenched his fists in anger as he started to shake.

Ratchet, being a smart aft medic, noticed it and quickly placed his servo on the scout's shoulderplate. "Easy, Bumblebee." Just as Ratchet wanted to say something further, his computer caught a signal. He quickly went to the device and Bumblebee looked curiously over his shoulderplate.

"Hahaha!" Ratchet began to laugh and clapped his servos happily. That caught everyone's attention as they walked up to him, except Y/N, who was still sadly in her berthroom to rest. She did hear Ratchet's happy laugh, which was confusing, but she didn't bother to check since she felt weak. Ratchet turned around fast with a big smile on his faceplate. "Optimus is alive!"

That caused everyone to cheer happily. Y/N fell asleep at that time. She didn't hear Ratchet's loud voice that said that Optimus was alive and coming soon to the base.

2 hours later~

"Awesome! Optimus is now like 2.0!" Miko happily jumped as she was fascinated by Optimus' new look.

"It's good to have you back, Optimus," Arcee said with a smile.

Everyone was saying how happy they were to see and have Optimus Prime back. The leader was smiling as he listened to everyone with respect. He was happy to see them as well. Even though he was almost offline for good, he thought about others, especially Y/N. But wait, where was she? He saw his friends but not Y/N. He frowned. What happened to her while he was missing? He wondered about her every day. He nearly did join the AllSpark and taking the servo of his mentor, Alpha Trion. The old smart mech understood his student's decision. He even teased Optimus to get the spark of the half-Predacon. He blushed.

Ratchet seem to realize Optimus' frown and he immediately knew that it was about Y/N. He walked up to his leader. "Optimus, I have to speak to you. It's urgent."

Optimus nodded in understanding. Of course, he heard Ratchet's serious tone, which meant that he was deadly serious, especially for being a medic. His job was to take care of others and help if needed. They both went to a private chamber to speak while others stayed. Ultra Magnus, however, got a bad feeling...

Ratchet closed the door and turned to face Optimus. "Optimus, while you were gone, others had a fight against the Decepticons. They had a new 'weapon' it was a full Predacon... a mech. He's named Predaking, the ruler of the Predacons. Y/N fought against him. I must say, I am impressed with her fighting moves. Dancing. Ultra Magnus didn't like her style at all. I saw them going to a private chamber. I learned from Y/N that Magnus forbid her from going out and he forced her to change her style..." He sighed and took a deep breath. "As a result, Y/N has Broken Heart Syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome in humans. But I called it the Broken Spark Syndrome. She has trouble breathing and having chassis pains. I made her take medication."

Optimus couldn't believe what he heard. How could Ultra Magnus do this? He was getting angry. The commander took it too far by his words. He look calmy at Ratchet and nodded. "Thank you for the information old friend. I will speak to commander Ultra Magnus and see Y/N."

Ratchet nodded back and they left the private chamber. Ultra Magnus knew that he was busted. Optimus slowly walked up to the commander, with a disappointed and angry expression on his faceplate. He took the commander to somewhere private and let's just say that Optimus was so stern. He also finally punished the commander for what he said to Y/N. Ratchet was satisfied and mumbled under his breath: "As humans say: 'Get rekt'."

Optimus then walked through the hallway corridors, searching for Y/N's berthroom. Each bot had a nameplate hanging against the door. It was easier for everyone to find each other, except for humans since they were so small. But good that the kids remembered which room was who. They drew small symbols on each door of the bot. Ratchet got a symbol of a doctor, Bumblebee got a bee, Arcee a motorcycle, etc. Y/N had a dragon, even though she couldn't transform into a Predacon.

Optimus knocked on the door gently as he found Y/N's door. After no response, he softly opened the door and peaked in. He smiled softly once he saw Y/N recharging peacefully. But he was still worried about her health after all. He walked to Y/N, closing the door softly to not wake her up. He caressed her helm with his gentle digits and he smiled once he heard her purr. Predacons can purr a lot. Yes, even Optimus can too but not a lot like the Predacons can, even half ones. Optimus continued to caress as he sat down carefully, lifting Y/N's helm and laid it on his lap. For some reason, laps were so comfy. No wonder humans and Cybertronians fall asleep easily, even falling asleep on someone's body. It was so cute when a male slept on top of the female as a couple or friends. Family too. But mostly, females slept on top of the males.

Y/N softly moaned in her sleep as she moved a bit. She felt very comfortable. But that's when she groaned and had trouble breathing. She panted and Optimus got worried. He then noticed the medication on her nightstand. He grabbed it and then Y/N gasped and sat up, her servo on her chassis.

