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phoenixplume117 · 4 years

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Aspik & Marinette

(If you read my other works this does NOT fit in with that timeline)

2017

Ladybug turned to Rena Rouge she needed someone to deliver Sass to Luka but she couldn't do it right now. She looked over at Nino-er Carapace, right now they were on the offensive, they didn't require his defensive power she ran to him.

"Carapace! I need your help!"

Carapace turned to her and nodded while watching the Akumatized woman begin to run their way, along the river, "uh.. sure?"

Ladybug opened her yoyo and produced a box, "I need you to find-- Ugh, I hate telling you this. You already know who Rena is…" she mentally argued if she could deliver it herself.

"How about instead of telling me who it goes to, you let me guess?" he offered?

Ladybug looked down the Seine at the quickly approaching Melusine that decided to dive under the water and gain it's mermaid tail, dragon wings, "Alright, it's the Miraculous of the snake."

"Um, Julika's older brother?" Carapace didn't bother to tell her that everyone already knew everyone else except who she and Chat Noir were.

Ladybug took a step back in surprise then recovered and pretended he was wrong, "Uh, I've met him, he sounds like a good match for a one time use, take it to him let the kwami, his name is Sass, explain how it works, now go!"

Carapace ran to the Couffain's boat and he was nearly there before he remembered, Luka broke his leg the day before. He quickly thought then veered to his best friend's house, Adrien wasn't home, he would just be getting out of fencing, he ran to school. Out of breath he hid in the shadows of the courtyard stairs and waited. When Adrien walked out of the cloakroom doors he rushed him, picked him up and pulled him under the opposite stairs so no one would see them.

"Adrien Agreste?"

Adrien looked at the turtle superhero and knew he was needed, some place, IN BLACK but he was about to be offered something else. Plagg was going to be pissed… again. He nodded, "Yes?"

Carapace looked around and finding no one he pulled the box out from under his shield, "This is the miraculous of the snake…"

Adrien did even hear the rest of what his sometimes partner was saying. He just looked at the box trying to figure out a way to say he did not want to do this.

Carapace opened the box with a grin and a flourish, "Well?" a heartbeat went by and his best friend didn't respond, not that he knew they were best friends but he thought for sure Adrien would be at least a little excited. He'd been completely stoked when LB had given him Lil' Dude. "Uh, Du- er M. Agreste?"

Adrien looked like he was in pain or at the very least mildly constipated.

Sass spoke up, "Master Agreste, may I explain the way my miraculous works?"

Adrien looked at Sass, "um, can I not? I'm kind of not supposed to put myself in danger."

Carapace looked surprised but Sass didn't, he remembered their time together.

"Um, dude, I'm sure you can, but I'm begging you, LB needs our help Chat Noir is totally MIA and this is the first time she's ever asked me to do something so important. Please, don't make me let her down."

Adrien had to smile, Carapace was such a team player, how could he let his friend down, he reminded him so much of Nino sometimes. On the other hand he really did not want to do this, after all history had shown him, the odds were not in their favor if he were Aspik. He looked at Sass who also didn't seem thrilled, where was Luka? His face lit up, Luka! "Actually, I know who Viperi.." Adrien trailed off and his smile faded, he'd forgotten.

Carapace nodded, "Yeah, I guess, I was right, the guy who broke his leg yesterday?"

Adrien shrugged, "Ladybug said I had to keep it a secret so I'm not really sure how I should answer that."

Carapace grinned and held out the box again, "Adrien Agreste-"

Adrien pursed his lips then put his hand out, "Okay," he put the miraculous on and quickly called the Gorilla to tell him the team had extra drills and stashed his bag then transformed.

Carapace watched his efficiency and reminded himself to tell LB to give Adrien a Miraculous more often. "Ready?"

Aspik nodded and ran after Carapace into battle.

With a little black blur tucked between him and his lyre giving constant negative feedback.

"You could have said no," Plagg said.

"I tried," Aspik whispered.

"Did you forget the last time?"

"No, I just need to figure out a way to, get hurt or something," he said.

"Did you say something?" Carapace said, turning toward the river.

"Yeah, what am I supposed to be fighting?"

"Oh, it's like a massive Melusine the size of a statue, it can switch between legs and fins. And we haven't figured out what the akumatized object is."

"She needs her Chat Noir not Snekboi," Plagg said dryly, then to make sure Aspik understood he was being made fun of, "That's spelled S-N-E-K-B-O-I."

"Yeah, I figured," then louder he replied to Carapace, "Um, I'm going to meet you at the riverfront on the other side, see if I can get a lay of the area."

Carapace nodded, Adrien was smart, Viperion did that a lot, watched the entire battle area, to see what needed to be done, "Okay! Thanks I appreciate it so much!" Carapace said, then ran ahead.

Aspik ran diagonally away from him, then found a recessed area and detransformed. "Sorry Sass but-"

"He's mine!" Plagg interrupted, "Stop trying to take MY chosen."

Sass looked unimpressed, "First, I don't choose to be GIVEN although Master Adrien is very nice I much prefer Master Luka, Second, until now, I had no idea you were Chat Noir… My condolences having to work with… Him," Sass said looking at Plagg.

Plagg's chin dropped in shock, that anyone would think that he was anything less than amazing. After all, he was!

Adrien rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket for some blue colored cheese and popped it in Plagg's, still open mouth, "Snack time." he said.

"Yuck, that completely messes wi-" he grumbled with his mouth full.

"Aqua Plagg, Transform Me," Adrien said, looking both ways then ran for the water, tucking the Snake Miraculous's bracelet into his pocket. Now Sass was hiding in his hair, something that occasionally Plagg would do.

"You know you don't have to pick on him," Chat Noir chastised Sass.

"He needs it, don't worry about him," Sass replied.

"So nice of you to join me!" a frustrated Ladybug was suddenly in front of him in the water.

Chat gave her a gallic shrug, "I came as soon as I could, and worse yet, I have to leave early, I know I've never done that before."

Ladybug looked ready to blow her top.

"Milady, I've told you my parents really worry about me well, I don't think the excuse I gave them was very good," Chat lied trying to come up with a way to show up as Aspik for at least a few minutes of the battle. He didn't want Ladybug to think HE was a loser after all.

By this time they had finally caught up with the akumatized woman, "Woah! She's huge, are you sure she's not a sentimonster?" And she was naked, Carapace hadn't said that.

Ladybug nodded, "Yes, she's been talking to Hawk Moth."

Chat nodded and shot forward and began climbing the Melusine's braid.

"Chat! No!" Ladybug yelled, "Stupid cat," she muttered, then climbed up after him.

"Excuse me!" Chat Noir said from the Melusine's shoulder.

The Melusine stopped and a wave pulled Ladybug from her hair throwing her backward.

"Cat!" the Melusine yelled under the water.

Chat looked a little less certain of his plan at this point, "That's me," he said hurrying away, "so who are you?"

The akumatized woman gestured to herself as if it were obvious, "Melusine, didn't you learn anything in history?!"

Ladybug swam up, "What happened?"

Melusine snapped her gaze to Ladybug, "Give me your miraculous and I'll tell you all about it."

Chat looked at the woman and realized she wasn't wearing anything he vaguely remembered the story but her hair was braided, he raced down her braid and sliced through the band with his nails hoping that was the object and ran off not waiting to find out if he was right.

Ladybug smiled, how could she have missed the clear elastic? The black butterfly floated toward her in the water trying to get to the surface but she swam after it. When she broke free a hand was waiting to pull her out and she looked up, it was Aspik. She'd told Nino to give Sass to Luka! She'd deal with this later she only had seconds left from using her Lucky Charm before Chat had joined her.

She jumped out and purified the akuma and ran to detransform only to find she'd ran out of snacks for Tikki.

"It's okay Marinette, I'm sure Aspik can take care of the woman," Tikki said.

Marinette leaned around the bridge's side to see and Tikki was right, Aspik was talking to her and calming her. Her heart melted, Adrien was so awesome, she would just watch for a second she thought.

"Marinette? What are you doing? You don't want to be caught."

"Okay I'm going," she said and began walking as if she'd been taking a stroll along the river suddenly she heard quick footsteps catch up to her.

"Hey, are you okay, were you hurt?"

Marinette turned, "Me? No, why, wh-who are you?" she feigned ignorance.

Aspik introduced himself, "I'm Aspik, I'm, ah, just helping, I'm supposed to give my miraculous back but," he shrugged, "everyone left."

"Oh," Marinette smiled shyly.

Aspik grinned, this was kind of fun, he didn't get to see Marinette as often as he used to since they were in completely different classes. It would be nice if LB would let her be Multimouse but he knew it wasn’t worth his time to even bother asking.

Marinette looked over her shoulder in confusion, “Um? Did something… Happen?”

Aspik looked at her with narrowed eyes then leaned back to check if maybe she had been hurt, “You didn’t know there was an akumatized giant?”

Marinette felt her face get warmer and tried to calm herself, “Uh-uh?” She looked around, she had to get out of here so she could feed Tikki then get his miraculous back from him. Aspik was looking at her thoughtfully and she worried she was being too obvious.

Adrien worried, maybe Marinette had hearing problems, maybe that's why Ladybug wasn't giving her another chance, he sighed and looked up at her in time for her to throw her hands up and clip him in the chin.

"Actually I heard- OH!, Omigod! I'msosorry! Aaaaspik!!!!!" she wailed as she tried to correct herself from saying his real name.

Aspik smiled, this was the Marinette he knew and lov-uh… liked. Right, liked. "It's okay, it was an accident you barely brushed me, what were you saying?"

Marinette wished there was a hole nearby for her to crawl into, "I heard something but just figured it was someone with their television too loud."

Aspik nodded then pointed across the street, surprised they were so close to her home already.

"Well, this is me, thanks for taking me home," Marinette smiled and waved as she hurried away from him.

Aspik nodded and waved with a silly grin.

"You can stop waving, she's not even looking at you," Plagg said from behind his shoulder.

Aspik dropped his hand and his silly grin and coughed as if it could make the embarrassing moment go away, "I hope she's okay."

Plagg rolled his eyes and went back to his hiding spot between Aspik and his lyre, "She's fine."

"She thought the fight was someone listening to their television."

"She's fine, let's get home so your pretty lady can get your miraculous. Or should I say Luka's miraculous."

Aspik was walking toward school for his bag but detransformed in a crevice first.

When he reached his bedroom he was surprised to find Ladybug sitting on his sofa watching his television.

"Adrien!" She jumped up.

"M-Ladybug!" he said simultaneously.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just waiting and, I hope you don't mind," Ladybug said pointing to his television.

Adrien shook his head, "Not at all," he reached into his bag, "I didn't mean to keep this, but everyone just left."

Ladybug shook her head, her face turning pink, "I didn't think that, Chat Noir and I had to rush out, sorry, I should have said something or sent someone! I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," she said biting her lower lip.

Adrien walked forward, the sofa between them holding the oval box to her. "I'm not, I'm happy you felt comfortable here. You should come over more often-er-I mean- ifyouwant," Adrien rushed to finish.

Ladybug gently plucked the box from his hand then took her yoyo and opened it depositing it inside to give her something to do as she recovered her sanity. Was he inviting her over? She nearly squealed in her mind. "Thank you, Adrien, I know how hard being Aspik is for you."

Adrien shook his head, "It, it was fine."

Ladybug put her hand on the back of the sofa and leaned forward and kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you."

Adrien's eyes fluttered shut and when they opened she was gone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23469514/chapters/57343678

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ofmythsandmadness · 5 years

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lost in (queens, nyc)

SUMMARY: someone’s stood her up, and peter parker’s got a crazy idea to (hopefully) make things better. PAIRING: peter parker x reader WORD COUNT: 2042

A/N: based on iris zhang’s (will be linked) cover of ‘lost in japan’, somewhat. aka i was listening to it, and then became faceted on the lyrics “i got an idea, i know it sounds crazy” and “do you got plans tonight?”. it’s not really a representation of the song, but it’s pretty and i wrote it with that in mind, if it means anything. i wrote this super fast and i haven’t edited it so!! please don’t judge me too much, i’ll get to it in the morning but i just had to shoot this off. :))

lost in japan, by iris zhang -

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EVEN WITH HER EYES FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH TEARS, Peter Parker thinks she is the prettiest girl in the whole world.

Though, he does not especially like her crying - while she’s still pretty as can be, her crying means she’s sad, and that makes her own heart hurt.

Peter’s arguably the most awkward guy in New York - nay, the world. He never knows what to say or how to act, especially not around pretty people that make his heart spin and soar. But he also just cannot turn a blind eye to the badly hidden sniffles and tears. She is, after all, one of his closest friends, and at that point she most definitely has seen him walking. He might be awkward beyond belief, but he’s not a dick.

So he twists around and hurries back the way he came, muttering apologies-a-plenty for those he bumps into along the way. His hand finds her shoulder and then shies away immediately when she starts (great idea - not everyone’s got a ‘tingle’, Peter). He can feel his face heat up and he knows that its growing redder and redder by every passing millisecond, but he’s already there. Already sliding into the opposing seat, already in the gaze of the pretty girl with tears in her eyes and tissues in hand.

He’s already there. He might as well do his best to make her smile.

So, Peter fakes a small grin, tries to look as empathetic as he possibly can. Sure, it might just look like he’s mildly constipated, but hopefully she gets the hint. His hand shivers on the table, itching to grab hers, but it just settles on tapping against the cool metal. “I - I don’t mean to just sit, it’s just...well, I heard you crying.”

Her eyes widen and he knows that’s far from the right thing to say. Immediately, Peter spits out a thousand apologies, rushing to make things right and make sure she knows that he did not mean anything by that. But before he can bend over backwards to cover up a silly remark, their eyes meet and he realises with a small start, that she’s not looking upset. Not at him, at least.

“It’s okay,” Y/N says. She sniffles one last time, runs the tissue under her nose, then tosses it into the trash. “Really. I mean, it’s my fault for sitting here moping, right?”

“W-what? Moping, no, you’re not - there’s nothing wr - you’re okay.”

She throws him a watery smile, barely covering up the woe underneath. “Nah. I’ve been here an hour or so now, I should’a headed home at this point. I look sorta stupid, sitting here crying by myself.”

Peter frowns in confusion. “An hour? What - what are you doing here? Waiting for?”

“It’s stupid.”

“No, no it’s okay.”

Her gaze turns down, staring at her twisting fingers on the tabletop and watching them perform. “I, uh...heh. This guy, he asked me out. We were supposed to meet here, but..looks like he’s not ever showing up.”

He can feel the rage bubble inside of him. Quiet, but very much present. The fact that anyone would turn her up makes him want to punch a wall. The sheer audacity for someone to ignore plans with the coolest girl in Queens - well, there’s a lot he could say to that, but it’s not his place to do so. Instead of voicing his outrage and angry compliments her way, Peter splutters for words. “I don’t - I - what - I don’t get it. Why would someone turn you up?”

Her lips twist even more, a sad pout as she reminescenes. “Dunno. Guess they just thought it was not worth their time. Or they just thought, ‘hey, why not make this chick think that someone would actually be int’a her’. I should have known.”

“H-hey, no, that’s not true. I li…” he does not know how to finish that thought, if he has the strength to spit his own truth. And especially when Y/N look at him curiously, Peter knows he can’t follow through. He swallows, trying to whet his throat, only to find his mouth is completely bone dry. “I just mean that you’re, you’re wonderful. I’m sure lots of people like you.”

“Thanks, Peter.” Her shoulders slump. “Wish that was true.”

