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oneprompt · 3 years ago

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Hiiiii i love your writing! Could i pls request a fluff scenario with lucci?💖

authors note: hello <3 im so glad you’re enjoying my writing .. ! i always love to write about lucci , so , i was excited for this <3 please enjoy ! + reader is also a cp9 agent ( this takes place pre ts ) + im sorry if this is all over the place ;; i havent written in a while and i didnt have much of a prompt to go off of

Rob Lucci x Reader , Fluffy Oneshot

The aching of your limbs was enough to make a being scream with agony. But you weren’t just any regular person, working as one of the few strapping members of Cipher Pol 9. Yet, even with your super strength and endless pain tolerance, you couldn’t help but wince at the marks that coated your body from head to toe.

You rested within the warmth of your personal room that resided in the shared cabin you had with your co-workers. You never had a true place to call home, always bouncing back and fourth from city to city on an undercover mission, stuck under the shackles of your conscience. The room you had within the sleeping chambers was about the closest thing that could even bare resemblance to the title of ‘home’. It wasn’t cozy or sweet, having a rather bleak appearance but it was home, wasn’t it? You could recall even as a small and pathetic child, you would lay in this very bed, sobbing over the injuries that whipped your flesh after training. But now, such injuries could be seen as a simple poke, not bearing much pain any longer.

Your thoughts were fluffed away as the creaking of your door caused your eyes to peek open, eyelashes fluttering upward, like a butterfly that was about to dart away. Who was it? Probably Kalifa, she had been the one to take care of you as she said one of the men patching up your sliced chest would count as ‘sexual harassment’.

Your chest heaved as you sat up, tipping your head towards the door. It was Lucci, out of all people. Now, Cipher Pol 9 wasn’t the most nurturing or friendly people within the light of the world but most, if not all the members cared for each other as if they were family. To be fair, you all only had each other, you’d have to be together forever with them, wouldn’t you? But Lucci was certainly the one you least expected to check on you. He appeared so apathetic, like a dull blade. Even within the privacy of one another, Lucci was always stone faced. You couldn’t help but itch with curiosity, why was he so different in comparison to the others? I suppose he could be molded out of the trauma that weighed upon him, could that be why? Or was he just merely a stoic man? You had no clue. But you treated him with the same affection you gave to the other agents.

“Lucci…!” Your voice was weak but full of excitement as your eyes fixated on the tall man. Even when at home, Lucci was done up so neatly. His curls rested upon his shoulders, a dark button up sheltering him from the chills that ran through the hall. He looked so beautiful, so casual, so… normal. It was days like this you could sit there, imagining how things would’ve played out if not for your government role. How things would be if you met Lucci and the others differently.

Lucci glanced at the bandages that binded your chest away, blood staining the pale fabric. He sighed, approaching the warmth of your bed side.

“Lay back down, you’re straining your injuries.” Lucci spoke to you. Even if his tone was as monotone as it usually was, Lucci truly meant his words with all care and sincerity.

“Oh-!” You blurted out before ushering yourself back down. You laid down within the depths of your sheets, but you laid on your side, still facing Lucci. You wanted to look at him. “Sorry…I got excited..”

Lucci gave you a rather skeptical look. Excited? What was there to get so excited about? You were bed ridden, deep gashes along your body, ones that surely would scar. Then why in the world were you so jcheerful? Shouldn’t you be at least the slightest bit upset? Lucci really didn’t understand you.

“What is there to be excited about?” He asked, flicking one eyebrow up as he took a seat beside your bed. Lucci looked over at you, reading your expression. He assumed you were putting on a ruse, no way were you so… happy, even in these conditions. But alas, Lucci couldn’t see a single falsehood on your face. You truly were happy, then…

“Because i…” You averted your eyes slightly, cheeks going red. “I get to see you…w-we don’t talk a lot in our private time, do we..?”

The blush that loomed upon your cheeks was one of the cutest things to grace Lucci’s eyes. He wouldn’t ever picture your face being red, aside from the times your face would be coated in the blood of criminals after a long days of work. But he liked the blush look much better…

“We don’t.” Lucci stated firmly. “But we never get any private time, either.” Was that his way of saying he wished to speak to you more often? Why yes, of course it was! But no regular being could pick that up as such... not even you could. Lucci just had to make everything sound so cruel, so odd. Even despite his improper attitude, you still dished the best you could out of him. You were the glue that kept Cipher Pol 9 whole, your presence even warming up the harshest members to the softest ones.

“I suppose you’re right..” you muttered before turning to the assassin. You gave him a timid smile, one that hung low, your beautiful lips as pink as the blush that dipped its way upon you. “Then lets make the most of our alone time..” The words spilt with a coy tone, your mind racing with endless possibilities.

God, you were beautiful. Lucci was never a man to bother with such useless baggage like the entity of love, but something about you drove him wild. This feeling made no sense, truly. Is this the outcome of being engulfed by you for the last twenty or so years that you two knew each other? Hm, it felt as if you had mutilated and corrupted Lucci’s mind, filling it to the brim of loving thoughts. A man such as Lucci was never supposed to feel so intensely, let alone over another human.

“How so?” Lucci’s tone was hushed, looping its way into your ears. You couldn’t help but stare in awe at the zoan user, admiring the way his curls framed his face as he lingered closer to you. His face was one that could easily be compared to a God, making you pale as a mere mortal in comparison to him.

“..I’m not sure, what do you want to do, Lucci..?” Your tone was soft but needy, full of yearning for the government agent. You wanted nothing more then to embrace him, allowing him to coddle your wounds, lips pressed upon yours. You held no hesitation to move closer to him, as Lucci did only a mere moment beforehand.

The cool touch of Lucci’s hand was ghosting on your cheek, fingertips grazing your skin. “I think we both know we want to do, Y/n.” Lucci’s voice was gentle, small dips of affection seeping into his monotone vocals. Your blushing cheeks felt like magma on his icy palms, it made the agents heart flare up. You were everything Lucci wasn’t. Bright, warm, gentle...

There was little to no gap between the two of you, lips only inches from connecting the two of you. For the first time in years, you finally felt levelled with Lucci. You felt as an equal with him for once, and you truly couldn’t be more pleased. You wanted this for so long, for Lucci to see you, to view you as something more then a co-worker, more then an annoyance. The kiss that bloomed between you two was more then enough proof that Lucci didn’t despise you the way you thought he had. This kiss was all you ever wanted.

Your lips stayed resting on Lucci’s, intertwined with the sweetness of his affection. You sliced hands tangled into his locks, carefully twirling a strand of his black hair around one of your fingers. The kiss remained standing, dragging it’s way in a rather sensual manner. You never wanted this moment to end, not at all. The way Lucci held your pained body, fingers caressing the bandages you wore, peppering kisses onto your lips... It was heavenly. But all good things must come to an end, shouldn’t they?

You glanced at Lucci, your cheeks overwhelmed with a soft blush as you panted ever so slightly. “Thank you...for that,” You were wordless unsure on what else to say. What are you supposed to say after kissing someone, anyways? You earned a simple nod from Lucci, his expression as poker faced as always. Even if you couldn’t see it visibly, you knew he was as happy as you.

“Can you stay with me for a bit longer..?” You asked, holding onto one of Lucci’s hands. “I- i would like that very much..” You murmured, leaning into the man. \

Lucci just nodded, arms embracing you closely. He relished upon the silence. It wasn’t often you two, or any of the agents, got to enjoy the pureness of life, the more blissful aspects. Perhaps not everything was so black and white.

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thanks--for--listening · 4 years ago

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collision moments

hello ppl im back with another FMAB fic this time featuring my best girls, Olivier and Izumi. there’s a chance i do another fic in this series but tbh i’ve struggled with it so who can say whether it’ll happen or not lol. (also on ao3)

Olivier Armstrong prided herself on her refusal to give in to fear.

It wasn’t that she was fearless. To never be afraid would take away the core of her humanity — even the Humunculi, it had been reported, seemed to hold some level of fear, if for nothing more than their own death. Unlike what she let so many men believe, she wasn’t void of the feeling: she simply knew how to handle it. She’d spent a lifetime refusing to allow it to transform into cowardice, to let it debilitate her. Survival depended on the ability to compartmentalize, to fight off paralysis long enough to eliminate the threat. In battle, she would never waver. She would never allow someone to see through her, to let her own feelings fan another’s spark of hesitation into a flame of weakness. She’d stand in front of them like the very wall they compared her to: unwavering and unbreakable.

But compartmentalizing was only effective if there was some form of relief. So it was in the cover of night, when no one was there to follow her lead, that the cracks began to show.

Tonight, she saw the beast. In her dreams it stood in front of her exactly as it had that morning, it’s eyes lifeless and it’s skin impenetrable. She’d beaten it before, but the variables had changed. Central City was too warm, too populated, its men unaccustomed to the survival instincts those at Briggs relied on. And there was Alex, fighting alongside her, and for all her complaints and her irritation, she couldn’t stop her heart from skipping beats with every blow he took. Especially when he took them for her.

She watched her brother defeat it time after time, only for sparks to sew its artificial limbs back together. She could feel the blood dripping down her face, blurring her vision and painting the room red. The pain in her arm screamed, and it took more energy than she’d care to admit to ignore it. Alex held his own scars, blood decorating his face as well, and as it began to charge, a part of her thought that, at the very least, their deaths would be honorable.

A fist of stone punched through the wall, through her thoughts of honor and sacrifice, and for a moment the end didn’t feel imminent anymore. The woman fought with grit, cracked a smile at the sight of the beast before them. As she pieced together her identity, she thought perhaps she was looking at the reason those brothers had lasted as long as they did, the reason they’d managed to hold their own alongside her men. The survivor mentality surrounded her, shined like the glow of the colors they sometimes saw in the northern sky, just defined enough to know it wasn’t a trick of the light.

In an instant, they were on the stairs. Olivier silently begged her mind to wake up, to leave before it happened again, because there was one moment that scared her beyond belief, more so than the monsters and the soldiers without souls, more so than dying alongside her brother in the heat of the city.

Her brain refused to give her the relief of avoidance. Perhaps this was the cost, the price she’d have to pay for holding herself together when it happened. The eye appeared out of nowhere, opened up as if it was emerging from inside the earth. Izumi screamed as the hands pulled her apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. In dreams she often saw reality in brutal slow motion, every misstep spotlighted so bright she couldn’t ignore it, but not tonight. Tonight, it blinked and took her as fast as it had in real time.

The only way she could think to describe it was forbidden; no human should be able to witness what she saw and walk away with a sound mind. Olivier couldn’t tell if it swallowed her whole or simply snapped her out of existence. Worse than the sight of it was the feeling, Izumi’s hand in her own turning into nothing but air. Despite her strength and her unfailing grip, when it mattered most, she wasn’t strong enough to hold on.

In the safety of her subconscious, she allowed herself to give in to the terror she’d buried. It pressed down on her chest like a weight she wasn’t strong enough to lift. Tears fell from her eyes and she let them, just this once, because she truly thought they’d all meet their ends, losing to something she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And she couldn’t shake the feeling that if she'd held her a little tighter, if she hadn’t needed help in the first place, it could have all been avoided. She wouldn’t have had to listen to the desperation in Sig’s voice, to watch as he searched for someone that may no longer exist. The blame sat heavy on her shoulders, and she let it suffocate her.

Olivier woke with a gasp. The first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes was the lights. The brightness rivaled the sun’s reflection on the snow, a sight that could cost a man their life in the North. She shut her eyes again, a groan slipping out before she could stop it.

“It’s about time you woke up.” Olivier felt the lights dim around her. She hesitantly opened her eyes again, turned her head and found Izumi sitting in a chair, mindlessly turning the pages of the book in her hands.

A hundred questions sat on her lips, but she settled for the important one: “How long was I out?”

Izumi shrugged. “About a day, give or take.”

That couldn’t be right. She glanced out the window, saw the afternoon sun hanging in the sky, and it was exactly as she remembered but...but she hadn’t been inside. She’d been brought up from under the ground, she’d seen the youngest Elric brother stand in his own skin, and then...and then…

She tried to sit up, but her body screeched at the first hint of movement. Every bone throbbed, every muscle ached. Injury and pain had never been a stranger, but this rivalved her worst moments. Holding her breath, she gingerly settled back down.

“You’ll want to take it easy,” Izumi told her. “Doctor said you took quite a nasty blow to the head. He wasn’t sure how you’d survived it, let alone the damage to the rest of you.”

Olivier scoffed. “Then he’s an idiot. It’ll take more than some falling stones and a beast as idiotic as that one to kill me.”

“Yes,” she said with a grin. “From what I’ve seen, I don’t doubt it.”

She turned her attention back toward the window. Her brain tried its best to think back to the fight, to the aftermath, but even trying to think made the pain so agonizing she was forced to shut her eyes again. Damn Bradley, and damn his fucking monsters with their sorry excuse for a life and their outright refusal to die.

“How—“ she asked in between labored breaths, “how did I get here?”

Izumi hesitated. “How much do you remember?”

Normally, she’d refuse to give up anything that could be used against her, especially to someone outside of Briggs. She was vulnerable here, confined to her bed, body broken and bruised and memory ridden with holes. Logic said to keep her mouth shut, but there was something about her. She may not have been one of her soldiers, but her gut told her that Izumi Curtis was someone she could trust. And her gut was never wrong.

“I know about Alphonse. You carried us up to the surface just in time to see him stand. After that, there’s nothing.”

Izumi nodded. “At first, everybody celebrated. It was calm, even after everything that had happened. Al getting his body back...well, it was about as clear a victory as any.”