"Easy, Y/N," the familiar deep voice said.

Y/N snapped her helm towards the very familiar deep voice and gasped. it was Optimus! Wait, he was really here?! She was about to say something but Optimus silenced her by cupping her cheekplate, causing her to blush a lot. He helped her take the medication and soon, she breathed normally. But she felt then sleepy again. Optimus noticed it and softly pushed her down. "Recharge, Y/N. Your body needs more rest."

Y/N smiled softly and fell asleep. She can now catch a lot of rest since Optimus was alive and well. She found him more handsome. His new look, now strong body, etc. But she loved his hips, smile, voice, and smirk. As she was sleeping, she felt soft dermas on hers. Optimus was kissing her, just like in the movie Sleeping Beauty.

I apologize if it isn't familiar a lot. I decided to try and make it a little cuter for the fans, especially the ending part.

#optimus prime #transfomers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus prime #fluff #one shot #romance #x reader #reader #x predacon reader #broken heart syndrome #comfort #missing #optimus prime x reader

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lovecinnatwist · 3 years

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Hope u stay safe and healthy! Abo with omega dick and alpha Jay, fluff if possible? Thanks :)

Hi Anon! I am in fact safe and healthy! Have a nice little ficlet of Alpha!Jason and Omega!Dick being very glad that their little pup is also safe, healthy and coming home.

Where the heart is - JayDick Omegaverse

Tags: Kid Fic, Omegaverse, Alpha Jason, Omega Dick, surrogate parent/adoption, lactating/milking Helena Wayne is Helena Mary Grayson Todd

Sometimes Dick Grayson forgets that his mate is an alpha.

It’s easy to do when Jason’s so sweet in a way that’s distinctively omegan. Perhaps it’s the influence of the mother who left him or remnants from the tender affection B only had for his second pup. It’s something soft and tender and so uniquely him that makes Dick love him more and more everyday.

Jason curls around him effortlessly. Warm muscles squeeze tight enough to be pleasant, but not chafing.

Dick has always been a runner. Jason understands that and leaves a clear exit open at all times. A difficult obstacle for traditional courting rituals. Not that the alpha had any challenge clearing hurdle after hurdle. Jason is anything but traditional as well.

So is their current situation.

A large warm hand rests on his shoulder. The heat bleeding out is more than soothing to his already twitching instincts. There’s no reason to be nervous. After all this is a natural occurrence. The pup with latch, Dick knows it will but still his heart flutters with nervousness.

Jason’s rumble soothes the eagerness away. It quells the barrage of emotions ready to burst.

“ Mr and Ms Grayson - Todd? “

The agent from CPS is wonderfully nice, light brown eyes glittering with excitement. The delightful purr of her tone of voice betrays her enthusiasm. Just as Jason’s rise in happy-hopeful-ready betrays his. Dick’s been dreaming of this day for a long time. Long before the aspiration had been stolen from him by a knife. Then again by age and a barely functioning body strung out by high stress.

It’s Jason’s strength that helps him stand.

The sleepy scent of milk and pup adorn the air like perfume. Even before Dick spots his- no their- daughter, every part of his instincts sing. His breast began to ache immediately. The grueling weeks of hormone treatments and supplements are finally worth it.

Worth it as Doctor Leslie gives him tiny, little Helena.

Dick thinks he’s been in love with her since the moment he saw her behind glass. From the moment his breast began to ache when they gave him a few of her blankets to add to his nest. From the very moment Jason told him he could have her.

She’s heavy in a way Dick doesn’t expect. The weight is foreign yet so comfortable to bear. The alpha does not press to see her, or to touch her. Dick gets a few precious moments to marvel at the prettiest pup he’s ever seen.

Gorgeous green eyes open up in seemingly joyful curiosity. Though potentially, it might just be his hopeful outlook that makes it appear that way. Dick wants so badly for her to love him. To love them- to belong to their little broken family. To an omega who is half of what they should be and an alpha who is dysphoric instead of dominating.

The scent of milk is strong enough to draw the pup to root amongst the fabric covering his breast. It’s a gentle motion, one made precious by the very soft sounds of pup calling for pack. Dick’s throat is tight from emotion. Luckily his partner wastes no time in letting out a soothing rumble. The vibrations of the action shakes against his back.

Hot tears sting two different sets of blue eyes.

