#AND I GET TO DO IT FOR A SECOND TIME COME JANUARY !!!!!! HOT DOG

[todayisafridaynight]

Just finished Gaiden like 40 minutes ago! I gotta head to my friend's stream Right Now so I can't say much even if I wanted to but yeah no verdict hasn't changed LMAO 1000% my favorite Kiryu game... There's tons and tons I CANNOOOT fucking wait to see you react to live and talk to you about after (this being the first game release I'll experience with you, after all) But I Will <3 If all goes to plan I'll actually have finished it thrice by the time you stream, so see you then <3

GAME ALREADY FINISHED god. POTENTIALLY finishing it three times before i even go to class on friday Christ Above....

i hope to meet your expectations when it comes to reacting to gaiden content 😩

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Saturday, January 14th, 2006 4:14 pm "noones ever been this good for this long" this is everything i am thinking right now with out transition. i apologize for my brains lack of linear thought processing: i hate the way it gets dark so early here this time of year. i guess "seasonal depression" kind of falls under "ADD" and "post tramatic whatever disorder" for me. i feel like its science from the madhatter down the rabbit hole. not too real. but lately i just wake up blue - my only thought is- how soon will the day be over so i can get back into bed. i open my eyes just a tiny bit and blur the numbers on the clock with my eyelashes. every word you say rolls off of my back - the praises and the barbs. i don't hear either, ever. sometimes the tips of my fingers itch from the back of my head- just to get the chance to tear someone to pieces and just barely let them off the hook. i swear to god, i was asleep alone. quick text me an alibi and oh god please don't dust the keyboard for prints. sometimes i stare out of the frosted window and make up stories as people walk by. the bottled blonde, park ave. princess walking whichever dog matches her coat. you know how i could turn your world upsidedown. its not love if a day goes by when you don't think about dropping it. its not the world keeping you on the outside, its you not wanting to be on the inside. everyone wants to be the first. buts its okay to be the second if you understand it better, if you make it look prettier. worn down doesn't even touch this. and theres nothing worse than when someone acts like they have you figured out, when you haven't even figured yourself out. nice boys don't write good stories or sing good songs. and his songs are boring. and his stories are just personal ads set to background music. i found the skeleton key for wedlock but i am holding off on telling her. on telling anyone for that matter. consistent inconsistency. thats all you ever have to remember and you'll do okay with me. dancers are always strippers. and paying their way through college is the BE VE. oh and hey pete do you remember the way the world used to trick you with fifty degrees in january and orange leaves in june? button your jacket tight, don't believe everything you read... don't even believe everything you wrote. i'm tired of always leaving. i'm tired of the way things always/never change. swim upstream until your gills bleed just because thats what genetic encoding commands. there aren't any trophies that are really worth it in the end. they can put you in a box when you are very young, so you'll be a pretty corpse but there are too many pages filled with too many words to lie beside you forever. intelligent design is the last great joke i heard. but honestly, no one will ever stay where i tell them, least of all the years. they keep moving. worlds greatest liar and how do you know i'm not lying when i tell you this right now? and thats coming from the king of one-liners. copy and pasted - long live the away message. kiss the monitor. fast asleep baby. Friday, January 6th, 2006 8:11 pm i am just a hot mess. i woke up to the feeling of myself throwing up today. pretty much put a damper on the entire day. i ate about 50 stomach pills and then threw them all up- it was a pretty color in the toilet. my toungue is black on the top right now. i am pretty sure thats a bad thing. i watched way too much gastinaeu (however you spell it) girls today. i think it made me sicker. it took me awhile to realize that they were mother and daughter and not sisters- but the mom is kinda hot in pissy kind of way. my mom is out of town so there was noone here to take care of me- my brother was around but hes pretty much always bongzilla'd. so i waited for back-up caretakers to arrive- one of them was busy cutting hair and the other has like a "real" job besides being dad.

the best part about vomitting alone in the morning is the way the bathroom tiles feel kinda cool in a pleasant way so i took a nap there for a bit. i want to see hostel tonight but the problem is all the vomitting- see its not that i mind so much its just what if i run into someone in my sicky gear and puke on them?

wow. i am glad i did this update. arent you?

im gonna leave the comments open cause i never do- just write down the first thing that comes into your mind when you see that reply button- heres mine:

i am just a hot mess. (989 Comments |Comment on this) Saturday, December 24th, 2005 9:57 pm blue christmas so i was sitting around this christmas. just kinda getting bummed out looking at the lights outside of shiny houses in my neighborhood and decided that it was time fall out boy gave somethng back. we decided to pick a cause that we feel is often overlooked- education of poor people in africa (specifically ethiopia). we feel like education is one of the most important building blocks in change- so after doing some research we found and organization that we felt really was doing it right: www.a-cet.org - this isn't some glossy amazing press piece it is doing something quietly to make a change- and we loved that. so we decided to put a couple of old and rare FOB and clandestine items up on ebay. here's the deal- if you dont see the link off of a fall out boy site than don't trust that it is us doing it- part two- keep bidding the more we can help the better. and three we will keep adding more items up here for a bit so keep checking back. they are all legitimate and endorsed by FOB and all items will come signed. happy bidding:

a clandestine shirt sample that was never made: http://cgi.ebay.com/never-produced-clandestine-shirt-sample-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812617551QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

breakdance not hearts shirt worn on big in 05 awards: http://cgi.ebay.com/clandestine-breakdance-not-hearts-shirt-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812615104QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

giant moonman pez dispenser given to nominees at the VMAs http://cgi.ebay.com/giant-VMA-moonman-pez-dispenser_W0QQitemZ4812612435QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

complete set of take this to your grave trading cards. including rare card: http://cgi.ebay.com/fall-out-boy-trading-card-lot-takethistoyourgrave_W0QQitemZ4812607828QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

new:

original bleach "i am the dream" shirt clandestine: http://cgi.ebay.com/original-bleach-clandestine-shirt-i-am-the-dream_W0QQitemZ4812798220QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

original secret order shirt http://cgi.ebay.com/secret-order-of-FOB-shirt-hyper-limited_W0QQitemZ4812800208QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

alternative press poster signed by entire band http://cgi.ebay.com/alternative-press-poster-fall-out-boy-limited_W0QQitemZ4812796786QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

spend your xmas cash... Thursday, December 8th, 2005 3:34 am last week i got to hold a baby orangatan (spelled completely wrong).