Olivier watched the way she smiled at the thought, the way her eyes held unshed tears. Truthfully, the boy getting his body back hadn’t been at the forefront of her concerns, but she’d hoped for their sake they’d accomplish it. And hearing her talk about it, about both of the Elric brothers, it became increasingly clear that despite her intensity and her ruthlessness, Izumi cared deeply for the two of them.

“What happened next?”

Izumi laughed. “You happened next. You walked up and demanded someone take Al to a hospital, before his weakened body gave out on him.”

Oh. Well, she wasn’t wrong. The boy had been nothing but skin and bones, the textbook image of malnourished. She would bet that Edward might not have appreciated her interruption, but he’d come to understand her later.

“And did they? Take him to the hospital?”

“Your brother did. Lifted him up and carried him there himself.”

“I assume he cried the whole time?”

“Like an infant.”

Olivier groaned. “My brother’s soft heart and hysterics will be the end of him one of these days.”

“You should have seen him in here earlier, blubbering over you.” She scoffed. “Men and their emotions. They just don’t know how to control themselves.”

She hummed in agreement. “It’s a disease if you ask me.”

Izumi nodded, before adding, “Although, perhaps it was better that he left when he did.”

“And why is that?”

“Once he carried Alphonse off the battleground, you began commanding all the people who were left. You coordinated trucks to take the injured to the hospital, communicated with the soldiers still out in the streets. It was impressive, until you gave your last order and promptly collapsed.”

If her arm hadn’t been bound to her chest, she would have curled both fists in frustration. A leader never showed weakness like that, not even after the battle came to an end. Her reputation would need patching, of that she was certain.

If she noticed her embarrassment, Izumi didn’t comment on it; instead, she shrugged and said, “It could have been worse. Most of the soldiers had already dispersed. Plus, you didn’t hit the ground. Not sure your body could have taken another blow like that.”

Maybe it was the head injury, but she couldn’t fully comprehend the words she was hearing. “How is that possible? That I fell but never reached the ground?”

“Simple. I caught you.”

As if her humiliation couldn’t get any worse. The thought of being caught like an overwhelmed maiden made her want to take her sword and plunge it through her body herself, but instead she sighed and said, “I suppose I owe you an extra bit of gratitude, then.”

“Nonsense. I’m a housewife — I’m meant to take care of others.”

“You’re much more than that. The way you fought that beast was as impressive as any warrior I’ve seen.”

Izumi smiled. “I must admit, it felt nice to fight something that presented a challenge. And I’d been itching to let my alchemy loose ever since Hoenheim healed my ailment.” She laughed to herself as she said, “Vomiting blood would not have been an impressive conclusion to a battle like that.”

Olivier raised her eyebrow. “Vomiting blood?”

“A consequence of my visit through the portal. Physical exertion like that used to leave me bedridden for days.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond. The image of Izumi confined to a bed was almost as unimaginable as the one of her desperate enough to attempt human transmutation in the first place. She’d chalked up the Elric brother’s mistake to childhood idiocracy and arrogance, but she couldn’t fathom what would lead a woman like Izumi to do the same.

“You’re wondering who it was,” Izumi said, her tone attempting neutrality and almost succeeding. “You’re wondering who I tried to bring back.”

“I understand if you want to keep that information to yourself. You don’t owe me any kind of explanation.”

“No, but I think I’ll give you one anyway.”

The answer surprised her. “Why?”

“Because I’ve spent years forced to pretend it never happened. The attempt alone is enough to get me arrested, or worse. But ever since Ed and Al came back, ever since they figured it out...I’m not sure why, but it felt nice. Talking about it. Not trying to hide from it. I’d like to continue to do that, if I can.”

Had she been in a different place, a different time, she may have left it at that. Instead, her thoughts slipped through her mind’s weakened blockade, materialized right in front of her. “I know this topic is...delicate. For all his flaws, my brother is the one who knows how to provide comfort. If you’re looking for sensitivity, you won’t find it here.”

The words felt like a confession. She’d always been this way, cold and callous and short-tempered when it came to matters of the heart. It wasn’t that she couldn’t sympathize with anyone (although, in all honesty, she found many of the so-called problems people claimed to have were weak excuses for pain, and didn’t deserve her sympathy in the first place), but she had never known how to express the feelings properly. Her and her brother could be pinpointed on opposite sides of a spectrum, and while she’d choose her position over his a thousand times over, she could still admit that, outside of the battlefield and the barracks, her lack of emotional expression could be perceived as a shortcoming.

“I’m not looking for someone to cry for me,” Izumi told her. “I’ve spent enough years crying for myself.”

“I don’t mean to be rude. But I don’t know what it is I have to offer you.”

“How about a captive audience?” She said the words with a smile, and despite the fact that Olivier could hear the lie in her voice, she decided not to call her out on it.

Izumi put her book down beside her, but she let her gaze drop, spoke to her lap instead of her face. “Ever since I was a girl, I’d longed for motherhood. Most people never expected it of me. Those who knew me wouldn’t have described me as the nurturing type, and they wouldn’t have been wrong to do so. I spent so many years wanting. It made me angry, how much I desired, how much I had to fight for every piece of it. The ability to make decisions for myself. Independence and strength. An education. I wanted it all, and I wanted a child of my own. A legacy.

“When I got pregnant,” she continued, “I thought I would finally get to stop fighting. Sig and I, we’d spent so much time trying. I’ve heard some describe motherhood as a gift or a miracle, but to me, it felt like a victory. A battle I’d finally won.” Her tone softened when she said, “I made the mistake so many do when their mind is clouded with arrogance. I celebrated too early.”

A part of her didn’t want to hear what came next. Listening to this story was like witnessing a car crash and knowing you didn’t have the time to avoid the collision. There were only two options: watch it happen, or close your eyes. Either way, the end was inevitable. The only difference would be whether to spare yourself the added pain, to become blind to the indisputable evidence laid out in front of you.

Weaker men often chose to hide. In the collision moments, plenty of strong men did, too. But she’d never been the type to look away when faced with the incoming hurt; she wasn’t going to start now. So she said nothing, showed nothing. She simply waited for Izumi to find her way to the conclusion.

After a moment of hesitation, she did. “Our baby never cried. Never made so much as a sound.”

Every puzzle piece clicking into place only made her regret asking. When the Elric brothers told her about their mother, they’d done so mostly out of necessity. It was all connected — their action, their bodies, their shared enemy. It pained them, obviously, but she hadn’t realized how much of that pain had been clouded by the looming danger. They’d told her, but not like this. Nothing like this.

Izumi stared right through her, like she wasn’t even there. “Silence had never felt so sharp. So present. It was like it was making fun of me, drowning out all my claims of strength by reminding me just how little I could control. Even now, in the quiet, I still hear it. The mockery. It drove me to lengths I never thought I’d go, carried me past lines I never thought I’d cross.” She tried to laugh, but it never stood a chance. Nothing about this was funny. “You can fill in the blanks of what happened next.”

Olivier waited for more; when it became clear there was none, she began searching for words of her own. She wondered, for a moment, whether now would be the time to channel Alex, to speak the way he might. But his words would sound fake coming from her. Even if they were the right ones.

In the end, she settled for sincerity. “Boy or girl?”

Izumi blinked, and Olivier watched as her eyes refocused. She could hear the joy hidden in her response. It was buried underneath the hurt, just barely poking through the rubble, but it was still there when she smiled and said, “Girl.”

She nodded. There wasn’t much else to do. “I’m sorry.”

“As am I.”

Silence slipped back in. Olivier thought about her words, about the noiselessness. She’d never been one to relax in the quiet. Any good soldier knew that the most dangerous of enemies hardly made a sound, but right now it felt almost tangible. The weight of it grew with every passing second. Loss was heavier than any object she’d come across, and while she was no stranger to it herself, this pain Izumi described felt harsher than any she’d ever experienced.

As the seconds passed, she felt a restlessness unrelated to her physical incapacitation. Uncertainty crept up on her, and in its presence she found her thoughts from yesterday’s battle, the observations that now felt increasingly relevant.

“Well,” she told her, “If it’s a legacy you want, I’d argue you’ve already got one.”

“What do you mean?”

“You taught the Elric brothers. Their success is your success. And right now, they have a significant share of it.”

Izumi shook her head. “It’s not the same.”

“I know. But it’s close, is it not?” Izumi hesitated, before nodding. Olivier shrugged and said, “Maybe one day close will be enough.”

She spoke with more confidence than she felt. An old habit from childhood, when she’d learned that faith in oneself could be manufactured, that pretending to have it could make it appear. She may not have her brother’s alchemic strength, but in her mind she’d discovered her own kind of magic, one that had yet to let her down.

“You know,” Izumi said after a moment. “I don’t think you were honest with me earlier.”

Olivier frowned at the accusation. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You told me I wouldn’t find comfort here, when in fact, I think you may have told me everything I needed to hear.”

She had to bite back the smile that threatened to make an appearance. “If you ever tire of the warmth, I could use someone like you up North.” Olivier knew the suggestion was nothing more than a courtesy, but she meant it. A spirit like Izumi’s was hard to teach — often, it had to be found. And she’d never found anyone quite like her.

“I appreciate the offer, but my life is here. I’m not ready to give that up just yet. Although,” she said with a grin that could only be described as mischievous, “I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy fighting alongside you and your brother.”

She couldn’t help but match her expression. “You should see me fight up North.”

“A spectacular sight, I’m sure. Though I don’t think you’ll be fighting any battles in the near future.”

“I wouldn’t rule the possibility out just yet. Reconstruction is no simple task, and there’s a lot of idiots still hanging around in the military. And that’s not including the ones on our side.”

She groaned at the prospect, at her own reminder of what frustrations lay ahead. Just the thought of having to work alongside Mustang during this incoming period of transition was enough to bring her headache back.

Izumi laughed. “I don’t envy you and your companions for the job ahead of you. The complexities of bureaucracy were never of much interest to me.”

“A necessary evil, I suppose, albeit an annoying one. Governing would be so much simpler if we disregarded the absurd level of formality and politeness demanded by those in charge.”

“The perk of teaching the Elrics on my own — I never had to adhere to such ridiculous standards.”

Izumi looked so much calmer, so much happier, that Olivier almost didn’t ask. But curiosity and boredom formed a crossroad with opportunity, and holding her tongue proved to be much more difficult than she’d expected. “Will you continue teaching?” She asked. “Now that your ailment is healed, that is.”

She hesitated, and for a moment Olivier longed to take back the question. “Maybe,” she finally said. “The future isn’t as clear as it once was.”

“I suppose that’s the beauty of it.”

“Yes,” Izumi said. “I suppose it is.”

Unconsciousness tugged at her brain. Olivier tried her best to resist it. There was work to be done, after all. Their revolution didn’t have the luxury of idle time — there was a country to rebuild, and she would be crucial to its second life. Yet, lying there, conversation dwindling back into the comfort of silence, she found it hard to stay awake. The weight on her eyes wasn’t just from the pain, or the medication, or the head injury; she found herself at ease here. It was a feeling she often avoided in the North, and one she certainly hadn’t known in Central City for quite some time.

Izumi noticed, which didn’t surprise her. “I should let you rest. When you wake again, I suspect responsibilities will be waiting for you.”

“Before you go,” she said, “I wanted to thank you. You saved my life, and my brother’s. That’s not an act I take lightly. I owe you a debt I may never be able to repay.”

She smiled, but this time it was softer, lacking the bite and mischief of the one she’d worn earlier. “Fix this country, and we’ll call it even.”

Olivier couldn’t hide a groan as she put her remaining energy into lifting her free arm, extending her hand out as best she could.

Izumi looked at it, before laughing. “Guess even you aren’t immune to the military’s ridiculous formalities. Is a vow in words not enough? We need to shake on it?”

“It’s—“ she held her breath, gave herself two seconds to let the pain subside, before continuing, “—not about the military.”

Recognition came over the other woman quickly. Olivier wondered how she remembered the moment, her own disappearance. How it might have felt. Part of her longed to ask about it, but so much had been given to her today — it felt insensitive to want more. Not to mention it wasn’t answers she needed: it was confirmation. Indisputable proof of her own that, despite her own failure, she’d truly come back.

Izumi didn’t take her hand; instead, she kept her eyes on it, like it might disappear if she looked away. “I hope you know there was nothing you could have done to prevent that.”

“Had we not needed your help, then—“

“Then I would have been taken somewhere else, and my husband would have been left stranded on the street instead of in your company. Trust me when I say that sticking with you was the best thing we could have done.”

Olivier closed her eyes. The pain still lingered, her outstretched hand dropping slightly with each passing second. She wasn’t one to dwell often, and the logical part of her understood that few people could stand up to alchemy as advanced as what she saw yesterday. But none of that changed what she knew to be true.

She opened her eyes, waited to speak until she caught Izumi’s gaze. “Regardless of the circumstance, you saved me. And I couldn’t save you. For that, you have my sincerest apologies.”

Izumi finally took her hand. Olivier forced her mind to pay attention, to commit this moment to memory, because she knew in the coming nights, when she saw her failures again and again, she’d need it. She’d need to remember.

A handshake could tell her more about a person than any words they might say. It spoke not only to their character, but also to their perception of her. Yesterday, Izumi’s grip had been firm, communicating mutual respect and self confidence. It was looser this time around, more delicate, but Olivier could tell the change wasn’t an insult or an indication of weakness — it was a sign of care. Thoughtfulness, the type only found in nurturers, given to her in perhaps the only way she’d accept it.

“My husband said you refused to stop searching for me.” She spoke softly, kept their hands clasped together. “I appreciate that.”

“Of course. I’m not in the business of leaving my people behind.”

The grin spread quickly, until it took over Izumi’s entire face. “I’m your people, huh?”