“She should be quite hungry. It’s time for her lunch time feeding. I’m sure she would greatly appreciate milk from her mommy. “

The word mommy devastates him. It washes his soul out to sea, and wraps him in a whirlpool of bliss. It’s too much and not enough at the same. This child- this pup is going to see him as her dame. She will spend the rest of her life in a warm safe nest never knowing anything but love and affection. Dick hopes that she will love him despite not being apart of her DNA. For not being able to give birth to her himself.

Jason’s touch breaks the track of that train of thought.

It’s a dance to bring a beading nipple to her hungry little mouth. Jason, who is leagues more natural, helps Dick undress and get both him and the pup comfortable. If Dick is lost to the tides, the alpha is a wreckage on the bluff. The chair is big enough for both soon to be parents.

Jason’s warmth is ever present and grounding.

The massive fingers that trail down Helena’s face makes her look so tiny. Like a delicate little thing that could be broken by too fast a movement. Not that Jason has the capacity to be anything but gentle. His heart bleeds for people. It bleeds out until the entirety of Gotham is red with his protection.

It takes both of them together to get Helena to Dick’s leaking breast. The pup whines as she struggles to get the nipple in her mouth. She’s more familiar with the bottle they had told him. That it would take time but eventually she would suckle. There’s no inhale or exhale as the pup attempts to nurse.

Then like magic she latches.

The tears refuse to be held back. Dick’s heart alarmingly full as Helena feeds forcefully but eagerly. The moment she gets a mouth full she’s quick to take more. Her hungry little mouth makes loud sounds and she feeds. Jason purrs in encouragement. His hand lightly tickles her wispy black curls.

She’s perfect. She’s perfect wonderful and Dick won’t know what to do if they can’t take her home today.

Luckily they don’t have to find out. Both breast get equal attention as the infant switches from one to another. It’s so natural and easy Dick doesn’t know why he had let himself worry to begin with. They pass with flying colors. After the feeding and burping both he and Jason get a neat stack of forms that require their signatures.

Then she’s free to leave with them.

Jason holds Helena as Dick takes his turn to sign. The alpha looks so at ease with their baby girl in his arms. His muscular frame dwarfing her’s. Dick hopes that the pup knows there is no place safer than in her father’s arms. Even if she seems grumpy as he harrasses her in her drowsy state.

Dick has to steal her back when the alpha kisses her nose, drawing a very upset puppy whine from her still developing vocal chords. Jason is absolutely heartbroken to let her go. At some point when Leslie goes to process the paperwork they get to be alone with their daughter.

Helena Mary Grayson-Todd.

Jason takes to sating his instincts by smothering Dick instead of their very sleepy pup.

“She’s so beautiful. “He murmurs, voice low enough not to set her off again. The thickness of the words would be impossible not to recognize. Though he’s doing a good job holding it together, Dick can tell the alpha is close to tears. The gravity of the situation finally sinks in.

“ You were perfect Dickie. “

The nickname melts down his spine, deep and warm like something butter. Typically that tone would make his eyes flutter shut. His body going loose and lax against his mate. Not now however. Now while his eyes are so busy trying to memorize everything about their pup.

The process had been grueling. They had to get Jason legal, find a reputable company, pick a donor, try on each of her ovulations, suffer when it didn’t take, then try again, then the paper work, the fees, the complications, the waiting- Oh God the waiting.

It had been the worst, most agonizing part. Right after the premature birth, and watching their little one breathe in a little shallow tank, kept warm by heat lamps.

How Dick wishes he could have just taken her home that very first day.

Not that it matters anymore. Not when she’s theirs now. Not when she get’s to come home today and be put in their nest where she belongs. Right in-between her two parents.

God Dick doesn’t know how he’ll manage to share her. The perfect pup in his arms is just so wonderful. It’s been such a long agonizing journey, he barely wants to hand her over to her sire.

He laughs, wetly, trying not to wake Helena from her nap.

“ If I can’t share you with Daddy how will I give you to your aunties and uncles huh? “

Jason’s laugh is close to his ear, sweet and silent to the point where it barely breathes. The soft sound makes his toes curl in his shoes. The searing comfort of love and happiness runs through his body as happy chills.

It’s something to get familiar with. The quiet laugh of a father trying not to wake their pup.

He looks at those watery blue-green eyes and Dick is falling in love all over again.

God who knew they could end up here? The two of them- finally starting a family together. That they could walk away from a life of pain and agony, to gift themselves something so beautiful.

For the first time in months, giving up the moniker doesn’t feel so suffocating.

When Jason laces their fingers together over their pup he knows his husband, his mate, the half of his heart agrees.