that was the best moment of my life.

ill try to find a picture.

try to imagine a regular baby, mixed with a puppy, mixed with the song "dont stop believin" by journey. Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 12:59 am sometimes my own words dont suffice. "i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us i hope we come up witha fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight and i hope we hang on past the last exit, i hope its already too late and i hope that the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and i never come back to this town again. in my life i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife and i hope you die. i hope we both die" Sunday, November 20th, 2005 1:36 pm sometimes its like never started sometimes it like its never gonna end

[fayerieetale]

Apparently some tag question has been going around, and I thought these have been illegal already. AND nobody tagged me for it, so Imma tag myself cause I'm too lazy to study right now and I'm being a Leo.

1. What would the happiest and best version of yourself look like?

If I'm lying on my side with someone feeding me grapes, and at the flick of my fingers, people do what I please or what's on my mind.

2. What message/advice would you give to your past self?

NEVER WASTE YOUR TIME ON SOMEONE OR SOMETHING NOT WORTH IT-YOU WILL GET OVER THEM.

3. What is your happy place and why?

Church. HAHA, can't even lie to myself.

Last day of exams. I come home. Take a shower. Open the AC. Close the curtains and lights. And take a sleep for hours. Feeling all the exhaustion run out through my body.

4. Have you ever been in a toxic relationship? How did you get out of it? Any advice?

Yup. In all kinds of relationships. The thing is I don't get out, because I like it manipulative and toxic, well, at least, they do.

5. If money didn't matter (if you earned enough money from it) what job would you want to have and why?

Trauma surgeon. Period.

6. Do you have your happiest memory? If you don't mind sharing please tell us about it.

This is rather sad, but my happiest memory was just an expectation. It was supposed to happen last January. But it didn't. And that makes me extremely lonely.

7. Do you have your saddest memory? If you don't mind sharing please tell us about it.

Wow! that escalated rapidly. I think I have more sad memories than happy ones. And the thing is they're of the same level. But I'll choose two since I tagged myself and this is my page.

First: is that when my mother thought I cannot do med school since my sister is having difficulty in law school, which means if she's already having difficult time in doctorate school, what more if I do it.

Second: when someone who mattered to me said, not just on one but multiple occasions: "whenever i see a pretty pretty pretty girl on my social media, i wonder if you were even pretty"; don't get me wrong, these things didn't bother or bother me now, but during those times, I let myself to be vulnerable.

8. What is the movie/book/tv show that made you think a lot or made you change something about yourself?

Nietzsche book just to sound pretentious. Even the spelling is intimidating.

9. If you ever were to write a book what would it be about?

My autobiography. We need to epitomize me.

10. Do you have a strange habit?

Nope. Too perfect.

11. Have you ever met a person that drastically changed your life?

Yeah. We no longer talk.

12. How would you describe yourself in 5 words ?

I will never be enough.

13. What is your idea of a perfect day?

Waking up late in bed with the AC on, and the blanket just keeping me warm. Looking at the back of someone while he quietly makes breakfast for lunch, with sunlight hitting right through the gap of the curtains. Watching movies or reading a book after lunch, sleeping and snuggling, then going out for dinner and walking around Calle Crisologo. I'm easy to please provided that all of his attention, and eyes are on me. And well, if he carries me as I flick my fingers as if on cue.

14. Do you have any embarrassing stories from your life?

I am not romanticizing embarrassment. Just get the book. Refer to #9.

15. What is the strangest thing you've done or seen ?

I plead the 5th.

16. What is your gender identity? Do you think you do a lot of stereotypical things that are assigned to your gender?

I do exaggerated stereotypical things to mock the society. But in general, I couldn't care less.

17. If you could bring one character from a book to life, who would it be and why?

The wolf guy from Twilight. He seems hot. Hopefully he doesn't smell like a dog. (Refer to number 16)

18. Do you have a person in your life that makes you feel special or a person that you feel like you're soulmates with?

You mean personS?

19. What has been the hardest thing you had to deal with? Do you have any advice on how to deal with a similar situation?

Family stuff. Never limit yourself just because they don't believe in you. You do you.

20. What are you currently waiting for?

a. Getting married (refer to number 16)

b. Scholarship allowance

[mylifeasjazmine]

bella, where the hell you been loca?

Last year I rediscovered Tumblr and then I was on a roll, then I fell off! I’m not entirely sure how that happened but I’m back and I have a lot to say!

I’m not even sure where to start so here’s a 2023 recap;

January was calm from what I can recollect, I was still getting my autonomy back and the 31st of that month marked the one year anniversary since my accident and I’m not sure if I mentioned this but I also got a car a few days before my year anniversary which was very special to me to have been able to come full circle like that. Romantically, I didn’t have anything going on. I was going dates to fill the time but nothing serious ever evolved from any of it.

February brings me to my first trip of the year and the first time I had been able to use my flight benefits. Ashley and I took a day trip to New York and came home and drove to Miami for a day, it was quick but fun! Since I was mobile in more way than one now, I was getting back to my “old” self again. Getting dressed, hanging out with my friends.

March was nothing to write home about either. I had training for a new position at work and spent a lot of time with my niece. I can’t recall anything major happening this month either if I’m being honest. I can remember emotionally feeling a little sad because I was feeling disconnected from the world. I had gotten a little busy with work and I was becoming a little bit of a hermit crab again.