Olivier tried to humor her, but sincerity won in the end. She wasn’t entirely sure when it happened. During the battle, maybe, or the conversation on the stairs afterward. Maybe it didn’t happen until today, until she’d woken up and found her sitting by her side. Either way, the truth couldn’t be denied: Izumi was one of hers now. Not a soldier under her command, but a companion she knew she could trust. And that meant there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep her safe.

“Yes,” she told her. “You are.”

“Do I get a say in this grouping?”

Olivier raised an eyebrow at her. “Would you object to it if you did?”

The standoff only lasted a few seconds before Izumi burst out into laughter, finally breaking their handshake to wrap her arms around her sides. She tried not to focus on how deeply she felt her absence, how cold her palm became without Izumi’s hand to keep it company.

“No,” she said lightly. “No objections here. Although if I’m really part of your group now, I wouldn’t mind a chance to test out that sword of yours.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she fought a grin of her own. “Don’t push it.”

Izumi just kept laughing. She wasn’t prepared to like the sound so much, to feel it echoing in her chest. To feel the desire to join her. A sound like that, after the battle they just had, wasn’t so easily conjured. It took strength to find joy after trauma, to stare death in the eye and laugh, not at it but in spite of it. And for someone like Izumi, with so much heartbreak and hurt in her history, to stand here and revel in it? It was impressive, as much as any display of alchemy or strength in battle. Olivier just stared and tried to resist a smile of her own. Each minute with her revealed a new layer, and she could hardly fight the urge to uncover her completely.

“I’m just saying,” Izumi said, “how else am I supposed to fight off all the military assholes who’ll try to wake you up with their paperwork and other useless bullshit?”

“I think you’d manage just fine without it.” Five seconds passed between them before the rest of her sentence clicked. “What would you still be doing here, anyway?”

Izumi scoffed. “I’m not just gonna leave you by yourself.”

“But I’ll be asleep.”

“Yes. And I’ll be here. Doing exactly what I was doing before you woke up earlier today.”

She should have left it alone, but whatever shame she’d had disappeared the moment she’d heard about the fainting incident, so there really was no point in trying to resist curiosity anymore. “Why?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never stayed in someone’s hospital room before. As a general, I imagine it’s something you’re quite familiar with.”

“No, it’s not that — why me?”

Izumi stared at her, wearing an expression that managed to combine amusement with confusion. “You really don’t get it, do you? If I’m your people, then you’re mine. And I don’t leave my people alone when they’re hurt. Conscious or otherwise.”

She didn’t know how to explain it. The way it made her feel. Like the sun was shining from inside her, spreading its light through her veins until warmth was the only thing her body knew. She wasn’t one for humility, but she genuinely wondered what she’d done to deserve it, this kindness that felt entirely unearned. Whatever the reason, she decided then and there that she’d fight to hold onto it, no matter the cost.

“Very well.” The words came out softer than she intended. She forced herself to swallow the emotion back before she added, “But don’t avoid seeing the Elrics on my account. I imagine they’ll need you more than I will.”

Izumi waved her off. “Al will be in here for quite a while, I imagine. And Ed — well, I suspect he’ll be desperate for some time alone with his brother. The last thing they’ll want is my hovering.”

“You don’t hover,” she said without meaning to.

Izumi just smiled. She did that a lot, she’d noticed, and Olivier didn’t know how each one managed to convey something different. Amusement, joy, borderline impertinence, all finding their way into what should have been a simple expression. Maybe it was Izumi’s own kind of magic. Maybe they shared more than she thought.

“You know,” she said, “it’s okay to put yourself first once and a while.”

“Maybe next time,” Olivier lied.

Izumi shook her head as she looked back at the book in her lap. Part of her wanted to grab her attention again, to keep whatever this was going, but her eyes grew heavy again with sleep, and she could only hold it off for so long. She caved as she finally closed them. Silence slipped back in, broken only by the slight hum from the turning of pages.

Sleep, the restful kind, had evaded her for the past few months. Even before this war and its revelations, it had always been a luxury she couldn’t afford, a risk she refused to take. But now, accompanied by the quiet presence of the woman sitting next to her, it knocked at her door. And for the first time in as long as she could remember, she let it in, without fear or hesitation.

#we were robbed of more scenes of these two ill say it #fmab #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemis brotherhood #olivier armstrong #izumi curtis #idk if they have a ship name but they deserve one #(even tho idk if this fic counts as them as a ship or not oops)#olivier armstrong x izumi curtis #ao3 #TFLAO3 #fanfic #fanfiction #also pls do not hesitate to tell me what you think i love comments on my fics lol

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t-underneaththeradardancing · 5 years ago

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uneventful mostly - itsa holidaze - i did write a morning pome imma pretty sure cuz kitty poets dont have a union and we getz no days off - yes indeed that cat is a good one u knows it

maybe things a little better even but

oh look t - the moon - oh wait thats a streetlight - later i should see

(whew that wuz close - whining averted )

cold rocky revenge - now thats poetry - theres a post below somewhere that mansplains it - y am i thinking of f zappa

so in the spirit of no whyne zone imma tell the tale of the good footin and james brown maybe barefootin as well - the sciatica = better much still painful af at times but usual not hobbling - acupuncturist trynna help t sleep as well - at night - u know when everybody else does - when things r open and ppl r awake like daytime i should also - imma trying - onna bad day im better than b4 and more well rested than usual lifetime deprivation -get about wat i got done on a good day 6 weeks ago - on a mostly good day - dont lie t - u still get fuck all done by most standards even on a good day - still a bit more accomplished - lots more walking than in a long long time - have gone from bed ridden every 3rd day to active almost daily - every 10 days or so i need to totally collapse and do almost nothing for about 36 hours - stress as much as anything - it has been a uh trying couple of months - 3 months at least t w brief periods of wat may have gone from fantasy to delusion inna heartbeat or rose colored glasses keep cracking -with a season in hell for large parts of the last 10 days - thats not whining just fax - all in all i wouldnt trade my life w anyone - i still play music w ppl i love just not too much lately - if the biz ends it was a wat u call it - oh right - a learning experience - there is still to post - remeber tek hatez t - some vids from a couple weaks ago - serious magic on i know places - i havent listened to much else except briefly the night performed but we played and sounded great at times - we got virtually no tips however - tho the tip jar was not real visible - we give half the $ to a charity vita works w in india - vita gets the rest - last sat - when it was victory to show and perform - we were not bad - a little tired and lot sad and then after - but we made 30 $ - actually quite good considering the venue - mostly students w laptops and buds and a few locals - im rarely out of breath - i want a fukken cigarette so fucking bad it makes me fucking crazy for a minute a few times a day - i try not to dwell but fux lol - there has been laffter - the sickest of humor or just plain stupid silly - in 2s tho for over week now - no way we gonna get an album or even an ep recorded b4 skool - i reality good when i hafta but i do not like it much - well some parts maybe - like the moon and the ocean - and kitties - crows and baby birbs tho there always a bit of the supernatural there - speekin of witch - got a peek on patreon of maggie umber’s upcoming horror comic - omfg - those of u who know her also know the price she paid and paying still - get well again maggie ! and all those i love esp w illness chronic - where wuz i - oh yah the reality bits i likes - wuz lissen to my favorite things one of the uh free err by trane - maybe a wee bit atonal at times but melody hinted at mostly - yah t all over the place - biz as usual ? lol

night

love

birdsong morning

#poetry i guess #@maggieumber #how the fuck did it get 2 b 1am

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blackmilkbangtan · 6 years ago

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bts reactions to you being insecure about your thighs

yoongi:

you know what they say; the freaks come out at night. and for yoongi, that was his status quo. his lips brushed against yours, leaving your face to grow hot at how sensual he was being. he then trailed down your neck, nipping and licking your chest and collarbones. his mouth left a path from your belly button, down to your entrance. his hot breath against it made your thighs want to close together, but was restrained by his veiny hands. right before he dived in -;)- he stopped and looked at your uncomfortable expression.

“mama what’s wrong.” he stopped his actions and rested his head on your plush stomach.

“i don’t know, it’s just sometimes i feel like im gonna suffocate you.” you muttered.

yoongi looked at you and laughed, “do you really think these,” he grabbed your thighs tightly “can suffocate me? im a grown man i can handle it” he said proudly. those few words boosted your confidence and tickled you at the same time.

“thanks baby, i lowkey needed that.” you giggled.

“now come on so i can eat.”

jin:

jin was preparing himself for another episode of eat! jin hosted on vlive. he sat down at his computer closing down his tabs so his internet would run faster, but one surprised him.

‘weight loss tips’

he immediately put two and two tighter and realized it was probably you, since you were the last one at his desk. it made him a little upset that you wanted to loose weight, maybe he wasnt loving you enough. he began his hunt and searched around the relatively small apartment you two shared. he ended finding you following along to a “how to properly squat” tutorial.

“what’s this?” jin asked, surprising you during your workout.

“im just working out, is that a problem?”

“it’s not like you’d notice anyway.” you said under your breath.

“now what’s that supposed to mean?” he was getting agitated now.

“you never want to have sex anymore,” his features softened at what you said, “do you honestly think that we’re not doing it because of your weight?”

“i mean everytime we go out, you always look at these skinny ass girls”

“they don’t have anything to look at! im just happy that ive got someone that can sit on my lap without a bone ramming into my thigh!” he exclaimed.

you broke out crying, not because of what he said, just that you hate when someone yells at you. jin moved closer and wrapped you into a tight hug.

“look babe, i love you so much, you don’t even understand.” he hunched over so he could put his head in the crook of your neck.

“i love you too jin” he separated his body from yours and gazed into your eyes.

“c’mon into this room so i can show you how much i love you.”

namjoon:

you were laying in the bed with namjoon, spending his day off as it should be; a day off.

while you were scrolling through social media laughing at memes until you scrolled along a stupid post ranting about how namjoon doesn’t “deserve to be with a fat bitch like you.” you always know armys were overly possessive, but to comment on something that doesn’t concern you is disgusting.

the bad bitch inside of you wanted to clap back, but the sad bitch in you took over and you started to cry.

“babygirl what’s wrong, you was just chillin and now you crying. what happened?” he cooed, rubbing his large hands lovingly on your thighs.

“some stupid -probably no jam army, called me fat and said i don’t deserve you, nothing to bad” you chuckled with tears still forming in your eyes.

“your not fat, there’s just more to love.” he tried to reassure you.

“you know how many fan fictions ive read that said that exact same thing”

“but i mean it, you have nothing to be upset about. why do you think my favorite position is doggy style? i love seeing your ass jiggle when im-“ you cut his inappropriate sentence off with a quick playful punch on the shoulder.

“now get off that phone, i got something else you can play with.”

taehyung:

while walking home you were being harassed by two grown men commenting about your weight.

“where’s a fat bitch like you going?”

“yeah, you fucking whale” his friend went along with him. you decided to be the bigger person and ignore them, yet they still followed you home.

“can you guys just leave me alone” you shouted at them.

“yeah” a deep voice cut in. you looked up to see a handsome man to be your defender.

“what’s some good looking guy like you hanging out with...this?”

“look, while im smashing this thick beautiful girl, you can go back to dicking down bitches that when they throw it back it sound like a screenshot.” he clapped back. while they stared at him like he was nuts, your cheeks grew hot as the attractive stranger talked about you so openly, like you knew him.

“youre dismissed,” his scrawny ass jumped at him. the guys left with a muttering of “fucker” and “fat ass” -referring to you. he then wrapped his arms around your waist.

“thanks for the help, nobody usually stands up for me like that.”

“nobody as fine and cute as you should be getting pick on by some bummy dudes.” this guy was smooth a hell, made you want to suck his dick right on the spot.

“i was finally feeling confident about my thighs, i guess i got to go back to being insecure and hiding them.” you half joked, using it as a coping mechanism.

“i like them, better to grab when im-“ he stopped himself, realizing that he was going too far to be talking to a stranger.

“im taehyung” he stopped to shake your hand.

“(your name).”

“here take my number, call me when you get home” he quickly put his number in and headed off, waving while walking in the opposite direction. your heart fluttered as he left, you took a look at what he saved his number as. “that cute asian boy”, a small smile grew on your face as you shoved the phone back in your pocket and headed home.

jungkook:

you and jungkook haven’t been dating for a while, but that didn’t mean your feelings for each other weren’t true. jungkook had officially introduced you to his group members. and he decided to get you acquainted with them by jin cooking a meal for all of you. as for your outfit, the shorts you wore exposed the bottom part of your ass. it wasn’t like you were self-conscious about your body, except your thighs which were ridden with cellulite.

while at dinner, you helped jin pass out the plates. each time you leaned over they all stared longingly at your thighs, fixated which each step you took. your face grew hot, you began to lose confidence each time a pair of their pupils landed on you. you quickly dashed your way to the nearest bathroom.

“(your name), wait up-“

you sat on the toilet, with your face in your hands silently crying. even though it was such a little inconvenience, it made your anxiety skyrocket. while in the midst of thinking, two small knocks echoed throughout the small room and jungkook came in.

“babe, what happened out there?” jungkook knelt down to your eye level.

“they were looking at me,”

“that’s all? why-“

“no, they were looking at me like i was disgusting, like i’m too big-“

“look, baby, they’ve literally never seen a thick girl in korea never in their lives, shit i was even surprised to see you.” your heart rested a little easier as his hand settled on your lap.

“take it as a compliment, your beautiful no matter what size you are. on some sappy cliche shit; i love you no matter what.” once the two of you exited the bathroom, the chatter in the dining room stopped.

“can you guys stop staring? this is mine”

jimin:

you and jimin were walking around the mall, window shopping and such. you finally landed your eyes on a cute pair of floral shorts.