All while the new half lays in their arms, peaceful, healthy and forever loved.

#jaydick #omegaverse #alpha!jason #omega!dick #ficlet #request #kid fic #fluffy fluff #mommy Dick #Daddy Jason #ficlets

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band--psycho · 3 years

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Make Up Sex (Smut)-Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt 35 for Anon-Where did this attitude come from // With Fred Weasley (Prompt in bold)

Prompt List Requests / 1.3k Writing Celebration Masterlist / Harry Potter Era Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, slight degradation (if that’s not your thing don’t read below the cut)

I’m also gonna use this as my seventh entry to @girl-next-door-writes bingo challenge, I hope you enjoy!

(Photo not mine~credit to the owner)

Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since Fred broke up with me. Since he broke my heart. Our relationship had been hard, not because of us but because of everyone around us. At first it was just stupid things, like people saying that we’d never work because I’m a Slytherin and he’s a Gryffindor but as time went on, I began to hear rumours about him and Angelina. I tried my best to ignore them, to just brush off their comments..but sometimes it was hard to believe...When I would see them together, they just seemed to fit. Like they were soulmates. And just like that, I felt myself distancing from him...and when I did go to ask him about the rumours...he broke up with me. That was enough to show me that the rumours clearly weren’t just rumours, that everything I’d been told was true. And I’d spent the last three weeks successfully avoiding him. Until now. Professor Flitwick decided to pair us up for a Charms project, I’d tried talking to him before class asking to change partners but Flitwick wasn’t budging on his decision. Which leads me to my current situation, being sat in the library with my ex who I was still head over heels in love with.

”So...Um...how’ve you been?,” Fred asked, attempting to break the awkward silence and tension that was between us. I mentally cursed myself for how I clenched my thighs together with every word he speaks. I was angry. I was hurt. And I was so sexually frustrated it was driving me insane. There was no one like Fred, no lover that could live up to him...that could make me feel the way he did.

“Absolutely terrific, thanks,” I replied bluntly, not lifting my eyes away from the book I was pretending to read.

“Yeah,well that’s...that’s good,” Fred said with a small smile.

“Isn’t it just,” I quipped back sarcastically, feeling the need to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

I noticed Fred eyebrow rise at the harshness of my tone "Where did this attitude come from?” he asked, shutting his book and focusing his eyes on me.

“What did you expect? For things between us to be okay?” I don’t know what it was that made me snap, maybe it was the fact like he was acting like nothing had happened and he didn’t break my heart or maybe it was the fact that I was still mad at myself for feeling the way I did about him, either way, I snapped.

“I..I don’t know...I just wasn’t expecting things to be like this,” He stuttered out, eyes wide in shock. I’d never snapped at him like that before.

“Like what, Fred?” I sighed running a hand through my hair in frustration, “You broke my heart, I’m sorry I can’t just act like it didn’t happen” I finished, grabbing my other books and making my way out of the library, ignoring Fred pleas to stay. But then he grabbed my arm and I felt my heart race begin to quicken at his touch. I could’ve just walked off like I’d planned to but I couldn’t...I don't’ know why, but I couldn't

“..I broke your heart?” He asked quietly, sounding genuinely shocked, but that only made my anger grow.

Of course he broke my heart.

“Of course you did!” I whisper shouted, pulling my arm away from his hand, attempting once again to leave the library but once again I was stopped. It wasn’t through Fred's actions instead it was his words, “But you acted like it didn’t even bother you.”

“I was devastated, Fred, just because I didn’t break down in tears in front of you doesn’t mean it didn’t crush me,” I said finally meeting his gaze, desperately trying to keep myself together.

“I...I’m sorry, I thought...I thought you didn’t want to be with me..”

“Why..why would you think that..?” I asked, my tone calmer than before noticing the sadness in his eyes as he walked closer towards me, rubbing the back of his neck while his eyes darted from mine.

“Because...you were just so distant...I didn’t think you were happy with me...I broke up with you so you could be happy with someone…even if that person wasn’t me,” he admitted, his words cutting me like a dagger. I had no idea how to respond to that...he thought I didn't want to be with him...that I would be happier with someone else...there was no one else in the world that would make me as happy as Fred.

“I was distant because I thought you didn’t want to be with me...I heard the rumours about you and Angelina and how much time you were spending with each other ...but I couldn’t...I couldn’t break up with you….so I just...” I attempted to explain, my voice trailing off at the end as I tried to not break down in front of him.