April is when the year started to pick up a little speed for me. Adel and I took a trip to Puerto Rico, it was the first time for the both of us. We had so much fun we ended up extending for another day. During this time I started to get a little into fitness and I was shedding my little hermit crab shell again. Maybe it was the braids, the tan and the warm weather, but life was feeling like life again.

May started with a bang! I went on a cruise with like 12 other family members and we had a blast. It was short but we still enjoyed ourselves. The whole month was actually pretty eventful. Allie’s surprise 30th party was that month and I also got to see Bryson Tiller live with Zamira. We sang and cried our little hearts out. Eli’s birthday is also in May so we celebrated her too. As you can see, we are well into the year and we are still batting zero in romance department, but we keep living.

June may still go down as my favorite month of the year. As soon as the month started I went to Miami with Cindy and Eli to go see Kathy before she popped out her new baby but you know we still turned it into a trip while we were out there. The week after I got back I went to Chicago with Gabby and some of the girls for her Bachelorette Trip. It wasn’t my first time in Chicago but it was the first time I spent real time there and I really enjoyed myself. When I got back from Chicago, I went to the Sorry Papi Tour with Eli and Cindy! I also had training for what would be my second promotion of the year. We also found out the gender of my brother’s newest baby, it was a boy!

July I tried to sit my ass down but I think I still had June ants in my pants. I spent 4th of July with Liz and Amanda and the kids which I love to do. I flew to Texas a few days later to spend Adel’s birthday with her. Such a cute little trip. I was trying to get back into rest mode this moth so I didn’t pop out too much after that. I remember going downtown one hot ass night with Amanda and Liz and then just spending the rest of the month in my pool trying not to die of heatstroke. I also made one year with my job, which came pretty quickly.

August is when life started to get a little interesting I think lol. This month I was feeling overwhelmed with my living situation and in that same swoop someone I know needed a dog-sitter for a few days so I packed my shit and was a dog mom for like 4 days. I won’t get into too many details but long story short, that was the last time I ever saw that person because they lied about their flight being canceled so they could stay an extra day knowing their dog was sick and I was ready to go home. That weekend was also the weekend we celebrated my Grammy’s 65th birthday. This weekend, I also started going back and forth with a handsome man that I had always been interested in back it just never seemed to happen. Before the month was over, we had hung out a few times and if I am being honest, I was feeling pretty optimistic. I blame my Sagittarius Venus for that.

September rolls around and we celebrate my godson Zavier, my niece Amaia also turned 2 this month. Not to mention, my little sister turned 18 on us! All the while, things with this handsome man seem to be working in my favor. We are spending a good amount of time together, I’m getting to know him more and I am liking what I’m seeing. At this point, the only things I’ve been up to is working, working out, spending time with my family and seeing him when I could. I think it’s important to note that neither one of us had really said anything about how we felt about the other. Everything was more of a “use your context clues” kinda vibe for a little. I also didn’t want to get ahead of myself so I was just going with the flow.

October is finally here! This is my birthday month so I knew the vibes were gonna be 1000. We kicked off the month celebrating my cousin Jazmin. We had a cousin’s night out and we had a blast. The next week was Gabby’s wedding so I traveled to the Dominican Republic for the first time. The wedding was beautiful and I cried my eyes out pretty much the whole weekend. Plus, I was the ONLY single person there. Don’t tell me I’m not one of God’s strongest soldiers because my lord lol. In between this, I am still seeing the handsome man but at this rate I have developed feelings for him and I don’t know what to do with them. So naturally, I decided to do nothing and bury them. But we were still hanging out so that was getting hard. My birthday rolls around but this year I wanted to spend it solo. So a few days before I went to dinner with some of my best friends and on the day of I just hung out with my brothers.

November hits and I’m literally catching a flight on the 1st. For my solo trip, I went to Sacramento to see my favorite artist Victoria Monet. It was an AMAZING show, I am so happy I went. While I was out there I think there was one day that I literally didn’t even speak. It was so peaceful. But it gave me time to think about some things and I felt like I was getting in over my head with the handsome man so I started to subconsciously pull back a little. When I came back from my trip, I saw him for what I didn’t know then would be the last time for 4 months. But looking back, that last time felt different. Something felt off. On the bright side, I did have training for another promotion, that makes 3 for the year. I also got to take my brother to see the Magic play at an in-season play-off game which was dope. The best thing that happened this month was rekindling my friendship with Eyad. We ran into one night out and decided to make a pact to hang out once a week and we’ve been sticking to it! He’s legitimately become one of my best friends.

December marks the end of this relatively smooth year. Christmas is my favorite holiday so the vibes were up. I hadn’t really spoken to the handsome man because I was trying to swallow those feelings I had for him. Then one day, he asks me if I listen to Christmas music and sends me a playlist. That playlist sends me into a frenzy and I can’t think straight for like 2 days. If you know me, you know how much I love music and thoughtful gifts so the me a playlist is the perfect depiction of that. It might not hold that kinda weight for everyone, and it’s probably silly, but no one has ever made me a playlist before so I was geekin’. That drove me to finally tell him how I feel about him, sort of. I told him that I like him but there’s so much more I wanted to say. He told me he liked me too but, at this point what his but was doesn’t matter because having a “but” in the first place just puts a stop to everything. What I will say is that his “but” was enough for him to just decide I need to fall back. With the tale as old as time, as I pulled away, I could feel his energy more. I tried doing on dates to distract myself but it didn’t work. The only thing that worked was time.

Fast forward to April 2024, so far I have gone on two trips and both have been with Adel. We went to New York and we just back came back from Atlanta. So far, I am on promotion number one of the year and in July I will make 2 years with my job. I have seen the handsome man again and he has sent me yet another playlist. Do I still have feelings for him? I think so, but I can’t keep driving myself crazy wondering, I have to keep on living and remember that what’s for me, will always be for me. If you made it this far, thank you for your time. This felt really good for me to release.