“It is true,” he replies, the first few words he’s able to spit out certainly. “I mean it.”

Her look doesn’t waver, and he realises a couple of toss away phrases that badly mimic a pep talk won’t help. He should know as well as anyone that problems cannot be solved with a pep talk - if it doesn’t work for him, he shouldn’t expect her to take his stuttered words. No, if he wants to see her smile again - and oh, how he wants that - he’s going to have to do more than that.

A shy smile begins to grow on his lips, spreading across his face. Peter rises, much to Y/N’s surprise, but before she can ask where he’s going, he extends his hand. It trembles but remains strong, waiting for her own - that time not second-guessing his actions. “C’mon.”

“Huh?”

“C’mon,” he repeats, that time a little shakier. He tries not to doubt himself, but its hard when you’re...well...him. Nevertheless, he remains standing. “D’ya got any other plans, tonight?”

“Well, no.”

Peter feels his knees tremble, and desperately tries to steady himself. “Let’s do s-something, then. I - I know it sounds crazy, but-”

“-actually, no, it doesn’t.” Finally, her hand slips carefully into his own and he feels his heart practically explode right then and there in his chest. She smiles gently and brushes away one last tear, and she’s a sight to be taken in - someone should paint her. Truly.

Her shoulders go back and her hand squeezes in his own trembling one. “I’ve got nothing else. What did you have in mind?”

And Peter just smiles, and tugs her forward, determined to make up for what that jerk did to her.

TWO HOURS LATER AND HER SMILE WAS STRAIGHT UP brightening up the entire night sky. Hell, Peter Parker began to expect people to start sticking their heads out their windows and wonder why the sun was rising for a second time. But honestly, the world could be damned entirely - he could not care at all. She was happy, and he was overjoyed at that fact.

Sure, he could not do all he wanted to do - his first thought went to an aerial tour of New York, her arms wrapped around him as the two of them zoomed about, staring down at the tiny buildings and people. But with the difficulty of a secret identity is a pain that had to step on his parade, and so he decided to just milk his other superhero advantages in order to make her happy. Revealing he was Spider-man could wait another time.

In the meantime, they are both grinning from ear to ear, and her hand is firmly wrapped in his and their shoulders are brushing with ever single step they take and honestly, Peter’s not sure how long he can last without bursting into a ray of pure happiness. It took some time, but he managed to break her frown into the happy-go-lucky grin of pure gold that made him weak at the knees.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, purposely knocking herself into him that time. Her eyes dart his way, they lock with his and he can hardly stop himself from turning red. “Seriously, for everything. I mean, when you said ‘crazy idea’ I didn’t know what to expect, but all this?”

He hates to milk his connections, but...hey, it worked and he really doesn’t regret it. “I’m just glad your night wasn’t ruined.”

“Ruined?” she gasps. They pause, almost conveniently just outside her apartment building. Y/N turns to stand in front of him, but her hand never leaves his. If anything, the grip just tightens. “Oh, no, Peter. This has been one of the best times I’ve had in a long, long time and I - I honestly couldn’t give a damn about that guy anymore. I’m really glad he didn’t show up, it meant we could have this great time together.”

Yep, he’s definitely glowing at that point. Peter ducks his head, eager to hide the blush, but still grins. “Well, uh, I’m glad. I had a good time too.” Good? Understatement of the year.

“That’s, that’s good.”

He raises his head a breath, just so he can see her gaze; curious, but cautious, like she’s not sure about something but eager to know more. “Y-yeah.” His words fall soft and stuttered, a slip up he only makes because they’re now so close and he’s only just realising now how near she is to him. His bones feel like rubber; if he fell to the ground spineless, it would not be much of any surprise to him. He’s felt this way before, knows it well enough, it came with the territory of crushes but - if he’s truly being honest with himself, being with Y/N and her intoxicating smile and big, beautiful e/c eyes, it’s nothing like ever before.

“Well,” she sighs, “this is my place. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Y-yeah. No problem.”

They stand there, a moment longer, both maybe expecting something else from the other. Her face remains upturned and hopeful for a long time, close to infinity if he had to label it, but as the seconds drip by, Y/N loses that eager glow.

Her smile droops a little. “I guess I’ll see you at school?”

Peter’s heart thuds in his chest, and at that time, not in a good way. He knows those words and that tone. He’s supposed to have had made a move already, and done that suave movie-star thing that he’s been lectured on by far too many superhero heartthrobs. And yet, his feet are glued to the pavement and he’s sweating more than he can believe, and now without her hand in his as an anchor, maybe he’s drowning all alone at sea. He’s messed it up, the moment where he could try and be honest with her - and he doesn’t know if he has the guts to make up for it.

But as she turns away, his heart beats faster and faster all of a sudden, and out of nowhere his feet are unstuck and rushing him closer and closer to her. He’s then right behind her, tapping her shoulder and turning her around, making her look back up at him like she did moments before. He inhales a deep, shaky breath, tries to swallow his anxiety back and smile like he had been, before the moment ended.

“I just wanted to say...I had a really good time today.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, once then over and over like a bobble-head collective. “Yeah. Yeah, it was fun, being out with you. And maybe...maybe, we can do it again, sometime? Together?” He scratches his neck awkwardly. “Maybe next time, not just because of some asshole who stood you up.”

Y/N smiles again, but it’s different from before. Still genuine, but gentler, sweeter, if that is even possible. Before he could process the moment, she’s rising up to her tippy-toes and then towards him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder so that she could kiss his cheek. The moment’s barely a second in time, just a quick motion that led her right back to the position in front of him, but he runs it over and over and over in his head like a cassette stuck on a loop.

As he stares down at her, dumbfounded, Y/N begins to turn away, for the second time again. She waves though, and gives him one last glimpse at her glowing smile before she’s moving towards her place. “See you around, Peter,” she calls, growing smaller and smaller by the second.

And that time, when she says that, he knows it means more than just around school.

#peter parker #marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #parker #mcu #marvel #peter is such an awkward sweetheart and i felt this in my bones #he deserves the world

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btsvt-adventures · 4 years

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Day 06/30 - Coffee Stained Boyfriend Tees

A/n: Day (week) 6 of 30 day OTP challenge! This has been crossposted to AO3, so if by chance you see something like this under the u/n Soojinnie, don’t panic HAHA it’s just me from like 2 years ago or something :3

Prompt: Wearing each other’s clothes

Pairing: Jihoon x Seungcheol (Jicheol)

Warning(s): shy, ADORABLE fluff, like it’s all just so tingly and cute okay i love it

Words: 2,647

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Seungcheol watches Jihoon run a hand through his blonde hair, hiding a fond smile when he sees Jihoon flop backwards onto the sofa seat. He figures it’s a good time to offer some support (and more coffee, of course).

“You always know when I need more coffee,” Jihoon murmurs tiredly, arm covering his eyes as he slumps into the cushions. Seungcheol chuckles, setting down Jihoon’s usual four-shot iced americano, and taking a sip of his own caramel macchiato.

“This much caffeine will stop your heart one day,” he says mildly, snorting when Jihoon stares daggers at him.

“You’re the one that feeds my addiction so late into the night,” he huffs, staring Seungcheol down as he takes a large sip. “For free, no less.”

Seungcheol winks at him flirtatiously, coaxing Jihoon to take a break so his eyebags don’t hit the floor. Jihoon relents, albeit reluctantly, but he really should relax, even if it’s just for a little bit. Seungcheol lights up when Jihoon agrees, and the aspiring producer swears his heart stops for a second.

Stop it, he’s just being nice, Jihoon chastises himself quickly, feeling the embarrassment creep in when he thinks of the work in progress on his laptop. Seungcheol’s talking about some customer earlier today who was being a pain, but all Jihoon can hear is the song he’s made for Seungcheol.

Jihoon had started coming to the cafe almost exactly a year ago, because it was the one cafe that stayed open late near the university. He noticed Seungcheol the moment he walked in – who wouldn’t? – and nearly walked into a table. The barista was hot , with his silver hair styled messily, broad shoulders, and a cheeky, dimpled smile gracing his stupidly pretty face. Even his voice was like fucking melted chocolate, and Jihoon couldn’t decide if he was angry or aroused that this man was so… perfect.

Stupid hormones.

They’d gradually become acquaintances (friends, Seungcheol insisted), partly due to Jihoon’s daily frequent visits to the cafe, but also because Seungcheol always worked the night shifts, and Jihoon never failed to be the last one to leave.

Their “Jihoon please take a break here’s some free coffee” routine started about two months ago, and Jihoon’s superficial fancy exploded into a full-blown “oh no I like you” crush. He belatedly registers that Seungcheol was talking about something, but he’s too deep in his thoughts to realize that Seungcheol’s stopped talking

“And so she made this whole fuss about the whipped cream and…Jihoon? Hoonie…? ….. Hello?” Seungcheol waves his hand in front of the younger, startling when Jihoon jerks back into reality.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here, sorry, I just got distracted,” he laughs nervously, and Seungcheol waves him off, standing from his seat across the younger. He ruffles Jihoon’s hair (much to the younger’s distaste), and leaves, promising him more coffee if he was still around later on.

Jihoon breathes a sigh of relief when Seungcheol walks away, cracking his laptop open and staring at the endless green, purple and blue bars littered across his screen. He tinkers with the melody and layers for a little bit, excitement bubbling in his stomach when he realizes he’s almost done. After two agonizing weeks, he’s almost finished the song.

He plays it from start to finish, scribbling notes and making adjustments to refine the track even more, but he can’t hide the grin on his face when he listens to the song he made. The elation however, turns into gut-wrenching nerves when he realizes he now has to somehow show this to Seungcheol.

How the fuck am I supposed to do that?! He frets, groaning into his hands. Seungcheol looks up at the sound, head cocked in concern, and he glances at the clock, cursing when he notices how late it is. He’s not sure if the younger even realizes, and his heart starts pounding when he realizes his opportunity.

“Hey, Jihoon,” he calls out, and the blonde student looks up, confused. “You missed curfew,” he says, going for nonchalant, but he’s half sure it just sounds constipated. Jihoon’s eyes widen with panic, and he glances at his phone, heart sinking when he sees the bright numbers staring back at him.

12:31AM.

“Fuck, I forgot about curfew,” he groans, running a hand through his blonde hair, and Seungcheol decides to risk it.

“Stay at my place tonight,” he blurts, ears instantly heating up when Jihoon blinks at him owlishly. “Yeah, since the dorms are closed for tonight, just come stay at my place. I’m sure my housemate Jeonghan won’t mind,” he shrugs, and Jihoon frowns.

An invitation to Seungcheol’s apartment sounds like disaster, temptation, sin, and a mistake snowballed into one sentence, but Jihoon’s not sure how much of a choice he has. He nods hesitantly, and Seungcheol beams at him, telling him to wait a couple minutes while he cleans up the store. Jihoon saves his work and transfers the song into a thumbdrive, watching as Seungcheol’s silver head of hair disappears into the back room, before he reappears in a hoodie and coat, bag slung over one shoulder and a bright smile on his face.

“It only took me a year to get you to come over, so let’s go already,” he grins, and Jihoon scrambles to pack everything, wincing when he bumps his thigh on the corner of his table.

“You never invited me hyung,” JIhoon snorts, refusing to look up at Seungcheol, tugging his beanie down so he can hide his flaming ears. Seungcheol laughs, casually draping his arm across Jihoon’s slender shoulders and leading him out of the cafe. They step outside, both flinching at the icy breeze that greets them. Jihoon can still feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, and he’s momentarily thankful for the winter chill.

The short walk to Seungcheol’s apartment is silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Seungcheol wants to say something, maybe make a joke about how it’s a romantic night, but he doesn’t want to come off too strong. He glances at Jihoon, curled up in his oversized coat, beanie pulled low over his ears, and he can’t help but think the younger looks ridiculously adorable.

Jihoon on the other hand, is trying very hard not to just blurt out his feelings for the barista. It just feels so stupid, to be so in love (is it even love???) with someone who you barely even know, but Jihoon just looks at Seungcheol, and his heart starts racing, and his palms are sweaty. He’d spoken to his his best friend (and housemate), and Soonyoung had just laughed in his face, cooing that his little Jihoonie had a crush.

Before Jihoon can have an anxiety attack on what to say, Seungcheol announces that they’re here, and Jihoon snaps back to reality, suddenly realizing that they’re already indoors and they’re standing in front of his apartment. He looks up at Seungcheol, who’s holding the door open, and he stumbles in, mumbling a half assed apology for making the older wait. Seungcheol just laughs it off, ushering Jihoon in and helping him take his jacket.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, looking around Seungcheol’s apartment curiously. It’s clean, JIhoon notes idly, spotting the advertising textbooks on the desk. “Your housemate’s still in school?” He asks, setting his bag down hesitantly, and Seungcheol blinks, looking over to where Jihoon’s staring.

“Jeonghan? Nah, he graduated last year, but he’s been too lazy to throw his shit away,” Seungcheol laughs, motioning for Jihoon to follow him. “The sofa is gross from all the sex Hannie and Jisoo have on it, so you’ll have to share the bed with me,” he beams at Jihoon, who nearly chokes on air.

“B-but that’s so – inappropriate!” Jihoon squeaks, and Seungcheol snorts goodnaturedly, waving away Jihoon’s concerns and leading him to his King sized bed.

“Look at this bed, it’s more than enough for the both of us to share innocently,” he grins. Jihoon doesn’t respond, letting a comfortable silence fall between them.

Jihoon takes the opportunity to look around Seungcheol’s room, glancing at the photos and the various photos he’s put up.

“Hey hyung… you know I’ve been working really hard on a thing right?” Jihoon blurts. Seungcheol hums, turning around to take off his shirt, and Jihoon’s thoughts come to a screeching halt. His eyes follow the lean lines of Seungcheol’s back, cheeks heating up when he spots Seungcheol watching him.

“I wasn’t – you –!” he flails, and Seungcheol laughs, turning around to face Jihoon, giving the music major an eyeful of Seungcheol’s bare skin.

“Hey, don’t blank out on me just cos you think I’m hot,” he teases, and Jihoon yelps, throwing a pillow at the older, burrowing himself under the blankets when Seungcheol catches it effortlessly. “What about it? Did you want me to listen to it?” he asks, cooing when he sees the crown of Jihoon’s blonde head peek out and nod hesitantly, pointing to a silver thumbdrive resting precariously on top of Jihoon’s wallet.

“Made it for you,” Jihoon mumbles into the blanket, so muffled and barely audible that Seungcheol almost doesn’t hear it. His heart nearly explodes with affection, and for a second Seungcheol isn’t sure if his heart can take it. He picks up the thumbdrive, plugging it into his computer, letting the soft piano sounds fill the silence between them.

Jihoon can’t help but watch as the different emotions play across Seungcheol’s stupidly handsome face. His heart’s racing, and he can only hope and pray that Seungcheol likes it, and maybe… possibly… understands what he’s trying to say.

The song trails off, and they descend into a nervous silence. Jihoon wants to burrow back into his (Seungcheol’s) blanket, but he needs to know.

“You don’t have to answer me I just figured it was the best time and –”

“I like you too,” Seungcheol answers suddenly, but Jihoon continues like he doesn’t hear Seungcheol.

“I know you don’t like me back but I figured you – wait you what?” he asks dumbly, staring at the older in shock.

“I like you,” Seungcheol repeats, an amused smile growing on his face, reaching out and pulling Jihoon closer. “Go out with me tomorrow? I’d love to take you out,” he murmurs, and Jihoon turns beet red.