“She’s my friend, she was just giving me advice on how to make you happy….when I said I broke up with you she nearly hexed me…she told me I was making the biggest mistake of my life ...and she was right” I looked up at him in shock, realising just how close we were now.

“Breaking up with you was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done and I’ve regretted it ever since I’ve done it….”

“Fred..” I breathed shakily, wanting to do nothing except kiss him.

“I mean it y/n/n….I miss you..so fucking much..” He whispered, his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips.

“Show me…”I mumbled, nervously moving closer towards him.

“What?”

“Show me how much you’ve missed me…” I repeated, glancing down at his lips as his hands raised to my face, caressing my cheeks.

“Are you sure you want this…..because if I start kissing you..I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” he breathed against my lips.

“Then don’t stop,” and with that he crashed his lips onto mine.

~~~~~~~

We wasted no time in rushing up to his dorm room. Before I could do anything, Fred captured my lips again in another passionate kiss, wasting no time in taking each and every item of clothing off my body. He pushed me back on to the bed, quickly taking off his shirt and trousers before locking lips with me again. The kiss was full of all the passion and desperation we’d both been feeling, I couldn’t help but moan slightly as I felt his bulge continue to grow.

“Oh I know that look,” Fred grinned in satisfaction, knowing exactly what the look that was dancing in my y/e/c eyes meant. He knew me all too well, part of me hated it but in times like this, I absolutely loved it because he knew what I needed. He knew how desperately I needed him. His fingers traced my exposed body, all the places that his fingers touched made my skin burn with an aching desire for more. I’d tried so hard to forget this feeling, this feeling that only he could give me...no one else could make me feel like this. I didn’t crave anyone in the way I craved him. His touch. His lips. The feeling of him inside me. And it all felt right, like it was meant to be.

“You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you, princess, so desperate for my cock,” His hands ran down my bare thighs as he said those words, squeezing them softly before placing delicate kisses on the inside of my thighs. The action made me ache with desire even more, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second as I imagined the feeling of his huge cock inside me.

Fuck I needed him.

I needed him like I needed oxygen.

“How much did you miss it?” He asked, pressing a trail of kisses down my chest while he pressed himself into me. I felt myself go giddy when I felt how hard his cock was, even if it was through his boxers.

“So...so much,.sir..please..”

“Please? Please what? What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, sir,” I panted, I needed

“I will,” he whispered, kissing up and down the inside of my thigh, before hovering over my pussy, a triumphant smile coming across his face. He’d barely even touched me and my pussy was already soaked

“Just not yet,” he said, placing a delicate kiss on my clit before moving off of the bed. I couldn’t help but whine in frustration, that kiss on my clit was nearly enough to make me explode. He knew what he was doing. Teasing me. That was something that Fred loved to do to me, he loved to tease me to the point of insanity, until I was an absolute mess.

“Get on your knees, princess,” he ordered. An order which I obviously obeyed, moving off of the silk sheets onto the cold floor. The sudden coolness on my hot body only seemed to add to my pleasure.

Quickly he stepped out of his boxers, finally freeing his large cock. Another smirk came over his face as his eyes looked down at me. I could feel myself practically drooling at the sight of it; I’d forgotten just how big he was.

“You ready to take my cock, like the good little cock whore you are?”

“Yes sir,” I answered, nodding eagerly, before placing my lips around the tip of his hardened length, the salty taste of his pre cum dancing on my taste buds.

“Good girl,” he groaned in pleasure, his soft hands running through my y/c/h locks, lightly pushing my head forward, “That’s it take it all in,” he cooed as I relaxed my throat, feeling his shaft fill my entire mouth. I couldn’t help but moan as I bobbed my head up and down his length, slow at first but building in speed as the time went on.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good, princess,” he moaned, I glanced up at him quickly to see he’d thrown his head back in pure pleasure, his eyes shut as he began to move his hips, fucking my mouth in the best way possible.

“Always such a good little cock slut for me, sucking my cock like a pro, princess,” he praised, tangling his hands in my hair as his thrusts became more frantic, my tongue tracing the full length of his cock with each thrust bringing him closer to the release he was so craving.

“Fuck, princess, if you carry on doing that I’m not gonna last much longer,” I couldn’t help but moan at his words, knowing the effect I had on him turned me on even more.

I continued to bob my head up and down on his length, matching the timing of his thrusts, both of us increasing to an erratic speed, “Fuck..I’m gonna..I’m gonna” Fred began breathily but before he had chance to finish his sentence he explodes in my mouth. Fred’s ragged moans echoed around the room as streams of his thick white cum filled my mouth, I did my best to swallow every single drop of it.