[purplesurveys]

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When was the last time you felt exhausted? Last night.

....and why did/do you feel that way? Well, it was New Year's. It didn't help that I had New Year's Eve work since my client is one of the handful of bodies organizing a major public countdown event so I had to be there for a bit; then I had to Fast and the Furious my way back home in the evening to make it to the NYE mass + my family's media noche. Then I had like 10 glasses of wine and did a ton of karaoke...I don't even remember at what point I fell asleep haha. Next thing I knew I was waking up at 10 AM.

How often do you feel exhausted? Pretty much everyday. My job is taxing when it comes to creativity and idea-generating.

What are three things you like about Instagram? I like the interface they have for the reels. It's also nice that small businesses have found a home in Instagram, so it makes access to food beyond the big franchises very accessible. I'd say those two are my favorite parts; I'm not the type to identify things I like about social media platforms as at the end of the day they're all the same.

What have you found to be the cruelest thing about growing up? You can do absolutely everything but if you get dealt a bad hand things can always fall apart at any second and out of your control.

When was the last time you went trick-or-treating? 🎃 I can't remember if I was 16 or 17 but it was definitely when I was in high school. My friends and I gathered at Chelsea's place then we went around the neighborhood for candies; I went as Sofie.

Which do you think is scarier: change or staying the same? Depends on what kind of situation we're talking about. Things aren't black or white in this context.

Would you rather go on vacation to Florida or California? And why did you choose that state? California. I'm not interested in either state but I feel like I'd be more at a loss on what I could do or where I could visit in Florida. Also isn't Florida kind of conservative? I might go crazy in there.

Can you believe that in three months it will be October already? I'm answering this from January, but I mean yes in general it is crazy how fast years go by.

In life, do you feel like you are winning or failing? Why so? I'm definitely winning. In the grand scheme of things I have a good job that I just happen to be increasingly miserable in, and in my personal life I'm relatively privileged. I just feel directionless at the moment, but I refuse to think that that means I'm failing.

Have you ever taken a selfie inside of a doctor's office? That is very specific haha. Yes I have actually! I took a few selfies when I was waiting to get treated for my dog bite because I partly also found it hilarious that I found myself in such a situation. My nose and lips were completely fucked.

What is your favorite season, and what are three reasons why it is your favorite season? Idk, I can never relate when it comes to these season questions. 

Are you good at painting your nails? 💅 Not at all. My hands aren't stable and I'm always either missing spots or painting beyond my nails.

Do you have a lot of regrets from your past? Yup, small regrets here and there. I don't have any major regrets, like the type I would lose sleep over.

What is one biblical command that you often have trouble obeying? Not believing in the Bible.

What do you do when you're feeling overwhelmed? I allow myself the time to first ignore the Thing that's overwhelming me, so I can get back to it once my mind is a little bit more clearer.

Do you prefer sun or rain? Rain.

Would you say you are more creative or logical? Logical.

How often do you pray? 🙏 Never.

What is the closest thing to you right now that is blue? My Koya bedroom slippers.

What was the last hot beverage you drank? My favorite hot chocolate from La Creperie.

What is your favorite thing that you've done so far this summer? Flew to Thailand to see Yoongi.

[gritandpowerarmor]

Forfeiting Fate

Figure I’d get this out of my head, here, on the empty void. 

So, I forfeited in the last round of a Warhammer 40,000 tournament. Three rounds, three hours each, two thousand points. They’re called Rogue Trader Tournaments, or RTTs, if you’re not familiar.  They’re more competitive than your standard pick up game, but they’re not serious events like Grand Tournaments (five rounds, two days, 12.5-15 hours of Warhams) . This RTT was twelve people at the start, before someone else dropped in the third round. Probably everyone's first tournament with the new GT pack, and my first games of Arks of Omen GT season period. 

I was at the top table. Two wins with Iconoclast Worthy Offerings War Dog Pack (read : Spam)*. I had a lot of War Dogs left over from a weird army and had only used it once at another RTT years ago. It was a thrown together out of what I had (as of right now January 2023), the hot new War Dog models for Chaos Knights are sold out. So I didn’t think it was ideal, but War Dog Spam is looking to be very good for the Arks season. And Worthy Offerings lets me hit more into vehicles, monster, and characters. Basically, Much Meta, Very Beardy.

First two games were over by round three. Perfect targets. Going second into Imperial Knights with one big guy and bunch of Armigers, my first turn clap back wiped a flank, moved blocked the other and it was basically over from there. Highlight was his big guy blowing up, taking out two of my War Dogs, killing one of his Armigers and cutting two of mine down to half wounds. 

 Match two, going first into Triple Monlith Necrons (two in Deep Strike). I disintegrate the first Monolith before it can even blink, take out the Ghost Ark, kill some units. Turn two, after a weak Necron turn, clean up most of the threat units, and get stuck into the Warrior blobs. The Monoliths come in, do little but blow up my Warlord. Next turn, I wipe them both and hem the Warriors in (who keep standing up over and over) on the back Necron objective. Game was over at the start of Necron turn three. 

Both cases, I finished with an hour or so to spare. Pretty good. I only have thirteen models, which means I’m pretty fast. Go into round 3 with 80 and 89 points respectively, without paint scores in use. 2-0 is pretty good for an army I haven’t played in years, and with a codex I’ve really only read enough of to make sure I’m not cheating. Fun little self sabotage: I double and triple check my list to make sure I didn’t bring the wrong number of models, or have the wrong upgrades as I’m playing. 

So, why forfeit?

Round three is against Adeptus Custodes. Two Telemons, two Contemptor Galatuses, Trajan Valoris (probably another character too) and a lot of Sagitarum. Actually a decent match up. I have enough firepower to kill the dread and the Sagitarum aren’t that great at range into me. It’s not an easy match up, but it’s winnable. Not mine to lose either, but not hopeless

I chatted with my opponent before the round started. Things were amiable. We set up objectives. Roll off for terrain. And then he brings out the clock. And I say no. And that’s where things break down. 