“T-The date way right?” he stammers, and Seungcheol nearly falls off the bed, barely able to form words from how hard he’s laughing.

“Yes, Jihoonie, the date way,” he snickers, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes, stupid grin still plastered across his annoyingly handsome face. “Besides, I don’t think I have the skills to take you out any other way,” he quips.

Jihoon’s half sure his face is actually on fire from how hot it is, what with the way Seungcheol’s staring at him. As grossly clichéd as it was, it almost felt like Seungcheol was staring right into him, and Jihoon wasn’t sure if he liked it.

“Shut up, go to sleep,” he huffs, tugging the blankets around him and determinedly turning away from the older. The lights click off, and Jihoon hears Seungcheol snicker quietly and the soft rustle of fabric before the bed dips,warmth immediately surrounding him.

“Only took me a year to get you in my bed,” Seungcheol giggles quietly, and Jihoon elbows him none too gently, smirking when he hears Seungcheol choke on his laughter.

“I take it back, I don’t like you anymore,” he deadpans, freezing when he feels Seungcheol’s soft, pillowy lips press themselves to Jihoon’s forehead.

“N-Night hyung,” he whispers, sighing contentedly when Seungcheol wraps an arm around Jihoon’s slim waist.

“Goodnight Jihoonie,” Seungcheol whispers back, voice husky, and Jihoon can barely stop the shiver that runs up his spine. He’s exhausted, but he’s so excited he’s not sure he’ll sleep tonight.

(He proves himself wrong by falling asleep literally in the next blink, and Seungcheol thinks that’s really fucking adorable.)

What is significantly less cute is Seungcheol waking up in a panic to Jihoon’s alarm blaring the OST from Attack of Titans and watching the boy in question physically trying to throw himself out of bed in his haste to make it to class on time.

“Fuck, I don’t have time to change,” Jihoon frets, and Seungcheol grabs one of his work shirts, tossing it at Jihoon’s sleep ruffled blonde head.

“Wear this, no one will care what bottoms you’re wearing, and I have a spare toothbrush in the bathroom,” Seungcheol yawns, flopping back onto the bed. “Use whatever skincare or cologne you want,” he mumbles, curling into the warm spot JIhoon left, promptly falling back asleep.

Jihoon wants to just throw the shirt on and run to class, but he also doesn’t want to smell terrible (read: he just really wants to smell like Seungcheol). He decides that brushing his teeth and some basic cleansing is the least he should do so he looks somewhat presentable.

Seven minutes, a scribbled note, and precisely three minutes of very frantic running later, Jihoon flops into his seat, panting just as their lecturer, Professor Min, walks in.

“Running late, Jihoonie?” Soonyoung whispers, smirking when Jihoon kicks him in the shin. “Bold statement, wearing your new boyfriend’s shirt so quickly,” he comments, turning away to focus on the lecture while Jihoon gapes at him uselessly.

Soonyoung makes fun of him throughout the rest of their seemingly never-ending class, and for once Jihoon can’t retaliate. He knows nothing happened between them (no matter how much Jihoon wished it did), but the more he denied it, the more Soonyoung teased him of just being shy.

“Fuck you,” Jihoon hisses at Soonyoung once class has been dismissed, grumbling even more when Soonyoung just laughs.

“It’s lovely to see you in love like this, Hoon-ah,” Soonyoung snickers, and Jihoon huffs, flipping his “ex” best friend off, idly wondering where Seungcheol was.

Maybe we can have lunch, he hums, fiddling with his AirPods case as he leaves the lecture hall. He slips them in, scrolling with one hand to try and find a song. He glances up, expecting to see a sea of students making their way to lunch. He expects to maybe catch a glimpse of Wonwoo, who’s in his lyrics class, or even Jungkook, the talented dancer who majors in video production. He expects the noise of a couple hundred students talking at once, audible even through his AirPods.

What he doesn’t expect, is one (1) Choi Seungcheol, leaning against the wall, two coffees in hand. He spots Jihoon immediately, and the smile that appears on his face momentarily stuns Jihoon.

“Hey, brought you some coffee, I hope an Iced Americano is okay?” he asks nervously, taking a sip of his Iced latte.

“It’s perfect,” he mumbles, ears hot as he takes a grateful sip. “What’re you doing here? Don’t you have work?”

Seungcheol laughs, wrapping an arm around Jihoon’s shoulder easily, leading him off campus. “Nah, it’s my off day today, so I thought we could grab lunch,” he pauses suddenly, and Jihoon stumbles for a second, looking up at Seungcheol in confusion.

“If you want to, of course, I don’t want to force you or anything,” he blurts, and Jihoon can’t help but burst out laughing.

“I wanted to call you to ask you the same thing, so yes, lunch would be great,” he chuckles, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face.

“Great! I know a great jjajangmyeon place,” Seungcheol grins, beaming when Jihoon makes a noise of assent. “Oh, by the way Jihoon, you look really hot in my shirt, ” he chirps, and Jihoon nearly snorts his coffee in surprise.

“Warn a guy before you say shit like that,” he croaks, and Seungcheol winks suggestively, eyes roving Jihoon’s body daringly. He leans forward, so close that Jihoon can feel Seungcheol’s lips against his nape, and his breath hitches.

“Nah, it’s way more fun to tease you like this.”

#seventeen #30 day otp #thekpopnetwork #jicheol #jihoon #seungcheol #woozi #s.coups #fluff #barista!seungcheol #music student!jihoon

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Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 2

Skies and Rhys meet once more in Old Haven. Previous! Next!

Chapter 8

Rhys stares up at the entrance into Old Haven, sighing heavily. He glances back to where Finch and Kroger are standing with Vaughn, his arms bound behind his back.

Vaughn smiles at him but it’s weak and forced. Rhys’ smile looks much the same before he turns away and goes into Old Haven.

“Alright, Rhys,” he sighs, “let’s just find Vasquez’s body, get back here, and…not crap out pants.”

“Now you are gonna have such a hard-on for my office, Rhys,” Jack says as he appears behind him, alarming him greatly.

“Ah, well, two out of three ain’t bad,” Rhys mutters as he starts to follow the babbling hologram through the ghost town.

“Wow, things just go from bad to worse with you, don’t they,” Skies says as she appears behind him, alarming him greatly.

“Come on!” he exclaims, exasperated. “Between you and Jack, it’s a wonder I haven’t had a heart attack yet.”

Skies just smiles at him, mildly amused.

Rhys sighs. “Where have you been anyway?”

“Why? Did you miss you me?” she grins and saunters by him, still keeping him at arm’s length. Jack glares daggers at her as she goes by.

“No, well, I mean-,” Rhys stammers, “you were following me for so long and then just disappeared. I was starting think you got lost or something.”

“I had to make myself scarce,” Skies shrugs, “after Brick and Mordecai showed up, I realized Vallory’s got connections with the Crimson Raiders. They are like the number one people who want me dead- or they would be if they didn’t already think I was dead. So I can’t afford to let them catch wind of me.” “Then why are you here now?” Rhys asks.

She laughs drily. “I kept asking myself that same question when I was tracking uh Wingus and Dingus over there.” She points towards Finch and Kroger. “Despite my own common sense, I just couldn’t stay away. So let me know if you come up with an answer.”

Rhys watches her wander down the street, staring forlornly at the night sky. Then he looks at Jack, who hasn’t stopped glaring at her.

“Do you…miss Jack?”

They both look at him with surprise and he flinches, suddenly feeling like he’s asked the wrong question.

“What…” Jack breathes, stunned.

Skies chuckles uncomfortably and turns away. “Wow. That’s a helluva question.”

Rhys watches her carefully as she throws her hand into the air.

“Okay!” she booms, “maybe I have some unresolved issues about that whole chapter of my life. And maybe I feel guilty about a lot of things for a lot of different reasons. And maybe I’m constantly switching between blaming myself and blaming him like some kind of emotionally constipated metronome.”

She drops her arm and her shoulders sag and for a moment, Rhys doesn’t see the strong badass he always thought she was. For a moment, he sees a sad, lonely girl who’s been on her own for far too long.

Then she straightens herself up. “But! I think I can safely say that I’m not here for him-.” Skies stops as she turns around and finds herself face to face with Rhys. He had been cautiously moving closer while she lamented.

Skies flinches and Rhys lifts his hands.

“Ah, I wasn’t-.”

He’s cut off when his robot arm lashes out and grabs Skies’ neck, slamming her into a wall.

“Ah! Jack, stop!” Rhys shouts and grabs his own wrist with his other hand.

“Betray me, you little rat,” Jack snarls, his face inches from Skies. “You should know what happens to people who betray Handsome Jack.”

Gagging, Skies claws at his metal wrist with her one hand. Rhys tries to pull himself off her, but succeeds in only loosening Jack’s grip.

Her eye cracks open and she looks at him. “Sorry, Rhys,” she croaks.

She nails him in the crotch with her peg leg. Rhys chokes on his breath as he drops to his knees, his hand tearing from Skies’ neck. She slips away and runs off, disappearing into the darkness.

“Gah, she’s good,” Jack spits then sighs. “Alright, kiddo, we got work to do.”

Rhys lifts his head and glares at him.

“What?” he scoffs, “oh, come on, she’ll be back. It takes more than attempted strangulation to scare her off.”

Rhys just moans and hangs his head as he tries to breathe through the pain. Once he feels like he can move again, he lifts himself up and continues searching for Vasquez’s body.

#borderlands #Borderlands fanfiction #tales from the borderlands #tales from the borderlands fanfiction #borderlands au #my ocs #my art

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“I want a dog.” - “I want a cat.” Jagnus

“Pansexual, huh?”, grunted Jace curiously, tilting his head.

Isabelle grinned and tucked her hair behind her ear. “It’s what Simon calls it. Never heard that before either, to be honest. But the color-combination is interesting.”

Apparently, Simon was pansexual – whatever that meant – and was going on a pride. And as his new girlfriend, Isabelle was going with him. Shadowhunters barely had a grasp on gay and bisexual and neither was quite tolerated. That there was even more…? Jace, sprawled out on Izzy’s bed in boredom, looking over her shoulder onto her laptop. She was working on some color-coded clothes for the pride. She also wanted to drag Alec along, because it might help him settle with his sexuality more. He was still struggling a little. He might have come out, but he still struggled with living it out in the open. He had been endearingly flustered when John Underhill had asked him out on a date the other week. Izzy and Jace were still having fun teasing him with that.

“There are a lot of sexual orientations, you know?”, offered Simon with a broad grin. “Don’t tell me the big, bad Shadowhunter’s always ever just seen… straight.”

“I’ve just never thought about… a name for it”, shrugged Jace thoughtfully, looking over at Simon. “I don’t really care. Girls, guys, Seelies, vampires, warlocks… whatever.”

“Maybe you should read up on it too?”, suggested Simon, one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, that color-scheme is nice”, noted Isabelle, not minding their conversation.

Tilting his head, Jace turned to look over her shoulder again. Black, gray, white, magenta. Yeah, that looked more like a color-combo that Izzy could rock. He scoffed lightly when he read what that was the flag off. Crossing his arms behind his head, he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Don’t tell me you’re aphobic, Jace”, grunted Simon with a frown.

“I just don’t get it”, shrugged Jace with a frown. “How can you not want sex at all? It’s fun. And how can you not want anyone at your side…? That’s just… lonely.”

“That’s not…”, started Simon and sighed. “That’s not what asexuality is, Jace.”

Jace frowned confused. He didn’t really have an understanding on any of this – all those mundie terms for what they liked in bed or didn’t like in bed. To Jace it all was just… whatever. But the way he saw it, the way the term made sense, asexual meant no sexuality.

“For one, asexual doesn’t mean aromantic. You can still want someone at your side even when you don’t want sex. And you can still want sex without wanting romance”, started Simon carefully. “And being asexual doesn’t have to mean you never have sex.”

“Yeah, that makes somehow even less sense, Lewis”, pointed Jace out, eyebrows raised.

“Being asexual means not experiencing sexual attraction. But not every asexual is sex-repulsed”, continued Simon. “Some are. Some don’t want any kind of sex. Others are very fine with masturbation, because orgasms are fun. Some don’t mind… uh… you know, getting each other off. Others don’t mind sex at all – for the, you know, release. It’s just that they don’t feel sexual attraction. That’s… really all there is to it.”

“My boyfriend is a walking encyclopedia of sexualities”, chuckled Isabelle amused.

Jace just frowned confused as Simon continued babbling on about the Pride and how excited he was to go with Izzy and how this could be a bonding moment for Simon and Alec and all.

/break\

“I did not expect you to tag along too, Jace”, noted Alec.

“I didn’t expect you to agree to this”, countered Jace amused. “Willingly spending time with Simon? And… you know, being this open about your sexuality.”

Alec shrugged, mildly uncomfortably. He had a rainbow button attached to his black shirt and that was the highest of his feelings, but it was still so much for him. Jace wore a pan button. He had never really thought about labels and such, but he figured there must be something to it. To feeling like being part of something – of a group. A community was what Simon had called it.

“I don’t know”, shrugged Alec, avoiding to look at Jace. “I… took John up on the date. And I figured I should… grow more comfortable with being open about it, because as soon as I start dating someone… I will have to learn to be more open about it.”

“Wow”, grunted Jace surprised, eyes wide.

“What… What about you, Jace?”, asked Alec gently, looking at him.

Jace paused and shrugged awkwardly, not looking at Alec. Everything had been awkward in those past three months. Since they had broken the possession. Since Clary had… died. Jace still didn’t know if he felt anything about that. The potion Magnus had brewed for Lilith, it had effectively broken any feelings he ever might have had for Clary. And even though Magnus gave his magic to break the possession, the potion had nothing to do with the possession, it was strong and irreversible magic. Sometimes, Jace was glad about it. They had told him he had loved Clary and her death would have only broken his heart anymore – with everything he was dealing with at the time, he didn’t know how well he could have been able to handle that on top of everything else.

Over the past three months, Jace had concentrated on getting better. He had been at the City of Bones for two months and had only returned back home three weeks ago. He was better now, mentally. Now he could focus on other things again. Like his sexuality, apparently.

“I’m not interested in anyone at the moment”, shrugged Jace. “I guess.”

“My, my. Unexpected colors on you, blondie.”

Blinking slowly, Jace turned to see Magnus Bane. He hadn’t really seen Magnus since his return from the City of Bones. It was mostly guilt, because Magnus had to give up his magic to save Jace. Apparently, while Jace had been gone, Magnus had gotten his magic back.

“Magnus”, stated Jace awkwardly.

The warlock looked gorgeous in bi-colors. Dramatic and fashionable as always. Handsome as always. Magnus smiled delighted, wrapping an arm around Alec’s shoulders. The two had become friends. While Magnus had flirted with Alec in the beginning, Alec had shot him down, being too deep in the closet at the time. So Magnus accepted it and settled for a good friendship, helping Alec come around on his own sexuality. It was good, seeing Alec actually make friends.

“Ah, so he does still know my name”, chuckled Magnus amused.

“Jace! I didn’t expect you to come along too!”, exclaimed Simon, interrupting them.

Jace scowled and scoffed as they started walking together. “Guess I’ve been… thinking about stuff. You made me think about it, I guess. I never really thought about sexuality before.”

“And you came to the conclusion that you’re pan?”, asked Simon with a broad grin.

Jace elegantly dodged him when Simon tried wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Yeah.”