“Fuck…”he panted, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a smile, his hands releasing my hair and moving to my face.

“Such a good little slut for me aren’t you, princess," he continued, wiping away some of the cum that had escaped my mouth.

“Always, sir, only for you,” I beamed, leaning into his touch as much as I could.

“Good girl,” his praises made my arousal grow even more, it was almost overwhelming. I let out a small squeal as Fed bent down, picking me up off of the floor, placing me back on the soft silk sheets.

“Think I should reward you for being such a good girl?” He asked, pressing featherlight kisses against my neck as his hands squeezed my breasts lightly.

“Yes...yes sir...pl...please,” I begged, melting into his touch; desperate for him to touch me in the place I craved him the most. As if reading my mind one of his hands wandered down my body, tapping my clit lightly making me squirm in the bed, aching for more.

“I love seeing you like this, so helpless and desperate.” He whispered lustfully, lightly stroking my needy pussy. He moved slightly, so he was back between my legs again, still teasing my core.

“What do you want, princess, use your words,”

“I want...I want you to make me cum...please sir..please…”I pleaded, the desperation clear in my voice. I loved it when Fred teased me, don’t get me wrong, but after so long of not having him, I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him to do something to make me cum.

“Your wish is my command,” and with that his tongue dived into my pussy, lapping up all of the juices of my arousal.

“Shit, princess, I almost forgot how good you tasted,” he whispered against my slit, before diving back in.

“Fu...fuck…” I moaned, biting down on my lower lip to contain the loud noises that threatened to slip out of my mouth.

“Don't do that” Fred warned, his lusty brown eyes locking onto mine.

“I want everyone to know what a whore you are for me, want everyone to hear you screaming my name,” he whispered, blowing a breath of cool air against my pussy, his thumb circling my clit while his fingers teased my entrance, my pussy clenching in anticipation, desperate to feel his fingers deep inside me. It was the only thing I could think about, feeling his fingers and cock deep inside of me hitting all the spots that only he could reach. Before another plea could leave my lips he inserted his long digits into my aching core. All I could do was moan loudly in response as his fingers curled inside me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. While his tongue continued to dance over my aching clit. I couldn’t think clearly, my head was spinning, unable to think of anything else other than euphoric feeling. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except lay in this blissful pleasure. I knew I was close when I felt my pussy beginning to pulsate around his fingers, I desperately tried to chase my high and just as I was about to come undone, he stopped.

“N..no...sir...please-“I whined but before I could finish my sentence Fred raised his eyebrows at me. I knew that was the moment I needed to shut up, no matter how much I needed him.

“Such a naughty little slut…” he taunted, that all too familiar smirk gracing his lips as he pressed the head of his hardened length at my entrance.

“I don’t know if you deserve this….do you think you do?”

“Yes….please sir...please...I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please,” I begged, rolling my hips slightly to try and get some form of contact.

“You say you’ll be good but then you act like this,”

He whispered, placing his hands on my hips, stopping them from moving and getting any form of contact with his large member.

“Good girls don’t act like such needy whores,”

“But I think you’ve earned it,” and in one sudden movement he pushed his cock into me, I couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan as the intense feeling of him inside me took over...a feeling that had only been a thing of my dreams lately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer into me as my hands scratched down his back, both of us letting out a loud moan as his thrusts got faster and faster. There was no other feeling like this. It was the best feeling in the world, nothing ever came close. I was right on the edge, and by how frantic Fred’s thrusts were, I knew he was too.

“I’m...I’m gonna..” I tried to stutter out, but my mind was too lost in pleasure to be able to actually string a sentence together.

“I know, princess, I’ve got you,” he cooed, placing a short yet passionate kiss to your swollen lips.

“Cum for me,,” he breathed against my lips and that was it. That was all I needed to send me hurtling over the edge into the most intense and pleasurable orgasm I’d ever had, a long sultry moan echoing around the room as Fred continued to thrust into me before reaching his own high.

Once we both caught our breath, Fred pulled out of me, and moved so he was sitting next to me. Instantly I snuggled into his chest as one arm wrapped me, while the other grabbed his duvet, covering both of us.

“I love you y/n/n,” He whispered, pressing a delicate kiss to forehead. I drowsily leant up and kissed him sweetly on the cheek.

“I love you too, Freddie,” I whispered back as I snuggled back into his chest. He loved me and I loved him, that was all that mattered. So what if I was a Slytherin and he was Gryffindor, we loved each other and anything else was irrelevant.

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