#feeling realizations

[admrlthundrbolt]

Somebody Told Me (Magna x Chubby Reader x Luck)

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After years of friendship, Magna and Luck couldn't be happier. But what will happen when a sleepy, yet grumpy soft doctor heals them. Will it break their relationship or bring them closer together?

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I recently finished the Black Clover anime, though I am still working through the Manga. I was so excited to write for this series. So when this idea latched onto my brain, I knew what to do. Also expect more stories from this series in the near future. Anywho I hope you enjoy.

P.S.

I have big plans for the 50th story. That may include an immediate throuples back to back.

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Your first meeting was what Magna could only call chaotic. And for once Luck wasn't the cause, even if he was there at the time. It had been after a mission that was thought to take two days. But quickly turned into a week long endeavor. They would have been happy to limp back to the base and sleep off their injuries. If not for their blood loss causing them to pass out in front of Captain Yami.

His last image was his best friend collapsed next to him and a portal close by.

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Yawning you blinked slowly, resting your head on folded arms. Being on the night shift meant boredom without the option to nap. Still as you sat there, you could feel your eyes droop ever lower. Maybe a few minutes wouldn't hurt.

That would have been the case. If not for the huge guy with two people slung over his shoulders. He kicked the med bay door in with ease. “Hey Owen. I got a couple of squadmates here. Might be bleeding out or somethin'.” He tried to keep his tone steady. But the warm sensation of blood seeping into his shirt was getting to him.

Slowly lifting your head you shook it. “Boss is out. I'm the night shift.” Shuffling over to a nearby window, you pointed at the bed closet to it. “Place them there.” Another yawn passed through your lips before you could finish your sentence.

His face pinched in annoyance. He could feel the unsteady breathe of his comrades. While you mosied around and looked bored. Placing Luck on the bed you pointed at, as gently as he could. He moved to put Magna on the one beside it.

A deep frown came over your face. “Can you not follow instructions.” You left the window and turned him back towards the first bed. “It’ll work better with them together.” Heading back to the curtains, you waited for him to place them together.

His temper was threatening to get the better of him. But as he saw his friends lay on that bed. Covered in blood and chests barely raising. He managed to hold his tounge. “OK, what now?”

“We let it in.” Throwing the curtains back, your hands began to move wildly. Eyes filling with the same moon beams you were weaving. Cocooning the two men with strands of light.

He watched in amazement as your hands danced over them. As the strands enclosed them, creating a bright shield that was hard to focus on. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the blinding light. So intense that he almost couldn't see the color returning to their complexion. Your magic was allowing their life to return to them.

Your next words pulled him from his shock. “Grab me a chair and a cup of coffee while you're at it.”

He scrambled to fulfill your demands. In hindsight he would be annoyed with not pushing back against you. But in that moment you were helping his teammates. So all thoughts of impeding that weren't allowed to enter his mind. His friends were in trouble and this was how he could lend a hand.

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His eyes fluttered open, quickly shutting back as the light filtering into the room. The first rays of sun light shining through the open curtains. Squinting he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. The room was clean, to clean, in a sterile sort of way. Turning his head he sees Magna next to him. A weight he hadn't notice lifted from his chest.

Memories flooded back, of the much more powerful than expected enemy. They had underestimate him, but that made Luck all the more excited. A chance to go all out, his vision went red.

Next thing he knew, his best friend was helping him stumble home. He hadn't even been able to stay conscious. A breathless laugh bubbled up his throat. Causing a wince to wrack his body. He might be healed, but he still felt like one of the Captain's wild beast had ran him over. Shifting he was surprised when his hand bumped into something.

He wasn't expecting to see someone's head and arms resting on the bed. He couldn't remember you and your mana was fairly low. But there was something about the way your full cheek squished against your arm. How you managed to look so peaceful in such an uncomfortable position. It was cute and he unconsciously couldn't tear his eyes away from your plush form.

Until the sound of your voice caused a jolt to pass down his spin. “It's rude to stare you know.” Opening one eye, you glared at him. Sitting up, your arms stretching above your head.

He tried to think up with a good come back. Only to be distracted by the sliver of skin showing under your raised shirt. It was plush and looked so pliable. Pulling his gaze away, he noticed your eyes on him. He didn't miss the disgruntled look that had settled on your face. He became annoyed with himself, knowing he was the cause.

“Sorry.” Then he trailed off not sure what to say next. Until he realized he didn't know who he was apologizing to. “Who are you?”