If you’re not familiar with 40k games: they can drag on and on and on. Player skill is part of it, army size too, and sometimes things just get sticky and take time to resolve. For competitive play, chess clocks are necessary, especially at high level professional and semi-pro play ( a very niche thing, but it does exist). Bad time management can screw over a player who would win on later turns. When a player runs out their share of time, all they can do is roll saves and accrue any points they would by doing nothing. 

I kinda knew my opponent was using one in his rounds, and had used it in a pick up game I’d played a few months back. The latter is kind of strange. Pick ups aren’t a timed thing (unless that timing is “I have to go, because Real Life and this has taken up too much time”). But I hadn’t really thought of it. 

I said no. Understand while we’re talking, my time is running. My opponent said it didn’t matter, the TO would back him, and it was in the rules.  I said show me that. Immediately appeals to TO  (because it was neither in tourney rules or 40k rules), who backs him but not out of malice (nice guy, probably didn’t think anything of it).

 I still say I don’t want to use it. During this time I pick up the clock twice to pause it because he has it on my time while I discuss this. I shouldn’t have done that as it’s not my property, but I was upset and the ticking clock wasn’t helping. He says if I don’t want to use the clock, my only choice is to forfeit.

“Fine. Fuck you. I forfeit.”

I tell the TO I’m dropping, pack my stuff up in (angry) silence and drive home. I do apologize over Discord message to my opponent. Cursing him out was wrong. Grabbing his clock was wrong. I was upset at myself for leaving (I could have won!) and storming out in front of other people. He did give his reasoning when he accepted my apology:

“My intention wasn’t to pressure you or make you feel overwhelmed with the clock. I play all of my tournament games on the clock after having been slow played at a couple of tournaments in the past and having lost out on the overall points score due to that (not saying that you would have done that).“

He’d actually told me that last time we’d played, but again I hadn’t thought of it since. 

Here’s how I feel, and I say this to get this out of my head by dead lettering it into the internet:

1) It’s not fair that I don’t get a say if there’s a clock or not. Its his preference, but no one else was using a clock besides in his games. I should have the equally valid preference to not have one if I feel its unnecessary.  40k is a two player game and not bound by the whims of one over the other. There should be more options than either accept or quit. 

2) I don’t like the intimation that I’m going to cheat my opponent out of points. I don’t think any one is. He does say he doesn’t believe I would, but the clock is the unspoken suspicion. It’s pretty standard at the store to just talk out turns (which isn’t necessarily common), especially if there’s no doubt who would win. I’d be perfectly willing to do the same. I do my best to make sure my opponents get the points they should. I’m not hungering to shave points off his tally to screw him out of ITC points. 

3) This is a small event. It’s worth ITC points, yes, but it’s not a GT and it’s not a big events like LVO or Adepticon or NOVA . Again twelve people at the start, ten at the end. This is about as low stakes as competitive 40k gets. I had come expecting a casual experience (even though yeah, on meta) and my two first games had been casual. A chess clock is not the tool of a casual player. 

4) I’ll be honest: don’t like the pressure. I haven’t used a chess clock in uh... eighteen odd years of 40k (playin’ since my teens) except against this one guy in a game months ago. Hadn’t even used one in all five of my matches at the GT in November, and that was higher stakes all round. It’d added pressure that I was not comfortable with: what if I do run out if time? What if I don’t hit the button and he gets  to use my time? I don’t want to sit there doing nothing while he gets the 40k equivalent of a walk to home base. 

 Which does circle back to point one. My comfort gets disregarded, while his fear of being cheated is validated. 

5) The “the TO is going to side with me” is just hostile, while also running the clock while I tried to argue the issue. It escalated the situation and reinforced my already intense discomfort with the timers by punishing me for not going along, which then increases the chance that I’ll have to sit there while he gets to play Warhammer solitaire. 

6) Small brag but a pointed one: but I’d finished each of my previous games before he did. And that goes back to two. I wasn’t going to slow play him. I had thirteen models! Kinda hard to without being very, very obvious. 

So I don’t know. I regret forfeiting and leaving a tournament I had enjoyed up until that moment. But I also didn’t want to use the clock. I don’t like how I was treated and I think the reasonable accommodation where we just didn’t use the damn thing.  If you read this far, thanks for hearing me out.  If you saw the wall of text and scrolled here, well, there’s no moral.  

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NEW FOOD TRUCK DOWN TOWN SALEM! Salem has a food truck, Palmetto Spoon, located this week across from the Fire Department.  Stop by and check out their breakfast and lunch menu!                                                                                  

TOWN OF SALEM: *Downtown Market every Sat. 8am-12pm.   Council Meets Jan 17, 5pm.  BLOOD DRIVE:  Monday January 9, 2023 from 1pm-6pm.  Downtown Salem across from the Fire Department.  $20 in e-gift cards plus and an additional Bonus $50 in e-gift cards                                              

.                                            ASHTON RECALLS        By Ashton Hester                                    COMMUNITY WELL SERVED RURAL SALEM RESIDENTS -  - (The following is the second half of a story that began in the last issue of The Post. It was in the January 12, 1977 issue of the Keowee Courier and was written by Doris Rogers, who wrote feature stories for the Courier during that era. Incidentally, she is a native of Salem and was raised at the Tamassee DAR School. The Bennets who are featured in this story were kin to her). . .The oldest and youngest Bennett men have died and the middle one moved away. Now, there are four families drawing water by hand and a fifth one--you guessed it--who gets theirs by way of an electric pump. . .I remember playing games and eating picnic lunches under the trees near the well. The central gathering place for the community, birthday and communion dinners were given there. Boys played ball and we girls played jacks--and told the well our secrets. . .The well was a landmark, and small children weren't allowed near it without an adult. . .Once in 1970, a station wagon filled with children came to a stop beside the clean, neat well box. The old windlass brought back memories for the North Carolina man, and held a fascinating curiosity for the children. The group came from the car and asked questions. . .Mr. Vondiver Bennett drew up a bucket of the always cold liquid and everyone had a cup. The man said he had never tasted cleaner, sweeter water since he was a boy. He took a jug home for his wife, and Mr. Bennett walked home smiling. . .(Footnote written in 2023: A photo of the well accompanied this story in the January 12, 1977 Keowee Courier).