Only that being pan wasn’t the only thing he had been thinking about. He had also been thinking a lot about asexuality. It was weird, but the things Simon had said had really confused him, mainly. And the whole thing about sexual attraction and all… He tried reading up on it, on people’s individual experiences. But they all differed so much and he… he kind of wished he had someone to talk to. A real, actual human being who might be able to help him. It was borderline painful to consider asking, but Simon seemed to be the only one who had an actual grasp on anything so Jace might be forced to talk to Simon. What a horrible thought. Making a face, he watched Simon and Isabelle, dance around and kiss. Alec and Magnus next to him were talking casually.

“Why do you look constipated, Jace?”, asked Alec curiously after a little while. “If you’re uncomfortable here, then… you know you don’t have to be here.”

“No, it’s not that. This… is actually pretty cool”, whispered Jace, looking around at all those out and proud people. “I just… think I have to… talk to Simon. Because I might need his help.”

“How utterly dreadful”, noted Magnus. “Well, what is it? I have a few centuries on Simon, I might be of more help than him, you know?”

“I…”, started Jace, shifting a little. “I think… I think I might be… asexual.”

Alec nearly stumbled at that. “You? Sorry. I don’t mean it like that, I’m just… you have so much sex. Seriously, with everyone. Hence that… button?”

“That’s actually not what asexuality means”, supplied Jace. “And that’s why I’m confused. I figured that it was just… not having sex. Not wanting anyone. But it’s just… lack of sexual attraction.”

“But aren’t you more like… sexually attracted to nearly everyone?”, argued Alec doubtfully.

“Not… really, no. I never looked at someone and thought ‘damn, I really wanna have sex with them, in particular’…”, replied Jace with an awkward, little shrug. “I look for someone willing and take them home, without really, you know… thinking on it.”

“And you think Simon is the right person to talk to about your sex-life?”, mused Magnus.

“No”, grunted Jace and made a face. “But he seems to… know a lot about it and I’m just… I’m confused. I’ve been thinking about this for the whole last week and went like… through the different stages of grief or some shit. And I’m just… at my wits’ end.”

Magnus sighed and reached a hand out to rest on Jace’s shoulder, squeezing a little. “How about you come by the loft this weekend? I do know someone who is asexual. Talking to someone with personal experience is definitely more helpful than… Simon’s google search skills.”

“Really?”, asked Jace hopefully, perking up a little bit.

“Why—y are you back there? Come on, guys!”, interrupted Simon with a broad grin.

“He’s right. Come on, brothers”, ordered Isabelle, hooking arms with Jace and Alec.

With that, the conversation was ended rather abruptly, but it was still somehow… fun.

/break\

“I am only doing this for you, papá”, stated Raphael very pointedly. “Because I know what he means to you and because I owe you one for bringing me back to New York. But this is a one time thing, you hear me, papá?”

Magnus smiled pleased and pulled Raphael in to kiss his cheek. “Let’s not mention what he means to me in front of him, please, mijo?”

Raphael huffed but nodded. Magnus’ feelings for Jace did not have to be brought to Jace’s attention. The blonde had made it very clear over the past month that he didn’t care for Magnus’ company anymore. Not that Magnus could hold it against him. It was Magnus’ fault that Jace had lost the love of his life and now he couldn’t even properly mourn her because he didn’t remember ever having any sort of feelings for her. Magnus was the one who had made the potion, after all. It broke all feelings he had for her and as an after-effect to it, Jace had been fully possessed by Lilith. How could Magnus possibly expect Jace to ever return his feelings like that…?

It wasn’t like Magnus had planned to fall for Jace. It had happened gradually, after Jace had moved into the loft with him. Magnus had grown fond of Jace, more than just fond. Perhaps it had been a bit selfish to invite Jace here. He was still trying to make up for what he had done. Yes, he had given up his magic to get him back, had gone to Edom and talked to his father, all to get Jace back. But it still didn’t feel like enough. The potion had been a whole different issue though and Magnus was the one who had brought it on Jace. There was nothing he could have done about it.

“He—ey, Magnus”, greeted Jace awkwardly as he entered the loft. “So who-”

“Let’s get this over with and make it the least amount of painful, yes?”, sighed Raphael.

Jace stared wide-eyed at Raphael for an awkward, long moment. Raphael heaved a sigh and sat down on the couch, motioning for Jace to join him. He was mainly only doing this because he knew Magnus was in love with Jace, but a part of Raphael also did it because he remembered how lost he had felt for years, before the label asexuality was truly a thing to be used. He knew how out of touch the Shadowhunters were with the mundie world, they most likely had no idea about most of the newer terms when it came to sexuality. They were still stuck in their homophobic ways, he doubted they could look much past what else there was.

“Okay, tell me about it”, prompted Raphael, grabbing the glass of wine next to him that Magnus had provided. “Why are we here? Why do you think you might be asexual?”

Magnus left for the kitchen. Out of sight, but still in ear-shot. It was not okay to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help it. Jace all the while shifted uncomfortably, glaring. Raphael Santiago, of all people? The two… No, actually he might be a rather safe choice. The two had absolutely no personal history. Neither positive nor negative. A neutral party, in a away.

“I don’t think I’ve ever experienced sexual attraction”, stated Jace carefully. “I’ve had a lot of sex. But… But it was never about wanting to have sex with that particular person.”

Raphael had to admit, he was a bit intrigued. “Then what was it about for you?”

“Exercise, mainly”, shrugged Jace thoughtfully, pulling his legs up against his chest. “When missions aren’t satisfying enough, it gives me that last kick of adrenaline. Exhausting my body. Sometimes, it’s about… distraction. When I’m having a shitty day, because it’s…”

“It’s…?”, echoed Raphael when Jace didn’t continue.

“Let’s just say, Valentine wasn’t exactly into hugging and family-cuddles”, drawled Jace dryly. “I’m not exactly… used to seeking physical comfort. When I was a teen, I learned that sex is an acceptable form of physical comfort, I guess. I don’t know. Izzy and I, we got drunk a lot and went out to bars to hook up with people. And…”

“And it was kind of what was expected of you?”, suggested Raphael, voice nearly gentle. “A young, strong Shadowhunters, while everyone else was starting to have sex, it’s the thing to do?”

“Kinda, I guess”, shrugged Jace. “Yeah. And I realized it was a good way of blowing off steam and… it was oddly comforting. But I always… loved the part after more, I guess.”

Raphael sighed. Why had he allowed Magnus to drag him into this? He understood what Jace was talking about. Back in his youth, it had been the same for him. A young Latino not wooing the women, back in his day and age? It wasn’t exactly something a potent young man should skip out on. There was a certain social pressure and especially for a young man who had no idea that asexuality even existed…? That there was a term for it, that he wasn’t alone or broken…?

“And that’s it?”, asked Raphael, watching how shifty Jace was.

“No”, sighed Jace, running his fingers through his hair. “It’s… that… relationship with Clary. I mean, I don’t remember loving her, so I have a… neutral look on it and… it wasn’t… it wasn’t good. This girl really mainly wanted my body. She was constantly groping me, even before we got together and that’s kind of… rather inappropriate. And after we got together… After… After I died and absolutely no one but her knew about it, she… She came to my room, not to talk to me, to see how I was handling having died, she just… came to me to make out with me. On the second day we were together, when I was planning a romantic date, she… threw a fit afterward, about how I must not desire her because we hadn’t fucked. In the two whole days we had been together. Back then, I think, it were the pink glasses I was wearing that were so desperate for her attention. But now, when I look back… I just wanted to be… valued. Loved, I guess. I didn’t even really want to have sex with her, because I thought being in an actual relationship meant… more. But she wanted just the same things I had done before, for years. She… didn’t appreciate my attempt for a date at all, even though… that was all I really wanted from her. A proper relationship. Mundie dates, holding hands, all that… cheesy stuff, you know. She… wasn’t really interested in any of that. That was, I think, where I started really… questioning it. Myself. That something must be, you know, wrong with me. Dating a gorgeous girl but wanting everything but sex.”

Raphael nodded slowly, observing Jace carefully. “So you’re not… angry about the potion?”

“No”, huffed Jace with a frown. “I don’t think my love for Clary was ever a good thing. From the get-go. I jeopardized my relationship with Alec, I nearly got us all killed on multiple occasions. She… She brought out the worst in me, when she was around, all I could see was her and I put everyone else at risk, just because I never felt that way for someone and I didn’t know how to handle that. So I… became desperate for her attention… any kind of attention, even when it wasn’t the kind of attention I wanted. I wanted her to love me. Not just to desire me… I guess it’s biased for me to say it, since I don’t actually remember what it felt like to love her, but I’m glad I don’t anymore. What… good would it do me? She’s dead. I hear Isabelle and Simon cry about it sometimes, through the walls… But to me, it’s just… a stranger. So, what do people want? That I’d want my feelings for her back, so I can be heartbroken over her death…? No. She wasn’t good for me, our relationship wasn’t good for me. It literally got me killed once before, it would have gotten me killed again for good in the end, probably.”

“You truly think that your love for Clary is what got you killed?”, asked Raphael.

“She made me more reckless. I made her more reckless too. We weren’t good for each other”, shrugged Jace with a frown. “We went there, alone, just the two of us. And in the end, that’s what got me killed. Running head first into danger with someone as reckless as me. We wanted different things from each other and we brought out the worst in each other. We… we weren’t good together and it would have never ended well anyway.”

“And what is it you want?”, wanted Raphael to know. “Not sex, apparently.”

“I mean, I don’t mind it”, shrugged Jace. “Like I said, it’s… exercise. It’d be something I could do with my partner, I guess. I don’t know. So does that… Can I really be asexual then? I just…”

“Of course”, offered Raphael, his voice unusually warm. “If it is not what you truly desire. If you think you can go entirely without it. If you feel like asexual is the right thing to describe you.”

“Damn”, grunted Jace with a frown. “I didn’t expect you to be this… insightful? Understanding?”

“I remember what the struggle with myself felt like when I went through it”, replied Raphael after a beat. “Feeling like you are only half a man for not enjoying sex the way others expect of you…”

Jace paused and nodded slowly. Right. Raphael was older than he looked. Back in the day, it must have been even harder. It was an odd thing to think, but perhaps Raphael really did just understand what Jace was going through right now and just… provided some guidance that he himself had missed back then. Jace blinked a couple of times and sighed.

“But is it even possible to have such a relationship?”, asked Jace softly.

“Mh?”, grunted Raphael, frowning curiously. “A relationship without sex? Of course.”

“But for… me”, sighed Jace, rubbing his face. “Been doing so much soul-bearing, why not some more…?” He heaved another sigh and sat up straighter. “I can’t quite imagine someone loving me for who I am, I suppose. Love is… not exactly what Valentine liked teaching, you know? And the only thing that ever attracted people to me… is my body. I somehow can’t quite see it ending any differently than it did with Clary.”

“Here. You need a drink”, sighed Raphael and handed Jace a glass.

For the next two hours, the two of them drank, mostly accompanied with silence but also with some stories from Raphael, sharing about his own experiences. Jace seemed to relax more and more into it and talking to Raphael actually seemed to help settle his nerves.

/break\

An unexpected friendship started forming between Raphael and Jace, but both knowing they would earn odd looks from their respective peers, they continued on meeting at Magnus’ loft. Magnus slowly started to join their little meetings, the three of them enjoying the moonlight on the balcony. It took a few weeks before Magnus managed to naturally bring it up how he had thought that Jace was avoiding him. Raphael was running late with clan business.

“It’s good to see you again more often, puppy”, smiled Magnus gently.

A light blush lit up Jace’s face at the familiar but somehow old nickname. Magnus had given it to him when Jace had moved into the loft, saying Jace had looked like a sad, homeless puppy and that Magnus always took in strays in need of shelter. Jace somehow really liked the nickname.

“Mh…? It… really?”, asked Jace slowly, turning toward Magnus. “I… didn’t think you’d want to see me, because you… you lost your magic because of me.”

“I got it back. And I didn’t lose it, I willingly gave it up”, corrected Magnus. “I gave it up to save you, after… after I put you in danger. I made the potion that took your love for Clary away, that allowed you to be possessed by Lilith… I thought you were avoiding me, because you were still… angry about what I had done.”

“She… didn’t want what I wanted. And I didn’t want what she wanted. The logical and best solution would have been a break-up anyway. And… she’s dead, Magnus”, pointed Jace out, eyebrows raised. “And it’s not like you did what you did on purpose.”

“It might look that way though”, sighed Magnus and returned his attention to the moon.

“Why would you?”, scoffed Jace. “Unless you really hate me and wanted me to suffer.”

“Or I really loved you and… me using magic to break your love could easily be seen as me trying to kick the competition to the curb”, offered Magnus casually.

“Yeah, right”, snorted Jace before he started laughing.

He stopped surprised when Magnus didn’t join the laughter but rather looked subdued. Clearing his throat, Jace adjusted to also look out at New York again. Magnus, loving him…?

“So… you were in love with me…”, drawled Jace awkwardly.

“Am”, corrected Magnus cautiously. “I am in love with you, Jace. I worried so much about you while you were in the City of Bones and when you returned… I have to admit, I used every cabinet meeting trying to… get a glimpse of you… Getting over you was a nice concept, but it didn’t work. You being back only brought that back full force. Having you here, now… I just…”

“Mh…”, grunted Jace and nodded, still not looking at Magnus. “What… What do you… want…?”

“You”, offered Magnus honestly, turning to look at Jace’s profile, illuminated by the moonlight. “You know… I’ve… always thought I was strictly a cat-person. Always just wanted cats. Lots and lots of cats. But now I think… I don’t necessarily need cats. I think… I want a dog.”

“I want a cat”, replied Jace and tilted his head. “I mean, I don’t need a cat, but… since… the guy I like really likes cats, I wouldn’t mind cats…”

“But I’d prefer a gentle, soft puppy, if I can have him”, mused Magnus gently, reaching out to cup Jace’s cheek. “You wouldn’t have to… to hang out with cats, if that’s not what you want.”

“Please, stop talking in metaphors, that’s just painful to watch. Jace, Magnus loves you… for who you are. Magnus, Jace while willing to have sex, would like your relationship to focus on… other things. Now, I was promised wine”, interrupted Raphael with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

Jace and Magnus were both mildly flustered as they turned to look at the exasperated vampire. Magnus cleared his throat and summoned the wine before turning toward Jace one last time.

“I’d like to take you out on a date, Jace”, offered Magnus gently. “And I’m more than willing to take the relationship at your pace. All I want is you, Jace.”

Jace gulped and blinked, unsure what to think of this. “O… Okay. Dazzle me, Bane.”

/break\

Magnus was good at dazzling. Jace couldn’t deny he had a crush on Magnus before, the man was absolutely gorgeous, inside and out. But dating Magnus effectively made Jace fall in love with the warlock. It was all about the romance, the gentle comfort. Dates, walks under the moonlight, traveling the world with portals. There was an insane amount of cuddling.

“Hey”, whispered Magnus with a gentle smile, lifting the blanket.

It was late, or early, depending on how one looked at the night. Jace had just gotten home from a long-running mission. Home. The loft had become home again three months into dating Magnus, because he loved to be with Magnus, to fall asleep in the warlock’s arms, be kissed awake by his boyfriend, have breakfast in bed with Magnus. Groaning softly, Jace collapsed face-first onto the bed. Magnus smiled and carefully pulled the blonde closer until Jace could properly curl against him his head resting on Magnus’ chest and nuzzling against him.

“I love you”, whispered Jace softly.

Magnus’ fingers stilled in Jace’s hair, the warlock laying stiff for a second. “Not… how I expected for you to to tell me that you loved me for the first time.”

Jace paused and slowly looked up. “Is… Is that really…”

“The first time you told me that you love me?”, asked Magnus amused. “Yes, it is.”