Standing you looked down at him. “I'm the night shift of the castle medbay.” You had said you official title more times than you could remember. Everyone assumed Owen worked day and night with no breaks. Which made you label them as idiots. Working with mostly royals, you would think they could afford a bit of common sense.

He shook his head, a slightly disturbing grin settling on his face. “No silly, what's your name?”

You paused at that. Giving out your job description was normal, but your name. That was a rare occurrence. Shrugging your shoulder, you answered him. “I'm (Y/N), now stay still so I can check you over.”

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Magna's body felt heavy and stiff. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he stared up at an odd ceiling. His eyes narrowed and his heart rate began to pick up. But the sound of Luck's voice nearby calmed his nerves.

Sitting up, he grunted at the pang of discomfort that ran through him. Looking around the room, he wasn't surprised. With the shape they came back in, it was no wonder that they ended up in the med bay. If he had one complaint about the Black Bulls, it was that they had no healer. In combat it was nice to have fire power. But it would be better to have someone to keep you from bleeding out.

“Hey sleepy head.” His friend exclaimed. He was getting a once over from Owen. The older man smiled in his direction, but continued his examination.

Nodding in his direction, he leaned back against the headboard. He may have drifted back to sleep. If not for the fact that Luck began to vibrate in his chair. Looking his way, he could already see that glazed expression in his eyes. Someone with a ton of mana must be heading in their direction. Before anyone could react, he was darting at the entrance. Lightning coating his feet as he propelled himself at the mystery person.

A blindingly bright light filled the doorway, gathering around your form. Once coalesced the light haloed your body like a gossamer robe. Glaring at the blonde, you waited for an explanation. Why would you're patient, who was on death's door yesterday, be attacking you.

A deranged smile was almost splitting his face in two. His heart was hammering against his chest as he bounced back. Crouching down, ready to pounce again. “Fight me!”

You yawned and shook your head. “I know I'm not the most professional person. But beating the shit out of my patient would be career suicide. Wouldn't you agree Boss.” You glanced at Owen, refusing to take your full attention off your psycho patient.

Before the shocked doctor could reply, the blonde launched in your direction again. With a wave of your hand he becomes wrapped in moon beams. Lazily gazing him over, you can't help but think of how good it looks. He's so pretty tied up in your magic. Trusted up and at your mercy. You dont miss the way his eyes are gleeming as you tighten the restraints. Now isn't the time for those thoughts though. You were a professional after all. Flicking your fingers his body is heaved back onto the bed.

He doesn't want to admit just how impressed he is with you. Excitement and something he could quite put his finger on bubbled in his gut. “Just one spar, I won't tell. Please.”

This cause two reactions. You shutting him up with a streak of light wrapped across his mouth. And his friend staring between the two of you in confusion. You were this plush celestial being of light. Someone who had apparently saved them. Yet could take the smiling berserker on without a sweat. To hear Luck ask for a fight wasn't a surprise. But to practically beg, well that was something else.

Walking over to the senor medic you nodded in the other mens’ direction. “How are they?” You could tell the blonde was much better. Probably even able to go home, if not for the worry over their previous condition. He would definitely need to stay for observation. At least for one more night. The other man, you were relieved, he had finally woken up. Their captian had told you he was the one to get them home. So his exhaustion came with reason. Still you liked to be there when your patient became conscious. Never know what may happen.

He gave you a weary look. He was honestly surprised at your restraint when dealing with the hyperactive blonde. You were usually the type to ignore pleasantries and heal up whatever happened later. He did not want another Solid incident. “I've finished checking over Luck. Hadn't gotten to Magna yet. But I'll leave that to you.”

Packing up his things, he was relieved to head home. You got a bit touchy when it came to your patients. Something about your lunar mana causing you to connect with them for a while. He wasn't going to question it though. You were great at your job and knew how to knock the royals down a peg or two. It was always amusing to see their reaction to your attitude. But he knew you wouldn't have any trouble out of these two. There eyes lingered on you just a bit to much. They wanted your attention, he had no doubt about it.

Patting the man's arm affectionately, you pushed him towards the door. “Sure thing, go get some rest Boss. I'll take care of this, no problem.” Making your way over you started to examen the two toned haired man.

He thought that Luck struggling next to him would have been more of a distraction. But your hands and eyes on him were maddening. You were thorough, checking for any leftover injuries from top to bottom. Warm soft hands ran across his ribs, causing his pulse to skyrocket. Shifting your hands, you paused over his heart. Brows scrunching together as you felt it pounding.

“Does your family have a history of heart conditions?” You were sure this didn't have to do with your magic. His heart hadn't suffered any damage that you had repaired. Still it didn't hurt to check into these things.