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC)& COFFEE SHOP 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed-Sat 8am-9pm.  Sunday 2pm-7pm.  Events this week:  THURS: Old Time Jam 6:00pm.  Fri– FOOD: Pat’s Hot Dogs.  Music:  JR Williams at 6:30pm.  Sat–  Music: Tim McWilliams 6:30pm Food:  ALAZAN Food Truck. Call 864-873-0048   Book Club Meeting at JVBC: Wednesday, Jan 25 at 10:00am.  We will be discussing Desert Flower by Warris Dirie.  Landscape Art Class, Thurs, Jan 26, 6pm-8pm $25 Preregister.  

Tamassee DAR: Tamassee is now taking reservations for the next Bride-to-Be Tea Party on Feb. 18th at 10 a.m. in historical South Carolina Cottage Whether you are planning a romantic garden wedding for a small group of close friends, or a chapel ceremony with all the traditions, Tamassee DAR School can make your wedding dreams come true.  From engagement tea, rehearsal, ceremony, to reception – Tamassee DAR School is a one-stop-venue experience for all your wedding needs . Tour our beautiful indoor and outdoor venue options, visit with preferred vendors, enjoy refreshments, and learn more about our affordable wedding packages.  Cost for the Tea Party is $10 for the bride and one guest.  To register for this event, call us at 864.944.1390 or email us at events@tdarschool.org.

Tamassee DAR Thrift Store open Tues-Sat, 10am-6pm.  Located 9695, Hwy 11.  Treasures, furniture, and more!  Also, the kitchen area features delicious sandwiches by Bake It To the Limit, on Fri and Sat.  

Happy New Year to You! Prepare for the JCS It's Coming!   The January Cold Snap.  According to my 20 years' research, The "JCS" most likely occurs around January 15th.  If the storm  travels up from Atlanta, we might be snowed in for a week or more. To that end, I have prepared a shopping list for you                JUST IN CASE:        ___Shop for the January Snows_______                                     Bread, Milk, Hot Cocoa Mix, Marshmallows, Canned Soups, Pop Corn, Orange Juice,Cold Medicine Baking Supplies:Choc Chips, Oats, Flour,                 Pie Crusts, Canned Goods: tomatoes, beans, tuna, salmon, peaches                                        --------Cut this out and put it on the Refrigerator----------                     I love you, Oconee County! I picture you safe and warm by the fireplace ogling A SEED CATOLOG!!!MIZ JEANNIE                                                                                    

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER , 501c3, 4 Eagle Lane, Salem                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        ENAC REGULAR meeting Monday, February 6, 2023  at 5pm.                            ENAC TREASURE STORE: Open every first Saturday of each month 9am-12pm.  We need more volunteers.                                                                          UPCOMING PERFORMANCES IN 2023:                                                            MOUNTAIN FAITH BAND:  Family Bluegrass/Gospel band from Sylvia, N.C. JAN.14 at 7 PM TICKETS $20 presale.    Available at the Town of Salem, Ticketleap,  or call 864-280-1258.  Doors open at 6pm.                                          OCONEE MOUNTAIN OPRY:  Local Roots Music and comedy.   JAN. 21 TICKETS $10.     Doors open 6pm. Show at 7pm.  

Folk Mountain Gospel:  Don and Donna Mohl play mountain and hammered dulcimer, bowed psaltry, zither and more.   Save the Feb 11 evening for this unique event.  More Details to come.     Website: folkmountaingospel.com            WOMEN ECOURAGING WOMEN: FEB. 18 1PM-4PM  A Love Offering will be taken.  * This is a wonderful event for our local churches to help sponsor. *

ARE YOU IN NEED OF A COAT OR SOCKS?   Call Missy at  864-944-8732      Community Food Bank through local churches. No one should be hungry for food or love:  Contact Teresa and James Barker  at 944-0258                        

GOLDEN CORNER FOOD PANTRY:  Tamassee-Salem mobile food pantry.  Pick up at Salem First Baptist Church second Saturday each month.  10am-12pm .  Anyone on EBT ( food stamps) will automatically qualify.  For more information, call the Golden Corner Food Pantry 864-882-3610.  Share with others, and tell them to share with others who might know of someone who has a need.                                                          

Thought for the week:  Great Relationships are made when you are building one another up– Not tearing one another down—                                              Prayer:  Heavenly Father, Open and eyes, ears, and heart to do good for all mankind.  Help us lend a hand where one is needed.  Help us to share your message of hope and love everywhere we go,  through Jesus Christ, Your Son. Amen                                     

*No Paper next week.                  *Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday. LRMartin                 

[sorion]

I posted 3,649 times in 2022

22 posts created (1%)

3,627 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,621 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#lol - 496 posts

#lmao - 364 posts

#videos - 276 posts

#our flag means death - 260 posts

#art - 182 posts

#tumblr - 119 posts

#storytime - 115 posts

#memes - 100 posts

#history - 75 posts

#good omens - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 86 characters

#the protagonist is not the good guy the protagonist is just the guy the story is about

Cut because there's a loooooong fic rec post among my top 5. Also some depressing stuff (reminding me that I'm not doing much better now). And a dash of surprise!religion. Also some anti-Murrica in June for some reason.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I would like to thank the universe for not making me American.