“…Ooops?”, offered Jace sheepishly. “I thought I…” He paused and frowned. “I… I didn’t expect to really fall in love with you, but… I did. I love you. I love you. And it… feels right to say. Yeah.”

The smile Magnus offered him at that made his heart flutter. And while Jace knew Magnus desired him, he knew by the looks, the intensity of Magnus’ eyes, he knew that Magnus loved him. They did have sex, because Jace didn’t really mind, but he only felt secure enough in their relationship after he had moved in with Magnus. Feeling like sex was not the only thing Magnus would want from him. That it was more like a bonus. And for Jace, it was still a good outlet for stress, a great coping mechanism and a good way for exercise. He also found that it helped deepen the trust between himself and Magnus. And now he was just absolutely in love with the warlock.

“I love you too, puppy”, whispered Magnus with gentle eyes before kissing Jace.

And oh he did. He had thought he loved Jace before, but ever since they got together? How affectionate and cuddly Jace could be, when he trusted someone, loved someone. Magnus smiled as his cuddly puppy snuggled up to him, sprawled out on top of the warlock, seeking warmth and affection – something Magnus was more than willing to give, knowing he got it back in return.

Slight change of schedule, because what’d be a better time to post my first asexuality-headcanon fic if not Asexual Awareness Week? ;)

Read this here on FFNet & here on AO3

#jagnus #divergent-raven #magnus bane #jace herondale #shadowhunters #asexual jace #phoe's tumblr drabbles #OTP: keep it in your pants

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soulfireinc · 6 years

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So I finished DDS3

I shall be processing for many days but MY GOD. Overall, I loved. A lot. Spoilery fangirling and criticisms under the cut

- The opening scene: AH NOW that’s a bit mystical considering the tone of the show. I mean, it looks beautiful but come on. He should’ve been way more dead than that. Would’ve been better if he was just found by people who wanted to pay Daredevil back for all he’s done and who bring him to Father Lantom ‘cause they’re in his parish and know he’s sound. Him grabbing that randomer and giving instructions was a tad much, I thought. Also, why Lantom and not Claire when he’s super injured? Except of course that sweet baby Rosario is gone from Marflix.

- ELEKTRA NEEDED TO BE MENTIONED MORE. And generally I think a bit more specificity on survivor’s guilt ‘cause WHY was he the only one to be schlurped out the drain? Sure, Karen could be fine glossing over how he survived and got out ‘cause she refused to think he was dead, but Foggy should’ve asked more.

- Reunion with Foggy felt a bit rushed and forced to me. I think it needed more time for staring and holy-shit-you’re-alive-ing.

- MAGGIE J’ADORE

- LOVE that we had more over suicidal Matt discussions, that was needed

- Sweet baby Nadeem, you poor you. That Jack parallel at the end. My heart.

- THE HALLUCINATIONS YES YES YES SUCH FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS! Love Matt not idolising his dad as much and having him be back in the narrative. Felt he was really missing from S2.

- KAREN YOU ARE PERFECT AND NEED MORE HUGS IN YOUR LIFE DON’T YOU LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER

- Okay okay okay. People (Karen) needed to be more concerned about Ellison in the Bulletin fight. Like, is he dead? We don’t know, he’s treated like an extra til we see him in the hospital.

- IF YOU TOUCH MY FOGGY I WILL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AND BEAT YOU WITH IT CRETIN

- Marci. J’adore.

- FISKING HELL WHAT A FISKING FISK THAT FISKED

- K I N G P I N

- BULLSE-EY-EY-EYE! Done so well, I loved. His therapist deserved so many awards

- As does Charlie Cox and Vincent D’Onofrio and Deborah Ann Woll cos WOW, just wow, so much wow

- Right, so. That confrontation at the end. Is it just me or was it OOC and a bit plot-device-writing-y for Fisk to just ... let Matt win? Sure, he’s hurt and dazed and came that close to being killed, but shouldn’t his reaction be to just grab a shard of chandelier and stab Matt? Especially when Matt just sits down and holds his head for a minute? Why didn’t Vanessa kill the man who almost killed her hubby? Sure, he saved her like eight times, but still. It was weirdly passive for Fisk to just kneel there for minutes when he could’ve killed the man who ruined everything. Who he’d tried to kill a bunch all season. For all he knew, he just killed Dex. Why not Matt? This might need a fix-it fic for me. It might’ve even been a more powerful moral victory for Matt to be physically hurt for choosing his own soul, considering the themes of ignoring his true self and physical deconstruction.

- Speaking of Matt’s vulnerability, I feel he needed more small wins, or a bit more space to grieve and be given physical affection at the end. Every single episode had at least one hit for him and yes, he beat Fisk and he got his friends back and has started to trust himself with them/them with him. These are all huge wins, but not huge enough to balance thirteen episodes of misery. His last paternal figure died right in front of him. He could’ve stopped it (he’ll think). They argued right before. The woman he trusted who saved his life lied to him every day for months and years. (Loved how that ended, but goddamnit he needed one fecking hug that lasted more than half a second)

- NEEDED MORE MATT HUGS

- NEEDED A KAREN HUG OR AT LEAST AFFECTIONATE HAND SQUEEZE AT THE BROTHER/WESLEY REVEAL MY GOD MATT I KNOW YOU’RE HURTING BUT JESUS SHE JUST LAID HER SOUL BARE FOR YOU AND ????? I know you’re emotionally constipated but honestly honey, you could’ve said something a lil more comforting. Like, jeez.

- Honestly, Dex. Triumph.

- MELVIN NOOOOOO?! Glad leaving him to be FEDified was addressed, but god, Matt. That’s not okay, you poor thing. I hope they can be friends again but Gladiator’s gonna have to happen first yay

- Ellison is underappreciated and I love him. That set up? #dadboss

- Matt should’ve been more hurt after Midland Circle. I’m glad we got so much whump, but I’d’ve killed for the angst of him lacking his independence. It would’ve added to his early arc so much to see him being helped to the bathroom or even better, to eat.

- FOGGY’S IRISH? HI FAM :D SLÁINTE!

- Damn Foggy’s suits were amazing. He looked fantastic. Also his jumpers.

- Everything about Karen My Hero Page. You did not kill your bother, sweet baby. Not really. *feels*

- Please please please let all that Vanessa stuff be gearing her up to be the Kingpin while Fisk’s away. I would be SO HERE for that

- The whump uwu

- TAMMY HATLEY listen here. I had to pause for a MINUTE to give out when she turned out to be dirty, I loved her SO MUCH and y’know what? She was just great, all around. What a character. A+

- No but really. Matt chose to die with Elektra. That needed to be brought up again. She needed to be there, whether only in mentions. Although hallucinating her when he was still severely injured in St Agnes would’ve been beautiful. Can you imagine the guilt? The love? The angst? I may need to fic that.

- I 100% need Madame Gao to come back. That cannot be her end.

- If that ends up being Elektra’s end I will need a refund. She deserved better. Kill her off to further the man pain and then don’t mention the man pain like what

- Father Lantom and Karen MY HEART!

- Matt. Sweet, precious baby Matt. I love you. You’re an idiot.

- That nasal bloodbath bit?? Perf. Dramatic, but perf.

- WHY COULD WE NOT GET MORE OF THE TAXI SCENE???? I know you don’t see Matt’s struggle in the comics but dang guys, adapt! I found that really disappointing. That’s not a scenario (near-drowning) that they’re likely to do again and I feel mildly cheated. May need to fic that too.

There is definitely more to say and my subconscious is already writing essays but for now I must go watch it again sleep

UPDATE HOW COULD I FORGET THE BULLETIN BULLSEYE FIGHT THAT WAS AMAZING AND MORE IMPORTANTLY THE WORRIED!KAREN AND THE H A N D H O L D I N G be still my shipper heart

#daredevil #season 3 #dd season 3 #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #wilson fisk #bullseye #dex #s3

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the-faultofdaedalus · 7 years

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My take on wingfic. Enjoy!

Tony stared at his reflection, avoiding the blue glow from the thing in his chest, muffled by his shirt and the cast pressing his arm to his front, at his wings, folded tightly behind him.

Scratched, and scared, but largely unharmed.

Because they hadn't needed to harm them.

He flexed them experimentally, trying to bring them up and out, and winced at how the movement pulled at his chest, at the flight muscles they’d cut out, the places where his sternum was no longer the anchor he needed it to be.

He looked and remembered flying, air in his face and sun on his back and laughing with Rhodey or Pepper or Happy.

They hadn't needed to clip his wings, mutilate them like Yinsen’s had been, to prevent them from flying away.

The ruined muscles in his chest, his lungs and heart, did that for him.

He looked and remembered falling, a metal suit, arcing into the sky only to crash back down, unable to use his wings to brake for fear of the force tearing his chest apart.

He might not be able to fly under his own power ever again, but like hell that was going to stop him from trying.

He could fly.

He could fly, and it might not be the same as flying under his own power, not anywhere near it, but there was still something that felt larger than him, larger than almost everything, about shooting through the air on something he’d built, far faster than he’d ever gone before.

He’d almost died, he’d been so close, less than a foot away from pavement and even the most advanced armor in the world couldn't have saved him from that and he’d never felt so alive.

He’d outed himself as Iron Man, a superhero, and he held his wings up high despite the pain in his chest, the reactor carefully concealed beneath layers of shirts.

He’d nearly died, but instead of the exhilaration from his first flight, or driving too fast on winding roads, he just felt tired.

That, more than anything, cemented his decision.

No one was going to know he couldn't fly. If they did, it would just be another weakness, another thing people could use to hurt him.

His wings drooped all the time now, the palladium exhausting him too much for him to keep up the ploy of strong, normal wings.

He knew Natalie wasn't who she said she was, seriously, a woman who claimed to have grown up in LA, and spend a good amount of time in Japan flinching at an earthquake, but able to take Happy down in half a second flat?

Whichever government organisation she belonged to probably suspected, or at least that the poisoning was making him too sick to fly, but as long they didn't know the truth, he could...

Well, live with it was probably a poor choice of words.

At least the company and Iron Man were in good hands, and if those went to shit, his bots would always survive him.

The world would be just fine without him.

You know, it really didn't occur to him how much he didn't want to die now that not dying was a legitimate option.

An option he was going to take.

He didn't bother waiting for JARVIS to finish running tests on the new core before shoving it into his chest, it wasn't like it could be any more fatal than the old one, and the first thing he noticed was the energy. His wings straightened for the first time in months, and he grinned.

The second thing was the coconut.

That was a little weird.

A god had thrown him out a window.

Fantastic. Really, that was just great. He’d been meaning to test the Mk. 6 deployment system, and what better time to do that than falling to his death.

He hoped it wouldn't be to his death. Then everyone would know that he couldn't fly, Rogers with his sneer and cutting words, I know men worth 10 of you. Men who don’t need a fancy suit because they’re too lazy to fly, Pepper and Rhodey and Happy with their genuine care. Well, it was good to know that whatever report they’d given Rogers, they either hadn't figured it out, or left it out.

He kept his wings close behind him, but spread his arms and legs to stabilise himself as the armour locked onto his bracelets. “There’s one other person you pissed off. His name was Phil.” He said, letting his armor-covered wings stretch out to their full length, aiming a repulsor at Loki.

That asshole was going to pay.

They’d won. He’d gone to space and came back out and they’d won.

The Avengers, as they were apparently calling themselves, moved into the tower. He knew most of them didn't have a home to call their own, a roost, a nest, and he liked them.

And so, they became an actual team.

Maybe, Tony thought, as he hung onto the metal bar next to the gaping hole in the jet, the suit long gone and as Steve, the only one left in the jet with him, urged him to jump, maybe keeping the whole flightlessness thing a secret hadn't been the best idea.

Steve was still shouting at him, the words lost over the roar of wind, but Tony got the gist. Steve grabbed his arm and tugged, moving closer, and Tony shook his head, because he did not want to die impaled on a pine tree in the middle of nowhere.

Steve furrowd his brow, and even though his head was right next to Tony’s, he still had to yell to make himself heard. “WE NEED TO JUMP.” He shouted, his eyes pleading.

“I CAN’T,” Tony replied. Steve frowned. “I CAN’T FLY. YOU GO.” He said, and emotions flashed over Steve’s face, confusion and anger and resignation, and Tony briefly rued the fact that the parachutes had been concealed in the piece of wall that was currently debris on a mountain somewhere west of them before Steve grabbed him around the middle, and hurled them both out of the plane.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” He yelled, trying to free himself because he could die, that was fine (well, not fine, but he was in denial), but he was not going to bring Steve down with him. Thanks to Steve’s stubbornness, super strength, and the fact that his arms were crushed against Steve’s chest, he didn't have much luck.

Steve didn't respond, and Tony couldn't see anything, just navy uniform and gold hair and gold feathers, but he felt them slowing down, felt Steve’s chest heaving with the effort, and before he knew it, they had landed.

An actual landing, no blood or injury or broken trees, But Tony still stumbled when Steve finally let go of him.

Before either of them could say anything, there was a flash of red through the trees, an emergency flare arcing through the skies. Steve turned to him, expectant, and gestured to what he obviously thought was a trail, but was really, really not. “They’re not far. We can walk.” Steve said, like Tony had a choice.

So, they walked.

“So...” Steve started as he ducked under a pine branch.

Tony sighed. Well, it wasn't as if he’d not know that Steve would try to talk about this eventually. “I can’t fly.” He said, mostly just wanting to get the conversation over with.

Steve turned, brow furrowed, but he didn't look upset or disappointed or anything that Tony had been expecting, just confused. His eyes flickered between Tony’s wings, and his face, and back, and it was like Tony could see the thought process going on in his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but Tony beat him to it, tapping the reactor. “This thing replaces a good portion of my sternum. Even if I could regrow all the flight muscles, there wouldn't be anything for them to anchor to. Even If I could take this out, replace the chunk of sternum, and regrow the muscle, my lungs and heart would still be too fucked up to get them enough oxygen.” He explained, honestly a little relieved to say it. “I’m just not strong enough.” He smiled, rueful and self-deprecating.

All Steve said was, “Oh,” And he turned back to continue walking. It seemed like the conversation was over, but Tony could tell that Steve wanted to say something, ask something.

“Just ask.” He snapped, annoyed.Steve’s head whirled back around, face flushed in embarrassment and eyes wide.

“If-” Steve started, and cleared his throat. “Why didn't you have any parachutes? In the plane?” He asked, and he sounded so earnestly confused.

“That’s your question?” Tony blurted and waved his hands, trying to get Steve to ignore what he just said. “And, I did have parachutes. I’m sure you can guess which wall they were in.” He said, and Steve nodded, like that made perfect sense, before turning back to the trail Tony could still swear didn't actually exist. “That’s it? You’re not-”

“I’m not.” Steve agreed, not turning back around. “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re not a liability. It hasn't mattered until now, has it?” Steve asked, but didn't pause long enough to let Tony respond. “Thank you for telling me.” He said, and that was that.

Tony was sitting on the busted suitcase suit around a fire that Steve had made while the team waited for SHIELD to pick them up. The members of the Hydra cell that had been camped out here and that had shot them down were tied to a tree, no longer a threat.

He took a bite out of his piece of duck, chewed slowly, and swallowed. He cleared his throat, and it was so loud in the otherwise silient nighttime that everyone looked up at him. “I can’t fly. Just thought you guys should know.” He said, and waited on the reactions.

There was... surprising little. Thor just nodded sagely and held up Moljnir, his lack of wings a glaring hole behind him. “I thought as much,” Bruce said, at the same time Natasha spoke up.