He tried to answer you, he really did. But your plush hand splayed on top of his hammering heart wasn't helping. It was like your very presence had shut off his brain. Glancing away, he attempted to gather himself. Only to be met with his friend's gleaming eyes. They were full of mirth and understanding. Yeah, this wasn't helping.

You waited as patiently as you could. Looking up at him, you saw him looking down at his squadmate. Lightly smacking his chest, you scowled. “Hey buddy, I asked you a question. So stop making eyes at your teammate and answer me.”

Jolting to attention he shook his head. “Nnnot that I know of.”

Heaving out a sigh you shrugged. “Well, we'll just hope it's not a common occurrence.” He wanted to agree with you. But his eyes met Luck's and narrowed. The blonde looked up at him in amusement. Cluing him into just how your next meeting may go.

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Thus began their competition for your attention. Any excuse they had to head to the capital and see you, they took. Yami needed paperwork taken to the Wizard King? They would half destroy the base to figure out who would go. A squadmate had to go to the medical ward. The two of them would be the first to volunteer to escort them.

God forbid either of them had the slightest injury. They were darting towards the capital without a second thought. The amount of times one or both of them snuck off in the middle of the night. It was enough to target them for Yami's wrath.

They had agreed to go see you together this evening. But an argument quickly started on mode of transportation. “I'm not riding on yer back. Sides, there's no way ya have enough mana to get to the capital and back.” A smug grin settled on his face at the blonde's frown. He knew that his Crazy Cyclone could get there and return with no problem. Relying on magic with no anchor, that could result in blacking out. Especially over long distances.

He didn't want to admit that the other man was right. Getting there wouldn't be a problem. But there was no telling what he may use mana on while there. It was always fun to challenge you, so he knew he would be low on the way back. Still using his raw magical ability to get them there would show his power. And give him the upper hand over Magna. Something in his pride was screaming at him to prove himself to both of you. “I can do it. You're just afraid that I'm leaving you in the dust.” Smiling broadly at his friend, he waited for his retaliation.

Mouth dropping in a frown, he was annoyed at how well the other man could read him. It wasn't only with you that he felt like Luck was pulling ahead with. It made his chest ached in a way he could explain when he saw his improvement. Part of him was happy for his friend’s growth. While another part was sad at the thought of being left behind. So instead of processing the feelings and thoughts swirling in his head. He threw a fire ball at his teammate.

The scuffle didn't last long. It had happened in it's usual manner. Fling fire, run from fire, tons of yelling. And as usual Yami was the one to break it up. He couldn't get a moment of peace with these morons.

Grabbing the two by the scruff of their uniforms, he glared down at them. “Is there any particular reason you two are interrupting my beauty sleep?” Magna had enough preservation to look sheepish. While Luck just grin up at him, seeming unbothered. Though that didn’t stop the captian from noticing how figity he was. There was something they were anxious to get to. “Talk now."

Eyes widening the two tone haired man attempted to explain. “Well, ya see we're going ta see someone. Jus’ a friend really. An’ we wanted ta get there fast. So we could get plenty of rest fer tomorrow's duties. But we couldn't decide what ta take….” He didn't want to admit a stupid fight broken out. Glad to see that Luck was nodding along with his explanation. Though it was obvious by the captain's face that he had read between the lines.

He looked down at the young men. If they were working together, to some extent. Then this meant a lot to them. So to save himself the trouble, he decided to shirk the problem on someone else. Dropping the men to the ground, he waved his hand and walks away. “Go bother Finral for a ride. Tell him captain's orders.” Turning he glared over his shoulder. “Just make sure not to make issues at the capital. I don't want to hear about it from the other captains.”

The friends quietly celebrated the easy solution offered. Not thinking about how Yami knew where they were heading. Or how much of a spectacle they would cause at the up coming Festival.

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The time had rolled around for the Star Award Festival again. While the crowds weren't your thing. There were a couple people you were looking forward to spending time with. Plus the food was always fun to try.

Enjoying your time out of your usual clothes. You headed for a fried bread stand, salivating at the smells wafting from it. To your surprise Owen was at the end of the line. Greeting him with lazy enthusiasts, you smirked. “You couldn't resist either, huh Boss? Aren't doctors supposed to be against this kind of food though."

Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, he shrugged. “Even health professionals have to take a break every once and a while.” Looking around the crowd, he was confused. You usually had those two troublemakers following you around like puppies. “Where are your boys. I figured they'd be attached to your hips tonight.”