11 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#4

PSA

I am a certified adult with a less equally adult son. If that makes you uncomfortable, unfollow.

📌 post

13 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#3

Our Flag Means Death - Fic Recs

I’ve been asked about fic recs, so here you go  🏳️‍🌈 🏴‍☠️ (Please let me know if any of the links are messed up.)

My favourites in alphabetical order with word count and AO3 rating (list might be expanded; you can find the link in my profile)

$2 Taco Night (5k, E) The guy in the expensive sports coat and fancy Apple watch has been sitting at the end of the bar since 3 PM.

A Bit of Fanfiction (4.8k, T) The crew picks up on some vibes between Stede and Blackbeard...so they decide to write about it.

All His Sea Dreams Come to Me (2.7k, T) Ed’s never had time just to be, before. Of all the beautiful things Stede’s given him, that might be the best of them all: time.

Born to Run (24.8k, T) Alma Bonnet, 16 years old, feels trapped in her proper, upright life. What could be the risk in sneaking aboard a merchant ship anyway?

Captive of the Pirate King (19.4k, M) Stede sits down to read his nightly bedtime story to the crew of the Revenge, only to discover that Lucius has saddled him with a particularly trashy novel.

The Choiceless Hope in Grief (9.5k, T) “Curses can be broken,” Stede argues. 

Half Agony, Half Hope (34.5k, E) The first letter appeared only a few weeks after Stede left him alone on that beach. Ed burnt the first, and the second, and the third. But they kept coming.

Haul Away (18.5k, E) Stede is angry; Ed is angry; it takes work for both of them to get to where they need to be.

Like the Sea Around the Shore (50.5k, E) Pining. Personal growth. More pining. Some violence, which leads to more personal growth.

The Little Mermaid (4.6k, T) As a teenager, especially, bullied and lonely, Stede remembered he had definitely identified strongly with the little mermaid, in love with the sea.

Look What the Cat Dragged In (11.5k, T) Stede and his crew acquire a cat, whether they like it or not.

The Love of a Pet (8.8k, E) Newly divorced dog person Stede Bonnet and local business owner/hot biker and cat person Edward Teach meet in the waiting room of a vet's office.

My Beloved Has Come Home With the Rains (25.2k, E) “What if I told you the Edward you loved died on that dock?” That Blackbeard’s all that’s left, now.” - “I’d say they’re one and the same and I love them both.”

My Heart Could Break for a One-Legged Seagull (That’s Bad Luck) (10.7k, T) Frenchie was born for this kind of espionage.

My Mother Told Me To (5.5k, T) “Hi mum,” Ed said.

The Nature of My Game (2.7k, G) When Ed gets pulled from the depths of Hell by a summoning spell, he's really not expecting the kind of deal he ends up making with Stede Bonnet.

On the Shores of Darkness, There Is a Light (10.2k, T) Sometimes, love alone isn't enough. Stede comes back, and Edward has to learn to trust again.

Our Mast Stands Still in the Wake of the Storm (20.7k, M) “If” is the crux of the matter, isn’t it? He feels he’s had the word “If” written on his heart since the moment he saw Edward Teach running his rough fingers through his fine silks and linens.

Rain Cloud Reading Nook (6.2k, T) Stede reads Ed "Peter Pan".

Red Sky (10.9k, M) It takes a deadly storm to bring down his walls and bring them back together.

Ship Full of Nobodies (9k, T) “Sailors, sailors, looking for sailors.”

A Small Adventure (4k, T) “This pompous little amateur had the nerve to ask for a review on his new podcast,” Izzy spits the word like that’s not what they’re doing.

Somewhere Beyond the Sea (58.4k, M) Salvage diver Ed Teach is no stranger to the story of Blackbeard and the Queen Anne's Revenge. But then Professor Stede Bonnet waltzes through the door of his shop and requests his services in finding the wreck.

Ten Fathoms Deep on the Road to Hell (18.8k, E) The British aren’t too happy about the contract being broken on the Act of Grace and this time Stede Bonnet gets to be the one coming to the rescue.

There's no Kenning for That, but There Is a Ship (8.7k, T) Also, Lady Mac-Izzy, which was tragic. Mainly because the man didn't seem to get he was in a comedy.

Til Things Get Brighter (29k, E) Sometimes, the best way to facilitate healing is by being a sneaky little minx - luckily, Lucius is the sneakiest little minx around.

Time Does Not Bring Relief (14.4, M) A few weeks after he re-embraces Blackbeard, Edward Teach wakes up in bed with Stede Bonnet. Only problem? He can't remember how the hell he and Stede reconciled.

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27 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

Next week is going to be hard. I have two job prospects, but if they fall through, and I can't get a job until the end of February, it'll mean I have to go to social services and lose the flat (and more, obviously).

I'm terrified that will mean all the mental help I've had in the past half year is going down the drain, and I'll end up where I was. Because I can't take that anymore. Not again.

I'm tired of hoping.

28 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I've been trying to find a difference between religion and superstition, and I'm not satisfied with the results.

Religion can be simply defined as the belief and worship of a God or gods. On the other hand, a superstition can be defined as a belief in supernatural influences or a practice based on this. (x)

Since god is definitely a supernatural influence, that does not convince me. Also, religion absolutely has practices based on beliefs. Lots.

What it boils down to for me is, "It's religion because I say so," or semantics.

Thoughts?

58 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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[crysta-cub]

I'm Back

Soooo it's been a hot second since I have posted anything on Here. About 2 years or so... Soooo a little update on life seems to be needed.

I found a guy... Yep after 8 to 10 year or so of not having any relationships other than one night stands I finally encountered a guy that was interested in sharing his life with mine... We both attended a mutual friends wedding (I was a bridesmaid) and he was smitten as my friend called it... We did a little long distance relationship thing. Then he bought a house so me and my dog Eevee could move in with him... We got engaged last Christmas and we just got married on November 5th (remember remember the 5th of November).