“So it wasn't the palladium?” She asked, and tilted her head when he nodded.

Clint... looked mildly constipated, face twisted like he was trying to solve a particularly hard math problem. “Wait, then why didn't-”

“Oh my god, there were parachutes on the jet, I am not an idiot, they were in the wall that got exploded!” Tony snapped, throwing his hands in the air, but grinning. Clint accepted that, and grinned back before trying to steal a piece of duck from Natasha. It didn't go well for him.

And, that was that. He’d told Pepper and Rhodey as well, who confessed that they’d known all along.

In the end, the only thing that changed was the varied location of the parachutes in the quinjet.

#rowanwhispers #Iron Man #The Avengers #MCU #wingfic #tree writes #My writing

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laserpiles · 5 years

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How I Experienced My First Colon Hydrotherapy at Laser Piles Clinic

It was just last month when I heard the benefits of colon cleansing & underwent colon hydrotherapy for the first time in my life. I was interested in colon cleansing for long, but also heard incredible stories about the experience one goes through. But a close friend of mine convinced me & lo I collected strength & landed up at the nearest Laser Piles Clinic me in Hyderabad.

Researched Online before taking the First Step

Research told me that colon cleansing is highly beneficial to health. What colon cleansing does is wash away the toxins building up inside the body over a course of time. Colon cleansing is a procedure which leaves your colon clean, fresh & non-toxic. I also learnt that colon cleansing will also correct irregularity of bowels & constipation. Other benefits of colon dehydration include curing diarrhea, indigestion, bloating, gases, hemorrhoids, colitis, diverticulitis, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, parasites & many other skin conditions.

Eager to Try Out Colon Cleansing

There are enough positive accounts to give a go ahead for colon cleansing for the medical community. I was quite eager to experience other ways of cleansing after fasting helped me physically, emotionally & spiritually. I couldn’t resist & called up Laser Piles Clinic for an appointment. I was given basic instructions by the doctor there to avoid eating a couple of hours beforehand so that my digestive process would be resting. The beautiful & calming environment at Laser Piles Clinic genuinely impressed me. My colon hydrotherapist explained me the procedure with help of videos & made me feel at ease. Finally, I was taken to the room where my colon cleansing would take place.

My Experience at Laser Piles Clinic

· The colon hydrotherapist left the room after explaining the procedure.

· I lay down on the comfortable chair/bed after undressing waist-down.

· After putting on gloves, lubed up.

· Then I inserted the speculum.

· Then I covered myself from waist down with a towel.

· After letting the doctor know, she came back into the room to turn on the water.

This in fact was pre-procedure. I was being prepared for the actual process. I was stressed with the doctor in the room, but when she left I was at ease again. A slow stream of water was now running inside & filling my colon. Like I was told I was holding as long as I can before releasing it. The process was repeated over a length of time. Far as I remember, it was somewhere between 30 to 40 minutes.

Colon Cleansing in Noninvasive & Relaxing

Although it is natural, it takes a while to get used to the colon cleansing process. I had never thought it would be so simple & easy. There was no pain except for a few moments when the stomach twisted. It was however mildly uncomfortable as a part of the procedure, but eventually meant to eliminate toxins from the body. At the end of the colon cleansing therapy no clumps came out of me, but just plain water which is a sign that the process is over.

Recommending Colon Cleansing at Laser Piles Clinic

My colon cleansing process at Laser Piles Clinic in Hyderabad was calming & therapeutic. Although I was a bit worked out initially due to lack of activity, but soon I settled down. I am now looking forward to my next colon hydrotherapy session when I will let go my expectation & simply relax. I would certainly recommend that you too undergo colon cleansing at Laser Piles Clinic in Hyderabad. It is a worthwhile endeavor which is painless & therapeutic for both, the body & spirit. Another suggestion I have is to keep probiotics handy & definitely enjoy a large bowl of yogurt following you colon cleansing session.

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knowyourfood · 5 years

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Migraine In The Limelight: Kristin Chenoweth Get Migraines

Kristin Dawn Chenoweth is an American actress and singer, with credits in musical theatre, film and television.

Kristin Chenoweth is an Emmy and Tony-winning actress who can be found on film, television, and the stage. She suffered for years with debilitating migraines, and feared she would have to give up her career. She thought she would have to retire because spotlights are everywhere in her business and being on stage can trigger a migraine.

Ms. Chenoweth was having devastating Migraine attacks once a week, so her doctor discussed Botox with her.

She now has Botox injections regularly to help reduce the number of Migraine attacks she has.

Overview

A migraine headache can cause extreme throbbing or a pulsing sensation in a single area of the head and is generally followed by nausea, vomiting, and extreme sensitivity to light and sound.

Migraine attacks can cause significant pain for hours to days and be so excessive that all you can think about is finding a dark, quiet place to lie down.

Symptoms

Migraine headache often begin in early life, childhood or early adulthood. Migraines may progress through four stages, including prodrome, aura, attack and postdrome, although you may not experience all of the stages.

Prodrome

One or days before a migraine, you can notice subtle modifications that represent an oncoming migraine, which includes:

constipation

depression

food cravings

hyperactivity

irritability

neck stiffness

uncontrollable yawning

Aura

Aura can also occur before or in the course of migraine headache. They are generally nerve system symptoms which may be usually visual disturbances, such as flashes of light or touching sensations (sensory) or movement (motor) or speech (verbal) disturbances. Majority of people experience migraine headaches without aura. Each of these signs generally starts gradually, builds up over several minutes, and then typically lasts for 20 to 60 minutes. examples of aura consist of:

visible phenomena, inclusive of seeing numerous shapes, bright spots or flashes of light

vision loss

pointed pins and sharp needles sensations in an arm or leg

speech or language problems (aphasia)

Less normally, an aura can be related to limb weakness (hemiplegic migraine).

Attack

While untreated, a migraine commonly lasts from 4 to 72 hours, however the frequency with which headaches occur varies from person to person. You can have migraines several times in a month. At some stage in a migraine, you could experience the subsequent signs and symptoms:

pain on either oral

sides of your head

pain that has a pulsating, throbbing quality

sensitivity to light, sounds and sometimes smells

nausea and vomiting

blurred vision

Lightheadedness, sometimes accompanied by fainting

Postdrome

The very last stage, known as postdrome, occurs after a migraine attack. For the duration of this time you may feel tired and washed out, even though a few people report feeling mildly euphoric.

Dietary Changes can help in Migraines –

Foods might help to improve Migraines

Orange, yellow and green veggies, including summer season squash, sweet potatoes, carrots, and spinach

Carbonated, spring, or tap water

Rice, particularly brown rice

Dried or cooked fruits, especially non-citrus types such as cherries and cranberries

Natural sweeteners or taste makers, such as vanilla extract and maple syrup

Fresh meats, poultry, and fish

Salmon and pork (vitamin B-2)

Foods to Avoid -

Limiting the amount of triggering foods on your diet plan or even adhering to a strict avoidance policy can lower the frequency of your migraines. Food additives and processed food are widely considered to be common migraine triggers. Different meals or components that can be triggering include:

Eggs

Tomatoes

Onions

Dairy products

Wheat, consisting of pasta and bread products

Citrus fruits

Nitrites found in meals

Alcohol, specifically red wine

Caffeine, tea and coffee

Food additives, along with MSG

Aspartame

Chocolate

Aged cheeses

Nuts

To learn more about the natural remedies and causes of migraine visit : https://www.knowyourfood.in/Migraine-In-The-Limelight-Kristin-Chenoweth-Get-Migraines

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pumpkins-s · 7 years

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Spilling Like An Overflowing Sink

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Lance Alexander Rafael McClain is born in the middle of a summer storm, thunder cracking and rain slamming onto the roof of an old ramshackle house that had seen more than its fair share of children.

The miracle baby, that’s what the family had called Lance. The unexpected son to a mother of five daughters.

(In which family is always complicated, Lance’s life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, and he and Keith are really emotionally constipated for each other.)

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Relationships: Keith/Lance, significant platonic Lance & Hunk

Characters: Lance, Lance’s family, Hunk, Keith, Shiro, Pidge, Allura, Coran

Chapter 6: Live

(( Author’s Note: Heyo, new year, new update!

This wasn't originally going to be its own full chapter, but after doing the math on length and having just suffered through writing a 15k update for another fic (I'm serious, I did that, kill me), I decided to split the planned chapter up. Hence this. Now, before anyone asks, a lot of you have been asking about Keith, so I'll just say this-- They meet when Lance is 15. He's 11 now. How fast we get to Keith depends on how much of the next 4, Very Important, I'll add, years of Lance's life I cover, so please be patient, k? You'll get Keith in a chapter or two.

And!! Before we begin!! This fic has its own first piece of fanart!! I've been told it's a WIP, but it's still amazing so I have to show it off-- So everyone go check out Peachlance's gorgeous art of young Hunk and Lance. It's beautiful. I yelled in the middle of an airport when I saw it. (BTW if anyone ever does fanart for this fic and I miss it because it's on another site or whatever, please tell me in a comment on this fic or an ask to my tumblr with the link, I'd hate to miss it!!)

Also!! I'm on Twitter now since there seems to be a significant portion of the Voltron fandom that prefers that to Tumblr. I don't post a ton on it, but I'll be putting out update notifications from now on, so if you want those and my all-caps tweets yelling at Aiden, my irl Keith friend, feel free to follow me, yeah?

Ok that's it you can ignore me now here's Lance have fun y'all.))

Come September, Lance and Hunk pack their bags and move into the dormitories at Greenwood, accompanied by their moving team of the entire McClain family, plus Hunk’s grandmother— The whole lot of them piling into the old family jeep and pickup truck and Hunk’s grandmother’s tiny, ancient Toyota with an assortment of random things they’re each separately convinced Lance and Hunk are going to need.

Lance imagines they make quite the sight, pulling up to the pristine parking spaces outside the Greenwood buildings and piling out of the cars in a haphazard mess of long limbs and a loud mix of Spanish and English that blends together into a background noise that is comforting in its familiarity against the apprehensive mystery that is Greenwood. They certainly do get their fair share of stares as they cram into the entry building for student check-in, confirming that, yes, they are indeed all relatives, and are here to help Lance and Hunk move in.

Honestly, Lance has to admit they’re all pretty restrained, all things considered. Everyone knows how important this is to him, and to Hunk, in his own way, and his family is hardly inclined to mess this up for them, so there’s a fair degree of… what Lance might dare call caution in their behavior. They’re loud, and talkative, and move around a lot, because they’re McClains and that’s what they do when they move as a pack, but Karen doesn’t try to play soccer in the dorm hall, Igraine doesn’t punch anyone, even Marcie restrains herself from commenting loudly on the hairstyle choices of the people around them.

…Ok, yeah, she whispers a few comments under her breath to Lance, but that was still a marked effort on her part, and she was right that one guy’s undercut had been so sloppily done it was painful to look at, even Lance could agree on that.

Karen hadn’t seen anything wrong with it but, then again, that was Karen, who’s thought processes concerning her hair began and ended at where the nearest scrunchie was to pull it up into its perpetual bushy ponytail, much to Marcie and Lance’s horror.

If anything though, Lance thinks they just get odd looks because they’re… them. A large, loud, Cuban family who clearly don’t have the money to be here, let alone the pedigree.

“Fuck em.” Igraine mutters firmly under her breath the first time a mother helping her son with his bags scoffs at them when they pass by in the dormitory hall. “You’ve earned your right to be here. At least you didn’t buy your way in.”

“Igraine.” Aunt Rosa snaps, slapping her on the arm, and Lance snorts loudly, earning a victorious smirk from his sister even as she whines and cradles her arm as if it’s now broken. The burst of noise only earns them more side-eyes from the people in the hall, and Lance ducks his head sheepishly, scratching at the back of it nervously. He’s still not used to his short hair, really, and when he’s anxious he tends to find it feels quite itchy. At least the bangs that frame his face are just long enough to play with and twirl with his fingers. He thinks he’d lose his mind otherwise, far too used to having long curls to twirl and braid and tie into loose knots when he gets fidgety— Honestly, he has no idea what he’s gonna do in class now to keep his hands busy.

Eventually, they get all the boxes into his and Hunk’s room (and thank God for that little blessing, Lance doesn’t know how he’d function if they hadn’t been allowed to pre-choose their roommates), stacked up along the walls and all over the floor. Frankly, it seems like far more than the two of them will need to Lance, especially given they barely live an hour or so away, but a good portion of the boxes are things he can identify as not having packed himself, snuck in amongst all their other belongings, no doubt random pieces of junk his family has decided they require. Lance wouldn’t be surprised if he found something as random as a paper towel dispenser or half-empty bottles of shampoo, honestly. Knowing his family, it’s far too likely. He still remembers with a kind of abject horror the mess that was Carlos and Rachel moving into their new house.

It’s… different, bringing all his things in here and trying to make it a living space. Lance has only had one room his entire life, and if he ever slept in another room in the house, it had always been with Loraine. But… Loraine isn’t here anymore, and this is not his house.

Luckily, the adults largely take over once they get everything in, rearranging the school-provided furniture, getting the beds made with sheets and quilts and extra pillows, and unpacking the heaviest books. It only takes about ten minutes before Uncle Jesús, Lucas, Igraine, and Lance’s grandfather are kicked out of the room under orders to go get food for everyone, once it quickly becomes clear Lance and Hunk’s dorm room is not large enough to have all of them milling around in it. As it is, they still barely fit, shuffling past each other and ducking out into the hall as they work to make room. It’s a mess, but… nice. Lance is going to miss not being around his family every day, and so the squished hustle of it all is something he chooses to savor rather than be frustrated with.

When it comes time for families to leave, the extended visiting hours for the move-in day coming to an end once night falls, it’s a long, drawn-out procession of goodbyes. Lance has to patiently remind his mother and sisters that he’ll see them all again come the weekend, but even while reassuring them, he himself can’t help but cling to them tightly when they embrace him, memorizing his mother’s warmth, Marcie’s fruity smell, Karen’s chapped lips when she kisses the side of his head, the sharp dig of Igraine’s multiple ear piercings against his cheek when she hugs him tight. Each of them distinct in the little things that mark them as who they are— Marcie and her guiding softness, Karen’s grounding reassurance, Igraine’s fire, Evie’s quick wit.

His sisters.

…And Lance, the shadow to the all-encompassing, insurmountable ocean.

“Are these… Christmas lights. Yep, they’re Christmas lights.” Lance glances up at Hunk’s bewildered words, and snorts loudly, shaking his head in slight disbelief. Even with their families’ help, there’d still been plenty left to unpack once they left, and apparently they were hitting the boxes of weird stuff now.

“Just throw them on one of the desks for now.” Lance says dismissively, turning back to his own box, while Hunk bemusedly gathers up the lights in his arms and stares at them.

“…We could string them up along the ceiling? Like college students do in the movies?”

“Wouldn’t that be a safety code violation?” Lance asks, unfolding the flaps on the box in front of him and blinking in surprise. “…Why.”

“What?” Hunk says, frowning, and Lance sighs, straightening up and pulling out the large Cuban flag he’d found stuffed in the top of the box.

“I bet my abuelita put it in— She does realize I was born in the U.S., right?”

“Maybe she just wants you to be proud of your heritage. It’s a good thing.” Hunk says mildly, and Lance rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, come talk to me when you find your giant New Zealand flag then.”