“hey jimin honey, can i get a pair of those?” you gazed at how beautiful the shorts were from outside the window.

“of course, come on let’s head in.” he lead your already intertwined hands into the shop. one of the workers came up to you guys with a face full of fake politeness.

“how can i help you today?” she questioned, you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes at me.

“i would like those pair of shorts in the window there, in an xl please.” you decided to go a size up since an american medium is probably small in korea.

“im sorry but i don’t think we carry that for...your kind of size,” she disrespectfully said, eyeing you up and down.

“first of all-“ you were so angry that you were almost on the verge of tears.

“(your name) come on let’s go to a different store” jimin ushered you out the store. “so you just gon let that weenie hut jr lookin’ ass bitch talk about me like that? to my face?” you said with a hushed shout.

“i didn’t want to cause a sce-“

“cause a scene my ass, you know how i feel about myself. she just basically called me fat you know.” jimin stopped in his tracks, and held both of his hands on either side of your shoulder.

“there’s nothing wrong with your body at all,” he said sternly.

“listen, you being chubby doesn’t change the way i feel about you,” he then pulled you into a tight hug.

“now come on, that store was weak anyway, let’s go buy you some gucci.”

hoseok:

“muffin whats taking you so long in there?” hoseok shouted from the other side of the door. hoseok wanted to take you to the beach for his day off, and you wanted to cover up as much as your thighs and the cellulite that ruled over it as well.

you went over at least 17 outfits, and it’s taking you hours to decide on one.

“stop playing around, they’re gonna close the beach in like 2 and a half hours” another bang on the door followed as he finished his sentence.

“ok i’m done” the door swung open and you walked out in a pair of sweat pants and a throw on shirt.

“you’re not going outside like that”

“why?”

“why? you’re gonna have a fucking heat stroke wearing that, go but on your swim suit and some shorts.” he pushed you back into the room and he followed suit.

“people are gonna stare,” you looked down, being to shy to admit that your super insecure about your thighs. hoseok pulled you on the bed with him,

“you have nothing to worry about,”

“yes i-“

“no, you don’t.”

“but what about th-“

“those ‘all skin and bone’ girls at the beach that look at you?” his hand rested on your thigh and ran his thumb against the sides of them. “listen, theyre just mad that their boyfriends don’t feed them at home.” he joked. he always found a way to turn everything into something funny and you loved it.

“now out on the swimsuit that makes your ass look juicy.”

“the red one?”

“the red one.”

a.n.= unedited and i feel like hoseoks and jimins are a lil’ shitty. sorry @anon 🐝

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ssironstrange · 6 years ago

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Through Sickness and Gross

@im-logically-gay said: Tony has a fever and Stephen makes him some soup :)

I couldn’t get a full chapter of anything out tonight, so have a little ficlet instead!

Call it twisted, but Stephen rather adored a very sick and feverish Tony. He was by far one of the worst possible patients when it came to following doctor’s orders, a never-ending stream of complaints, and twice as dramatic as he was on any given day.

But Stephen loved every second of doting on him and putting former skills to good use. It would be a blatant lie if he were to say he never missed doctoring - it had been his entire life, after all. Tending to a flu-ridden genius wasn’t quite neurosurgery… but it was something, at least.

“Steeebennn…” Tony croaked out a pathetic, stuffy-nosed whine.

A silk ribbon was placed between the pages of the book he currently had his nose buried in, then Stephen set it aside and raised from the armchair. Hard as it was, he tried his best not to grin sheepishly at the man buried under three layers of blankets despite sweating from the heat of the fever. Stephen had argued, but Tony was a stubborn ass even at his worst.

“Let me guess, now you’re hot?”

Tony nodded and tried a feeble attempt of kicking the blankets off.

“Told you.” With an amused sigh, Stephen peeled them back one by one until he was down to the sheet - which was soaked in sweat. Ugh. Now he’d have to change the bedding. Again. Settling onto the edge of the bed beside him, Stephen took the thermometer from the nightstand and rolled it across his forehead from temple to temple.

“It’s come down a couple degrees. Tamiflu must be starting to kick in.” Next, he gently grasped Tony’s wrist and pressed the pads of two fingers against the artery. Looking down at his watch, the beats were counted out in his head, even tracking the bystolic and systolic and calculating the margin of error for him lying down.

“Blood pressure and resting pulse are still higher than I’d like.”

Tony grunted, barely having the strength to do as much as that.

“Did you eat at all today? Before you called?” Stephen already knew the answer to that. Stark was notorious about skipping meals.

Tony confirmed it with a small shake of his head.

“How have you even managed to keep yourself alive?” His mocking was playful and might have earned some witty remark any other day. Today, Tony just grumbled. Stephen leaned over him to place a light kiss to his forehead, hot against his lips and salty from perspiration.

“I want half that bottle of water gone before I get back. I’m going to make some soup - you ought to be able to hold that down.” Said water bottle was scooted towards the edge of the nightstand for easier access before he stood.

As expected, Tony protested with whimpers only a puppy could rival. God, he was so pathetically cute. So weak and helpless. So needy of Stephen’s help. Vaguely he wondered if the rest of the team were at all so pitiful when ill or if Tony was just the dramatic exception.

“Drink and rest. It won’t take me long.

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Half of the ingredients he had to borrow from his own kitchen at the Sanctum, but the soup was quick and easy. Chicken broth with shreds of their leftover grilled chicken from the night before, some diced carrots steamed nice and soft, thin slivers of celery and a dash of parsley and pepper. It was poured into a coffee mug, already figuring he’d probably only manage a few bites. A spoon was grabbed, and back to his boyfriend’s room he went.

Tony managed to actually sit up partially and was finishing off the entire bottle of water instead of the half he’d asked for.

“Look at you, won’t be long until you’re back on your feet and stepping on mine for more dance lessons.” This time, Stephen allowed himself to grin.

“You sug at teaching.” Tony grumbled, eyes heavy with bags raising to the cup in his hands.

“You sug at dancing.” The sorcerer glided down into a graceful sit once more and pushed the warm mug into Tony’s hands. “Eat as much as you can.”

Stark hung his head over the cup, bathing his face in the steam in hopes it might break up the pressure in his sinuses. Somehow his nose was both runny and so stuffed up that he couldn’t even sniffle - a few times he had resorted to actually stuffing tissue into each nostril. Though his face was already flushed with fever, the heat still felt good on it.

“You made this? Didn’d pordal to a store to buy it?”

Stephen wanted to squish his face. Precious can’t-breathe-through-his-nose Tony was too precious.

“Yep. I made it.”

“Good thing I can’d tasde righd now.” Tiredly, barely even visible, he grinned towards Stephen and took a couple of bites that were… tasteless. At least the heat felt good going down his throat and settling into his empty stomach.

Stephen smirked and shook his head. What a world class asshole. One he wouldn’t trade for anyone else in the multiverse. For a moment he left the bed to fetch his book, then returned to circle around to the other side where he sat and scooted in shoulder to shoulder with him. Likely just to get on his nerves, Tony slurped every spoonful as loud as he could and slow as he could. Not quite annoying enough to distract him from his reading, though. Not yet, at least.

“Thangs, Steben.” What was left in the cup he set over on the nightstand that was quickly filling with clutter, then he leaned up against the man, resting his head onto his shoulder. “I lub you.”

“Tony, baby, you have got to stop talking. It’s too adorable and I simply cannot handle it.” Stephen dipped his head down and kissed the top of his head, smiling against the wild mess his hair was. “And, I love you, too.”

Stark began to laugh, but ended up with a coughing fit instead. “Eben if I’m disgusding?”

“Even then.”

“Eben if I god snod on you?”

“I’ve had worse things than a little snot. Residency is hell.”

“Oh, uh, good.”

Stephen paused, raising his head up from his rat’s nest of hair to try and get a good look at him, but he was sort of tucking his face against his arm.

“There’s snot all over my sleeve, isn’t there?”

“Yeeeah…”

Once more his book was shut with a quiet thump and he sighed, but the smile never quite left his lips. Yep, even when he was disgusting and snotting all over him, Stephen loved the idiot genius. Shaking hands worked his buttons undone slowly and with difficulty, but it got done. He shrugged it off and draped it over Tony’s head.

“Might as well use it for a tissue now.”

Tony did just that, blowing his nose as well as he could, wiping it clean, then balled the shirt up and dropped it over the edge of the bed. Stephen just chuckled and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend to pull him in to cuddle against his now bare chest. It had Tony murmur softly and kiss his chest gently.

“Feels like your fever might finally be done. Why don’t you try to get some sleep.” Fingers brushed along his back, hardly even minding the tackiness of his skin as he settled down to partially lie down for him.

“I’m gonna drool.”

Stephen shrugged lightly. “Probably snore, too. Just sleep.”

Tony didn’t have to be told twice - hardly even once as he was already starting to doze off. One of the blankets he had pulled off previously was tugged up over his torso, then another kiss given to Tony’s head. So not to disturb him, Stephen motioned to the book, using a bit of magic to hold it suspended in the air before him. And there he would contently stay for as long as Tony slept.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #iron man #doctor strange #fanfic #ficlet #my writing

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icameinlikeagerbula · 6 years ago

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rant

this is the only place no one i know irl follows me so this is the only place i feel comfortable posting. and i need to just get my feelings out somewhere.

i swear lupus is one of the worst fucking diseases on this planet because you get all the pain and shit of cancer but instead it kills you slowly and you'll never get rid of it you just have to live 70 years of your life feeling like a god damn truck has run over ur body multiple times jdsvhjbsvhjbfdbhjfb I'm FRUSTRATED AND ANGRY AT THE WORLD AND I WANNA CRY SO BAD IM SO FUCKING DONE. I CANT LIVE THE LIFE OF A NORMAL 20 YEAR OLD. I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING INVALID. I CAN'T DO SHIT. I CANT GO TO SCHOOL WITHOUT FEELING SICK, I CANT HANG OUT WITH FRIENDS, I CANT FUCKING GO TO THE MALL BECAUSE IT HURTS SO DAMN MUCH AND IM TIRED OF PRETENDING EVERYTHING IS OKAY WHEN ITS NOT ITS NOT OKAY I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO JUST DIE AND BE DONE WITH THIS STUPID DISEASE.

i don't want to take chemo i don't want to lose my kidneys i don't want to take drugs that could potentially kill me if not already ruin the remaining quality of life i have left. I'm depressed. I think I'm suicidal. My anxiety is through the roof and theres just so much pain all I can think about is if i killed myself I wouldn’t feel this pain anymore. My soul will be able to leave behind this sorry excuse for a body. This damaged, sick body. Whats the point of living if i can't live a normal life? Im 20...I wanted to do so much, i wanted to complete university in 4 years like everyone else but nope i spend so much time in the hospital its going to take me at least 6 to get my degree. I wanted to travel the world, back pack thru Europe, walk the Inca trail...but nope because leaving my house for more than an hour is asking for a day in bed. I want to go out with my friends and dance and drink and flirt with boys but I can’t because I can’t drink, dancing will leave me bed ridden for a week, and boys don’t want a girlfriend who’s constantly in and out of the hospital for severe exhaustion. Forget getting job, my dream job is dead because theres no way my body will be able to handle the hours that come with it. FUCK I can’t even paint without having to use a brace for my weak wrists. My back is KILLING me. Sometimes the pain is so bad I can barely breathe and I feel like I’m going to suffocate to death right then and there.

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theharlequinwriter · 6 years ago

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Wound

Summary :you get hurt on a hunt in sam takes care you fluffy

Word count : 1,462

Triggers : None.

“Y/n!”

I ducked as dean threw holy water over my head splashing a demon in the face.

“RUN!”

I took off running twords the door, sam grabbed my hand pulling me into the next room covering my mouth with his hand. Dean came in after putting salt around the doors and windows.

“How many dean”

Sam sat down at a table drawing out the layout of the house. Drawing 3 x’s where we were.

“At least 13 sam not counting the three hell hounds”

Peeking outside I saw at least four demons waiting for us by the car. We planned a escape I go out the window taking out 2 of the demons by the car. Sam runs out the back killing the other two while dean distracts the ones inside. Sam grabbed my hand pulling me into him giving me a kiss.

“Love you”

“Love you too”

I broke the Window hopping out I ran forward slicing a demon from hip to hip making her fall to the ground after I killed her off . I turned to sam on his back with a demon on top trying to stab him. I went to help when I felt a sharp pain in my side , looking down a knife was deep into myside causing me to fall to my knees. I cringed pulling the blade out letting blood flow out of my wound.

Placing my hand over it , I stood up turning twords the demon who was now smiling I lunged forward cutting his arm. He screamed at the nice gash I left on his arm. His eyes flashed black as I felt myself be thrown across the street smashing into a old car windshield smashing it into pieces. I tried pushing myself up but I had lost to much blood feeling myself get weak I stayed where I fell.

I dont know what happend but I woke up in the back seat of the impala my head on sams lap and dean driving like a maniac. My eyes were to heavy to lift , I could hear dean telling sam to talk to me keep me awake.

“Y/n baby stay with me please”

I could feel his hand checking my pulse “Dean her pulse is weak”

I heard the engine roar before I passed back out. I woke up laying on a hotel bed stitches all down my side and neck. Trying to sit up my arms burned with pain causing me to scream.

“OWW FUCK”

The door flew open , sam came running in sitting next to me. He had been crying.

“You’re alright , we did the best we could just waiting for cas”

I laughed feeling my chest become heavy I winced at the pain.

“What happend?”

“A demon blitzed you from the trees”

“How did we get out”

“Surprisingly crowley helped”

Sam laid on the bed next to me carefully pulling me up to his chest. I curled up into a ball burying my face into his neck. I felt his hands tracing lightly over my stitches.