Shaking your head, you allowed your eyes to scan the throngs of people. “I'm don’t know, but I'm sure it won't be long before they make themselves known.” A small smile settled on your face at the nickname though. It may have started as a joke calling them your boys. But now that you had all spent so much time together. You couldn't help the fluttering feeling that the pet name gave you.

As if your words had summoned them, a small explosion goes off behind you. Of course they had to make an entrance. Because tonight was the night. They would each have a chance to woo you. Then after sufficient razzle and plenty of dazzle, you would choose. Or at least that was the half cocked plan they had come up with.

Though seeing you in Festival clothing put a short pause on everything. You were gorgeous, beyond anything they had imagined. Your clothes draped on your supple body in away that showed off ever dip and groove deliciously. It made them furious at your work attire. To hide your amazing plush form before them was a crime.

You looked at them in annoyance. Causing them to quickly pick their jaws off the floor and fling their arms wide. The glasses wearing punk grinned brightly. “We're here ta give ya tha best night of your life.”

The blonde nodded along with the declaration. Hopping over to your side, he hugged you. Loving the feeling of your soft body pressed against his own. Then suddenly picked you up and spun you around. You would have been shocked by the display of strength. But the seemingly wiry man had proven many times that he was much stronger than he looked.

A burst of giggles left your mouth as he turned. Followed by a shriek as he began to bounce around with you in his arms. Yelling at him to put you back in line. You were secretly hoping that he would continue, as the flutter grew in your stomach.

Following the two of you with his gaze, Magna expected to be jealous. But as he watched his two favorite people, he felt warmth spread through him. It was easy to fall for the people who made you the happiest. As that thought settled in his mind, his eyes widened.

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The night was wonderful. You tried so many foods you could burst. Thankfully your boys had dragged you to the gamebooths next. Luck was raring to go, while Magna surprisingly hung back. With an arm slung around your shoulder, he cheered on the blonde.

You wanted to ask him what was wrong. One glance though told you that something was on his mind. You would let him decide when he wanted to confide in you. You had learnt a while ago that they would come to you when they were ready. This wouldn't be the first or last time you were a support for one of them.

With a armful of prizes, your trio found a comfortable place to sit. Waiting for the Star announcement and following fireworks.

Feeling a hand on your thigh, you turned towards Magna. He had a sincere look in his gaze. Something you had become familiar with. So he was finally ready to tell you what was on his mind.

“(Y/N), we have somethin’ we need ta tell ya.” He took a deep breath and looked over at Luck. The blonde nodded at him reassuringly. While this may not have been the original plan, he trusted his friend. “We wanted tonight ta be special. Show you the best time we could. Then….” He trailed off unsure.

Taking his hand between your own, you nodded encouragingly. He almost jumped when another hand landed on his shoulder. The other man had laid his arm around you to pat his shoulder. Grasping it reassuringly. He squeezed your hand and placed his other onto the one upon his shoulder.

“We wanted you ta choose between us. But I don't want that anymore.” His words shocked the blonde. He didn't want to loose the two of you. He could feel his world crumbling beneath him at the confession. And truth be told you weren't far behind.

“I don't think I can live my life without botha ya in it.” His grip became tighter on both of your hands. “Do ya think we can try all being tagether?” He kept his eyes to the ground. Waiting for what he was sure would be rejection.

Until you slid your hand from his, only to cup his face. Smiling at him with eyes that glitter with happy tears. “You dummy, did you really think I could pick only one of my boys." Wrapping one of your arms around each of them, you brought them in for a tight hug.

Magna sagged in relief when the two of you embraced him. Taking in both of your happy expression. He was glad he took the leap of faith.

Sitting back on the bench, hands intertwined and smiling. You turned towards Luck as he suddenly began to giggle. “I hope your both ready to be left in the dust. Because I'm going to be the best partner, no doubt about it.” His famous feral grin had settled on his face at the challenge.

“Oh, you are totally on." And as you sat between your arguing hot headed and competitive partners. You couldn't help but look forward to what the future would bring. Hoping that it would be as bright as the brilliant light filling the sky.

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[cardo-de-comer]

10/10 - "all is gone, none is won"

[doccywhomst]

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[anna-scribbles]

adrien in my outfit from a few days ago✨ feat. my claws out converse

bonus:

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[enesl]

Be with someone who makes you happy.

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[overlymetaromantic]

Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[silverameco]

Sirius who very anxiously comes out to a very confused James who thought him and Remus were openly dating for like 3 years, while Sirius didn't even know Remus was gay and Remus himself was convinced James and Sirius were a thing.... anyway they're all idiots (affectionate)

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[ririrules60]

old man yaoi