“Actually…” Reaching into the new box he’s just opened, Hunk pulls out a miniature New Zealand flag on a stick and waves it back and forth. “It seems my grandmother had a similar thought pattern.” Idly, he peers into the box. “…Oh look there’s an All Blacks flag there too.”

“Jesus.”

“He’s over there.” Hunk says, pointing at the crucifix sitting on Lance’s bedside table, also a gift from his grandmother, Lance suspects.

Lance grabs the pillow off his bed closest to him and chucks it at Hunk’s head.

Hunk dodges easily, not even sparing Lance a look as he pulls a few books out of the box and sets them on his desk. Lance huffs in irritation and chucks the flag onto the edge of his bed to deal with later, emptying the rest of the box to find… yarn, lots and lots of yarn.

Wincing, he runs a hand over the closest ball, a light pink that’s soft to the touch. He’d learned to knit from Marcie, who’d in turn learned from their grandmother, as something to do with his hands when he was feeling overly fidgety. It had been nice, something he enjoyed, even if he’d mostly only made scarves and blankets, but since Loraine’s death he hadn’t touched his knitting needles, the whole activity too drenched in memories of being tucked up on Loraine’s bed with her watching a movie as he moves the yarn through his fingers.

He gives it a moment of hesitation, and then folds the box shut and pushes it under his bed.

Knitting’s probably not a normal boy’s thing anyways.

“Hey help me with this box.” Lance startles, standing up and going over to where Hunk is standing next to a large box, helping him push it into the spot they’d cleared for emptying and sorting boxes and cutting the tape on the top. Hunk opens the flaps and reaches in, pulling out a mess of fabric. “Clothes. Guess we missed a box earlier. Looks like these are all yours.” Lance takes the bundle of shirts from Hunk and opens a dresser drawer, dropping them in before moving onto the next handful. They’re all plain or with simple logos, old things he’d gotten from Lucas and Carlos, a few of Karen’s old things when she wore more masculine clothing for a while when she was younger. He’d purposely made sure to leave out all the old floral-patterned tops and frilly blouses along with the other clothing hidden in the back of his closet when he’d picked out what to pack— He hadn’t needed too many clothes, anyways, since the school had uniforms. This was mostly just for lounging around the dorm or days when casual wear was permitted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Hunk reach for something in the box, pulling out an old grey shirt and staring at it, brows furrowed and a question clearly on the tip of his tongue. Before he can say anything, Lance quickly snatches the shirt out of his grasp, throwing it in the drawer with the rest of the clothing and shutting it firmly, ignoring Hunk’s questioning eyes even as they follow him as he folds up the now empty box and drops it into the pile with its brethren in the corner.

He knows Hunk has noticed the change in his clothing, his mannerisms, as distinct as his hair, but he’s not ready for the questions yet.

…He’s not yet come up with an answer.

“How many boxes do we have left?” He asks pointedly, kicking the pile of empty boxes into a more reasonable shape.

“Oh! Uh…” Hunk startles, and glancing back Lance watches him peer around the room. “Nine or ten? We’ve gotten all the big ones, we could always do the rest tomorrow after orientation.”

Lance frowns. “If you’re tired, you can sleep now. I want to finish tonight so we don’t have to worry.”

He’s too jittery to sleep, honestly. Nerves and fears and excitement about being away from Veradera, from home, but being here, colliding together in a mess of emotion and displaced energy. Hunk hesitates, shaking his head, and Lance can tell he feels much the same.

“Nah, let’s just… get it all done tonight.”

Lance nods, grabbing a box off the stack and passing it to Hunk before grabbing one himself, setting it on top of his bed and opening it up. Once he gets the flaps on the top open, though, he freezes, feeling ice trickle through his veins and under his skin as he stares down at the box. “…Dammit, Marcie.”

“What’s wrong?” Hunk asks behind him, and Lance jolts.

“Nothing. Just. Stuff I told her not to pack that she put in anyways.”

In the box sits the things Marcie and Lance had bonded over for years, the skills she had taught him— The child-size makeup case she’d given him, filled with bottles of tacky nail polish in bright, sparkly colors, the lip gloss set Mavis had sent him along with others his sisters had gifted him, a couple old, thick pen eyeliners Igraine had given him, a cheap set of cheerful eye-shadows Carlos had bought him from the dollar store as a present last year. Next to the makeup case is the little box of hair ribbons he used to use, and with a pang of hurt at the sight, Lance wonders why Marcie would even put those in. He cut his hair. It’s done, no changing it.

It’s done.

That Lance— Lancie, Loo-Loo, whatever, whatever he was, is nothing now. Just a pile of memories buried away with his old clothes in the shadowed places no one will think to look.

With only a second’s hesitation, fingers drifting over the top of the makeup case, Lance folds the box top shut, picking it up and shoving it under his bed, crawling under after it to make sure it is pushed to the furthest corner against the walls, and then shoves the other boxes being stored under his bed around it for good measure, until it’s hidden from sight.

There’s no room for that… person anymore.

“Hey, you alright?” Lance feels a foot prod the back of his leg as Hunk’s voice pipes up, and he yelps, shooting up and slamming his head against the underside of his bed, pain blossoming through his skull as his vision blurs.

“…Ow.”

“Lance?!”

“I’m fine, just…” He groans, wiggling back out from under the bed and staring up at Hunk tiredly. “You surprised me.”

Hunk grins sheepishly. “Sorry. I’m just… hungry. They said there’s snacks left out in the dorm lounge tonight, right? Since a lot of students skipped dinner to unpack.”

“Yeah.” Lance nods, wincing when that sends another spike of pain through his head. “You want to go get some?”

“Please.”

They barely make it five steps down the hall before the whispers, the sidelong glances start— There’s plenty of other students still out in the hall, curfew rules given some leeway due to the fact it’s move-in day, and out here Lance and Hunk stick out like sore thumbs. In uniforms Lance imagines they’ll look much like everyone else, but everyone’s milling about in casual clothing right now, and Lance and Hunk’s worn, clearly hand-me-down sweaters and jeans with their tears in the knees make a sharp contrast to the neat, new clothes the other kids sport. Glancing down uncomfortably, Lance tries not to stare too hard at his own bare feet in comparison to the clean-looking shoes many of the others he can spot are wearing.

He hadn’t even thought to put shoes on. His sneakers were for the mud of the park and the cracked gravel of the street, not for indoors. Lance is pretty sure his mother would kill him if he ever wore his grubby shoes on inside. Even Marcie’s pretty work pumps that she had saved for months for and looks after with religious zeal come off at the door at home.

He’s so preoccupied with his little thought derailment of the etiquette of shoes on versus shoes off, Lance doesn’t even notice the boys rounding the corner until he quite literally slams into one, their chin connecting with his forehead, sending him reeling back in surprised pain, Hunk catching him with a startled yelp.

“What the fuck?” Someone says in a surprised, vaguely annoyed voice, and Lance glances up cautiously as he straightens back up, wincing when he makes eye contact with an older-looking boy with pale skin and short red-blond hair who is currently glaring at him like he’s a particularly disgusting piece of gum under his shoe.

“S-Sorry.” He stutters on instinct, taking a step back and slamming into Hunk, who Lance had conveniently forgotten was right behind him.

“Sorry? You damn well should be!” The older boy says with a kind of miffed outrage, crossing his arms as the other boy next to him looms over Lance and Hunk. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you to watch where you’re going?”

“He said sorry.” Hunk says, taking a step forward, and Lance gratefully ducks behind Hunk. It’s hardly his proudest moment, but these boys are at least a head taller than him and could probably bench-press him easy— Lance is tiny even for an eleven-year-old, and Hunk, lucky bastard, sits rather tall and large for a twelve-year-old. Between the two of them, Lance likes Hunk’s chances of at least getting the other boys to back down, given they can’t really risk their scholarships by getting into a fistfight on their first day.

“What are you, his bodyguard? Back off, lumpy.” Big and scary scowls. “I’m talking to the twig.” He raises an eyebrow at Lance, and snorts. “How the hell did you get into this school? What are you, a Mexican?”

Lance flushes, pushing past Hunk with every intention of informing the boy that he is Cuban, thank you very much, and that he can, frankly, fuck right off, when a serenely cheerful voice beats him to the punch.

“Demonstrating a deep and layered understanding of the various nuances of the Hispanic identity as always, Travis.” A girl says from an open door on the left, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. “Then again, you’d probably know quite a bit about Mexico, right? Given your daddy gets his cocaine stash from there.”

The boy turns red, spluttering. “Fuck off, Ritchie.”

“Oh, right.” The girl hums, lifting a hand to inspect her nails. “I suppose I could fuck off? Could fuck off right to the headmaster’s office. I’ve been meaning to look in on my granddad since I arrived.”

The boy pales, and his friend grabs his arm, pulling him away. “C’mon, man. Not worth it.” The two turn, disappearing around the corner, and the girl watches them go with a satisfied smirk.

“Bye!” She trills, and then turns back to Hunk and Lance with a raised eyebrow. “You two all good?”

“Uh.” Lance glances at Hunk, who shrugs, eyes wide in confusion. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“No problemo.” The girl says happily. “Travis and Jordan are mcfucking pricks. I like any excuse to tell them to fuck off.”

“…Okay?” Lance says awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. Subconsciously he brings a hand up to play with his hair, like he usually does when he’s nervous, only to meet air and flinch, pulling his hand down as he remembers there’s nothing there anymore.

“Ritzie!” An exasperated voice calls from inside the room behind the girl, and a boy with short black hair, dark eyes, and a scowl appears in the doorway. “Stop harassing new students.”

The girl gasps, placing a hand over her heart. “Me? Never. I’m only introducing myself.” Sticking a hand out to Lance, she grins. “Isabel Lamae, but everyone calls me Ritzie. At your service.”

“…Lance. Lance McClain.” Lance answers, carefully taking her hand and inspecting the girl before him. Ritzie is tall and willowy, probably two or three years older than him, if he had to guess, with thick blonde hair pulled up in two pony-buns on the sides of her head in a style Lance finds reminiscent of Sailor Moon, and wide, thick-rimmed purple glasses. She’s pretty, he guesses, in an eclectic kind of way, and her easy confidence reminds him a bit of Igraine. “That’s Hunk.” He says, pointing over his shoulder, and Hunk waves.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Ritzie parrots back cheerfully. “The grumpy one who yelled at me is Yuu, my roommate.” Behind her, the boy’s eyes narrow, fixing a glare at the back of her head.

“I thought boys and girls couldn’t room together?” Hunk asks curiously, looking between Ritzie and Yuu.

“They can’t.” Ritzie says, sticking her hands in her pockets with a self-satisfactory smirk and pursing her lips, blowing a bright pink bubble out that explodes after a moment with a quiet little pop.

“Then…”

“Her grandfather’s the headmaster.” Yuu sighs, seemingly giving up and approaching them to stand next to Ritzie in the doorway. “Which means she does whatever she wants.”

Hunk pales, staring at Ritzie with wide eyes. “Oh my God your grandfather’s the headmaster.”

“Chill.” Ritzie says, idly waving a hand. “You two are new, right? Scholarship, I’m guessing? No offense but you can usually guess.” Lance winces, and Ritzie shoots him finger guns. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad, you two look like you deserve it.” She nods to herself, looking pleased. “I have an eye for these things.”

“Well, she thinks she does.” Yuu says, rolling his eyes.

“…Great.” Hunk says faintly.

“Yep.” Ritzie nods, pausing for a moment, head tilting, and then pulls out a small packet from her pocket and offers it to them. “Bubblegum?”

Lance blinks, glancing at Hunk who subtly shakes his head, eyes wide.

“…Sure. Why not.” Lance says, already reaching out.

And that is how he and Hunk end up accidentally befriending Ritzie Lamae and Yuu Itami, the livewire princess of Greenwood and her sounding board slash handler.

Slowly, they fall into something like a settling at the Academy, or at least a semblance of it. It’s… undeniably odd, being even this far away from Veradera on a daily basis, but Lance finds it’s somewhat the change he needs. He misses home, of course. He misses it like hell, but he still gets to come back on the weekends, to revisit his sisters, his family, the worn staircases of his home, the faded glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, the cracks in the concrete outside his driveway, the crab-grass riddled front yard of Hunk’s small house where his now aging dog sleeps in the afternoon sun, the white, bright sand of Veradera beach, the creaking pews of the church, the feel of Loraine’s gravestone against his back.

And this way, he’s still alleviated from the… pressures of his home. Lance will never say he feels unsafe or unwelcome in his house, because there would never be a bigger lie. His family would protect him with their lives. But… it’s also hard being there sometimes now. The gaping loss of Loraine, while scabbing over, is still achingly fresh in all their chests, and while Lance doesn’t have the heart to place any more undue burdens on his family in their grief, pretending to be okay all the time is, frankly, exhausting.

Because, ultimately, Lance is very aware he isn’t okay. He’s better than he was— He’s learned to function again, to survive, but a mediocre duct-taped job holding together solely on hope and a prayer doesn’t fix something firmly broken. Lance is never going to be whole again, not in his soul or his heart, he knows, in a way he can’t put into words. Even once the worst of the grief and the agony has been worked through, one day, this is something he will never move past. The connection between himself and Loraine was intimate and fathomless in a way he shares with no one else. He holds something similar with Hunk, he thinks, but it’s different. Hunk is someone he feels close to, like they hold a connection beyond their time together, but Loraine was like… the other half of his mind. Losing her fractured something deep inside his soul, well beyond the definitions of his short childhood or his yet unlived years.

Sometimes, he wonders if this is what the oceans might feel like, if someone came along and placed blocks between them, severing Pacific and Indian and Artic. That’s not the way things are meant to be, he thinks. Water is meant to intermingle and run together. You can’t take one piece of water and say it is different from another, when they are meant to be one.

Lance’s only other comfort in his thoughts, to rival that of knowing his family doesn’t have to see these broken pieces of himself, is that Hunk is here with him. Hunk, who picks him up and puts him back together when he falls. Hunk, who listens to his nonsensical ramblings about water and souls and Loraine with an understanding and patience beyond his years, and cleans up Lance’s messes afterwards, coaxing the blades from Lance’s skin before he can do more harm to himself, and forcing him to sleep and eat and keep up appearances in class.

Honestly, if it weren’t for Hunk, Lance really isn’t sure if he would have survived those first few months at Greenwood.

The other surprisingly consistent presences he finds at his side are Ritzie and Yuu, who seem to take an attachment to Lance and Hunk after that first encounter on move-in day. Or… at least Ritzie does. Lance suspects Yuu usually just goes along with whatever Ritzie fancies, either unable or unwilling to talk her out of her ideas, instead simply hanging around for something like quality control, and to make sure Ritzie doesn’t get herself killed.

Ritzie is easy to get along with, Lance finds. She’s beyond privileged, as pretty much almost everyone at the Academy is, but not arrogant or obnoxious about it. She has an ego, but only for the things she achieves herself— Not beyond showing off, largely the opposite honestly, but only for her own brilliance, never her family’s money or influence, unless she threatens it to protect an underprivileged or younger student who’s getting shit from the kids who do think their money entitles them to everything.

Lance has never been able to hold a friend beyond Hunk, too smart and too little and too different to give him much popularity before, but he… he likes Ritzie. She’s just as smart as him, as many others here are, and fun. She doesn’t care about his age or size, judging him by his kindness to others and his “interestingness”, as she puts it. He doesn’t tell her about… Himself, about the Lancie-Loo of Veradera beach, and Loraine, and promises to stars, but those are secrets reserved to Hunk and his heart, for a dead child who can no longer be to survive and do what he plans to. Still, he enjoys her company, embracing her loudness and her quirkiness and her spitfire energy. Hunk is slower to warm up to her, but even he can’t avoid her cheerful charisma.