“Im sorry”

“For what?”

“I shouldn’t of let you go with us on a demon hunt”

“Sam its not your fault , you guys didnt know it was a nest”

I leaned up kissing his cheek.

My head began to feel dizzy , I gripped onto sam wrist holding myself still.

“Baby you o-”

Thats all I heard before everything went black again. I felt myself slipping in and out of conciseness I could hear the guys.

“I dont know what to do dean , im getting scared she might not pull through”

“Sammy she will be fine , shes tough , just make sure she doesnt move to much”

I had to wake up , forcing myself to groan I heard sams footsteps run to my bed. I felt his hand on my thigh lightly shaking me.

“Baby?”

“Hi moose”

He laughed , I could see the relief In his eyes as I shifted so I could look up at him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like a rag doll”

He rubbed the back of his neck , smiling down at me.

“You do know I love you right?”

“Of course I do sam , whats wrong?”

He scooted me over laying next to me.

“Sam”

“I thought I was gonna lose you”

I could tell he hadn’t slept in days , lifting myself up , I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling myself onto his chest. Listening to him breath one of his hands rest on my hip while the other rubbed down my back.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy”

He hugged me causing me to hiss in pain.

“Shit im sorry baby”

“Its fine , dont let go”

His hands stayed where they were.

“Dean wants to drive back to the bunker tonight , you think you can walk a little”

We packed up getting ready to head out. I limped to the car falling face first into the leather of the back seat. As dean drove I laid in the back singing along to the same music that always played. Sams hand held mine incase I passed out or needed him.

We arrived back at the bunker , once inside , sam made me a cup of tea while dean went to take a shower. I sat on the couch looking up the stairs where mine and sams bedroom was. Letting out a small groan , I lifted myself up starting to attempt my climb up the steps. I was having a hard time my stitches pulling every move I made. I was about to sit down when two arms swooped me up carrying me the rest of the way. Sam smiled at me as he laid me on the bed.

“You dont have to baby me sam”

“Im not , just got tired of watching you struggle”

He winked at me as he walked out the door. I sat up on the bed making myself comfy when sam came back with a big bowl of popcorn and a stack of movies.

“Thought since your bed ridden we watch movies”

He put in the first one which was army of darkness. He changed into his pjs crawling next to me pulling me into his arms. As the movie played his hands rubbed my back pulling me into him even more. Once the movie was over he got up to switch it.

“Uhh avengers or iron man 3” “Avengers”

He put it on laying down next to me once agian pulling me into him.

“Sam?”

“Yea?”

“You know you dont have to stay by my side 24/7”

He moved his gaze to me.

“Do you remeber the first day we met?”

“Yeah why?”

“I asked you out thinking you were gonna say no”

I laughed remembering when sam and dean came into my class posing as college freshmen. I was studying law apperntly a shape shifter was too Sam had gotten put in the seat next to mine. Allowing me to flirt with him all I wanted. It was maybe two weeks later when sam ran up to me during lunch asking if I wanted to go out with him but made it perfectly clear I could say no. Of course I said yes while on our date of course demons had to crash it destroying the diner and killing everyone but me and sam.

“Do you remember what I promised you?”

“you promised to never leave my side and protect me”

His finger lifted my chin pressing his lips to mine softly.

“I kept that promise until the other day”

“Sam that wasnt your fault , I should of watched my back”

“You should be in college but you ran away with me instead”

I pecked his lips on more time.

“Y/n im never gonna let anything hurt you , I wont leave your side”

“Sam” He placed a finger on my lips.

“Im not done , if you died I dont know what I do , I mean I lost dean before and went die hard on everything but if I lost you I think id just give up cause why save everyone else when I couldn’t save you”

I could feel tears running down my face , I pulled myself up giving him A deep passionfull kiss. His hands wrapped around my lower back pulling me onto his lap. I leaned back resting my arms on his shoulders.

“But who will protect you sam?”

“I will”

Looking in the door way , dean held 3 beers ,2 burgers and a salad.

“Lets move movie night to the den ay?”

I grabbed the movies while sam grabbed blankets and pillows, once sam helped me downstairs we put in a movie while we ate. I fell alseep on sams chest listening to him and dean argue over the next movie.

#Littlebrothersammyimagines #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester imagine #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x reader

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wigglywormy · 7 years ago

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Kiribaku | Stupid Jeans [submission]

Just a quick Kiribaku tickle drabble because I’ll probably die when the scene where Bakugou laughs for the first time ever gets animated. It’s SFW so don’t worry! Lots of cursing though lmao. (Worm, you’re the super bestest tickle blogger I’ve ever met and you’re making my BNHA tickle fantasies come to life every day so thank you for that. I’ve been following your blog for like?? A year now? I keep deleting my blogs but I always read up on your posts whenever I have the chance. Also your writing really really inspires me!! I love you lots okay!!)

worm’s notes: AHHH DUDE THANK U SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING THIS TO ME!!! it’s super cute holy shit ive reread it like 4 times i love it!!!!!!!! <333 if you ever write any more tickle fics please dont be afraid to submit ‘em to me, or link them to me if u post it! :D (and thank you omg, im so glad my writing can inspire you!)

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Stupid. Fucking. Jeans.

Bakugou stood in the middle of his dorm room, trying to pry off the skin-tight jeans that his pro-hero teacher forced him into the other day. He couldn’t get them off yesterday, so he gave up and just slept in them. But now the circulation was being cut off from his ankles, and he hated the feeling of the belt pressing against his middle. It pinched whenever he bent over or tried to move his legs at all, really. It made using his quirk far too difficult. He needed to get these things off. Frustrated, he growled as he tugged at the pant legs, which were seemingly stuck around his brawny thighs. He went from frustrated to infuriated, throwing his head back in anguish.

“FUCK THIS!!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, stomping furiously into the floorboards. Alas, the pants felt like they were growing tighter. He couldn’t stand it. A wavering aura of sadism washed over his expression.

“I’ll burn these fuckers off before I even try to pull them off. I’m never wearing these again.” He grumbled angrily to himself, small pops of explosions crackling in the palms of his hands. Just when he was about to explode his actual leg off, there was a knock at his door.

“Get lost.” He barked, realizing how ridiculous he looked. Hunched over, with pants half-way down his legs, one hand sizzling in preparation for attack. Of course, that was his usual way of greeting people at the door, so whomever it was, ignored his warning and walked in anyway. A bit to his relief, it was just Kirishima.

“What are you yelling about now? I heard you all the way at the end of the hallway.” The red-haired boy said, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind him. Before Bakugou could reply, Kirishima caught sight of the other. The two had just started dating; probably a few months ago. Bakugou was used to him seeing him undressed, but this time, it was slightly more embarrassing. “Wh-?” Kirishima began to ask, before immediately bursting into a fit of rowdy laughter. He doubled over, howling.

“What the heck?! You- You look so-!” He gasped for air between each bellow of laughter, causing his knees to grow weak. He leaned against the wall, clutching his stomach. “I can’t breathe!”

Bakugou erupted into anger. Nothing pissed him off more than the sound of someone laughing at him. “Shut up!” He hissed. “Make yourself useful and help me get these things off.”

He struggled once more, beginning to rip at the seams desperately. Catching his breath, Kirishima swiped a tear away from his eye. “Sure, sure. Just calm down, will ya?”

“I’M COMPLETELY CALM.” Bakugou screeched, his palms crackling a bit louder. Kirishima shielded his face, frowning slightly.

“No, you’re not. Just relax. We’ll get these off of you, okay?”

Bakugou actually began to take a deep breath, before huffing it out exasperatingly. “Fine. Hurry up.” He looked back at the door. “And lock that door. If anyone sees this, I’ll have to murder them. And then murder you.”

Kirishima laughed at his feisty boyfriend, ensuring the door was locked before strolling back over to him, pointing to the bed.

“Lay down. It’ll be easier if your legs aren’t bent or holding your weight up.” Grunting, Bakugou obliged. Kirishima took a hold of the jeans, more towards his lower calf, tugging with all of his might. But Bakugou came with him. He gripped the sheets to keep from sliding off of the mattress, grunting again. Kirishima expected him to start cursing him out, but it seemed he was actually willing to work together on this. Bakugou pulled his leg back, trying to at least slide his heel through the tight hole, but it didn’t work. He threw his head back into the pillow, huffing.

“DAMMIT!” He punched the mattress. “I’M GONNA DESTROYYYY THESE JEANS!” His palms began to flare up, but his boyfriend took his hand gently. “Breathe, Katsuki. We got this.”

Bakugou took another shaky breath. It was rare Kirishima used his first name, but it at least proved to him that he was trying to be serious, despite how absurd the scene looked.

“Lets try again.” Bakugou muttered, guiding Kirishima’s hand to the top of the pants, which were still scrunched around his thighs. Kirishima blushed, looking away sheepishly. It’s not like he hasn’t been this close to him before; it just still made him nervous.

“O-Okay.” He hooked his fingers into the belt loops, tugging at them yet again. “Pull harder!” Bakugou ordered, leaning back more, trying to slip his legs out the opposide direction. Kirishima put more oomph into it, but the belt loop snapped, and Kirishima stumbled back a little bit. Bakugou huffed again, sitting upright. “Get the scissors.” He rasped through clenched teeth, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you sure? I think Best Jeanist will be angry if he finds out you cut up his jeans.”

“Whatever. He can just make more.” Bakugou grumbled. “Like I care, anyway.” He glowered at the floor, hissing under his breath, “Why did it have to be skinny jeans?”

“Why don’t you try wiggling out of them?” Kirishima said suddenly, his face lighting up.

“I’ve tried everything!” Bakugou barked. “They’re not budging. I’m done with this shit.

“Wiggle more, then!”

“What?”

“C’mon, wiggle, like this,” Kirishima did a ridiculous jig with his legs. Bakugou only glared, his eyebrow twitching slightly. Kirishima sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’ll help you.” He said, a teasing smirk lingering on his face. He reached down and pinched Bakugou’s hip. The blonde jerked back, his breath hitching in his throat. “Don’t.” He snarled, one hand gripping Kirishima’s wrist firmly.

“Don’t what?” Kirishima grinned, pinching his hip again with his free hand. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish.”

A pause. “I’m not.”

Kirishima only laughed. “You are! That’s perfect. That’ll get you out of these jeans in no time.”

Bakugou scoffed, smoke seeping from his palms. “I will melt you into a puddle, Kirishima. Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Too late!” Kirishima cooed, activating his hardening quirk, but leaving his hands soft, as he began to dig into Bakugou’s side. The blonde yelped, trying to kick him away, but with his legs stuck in those stupid jeans, he could hardly move. The ticklish sensation shot throughout his sides, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to smile or laugh at all. He bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood in a matter of seconds.

“G-Get off of me!” He hollered, a grin tugging at his lips. Kirishima tickled up his sides, crawling underneath Bakugou’s arms. Bakugou snickered, trembling slightly.

“But you have to wiggle, Katsuki. It’s the only way to get these jeans off!” His damn teasing voice caused Bakugou’s face to turn red, a full smile on his face at this rate.

“Stop-” He snickered again, “Not there-” Those last words were almost whispered, before he started cackling. “S-STOP!”

“But it’s working!” Kirishima pushed his boyfriend back onto the bed, drilling his thumbs into the hollows of Bakugou’s hips. The poor blonde began to laugh helplessly, still pushing at Kirishima’s shoulders. His body was much heavier while hardened, making it challenging to force him away. Bakugou was beyond pissed off, though you couldn’t tell with him laughing as hard as he was.

“I-I’m gonna k-kill you-!” Bakugou choked between laughs, kicking his legs again. To his surprise, he felt the jeans begin to slip off a little. He couldn’t believe this was working.

“Your laugh is so cute, Katsuki. Why don’t you laugh more? It’ll help with your anger issues, I’m sure.”

“SHUT! UP!” Bakugou bellowed, his hands crackling as he shoved Kirishima’s shoulders again, without much avail. Kirishima scratched at Bakugou’s stomach as he watched the other struggle with amusement. “You’re ticklish everywhere, aren’t you?”

Bakugou couldn’t even bring himself to retort. He curled his legs up into his chest, heaving with laughter. His laugh was raspy and loud, occasionally transitioning to a high-pitched chortle. Each helpless giggle squeezed Kirishima’s heart, but it only made him want to tickle him longer. Even if the jeans slide off, he wanted to hear his laugh until the end of time. As the two rolled and struggled, the jeans slid off a little more, inch by inch, until one leg finally popped free.

“Hey, look!” Kirishima beamed, but continued to tickle his boyfriend under his arms again. “It’s working!”

Bakugou pressed his foot against Kirishima’s hardened hip, thrusting as hard as he could.

“I SAID STOP-!” He howled, melting into a pile of giggles for a split second, before returning to his regular, explosion-ridden fury. “K-KIRISHIMA!” Kirishima laughed along with him. “I like your red underwear, by the way. Remind you of anyone?”

That was it.

Bakugou sent a small blast into the air, scorching one of their posters right off of the wall. “CUT IT OUT! I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE!”

Kirishima finally backed off, his hands in the air pensively. “Holy shit, babe.” He breathed, hoping the wall hadn’t caught on fire. Luckily, the only thing harmed was a bit of paint on the wall. And, well, his All Might poster, which was now smithereens on the carpet. “We’re gonna get in trouble for that.”

Bakugou shot up, still out of breath. “You’re the one tickling me, asshole!” Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, tell that to Mr. Aizawa when he inevitably asks about the commotion.”

“I will!”

“You will not.”

“I WILL TOO, KIRISHIMA. SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“So you’re gonna openly admit being ticklish to our teacher? Who will definitely add that to your hero database? Then everyone will know your secret weakness?”

Bakugou pressed the palms of his hands into his face, shouting into them. “GET. OUT.”

“Nah.” Kirishima brushed off some of the burned poster off his leg, yanking the other pant leg off of Bakugou. He tossed the jeans into the trash can, leaning back on the bed.

“You’re welcome.” Kirishima chuckled, patting Bakugou’s leg. The blonde had finally calmed down, and was laying back on the mattress as well, his eyes closed.

“I hate you. I hope you know that. I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight.” He draped his arm across his face, before smiling just a tiny bit.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” Kirishima replied after a moment. He curled up beneath Bakugou’s arm, humming contently. The two lay in silence for the rest of the evening, not even paying attention to the knocks at the door from neighboring dorm mates, wondering what the explosion and yelling was about. Bakugou was actually calm for once, but would never admit the reason being from releasing his stress through laughter. But at least the torment was over for now, and that’s all that mattered to him. Just as much as the boy under his arm mattered to him.

[Thank you again for letting me submit this!! I hope you like it!!]

#submission #kiribaku #bnha #tickling

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itsl · 4 years ago

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Long time no see. I've been wanting to write this for a while, but I've been... scared? It's about my relationship. It's not ab*sive (at least in the physcial sense), but I've had about as much as I can take.

I'll start this by saying I've only been in three relationships in my life, none of which were healthy for me. I've been gaslight, shamed and more. And again, it's never been physical. But as I've come to learn, it doesn't have to be physical to seriously affect you.

So my boyfriend (x) and I have been together for nearly 3. I've been with him through a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean through me finding womens nudes on his phone to porn in his youtube history to going behind my back and talking shit about me to someone who put me in a very emotionally dangerous situation. And while the whole time, I've convinced myself that he cares about me, I've come to the conclusion that he doesn't. He's so selfish. He only cares about himself.

X has recent applied for apartment viewings in the capital. I wasn't part of this decision. We've been living together with my mum for maybe 2 years (?). I thought it was just me being petty when he told me he was going to move out. I was upset because I'm not ready, I'm dealing with a lot in the sense of mental health right now, and I thought it was kind of a dick move for him to be thinking about yhe next stage of 'our' life without me. I mustered up the courage to tell him I'm not coming when he moves out, and I even went as far as to explain myself. I said that I wasn't part of the decision, I'm not comfortable making a big move while in therapy and I cant afford to move out (as I haven't had a job for just over a year - thanks covid). He said okay and I assumed that that meant he wasn't going to move out. I was wrong. He told me again a couple of days ago that he was still moving out because he wanted to. I went about telling him how he was leaving me behind (litrrally) and that he was self sabotaging a relationship he had previously told me he didn't want to loose. So now I'm stuck thinking "hey, you work 5/6 days a week and you're going to be living in the capital, an hour of so away. Im gonna see you twice a week, if I'm lucky."

Recently I have been standing up for myself against him too. Whenever he's been interrupting me I've told him I'm not done talking and if he was rudely interrupting me, I'd tell him to shut up. In fact, I just did now, and he snapped his head round and growled at me saying "you shut up". I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared of him. He's so aggressive. He's so rude. It has to be his way all the time, and I'm sick of it. Now that I've started to stand up for myself, we've been growing apart. I can't remember the last time he hugged me or kissed me. And thats not me being dramatic, he genuinely does not show me any form of physcial affection unless I ask for it. And obviously I haven't been asking for it recently because I shouldn't have to. It's sad and I feel like a bit of a place holder (?) in his life. He talks about how he's ready to be a dad, but I don't think he gives two shits if its with me or not. He makes it apparent that he isn't sharing his life -if that makes sense. He's shown me very clearly that it doesn't matter which woman is on his arm, he'll do what he wants.

I got my covid shot a few days ago, and if you've had it or know someone that has, you may know that it can cause you to get a little sick for a few days. I have a weak immune system and a few health issues (which is why I got my shot early) and the vaccine made me so weak and achy. I didnt eat the day after my vaccine and just slept mostly, but I asked X to make me some noodles (the instant ramen) to which he replied "I dont know how to make noodles". This fucking incompetent asshole seriously said he can't boil water and put noodles in it. So, struggling to walk, achy and with the chills (the painful kind that shakes your bones), I went and spent maybe 30 minutes making a 10 (if that) minute meal. To say I was angry would be an understatement. Even my mum thought that was ridiculous. It got me thinking as well. If I WAS to move out with him, and I got sick or I was really ill, who would take care of me? If I couldn't move for some reason or I broke a bone or was bed ridden for a bit, who would take care of me? That asshole wouldn't, I'll tell you that. Not only would he not take care of me, he wouldn't even TRY to. True love my fucking ass. Even tiny little things like asking him to close the bedroom door and turn of the light in the hallway (because he was the last to come in) to which he replies "you do it" while loading up a game on his PS4.

Oh my... not to mention I haven't been given anything for our first valentines day. Yes. Our first. He usually goes away with his family, but this year he was with me. What did I get? Nothing. I got excuses "(he) ordered it, its on its way", "(he) doesn't know why its taking so long". I showed how petty I was by even reminding him when it had been a month after valentines day.

Urggg...

There's so much I want to talk about, I might have to write this in two entries. I get a little sad writing this all. I pretend I don't care, but emotional neglect does actually take a huge toll on a person believe it or not. So I'm sad.

*Part 1 of 2*

♡ L

Saturday March 20

#journal

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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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Im Yours | Part One

A/N Alrighty, here it is. Part one of the Im Jaebum Mafia series. Im so excited about this and I can't wait to write more. I hope you all love it as much as I do

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 FINALE

He laid atop his blankets, clutching to his sides. The pain ripping through his abdomen was enough to make him feel like he was shot. He'd much rather be shot. Anger was heavy in his chest as he thought about the events from earlier in the day:

He stood at the head of his table, narrowed eyed and heavy handed like he always was as he screamed at the men who sat lazily around him. He had almost finished informing his men of the large shipment of weapons that they were going to have to some how discreetly remove from the now police swarmed dock when the pain in his side started.

He blinked, not wanting to give any sign of weakness in front of the men who itched for the position his father had left for him.

'That will be all. Get out of my house.' He spit as a chorus of 'yes sir's' rang through the room.

He turned quickly when the last one had left to pour him self something, anything to take the pain away but before he could even reach out for a bottle, the glass in his hand fell out as he clutched to his side.

"Fuck!' He yelled. Soon, two of his right hand men were by his side and lifting him up. Jackson supported him, his knees now shaking with the pain while Jinyoung ran his hands over his body, checking just incase someone somehow did something.

'Mr. Im, all your symptoms will disintegrate if you please just listen to me.' Chulsoo, the groups personal and trusted doctor said with pleading eyes.

''He's not saying you have to become a grass eating hippie, for fucks sake.' Jinyoung barked from the corner of the room where he sat with his arms crossed.

"Shut up." he said, clutching to his still aching side.

"Look, Mr. Im. Theres a family, the head is a close friend of mine and they do personal catering. Here,' He started while reaching into his pocket for his wallet. He pulled a small grey embossed card out and started to hand it to him before deciding against it and handing the card over to Jinyoung. 'Their quiet, they'll come, cook and leave. You need to start taking care of yourself before others or you won't be with us much longer.'

That was all he said before collecting his things and standing to make his way out of the room, Jinyoung following him.

He laid there, eyes still bore as the pain kicked up again, though now it was muted by the pain killers Chulsoo had given him. He scoffed at himself. '22 fucking years old and I'm bed ridden for my eating habits.' he thought to himself, getting even more angry.

'Jaebum, I called them. There will be someone here tomorrow morning.'

"Y/n! We have a house call tomorrow morning. One of Chulsoo's patients who needs a controlled diet. I figured since you finished with the Parks you would like to take on this family." Your dad said, walking into the kitchen to see you already prepping for the family dinner you were about to have in your childhood home.

"Sure, why not." You mumbled, dusting your hands from the chopped onion that had made its way from your knife to your hand.

"Only if you want to though. We can always give it to the company." He said sitting down in front of you, the same time you mom walked into the kitchen.

"No I can do it, I need the money anyways." You said smiling before turning your back to him to dump the onion in the already hot pan.

Dressed and ready the next morning you threw your favorite apron over your shoulder and tucked the knives your dad had gotten you for your last birthday under your arm before locking the door to your apartment and heading down to the first floor of your apartment building. The man you had communicated with after dinner told you they would send a car. You figured it'd be a taxi- Uber at best, but when a large black SUV rolled up your eyebrows rose.

A lanky, but very well dressed man stepped out of the vehicle, his flaming red hair slightly blowing out of place by the sudden wind.

"You must be y/n." He said, his plump lips curving to form a child like grin. You nodded and stepped forward, accepting his help as he took your things from your hands.

"You can call me BamBam." He said holding a hand out for you to enter the car.

"BamBam?" You smirked. "Thats an interesting name, why do they call you that?" You asked, not being able to put a lid on your loud mouth was something you had a problem with.

"You don't want to know." He winked before hooking his seatbelt.

The drive was pretty much quiet. You signed deeply and twiddled your thumbs wishing that you could have a better view of the scenery that was passing by quickly, but due to the dark tint of the windows there was no point in straining your eyes. Every once in a while you'd turn your head to look at BamBam who's goofy smile that greeted you had faded into a stern smolder. You sighed again.

"Were here." BamBam said clicking his seatbelt before picking up your knives and sliding out of the car. You hadn't even realized you had turned down a long straight driveway that was lined with thick trees. That would have been so pretty to drive through. You thought to yourself, still a little sour about the whole tinted windows thing.

You turned from looking at the driveway to looking at the house. It was very impressive, rich red brick that had a thin blanket of ivy running up one corner. There must have been at least fourteen windows across the top floor which, if every room had two windows, would mean in the front of the house alone there were seven rooms.

"How many am I cooking for anyways?" You said. You clearly heard your father say ONE of Chulsoo's patients.

"There are seven of us in the house. Were all big boys though we can make our own food. You're only responsible for cooking for one of us." BamBam said as he led you through the front doors that the driver had opened for you.

The house was bright and homey inside with a modern twist. It was almost like walking into a museum the way art hugged every wall and statues were nestled in every corner. You couldn't help but admire the open floor of the foyer. On either side of the large room was a stair case that met in the middle, and standing at the very top was a man.

His gaze on you made a chill run up your spine, but you couldn't look away. His head was tilted slightly to the side as he watched you, his hair that had a slight wave to it parted in the middle to create a heart shape around his sharp features. His plump red lips were where your eyes stopped though, the way they twitched slightly in attempt to smile made you shift your weight. He bowed slightly after the few seconds that felt like hours passed, just as BamBam called your name.

"This way, lets go." He said pulling his head to one side, indicating you to follow him through the hallway that formed under the staircase.

You're eyes widened at the kitchen. Having cooked your entire life and with the few years of being able to call yourself a professional chef under your belt you had been in a lot of kitchens, a lot of really nice kitchens. But this one... This one was different. You hardly had time to take in the large granite island that formed in the center of the kitchen before BamBam was demanding your attention again.

"So, what were you thinking for breakfast?" He said just as another man walked in.

"He requested an omelette." He said sternly causing BamBam to press his lips together, trying to stifle a laugh. The new man seemed less than impressed with BamBams efforts. You watched him as he took a deep long breath.

"Everything you need is in the fridge and or cupboards. BamBam will stay here with you for most of the day until you have a hang of where everything is. One of the others will bring you meal orders as the time come and goes." He said before bowing slightly and turning to walk back out of the room.

"What's up his ass?" You said reaching for the fridge. BamBam snorted slightly causing you to smile while placing four eggs on the counter.

"So are you all brothers in here?" You asked after thanking him for pointing out the cabinet the pans were in

"Basically." He said resting his chin on his fists.

"Basically? So your not?" You stated turning back to the fridge where you unloaded spring onions, pancetta and a sharp cheddar for the omelette.

"Basically." He said again.

"So is this just like a fraternity house where you all walk around in suits all day?" You asks raising one eyebrow as you began to dice the onions.

"That's one way to put it." He said.

You sighed at the fact the conversation wasn't going anywhere and quickly cracked the eggs into a bowl, scrambled them, added a touch of milk and poured it into the hot pan. It didn't take long for the kitchen to fill with the smell of melting cheese and hot pancetta, the combination of meat and cheese, as BamBam informed you, was already making his mouth water.

"I can make you one too, might as well since your stuck in here with me all day." You smiled flipping the omelette once more before plating it.

"Um yes?" BamBam asked sitting up straighter as he watched you garnish the plate with sliced oranges.

Picking up the plate you walked it around the large island but before you were able to reach BamBam two boys walked in, stepping in your way.

"What is that!" The shorter one said pointing to the plate.

"Bosses breakfast." BamBam said meeting you and taking the plate. "Outta here." He said moving his head to the door.

"I want an omelet!" The taller said holding a hand out to you. BamBam looked back to you and watched you shrug. He whispered something for just them to hear before saying he'd be right back. You watched the two take a seat behind the island where BamBam once was and you nodded turning back to the fridge to pull out 12 eggs this time. The feeling of the two unnamed boys watching you chop made you a little uncomfortable, but thankfully BamBam returned quickly.

"That one better be for me." BamBam said coming around to sit on the counter behind you, his long legs hanging off haphazardly. You nodded and smiled at him as you added the extras.

"No! I'm so hungry I haven't been able to eat anything since yesterday!" The shorter one raised his voice.

"Hyung! She offered it to me first so shut it!" BamBam said, the same goofy grin meeting his lips.