Yuu is trickier, Lance finds. Despite his disgruntled complaints, he shows himself to be very attached to Ritzie, her right-hand man. He’s dismissive towards Lance and Hunk at first. Not in a mean way, but just as if he assumes they’ll soon get tired of Ritzie, or Ritzie will get bored and that will be the end of it, but with time, he seems to unfurl, accepting Lance and Hunk as occasional presences in his and Ritzie’s space. Yuu and Hunk get along well, once they both get over their personal cautions. Yuu is analytical design and portable game devices and formulas for circuitry and wires, and that clicks well with Hunk’s easy joy in technology, in science, in creation.

Ritzie is more… charm and exploratory whim. Bold words and the written truth in print and demand for answers to everything and anything. They’re traits Lance and her share, in part, and he figures that’s largely why they mesh so easily.

And so, while he and Hunk remain partners in crime, formed by unbreakable trust, Ritzie and Yuu also become on-and-off presences in their days, offering new company and idle chatter.

It’s… nice.

Adjusting to the academic side of Greenwood is its own bag of worms though, Lance discovers.

For once, Lance is no longer the youngest, smallest child in his grade. Instead, he finds his classes filled with a mix of different kids, sharing space with children several years younger than him, as well as those older, including Ritzie and Yuu occasionally, despite them being a year older than Hunk and two older than Lance. Class in general is less regular— They don’t take the same classes all the time, and aside from some basics, the curriculum is a lot less regimented.

Greenwood is, as Ritzie calls it, “a true magnet school”, dedicated to producing students who rake in accreditations and awards for the school. As such, Lance finds that pretty much every student is dedicated to one or two clubs or particular talents, be they academic, artistic, or athletic.

It only takes a few weeks before one of their science teachers pulls Hunk aside and recruits him to the competitive robotics and engineering clubs, his talent for schematics and building the impossible out of scraps, long honed from years hanging around Igraine and Lance’s uncle at the repair shop, quickly coming to light. As for the rest of Lance’s miniscule social circle, Ritzie is part of the school’s elite debate and mock trial teams, and Yuu the mathematics team, along with the same robotics team Hunk is dragged into.

Lance himself doesn’t really find an easy niche. His specialty, much as it can be called that, has always been being moderately decent at everything. It was what had allowed him to jump a grade, given there was no one subject he was significantly less proficient in than the rest. He has odd skills he’s picked up, but they’re all what he’s learned from his family— An intricate knowledge of makeup and hairstyling techniques thanks to Marcie, basic understanding of an engine via Igraine, some easy programming skills and how to hedge a wifi signal he’s locked out of courtesy of Evie, etcetera. Regardless, if he has any particular skills, they’re not any he can identify or that immediately stick out.

The thing is, Lance’d be fine with that, normally. So what if he’s not an expert in anything? He’s relatively good at most academics, speaks two languages perfectly, can keep up in P.E. just fine, and knows quite a bit about astronomy. But, the problem lies in the inherent purpose of Greenwood— To pull in as many accolades as possible. To not have a talent that can bring awards to the school is to be useless to it, and not a position he can afford to be in as a scholarship student.

Honestly, he stumbles across his saving grace completely on accident. It’s one of the lunch breaks when Hunk and Yuu are off with the robotics team for… something, it kind of goes over his head, and Ritzie is nowhere to be found, possibly off trying to break into somewhere she’s not supposed to be. Lance is left alone and bored, and accidentally finds some other students, a couple of which he gets along with well enough, playing chess in one of the common areas. On a whim, he asks to play, and one of the older students, who is known to be a bit of a cocky bastard, agrees with a smug smirk, probably assuming he can beat Lance easy as he explains the rules of each piece with a breezy air.

He isn’t smiling when Lance beats him five minutes later, his eyes wide as he stares at Lance’s equally shocked expression.

By the time Lance has thoroughly thrashed the next three others that challenge him, each of them waiting for Lance’s lucky streak to end almost as much as he himself is, one of the upper-grade math teachers finds them, and pulls Lance into her office for a… talk about his sudden new skill.

Within the next month and a half, he plays through three chess tournaments and ends up with two grandmasters coaching him that the school hires the minute he somehow wins his first competition.

Turns out he’s really fucking good at chess, not that Lance would guess that any more than most people would either.

“Of course you are.” Is what Mavis says to him when he tells her over the phone, ever as much the confidante to him she became over the end of summer. “You’re good at reading people and have a head for analysis, Loraine always talked about how smart you are. Try some language and statistics courses, that kind of thing. I think you’ll be fine.”

So Lance does.

The first Christmas home from Greenwood, and the first without Loraine is… odd. Christmas has always been a big deal with their family, and it’s his and Hunk’s first extended break home from the Academy, so while it’s nice to be back its also feels vaguely overwhelming. Lance really isn’t sure how being around his family, people he sees almost every weekend, can be exhausting, but it’s… difficult, to try and come back and get into the holiday cheer. Sleeping in his room in the house for more than a day or two feels odd, and Lance is grateful that by day two Hunk gives up the ghost and migrates over to the McClain house with his pillow for pretty much the rest of winter break.

It’s not bad. It’s nice being with his family and having a couple weeks to hang around Veradera, but there’s still an absence that sticks in Lance’s throat. He misses Loraine, achingly so, and being back home only emphasizes that.

It’s hard, knowing that this situation isn’t going to change, that she’s… never coming back.

Mavis avoids coming home completely for Christmas, a point Lance loudly berates her for over the phone, but she waxes poetic about not having the money and then mails him down a less-than-cheap looking dark blue sweater and a chessboard as Christmas presents.

“Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favorite.” She says, with put-on melodrama, when he calls her about the presents. “Besides if you have to dress like… that, it might as well be nice stuff.”

That’s another aspect that makes Lance’s skin itch uncomfortably about being home. He hasn’t allowed himself to touch the discarded clothing of his old life in the back of his wardrobe any time he comes home for the weekend, and he holds himself to that over the break as well. It’s not worth the risk, really, and part of him is afraid that, if he indulged, he might not have the heart to give it up and go back to living as this new image of himself at Greenwood only a couple weeks later.

Practice makes perfect. Surely, with time, he will come to accept this boyish, awkward version of himself he sees in the mirror.

So, he remains as he has taught himself to be, despite the worried glances his family still sometimes cast at him, and comforts himself with the familiarities of home. He spends time with his sisters, his mother, aunts, and uncle, he visits Carlos and Rachel two streets over, plays with Josie, no longer a small baby but an excitable toddler eagerly awaiting the promise of a sibling from her parents, walks the beaches with Hunk, chases the cracks in the gravel on the sidewalks on the way to the dairy shop, and sits in the garage under león’s shadow, the hoverbike preserved lovingly by Igraine and waiting, promised to Lance once he’s big enough, because of course it’s his, Loraine would have wanted him to have it.

Sometimes, in the early mornings, when the sun isn’t quite yet risen and the last of the stars are yet to sleep, Lance will sneak out to the churchyard, will dust the snow off Loraine’s gravestone and sit with his back to it, ignoring the chill of the wind and the nip of the snow against his fingers, because he always forgets gloves, always, and tells her about Greenwood, about his life.

Lance wonders, occasionally, if she would be proud of him, of what he’s doing to preserve their dream, her dream.

He hopes so. He really, really hopes so.

He wants more than anything to be the legacy Loraine deserves, to be worthy of the pride and the love and the confidence she had always held in him.

He feels closer to her, oddly enough, there with his back against the stone, or with his head pressed to it as he traces the words on the stone, and occasionally, on the ever slowly re-healing scars on his skin.

Loraine Ophelia Eliza, Loraine Ophelia Eliza, Loraine Ophelia Eliza.

Please forgive me, he asks in his silent mantra. Please protect me. Please let me get this right, for you, for me.

It’s not that bad, Lance tells himself, and that’s the important part, right?

And when he goes back to Greenwood with Hunk come the new year, and Ritzie and Yuu break into their room almost immediately, the former’s mouth running a mile a minute about all the boring socialite parties she had to attend, with the air of someone who has walked through a war zone, while Yuu patiently half-listens and shows Hunk and Lance his new video games behind Ritzie’s back, it’s not too bad either.

He’s surviving, rising on up on the way to the stars, and that’s all that matters.

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24 Essential Benefits Of Coriander and Coriander Side Effects

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24 Essential Benefits Of Coriander and Coriander Side Effects

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Coriander Side Effects

1. For Lever At a glance, coriander is very beneficial for our body, but when coriander is eaten in excess, it causes pressure on the bile which can cause liver problems. 2. Allergies It is possible that by consuming coriander, you may have problems with dizziness, swelling, rashes, difficulty in breathing, etc. Therefore, do not eat coriander too much. 3. For pregnant women When the intake of coriander becomes high, the gland of the body gets affected, so pregnant women and lactating women should not eat it. Doing so can have a negative effect on their fetus. 4. Cancer Coriander should not be eaten too much because its consumption causes sunburn on the skin, which can also cause cancer if prolonged.

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Its been a while! Life has been fine. Feeling a little better overall, less depressed but also started a new assignment for therapy. I got into TWU for counseling! Kinda stressed cuz gotta figure out everything else now :/ BUT I feel good about having something to look forward to but also feel anxious about ... yikes. I’ve got lots of plans for this weekend (which I’m only mildly anxious about). Going out with my coworker and his friend tonight... gotta be social... but tomorrow I have therapy and then my friend is coming up from austin and we’re gonna go to 6 Flags! <3. Yeah kinda anxious about tonight just cuz like I’m not very social due to like me fearing social situations. Like it just plays to all my insecurities: fear of being weird/different, fear of doing something and looking stupid, fear of people not liking me, etc. I mean I’ve gone out before and tried to be social so it isn’t something completely new, I’m just stressed cuz last time I went out with my coworker we kinda hooked up? not really just basic shit aka me being horny and him being someone I feel comfortable with. I WONT GO INTO DETAILS because I’m kinda embarrassed? anyways I’m stressed also cuz like last time we went it was DEAD and he tried to make me talk to people and like I haven’t had to talk to new people in a long time like I just don’t do it ever. And I said something about that and my coworkers gave me shit about how I need to be more sociable cuz it only gets worse or whatever so I’m just not excited for that aspect of tonight. It’ll be fun tho, I’ll meet his friend, drink free alchy from him and get to chill after a long week.

FOR THERAPY:

How I feel about Crohn’s... I just am Annoyed about it. Like as if my upbringing wasn’t shitty enough I have to worry about taking a shit or being constipated all day everyday. I would worry about people noticing how long I was in the bathroom, worry if I missed something if I went during class (which was almost always), worry if people would hear me shitting in the bathroom (cuz they normally aren’t Good Shits). It was so frustrating just existing and knowing there’s something medically wrong with you and the doctor just doesn’t know what it is. Then they claim its something and give you meds and they don’t actually help. All this while I’m shy/introverted and keeping my mouth shut about my body because I fear it. I fear my mind and body cuz I’m gay and believe without a doubt that its a sin. I’m afraid to talk to people about anything cuz they’ll figure out I’m gay. Just like all the friends that I made growing up. The group of girls (outside church) who would be like “are you gay?” just because I liked to hang out with them (granted I was pretty effeminate). Like even to this day I am afraid to say certain things, have people judge me, based on who I am, what I like. I think the most potent feeling was frustration. I just was frustrated that I was suffering and no one could help and I didn’t know what to do. I was frustrated cuz it sucked and I wanted to just be normal.

I’m supposed to review stories from my high school years but to be honest I don’t remember a lot. I blocked most of it out (cuz I don’t wanna remember how shitty I felt during some of it.) I do remember I think my junior or senior year of high school we went on a church boys camp kinda thing to Galveston and I remember us stopping at a gas station, actually I remember suffering through like 30-an hour before hand where I would just focus on deep breathing exercises (before I even knew what they were) to help lower my anxiety which kinda helped my need to shit, but anyway we finally stop and I just go and EXPLODE in the toilet and I’m taking forever but like my stomach still hurts and I would always feel like theres more to come and like god I was so embarrassed when I got back in cuz like its obvious I was taking a giant shit. I had a similar experience on a different boys camp thing we were about to go rafting or something? and so we had one last stop before going out and like me and this other kid (who later came out as a trans woman, good for her) like took turns taking massive dumps in the stalls. And like I remember just Knowing what was going on with them and like I don’t think I was judgmental but just knowing and realizing that others would know too, and look at me differently too like just made it worse.

To be honest the worst for me was probably just like living my day to day life being anxious/stressed about my crohn’s and which would cause me to shit more which caused more anxiety (vicious cycle I wrote a paper on) while I was going to college. Like BYU was just a really hard time for me emotionally which lead to my physical health getting fucked. I remember I would like be late to quizzes, miss attendance, have to walk in late in front of the class or even walk out in front of everyone DURING class to go to the bathroom. Like my whole issue about being gay is what I focus on more but god my shit issues were Terrible and my doctor was in fucking Texas... Then I get home for a year and that doesn’t help either. I’m anxious about school still and now I’m driving over 30 to get there so like of course I almost shit myself, have to stop on the way there, and even miss class some days because of it. Finally when I went to UT it got somewhat better just because I had gotten into a routine of like knowing how to arrange my schedule so that I would have time to shit between classes or while at work or whatever. But still I was so anxious about everything... I was a dumb scared gay and didn’t know how to be social without it being forced on me. I wanna say I felt anxious, scared, but also a little ashamed. Like I should be better than this. That it was just something to overcome. That I shouldn’t let it define me. But like... I can’t stop it from existing. I can only lessen its effect on me and I can be more honest with myself and other people and deal with any shit people throw at me, even though most don’t care they’re probs more interested than anything.

While thinking about stories from my Crohn’s I thought about my one time I actually shit myself. I was getting back from downtown with friends (which DT is always hit or miss with me I think like its the anxiety as well as alcohol just gives me the shits sometimes, also friday nights are when I inject so like the very end of the dose to the new dose in the same day (I just tried to google and see how fast injecting works but cant find anything)) But anyway I was getting back with my friend who I met in lab and was visiting from the UK and we had a fun time dt, but then before we started waiting for the bus I could feel it coming on. Anyways the bus ends up taking forever to come and by that point I’m doing my like awkward dance breathing exercises trying to sit just right to alleviate the pain and like I’m so close to just shitting on that bus. BUT we make the 20 mins (at least) bus ride to west campus and we get off right in front of Whataburger and god I speed walked inside with my cheeks CLENCHED and that wasn’t enough. I felt the shit slide through my cheeks as I was like a step away from the door and after that it just wouldn’t stop so I ended up taking off my pants/underwear, and washing my underwear in the sink (luckily they were kinda tight so everything just stayed in the underwear) and like i remember having to smush the shit to smaller pieces in the sink (which probably wasn’t safe for disposal there) and I ended up washing them and putting the underwear back on and being like “hey so I just shit my pants and washed my underwear in the sink, can we leave?” and they were like “oh shit yeah, you good?” and I ended up staying at her subleased apartment and like shitting some more and she was like... you sure you good?? and ugh it was like awkward but like she still loved hanging out with me?? like I make people out to be so scary, and some people are, but like most people are so nice and understanding you just gotta be honest with them about your problems.

Anyway.. Its been a bit of my ranting and ugh TLDR: Crohns just really sucks and honestly I wish I didn’t have to deal with it, but since my gayness was happening at the same time I tended to focus on that issue so my crohn’s was put on the back burner and just never got dealt with.

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