They spent so much energy fighting over who was going to get the first omelette they didn't even notice you plate the cooked egg, cut another orange up and place it I front of the quiet tall one.

"Ah! Thank you so much." He said giving you a toothy grin.

"Thank you for behaving in my kitchen." You smiled.

"Y/n, really!?" BamBam said pouting.

"Now I'm never gonna eat." The other said.

"Let me show you a secret." You said bending back over to the cabinet the pans were in. You pulled out another small pan and placed it on the burner.

"Problem solved!" The shorter one said with a smile.

"Just make sure to give me mine before Jackson’s." BamBam said causing Jackson to groan.

"So we have BamBam, Jackson, Mr. Stick up his ass... what's your name?" You asked the taller one as he piled another bite into his mouth. He looked wide eyed at Jackson before looking at BamBam.

"She met Jinyoung." He said laughing. Jackson joined him. But the taller one just raised his eyebrows and turned back to his omelet.

"I'm Yugyeom." He said with another sweet smile. "And this is incredible." He said pointing at the half gone omelette.

By the time you plated BamBam and Jacksons breakfast and made sure BamBam had his in his hands before Jackson two more boys had entered the kitchen. Introducing themselves as Mark and Youngjae they placed a dirty plate on the counter before eyeing everyone else eating as well.

"Boss wanted us to tell you that he enjoyed the breakfast." Mark said.

"Would you two also like an omelette?" You asked with a chuckle. With how quickly their eyes snapped towards you, you took that as a yes and went to work.

"How about stick up-" you paused when BamBam gave you a wide eyed look. "I mean Jinyoung? Would he like one?"

"If he's not in here probably not." Yugyeom said sitting back in his chair.

Lunch was just just the same, as soon as you plated the seasoned chicken over a strawberry spinach salad and BamBam left to deliver the food, everyone else flooded into the kitchen.

The only difference with dinner was this time Jinyoung joined them. You wouldn't be able to help yourself, every time he spoke you'd look at BamBam who'd give you a side eye and the two of you tried to fight off a laugh, usually by busying yourself with cleaning something up.

"Boss really liked your food. He wouldn't admit it cause he's proud but he was definitely looking forward to his next meal." BamBam said in the now empty kitchen, he had offered to help you wash things and now was sheething your knifes.

"Will I ever meet this Mr. Boss person?" You asked, thinking back to the man on the stairs and wondering if that was him.

"Hes a really privet person. It doesn't help that he'd nose deep in work 24/7" He said handing you your bundle of knives just as his name was called.

"Get her home. We have a.. a meeting." Mark said sternly before bowing at you slightly and smoothing his suit as he walked away.

The car ride home was a little bit more fun as you and BamBam spit balled ideas for meals the following day. It seemed like every other idea he sent your way either involved lots of sugar or lots of bloody meat.

"BamBam Im supposed to be keeping the boss man healthy." You said making him chuckle again.

"He seemed to already be feeling better by the end of the day." He said scratching his arm.

"Then Im doing my job," You started smiling. Just then the car pulled up to the curb infant of your apartment and you started to collect your things. "See you tomorrow?"

"Bright and early. Goodnight y/n."

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knotsandknives · 7 years ago

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from the angst meme: please come get me, with our wonderful joseph and robert?

“Come get me,” Robert’s voice filters through the phone, hushed like he doesn’t want to be overheard, slurred like he’s on the other side of a bottle, just mean enough to raise Joseph’s hackles. He’s drunk and stupid, and Joseph is in no mood.

“That’s how you speak to someone you’re trying to get a favor out of?” Joseph bites back, righteous and judgmental. He hadn’t wanted to answer the phone in the first place, but the anxious part of him, the part that was born right alongside his first child, insisted that it could be something dire. That Robert might have been in some grave danger, and how would he feel knowing he’d let that call go to voicemail.

Of course, he should have known it would be nothing more dangerous than a 50-something year old man, fall-down drunk with his keys in the possession of his favorite bartender.

“Please come get me,” Robert growls on the other end of the line, low and tight through ostensibly gritted teeth. Where he gets off copping an attitude with Joseph is beyond him. Robert was the one who picked a fight, Robert was the one who stormed out, Robert’s the one currently in danger of having to walk home in 3 inches of still-falling snow. He’s got some nerve.

“The kids are in bed,” Joseph says, a blatant lie. He’s hoping Robert is too drunk to remember the kids are at their grandparents’ for the weekend.

No such luck. Joseph always forgets how good Robert is at being drunk. Not that it’s anything to be admired. But the man can hold his liquor.

“The kids are in fucking Connecticut.”

Joseph sighs, big and deep enough that the weariness of it should be enough to penetrate Robert’s drunken haze. He needs Robert to know how much he’s inconveniencing him. How much of a burden he is on Joseph. How pissed Joseph must still be at him to even entertain those type of thoughts.

“It’s past midnight. I’m not dressed.” Even as he says it, Joseph is climbing out of bed, shivering against the chill of the room. He’d been too mad to turn the heat up as he’d stormed his way upstairs earlier.

“So what?” Robert says back, and Joseph can hear the leer through the phone. Unbelievable.

“Don’t fucking try and hit on me, Robert. I’m not in the mood,” Joseph snaps, angrily stuffing his feet into his sneakers, not even bothering with socks. He doesn’t bother with pants or a shirt, either. He refuses to put an ounce more effort into this mission of mercy than he has to.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Robert mutters. Joseph ignores him.

He recognizes that the only person he’s punishing is himself as he steps out the front door in a coat, unbuttoned over his bare chest, barely reaching the tops of his thighs, legs bare below the knee. The thin material of his boxers does nothing but make him colder. Joseph hisses, clamping his jaw before his teeth can start to chatter.

Robert is making soothing noises through the phone, but Joseph isn’t sure who they’re directed at. “I’m on my way,” he says shortly, hanging up the phone without waiting for a reply and tossing it into the passenger seat as he clambers into his SUV. Leather seats seem great in theory, with their easy cleanup and stain-resistant nature, perfect for hauling kids around, but in reality, they’re cold as hell against bare legs in sub-20 temperatures.

Joseph curses Robert’s name, heritage, pets, all the way to Jim and Kim’s. The drive isn’t even long enough for the heat to start working properly, but at least his seat warmer is doing its best to keep him from literally fusing to his ice block of a seat. He pulls crookedly into a parking spot, considers just sitting there without alerting Robert to his presence, but the cold air still blowing through the vents propel him out of the car, toward the warm lights of the bar.

It’s late enough, and the town is small enough, that Robert seems to be the only patron left in the dingy little dive. Joseph lets the door bang open, a swirl of icy wind and snow follows him in, and Robert’s head turns automatically toward the commotion.

“Jesus, Joe, you couldna least made yourself decent?”

Robert sounds like he’s trying very carefully not to slur his words, but there’s a glass of some amber liquid still held in his hand, and his perch on his stool is precarious at best. Joseph shares a look with the man behind the bar, whose name Joseph knows he should know but can’t be bothered to search for.

“I would have called him a cab or something, but he insisted you’d come get him,” he says apologetically, wincing at the sight of Joseph in what clearly are his sleep clothes. “Didn’t know he’d be dragging you out of bed.”

“He’s fine, he wasn’t sleepin’,” Robert interjects, before Joseph has a chance. “He’s too mad to sleep. Prob’ly just layin’ there, stewin’ an’ shit. Good fer ‘im to cool off.”

Joseph turns on his heel, ready to leave the way he came without a word, but Robert makes a distressed noise behind him, the clatter of the stool letting Joseph know he’s making an attempt to stand. Joseph turns around slowly, hands planted firmly on his hips, bare where his boxers have ridden down. Joseph doesn’t miss Robert’s sweeping glance, but neither does he acknowledge it.

“You’re drunker than you were when you called,” Joseph says, flatly, watching Robert struggle upright. There’s a pull to go help him, sling an arm around him and hold him close, settle him first in the car and then in bed, bring him water and aspirin and offer him slow morning sex to help him recover from his hangover. There’s this innate need to nurture him, but Joseph fights it. This will not be how their lives go, and Robert either needs to figure that out or….

Joseph shies away from finishing the thought, letting Robert brace a hand on his shoulder as he draws near.

“Drunker, yes,” Robert says, and if there was a continuation of that thought, it’s lost to the breeze when Joseph pulls the door open, offering a short wave to the bartender on their way out.

Joseph moves away from Robert when they reach the front of the car, headlights blindingly intense where they reflect off the gathering snow. Robert stumbles a little, but Joseph assuages the guilt by reasoning that, if he were to fall, at least the fall would be cushioned. He climbs back into a much warmer cabin, stretching his frozen fingers in front of the vents as Robert picks his way around to the passenger’s side.

“You’re gonna catch your fuckin’ death, comin’ out here like that,” Robert scolds slowly, not missing the way Joseph shivers when he opens his door. He takes his time getting in, anyway.

“It seems like there’s a way I could have avoided coming out here like this,” Joseph replies, barely waiting for Robert to slam his door before throwing the vehicle into reverse. Robert tips his head back against the seat, eyes closed, and Joseph can literally smell the alcohol on him.

“You coulda put some goddamn clothes on.”

“You could have put the goddamn bottle down.”

“Ooh, he is mad,” Robert whispers, mostly to himself. Joseph ignores him.

The snow hasn’t slowed a bit since it started falling, right around the time Robert had left, and Joseph says a quick prayer of thanks for four-wheel drive and light traffic. Still, even the large SUV has a little trouble climbing the incline of Robert’s driveway when Joseph swings in. The wheels spin, a little, and the resulting lurch causes Robert to open his eyes for the first time. He blinks around, slow and impaired, before frowning.

“You’re at the wrong house. I know it’s only a stone’s throw from your place but you shouldn’t be stompin’ around in the snow in that getup,” Robert tells him, words still fuzzy around the edges.

“I’m not at the wrong house. This is your house. Get inside.”

Robert keeps frowning at him, face lit by soft streetlights and even softer snow. “You kickin’ me out?”

“You let yourself out,” Joseph corrects him, trying to keep his voice neutral. “You made a choice. I’m just honoring your decision.”

“Aw hell, you’re sore at me?” Robert blurts out, regretting the outburst immediately as he raises a hand to his head. “I just needed to blow off some steam, honey.”

“You went. You blew. What else is there?” Joseph asks, determinedly not meeting his eye. Robert’s eyes are a weakness for Joseph. He can’t look at him and hope to maintain his resolve.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joseph sighs, long and weary again. Robert isn’t impressed. “What else is there, Robert? If this is how you’re going to react every time we have an argument then…” Joseph trails off, tries to leave it there. Robert won’t let him.

“Then what?” he says, and there’s the danger Joseph was afraid of earlier. There’s the question he was trying to avoid asking himself.

Joseph grips the steering wheel, shrugging Robert off when he reaches for one of his shoulders, trying to turn him to face him. “Then I don’t know, Robert. I just know that this is not how I’m going to live. I already had a spouse who solved all of our problems with alcohol. I can’t do it again.”

“Since when am I your spouse?” Robert asks, and it’s not mean or cutting. Just curious, and perhaps a little hopeful. Joseph shakes his head.

“You know what I mean. Partner. Companion. Whatever.”

“I’m not saying I’m opposed to being your spouse,” Robert clarifies, more sober than he’s been all night.

Joseph shoots him an incredulous look, breaking his own rule about eye contact. “Seriously? Right now, you’re saying this to me? I’m talking about splitting up and you’re half-assedly proposing?”

Robert makes a face, eyebrows drawn together. “You’re not talking about splitting up. You’re mad.”

“And you left!” Joseph yells, fed up. “I get mad, and you leave. Or you get mad, and still, you leave. All you ever do is leave, Robert, and I’m not going to spend my whole life getting left.”

“So, what? You wanna stand in the kitchen and scream at each other? That’s what healthy relationships are built on?” Robert yells back, impending headache be damned apparently.

“They aren’t built on one person getting fall down drunk every time there’s a disagreement.”

“You knew about the drinking when we started this,” Robert reminds him. He’s the one avoiding looking at Joseph, now, eyes fixed pointedly out the windshield. “It’s always been a thing. I don’t….deal with confrontation well.”

Joseph blows out a breath, the too-hot car making it hard to think. He thinks about shutting the car off, but that would be too much of a concession. What he really needs is space. He wishes Robert would just go inside already, before they say something they’ll both regret.

“You don’t deal with confrontation at all. You bail. And I’m tired of being bailed on.”

“So, what?” Robert says again, and his voice has adopted that low, tight sound from before. The dangerous one. There’s danger everywhere they turn tonight, it seems. “You’re bailing on me now? The bailee becomes the bailer?”

Joseph drags his hands over his face, eyes stinging from the lateness of the hour, from the rush of emotion he can’t ebb. “I came to get you. And now I’m dropping you off.”

“Joseph,” Robert starts, hand on his arm again.

“Robert, please.”

“Please what?”

Joseph hangs his head, chin touching his chest, too tired to pretend he isn’t. “Go inside. Sleep it off.”

“And then what? Am I gonna wake up without a partner?”

Joseph looks at him, long and hard. He sees the fear behind the indignation, the tremble in his hands and bottom lip, the desperation, and he wants to take it all back. To comfort and reassure him, like Robert so obviously needs. He also sees the glassiness of his eyes, the liquor weighing down his limbs, and wants to burn it all down right then, see what rises from the ash of their dysfunctional relationship.

“I’m going home,” Joseph says, slowly, surprising himself with how steady his voice sounds. “And you’re going to sleep it off. And then you’re going to think about what you want.”

“And then what?” Robert presses, almost begging now.

Joseph sighs again, his last one of the evening. He leans across Robert, opening his door for him, breathing in the bitterly cold night air. It freezes in his lungs, steals his breath, and so if the next words come out choked, Joseph knows what’s to blame.

“And then….please come get me.”

#robert small #joseph christiansen #roseph #dream daddy #ddadds #prompt fill #okay this one is not as nice as the others #and i am SORRY #but i just started typing and this is what came out #thank you for sending it and thanks everyone for reading #these are so fun #my fic #Anonymous

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magixfatedfics · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: what to do?

I can finally update this, not the reviews are fixed. thank you for the reviews and support I hope you love this story, though I must ask before I get on with this chapter, is there anything you would like to see happen in this story? Comment or Im me

On to the Chapter 6

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It was Early in the morning, Brandon and the rest of the gang woke up feeling a bit out a place at the moment. Flora walked up by Brandon placing her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Hey are you alright?.. I hope you slept well at least."

Brandon looked over at Flora and nodded his head sadly, "Yeah but it wasn't easy."

Flora nodded her head once more as she knew how he felt, "What if I told you that were all healed up .. well most of us, and were ready to go find the Winx then would you cheer up?"

The Brown haired Specialist turned himself around looking at Flora. "Does that me we can go and find everyone?"

Flora smiled as she spoke up "Timmy is working on the Owl now, he said it should be ready to fix here soon, He’s also down, because of the fact that Tecna is not here."

Brandon agreed and looked down over by the others.

With one small whisper he looked at the sunlight, then placing his hand where a beam of sun lightly glowed and spoke up as he watch the luminescent light, "Don't worry Stella , I will find you.. until then please be safe."

Meanwhile back over by the Wizards.

"So wait your telling me that fairy told you where the second sun of solaria is? and even though we have no clue that it exists we're going to go and find it?" Anagon spoke up as he looked at Ogron.

"You idiot .. if the princess of Solaria rats her own kingdom out, for the safety of some hero, there must be something there." Ogron spoke up as he was making up a plan.

"Remind us again why we want the Second sun of Solaria?"

With a sigh, Ogron rubbed his temples and looked at his teammates, "This is simple really, If we take the second sun hide it, the King will become weak and ill, When he is bed ridden, we have the princess captured so there will be no one to step in our way. “

“And after the king is ill, That heat blaze world will be under chaos, we can take over it and it's people with out any interference at all.. So that's on plant down, many to go."

Gantlos nodded his head until he came up with one problem, "What about the Queen?"

"The Queen?.. Hmm what to do with the queen.. well that is a simple little matter and we will deal with it if she comes." -Ogron

"No one is going to stand in our way now."

The 4 shadowed figures soon disappeared with a poof.

Back over into the dark room.

Stella could be seen with her hand on her head curled up into a corner.

"What have I done..." Stella spoke up sadly as she hid.

Though to her surprise the other Winx girls managed too set themselves free and hugged Stella.

"What ever you did, you must have done it for a reason." Musa spoke up as she smiled.

That's right they had no clue that she had doomed her kingdom by spilling the most biggest secret of all, protector of Solaria more like destroyer of it.

A reassuring hand was soon placed on the fairy of lights shoulder ,

"Now that were free from his little spell, lets go look for those wings."- Tecna

Stella looked up , wiping the tears from her face, "They're in a glass case down stairs."

Standing up Stella felt weak, not only from the lack of light but , a guilty conscience that was weighing her down.

Though Shaking her head Stella knew that she she need be strong, guilty or not, her father and peoples lives were in danger.

"Let's go find those wings."-Stella

Meanwhile back over by the Owl Ship

"Oh come on ..what's the matter now?" Timmy groaned as he worked hard on fixing the engine of the ship that would not turn on.

Hitting it with a wrench the Technology Specialist sighed, feeling a little frustrated now.

"I tightened the bolts of the gas pipe, welded back the main transition of the power line and emptied clean and refilled the fuel tank, which the gauge says it's fine, Why wont you run?!"

Helia placed his hand on the males shoulder, and paused. "Timmy you need to calm down."

Timmy looked up at Helia realizing he was getting a bit upset. "I'm just worried about Tecna.. I want this thing to run so we can save the girls"

Helia smiled and looked down at the engine. "They say a person who is impatient never gets anything done because of the negative energy Though maybe if you calm down a little and take a break. the Ship will be ready by the time you come back..come on let's get some lunch before you continue."

Timmy knew Helia was right, even though it was irritating to wait, the male nodded his head and stood up. "Your right..let's go get something to eat."

Flora watched from a distance as she nodded her head, at least Helia was helping out though she couldn't help but worry about the others.

"Flora are you coming?"

"..?.."

"Huh?"

Flora turned her head around to see, Sky Brandon and Nabu who all smiled lightly.

"Are you coming to get something to eat?"- Nabu called out.

Smiling lightly the fairy of nature nodded her head.

"We're coming Winx, As soon as we can get the Owl to fly again ..so please just wait a little longer." Flora whispered quietly and rushed over to the table.

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gunsfrhands · 7 years ago

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here are things about me that nobody wanted to know, but i wanted to answer

1. What is your name? ELLEN 2. How old are you? 20 3. Are you sure? ??? /?? ? ? ? ?? 4. What is your earliest memory? something that is pink 5. What is your favorite alcoholic drink? i don’t drink, gurl!!!!!!!!!!!!!

6. What is your favorite vegetable? the humble potato 7. Do you remember your first day at school? ya 8. What is the worst exam result you remember ever getting? 50% for both year 12 maths methods exams lolol 9. How tall are you? 5'5 10. Can you swim? splish splash! yep! 11. Who is your favorite movie actress? i really don’t care 12. Who is your favorite movie actor? ibid. 13. Who is your favorite comedian? bo burnham ? idk

14. Who is your favorite politician? hmm i disagree a lot with this q. i agree with a lot of politicians and i think some are cool and interesting people, but having a “favourite politician” would be putting them on a pedestal?? and like when u do that it makes it harder to disagree with them when they have a BAD opinion on some issues. i don’t think that’s good. i think we need to always be critical of politicians no matter how groovy some seem.

15. Who is your favorite historical figure (been dead for at least 100 years)? Louis XVI ! :O :O Tsar Nicholas II (even tho he’s only been dead for 99 years), Charlotte Corday!, Woodrow Wilson (BTW by “favourite” i’ve interpreted that as mOST inTeresting, i don’t necessarily think these historical figures were good people loL especially wilson ahhhh i just think his contribution in beginning wwii was super interesting, especially how wilsonian principles like self-determination influenced different nations, i think he wasnt a super great dude tho lol) hmmm, some more probs but i cannot recall at this time.

16. Who is your favorite super-heroine?jessica jones ?? idk & idc 17. Who is your favorite super-hero? idc at all lol 18. Can you name a female scientist other than Madame Curie? yes lol omg ?????? jane goodall, marie pasteur, rosalind franklin ?? (even tho marie curie is my fav tho <3 ) i feel like if people don’t know about female scientists they NEED to do independent research bc they really don’t teach much at school !!!!!!! and the contributions of women throughout history are so important obvs. 19. Who is your favorite mythological god or goddess? ooooooo tricky tricky !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! athena is cool but idk if fave ??? i just like mythology itself and not specific gods in particular reallyyyyy

i deleted questions 20- 30 bc they were so weird lol

31. What is the worst movie you have ever seen? omg last night i watched spy kids 4 , and it’s so bad that it’s past the point of being so bad that it’s funny (such as the room and birdemic, u feel?) this was just bad bad. 32. What is the worst TV show you have ever seen? i do not watch tv shows that are bad lolol 33. What is the worst book you have ever read? idk New moon mayB 34. What is the worst song you have ever heard? idc 35. What is the worst sport you know of? what do u mean by worst tho lol idk i dont have interest in many sports so idc enough for this q 36. Who is the worst movie "star" ever? i really don’t care about celebrity culture 37. Who is the worst comedian ever? idk, u feel ? it’s like... i have never witnessed ever comedian EveR so idk who is the worst, i feel like i would need to do extensive research to answer this. 38. Who is the worst author ever? there are plenty of bAD authors. i feel like i wanna say zoella lol. but ultimately, see above Q. 39. Who is the worst musical act ever? IDC 40. Who is the worst sports "star" you have ever seen? i dont understand so GOodbYE 41. If you could go back in time to witness an historical event in person, what event would you want to see? signing of treaty of versailles ??!?!?! i would say russian rev but that could be dANGERous ://////// 42. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? my bed, goodnight! 43. If you could meet anyone in the world, who would you meet? idc bc i feel like i could say a few different bands but ultimately, they don’t know who i am and they don’t care. meeting them would make me feel like OMG for a few mins, and then that would be it. i would think it was fun, they would forget me after 1 day and again, this weird kind of idolisation... i don’t think it’s healthy. people are just people. sO if i could meet anyone in the world, i would want to meet someone who is nice and who would ultimately become a nice and close friend for me! 44. If you could become famous for one thing, what would that thing be? bEING IN A BAND PLz 45. If you could buy anything regardless of cost, what would you buy? like how with genies you use ur last wish for infinite wishes, so like i would buy infinite money and i would get trapped in some kind of capitalist money loop where i am spending infinite money to buy infinite money. i think that would be cool 46. If you could change any one thing about your country, what would it be? ONE thing ?????? i live in australia, i would remove politicians like pauline hanson, dutton, joyce, morrison, abbott, frydenberg lol they would all just disappear from the public eye forEvER. OR even better i would LET REFUGEES SETTLE HERE , if u dont know , australia is literally THE WORST pls read up and learn about how inhumanely refugees who try to come to australia are treated. it’s awful http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-06-14/manus-island-why-are-asylum-seekers-suing-the-commonwealth/8610482

47. If you could change any one thing about international politics, what would it be? really. REALLY. I feel like this is so obvious that im not even going to say anything. thanks ok 48. If you could meet any famous person who is dead, who would it be? idc 49. If you could become dictator of the world, would you? a benevolent dictator sURE but UMMMMMM as much as i think i am cool and right about everything, i would for sure become corrupt, so no thanks. 50. If you could eat an entire cow at one sitting, would you? no thanks! 51. Have you ever illegally downloaded music/TV shows/movies from the net? I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT LIMEWIRE IS I SWEAR 52. Have you ever used illegal narcotics? no 53. Have you ever gotten any points on your driving license? i’ve only done 8 houRS on my L plates lol so NO 54. Have you ever stolen anything from a shop? nop 55. Have you ever bought alcohol or cigarettes while underage? nop 56. Have you ever bought alcohol or cigarettes for another person who was underage? nop

57. Have you ever tried to cheat the taxman/social security/other government agency? i don’t have any money lol idek how to pay taxes hehe

58. Have you ever ridden on a train or bus without paying? perhaps 59. Have you ever been arrested? nooono 60. Have you ever been charged with a crime ... ? nononoo 61. What's the furthest you've ever been from home? euROPE but idk which country in europe that i visited would be geographically furthest from australia... UK probs?? 62. Where have you visited that you would like to go back to? EVERYwhere in europeeee 63. Where would you like to visit that you haven't yet? stonehenge! 64. Where is your favorite place in the world? my bed, goodnight! 65. Where have you visited that you hope never to go to again? greece, i went in summer summer and air was hard to breathe and hot idk museums were cool but not again soz greece xoxo 66. Where would you definitely never go to? idk a bunch of places lol 67. Where is your least favorite place in the world? how would i know! hMM! 68. What is your favorite way to travel ? my own two feet i really don’t like any other kinds of transport bc i am scared of trusting other people to transport me 69. What is your least favorite way to travel? boat maybe lollol 70. deleted bc idgi 71. What was the last movie you saw? spy kids 4 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!L O L 72. Was it any good? i answered this above ahhhehhhaehehaeo 73. What was the last book you read? a storm of swords 74. Was it any good? ya i guess 75. What was the last song you listened to? HUMDRUM BLUES BY THE GROWLERS 76. Was it any good? YESYESYSES! 77. What was the last computer game you played? Dolphin Olympics!!!!!! 78. Did you do well? Yes 79. What was the last meal you ate? gnocchi 80. Was it any good? nah

81. Do you believe in God/Goddess/Gods/Goddesses? nah 82. Do you agree with the war in Iraq? nah 83. Do you believe in aliens? liKE.... does it really matter what i think???? what ever i think doesn’t change the reality. but YA 84. Do you agree with the theory of evolution? OfC

85. Do you believe in reincarnation? ?? nA h ??? 86. Do you agree with the idea of the UN? United Nations (UN)? ya i guese ? ?? 87. Do you believe in karma? meh 88. Do you agree with the theories of man-induced global warming? IT AIN”T JUST THEORIES GURL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAs

89. Do you believe in democracy above all other systems of government? hmmm ya 90. Do you agree with Freddie Mercury when he sings "Fat-bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round"? w hh at a 91. What is your favorite movie? SCHOOL OF ROCK. SCHOOL OF ROCK. SCHOOL OF ROCK. SCHOOL OF ROCK. 92. What is your favorite book? Animal Farm (ik im a cliche shh) 93. What is your favorite song? difficult question bc having favourite things is a bit weird imOP! buTTtttttt i will say rn it is proBS Tell it how it is, by the growlers, but that is just my fav like for this week, it will change soon lolol 94. What is your favorite city? where i live ? lol idk 95. What is your favorite sport? NETBALL 96. What is your favorite place in the world? IDK and IDC!!!!!!!!!! 97. Are you glad these questions are almost over? I LOVE ANSWERING QS but all of these ones were pretty weak so yes 98. What are you going to do next? sleep 99. Do you anticipate this activity being fun? yesyeysyeyses 100. Give us a quote to end on...”i’ll kidnap a thousand children before i let this company die” - Mr Waternoose.

#me #there are 100 qs btw

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