So this guy I'm now married to. He already had a cat named Chelsea and it took a while for her to get used to Eevee. Eevee is enthusiastic about meeting cats and Chelsea was once a feral cat who enjoys not being chased. They have come to a mutual understanding. Chelsea is sweet but doesn't care for being picked up.

At first I got a job working at a distribution center loading freight trucks... At night... It was an interesting gig but not what I wanted to do with my life. The hunt for a job I desired was on... And guess what. I now work at a local SPCA. My dream has always been to work with animals and I finally get to do some rescue work.. doesn't pay much but I have been a part of many happy endings. I have fallen in love with soooo many animals here and love seeing them go to great homes.

And this has lead to new additions to our family.

I knew Eevee needed a dog friend so that she'd stop bugging Chelsea all the time and had someone she could play with. I had to wait til we were ready as well as wait for a month due to a requirement from the shelter but this last January we adopted a sweet old soul of a boy that we named Harvey. I like to joke that he retired at the age of two and has country music as his background music. He's not as energetic as Eevee but he is all love and a soft whoo boi. (I love his howls)

Then my parents sold their place and moved in with us until they found their new home. It was nice having them over and not having to cook and clean for a bit. They're retired and my mom still likes to keep busy. At my work someone abandoned a box of 3 week old kittens and I jumped on the opportunity to foster them. Well my mom ended up doing most of the work so I could sleep but we raised them up to happy healthy kittens but only one was a special CH (aka wobble) kitten. We named her Freya and Freya stole our hearts and was the only kitten to decide that Eevee was her dog mother and would go out of their room to seek out Eevee specifically. Eevee wanted to mother all the kittens and Chelsea wanted nothing to do with them. Harvey just looked at us for help if they got close. Freya is growing like a weed and is all mischief and chaos (and we can pick her up and hold her whenever we want)

My parents have moved out and I'm back to doing the adulting but my stories are still running through my head and the itch to write and create is returning. I'm working on one short story I've been wanting to put out for the longest of time. Should be finishing that up soon (maybe today, we'll see)

Enjoy my little menagerie of fur babies

[tazismad]

World Menopause Day - where the GP won’t admit you have it

In the last 2-3 years, I have been all over the place. Lots of people will say “Well Taz, we have been through a pandemic, and you did lose your parents within two years of each other, it’s probably just depression causing all of these symptoms”. 

Well, I have been in therapy for my grief and I know I have not fully dealt with the overall trauma of it, but it does not explain all the other symptoms so closely linked to Perimenopause. 

The day before World Menopause Day, I went to see the GP. For context, I also went in January of this year. Where one minute I was told I was not menopausal, and when I raised a complaint about this, was told that I was. If only my GP Surgery could actually do their job in the first place, I probably would not be in the state I currently find myself in. But, I am like a dog with that proverbial bone - I would not give up. So, in order to push my mental health really down the swanny, I decided to go and see them for a second chance... BAD DECISION. 

I went in and advised about my complaint and that things were not getting any better. Instead of being empathetic and understanding, the first thing they did was test my blood pressure. It was high, twice. Maybe because I have anxiety through the roof, maybe because I do not know what is going on with my body and I am worried. 

Note: I am a big petite girl. i.e. I am fat. I could do with losing weight. I eat fairly ok, I walk every day and I have reduced my caffeine intake dramatically. I don’;t drink, because I am muslim. 

I happened to mention about my ablutions. So what was her response? “I think we need to run some blood tests... test for cholesterol... I can’t give you HRT as you have high blood pressure... It’s all about your gut, if you fix that, you will feel so much better... I do pilates and feel great” 

There was no space for my symptoms to be discussed. There was no empathy provided. She was a middle class old woman, who clearly had no time for me. She could be doing other things than seeing me. I asked her if the HBP could be because of hormones. I was told it was very unlikely (I have researched on perimenopause and HBP is a factor so very ignored by GP’s to the point in the article that it is often misdiagnosed and there are cases that suggest HRT helps with this). 

I went home. I ugly cried that ugly cry you can’t breathe. I kicked the chair. I felt so desperate and alone. And this was just yesterday. I spent the rest of the day with palpitations. And felt incredibly low. This woman (and not the first female GP) made me feel like utter shit. 

Today I watched Cherry Healy on BBC Breakfast for World Menopause Day make me feel validated, that there was help out there, that I should continue to push on. All my hopes of the NHS GP’s supporting me in the journey have gone. And what is really sad about this, is that there will be other women like me suffering, continuing to be ignored, because a blood test does not definitively tell them whether or not they are menopausal or not. 

To all the GP’s supporting menopausal and perimenopausal women, I salute you for your hard work and believing in your patients symptoms, and not writing them off because they are fat, overweight or depressed. Or shoving them anti-depressants as a first port of call. 

To note: My symptoms include the following (not or sometimes all at the same time): irregular periods (sometimes incredibly painful), dry skin, mood swings, depression, bloating, joint pain, hot flushes, Brain fog where you cannot remember the word pen pot, poor sleep or even insomnia at points, tiredness, uncontrollable rage and irritability, a whole plethora of digestive issues, no sex drive whatsoever, incredibly high anxiety (the worst I have ever experienced), depression, headaches. breast tenderness, weight gain, thinning hair so much so you can see the new hair growth vs old hair very distinctly (and my hairdresser has also noticed this), teeth and gum issues that come and then go, cannot concentrate for long periods to an ADHD level, itchy skin (inv. hives and urticaria), brittle nails or ridging, heart palpitations and muscle issues in my back and legs. 

Women know when something is wrong with themselves. As Cherry so poignantly said, we put up with so much we know when something is out of kilter. We are lead by medicine still primarily designed to meet the needs of a man. If this was happening to a man, there would be much more research and support than after the 100′s of years we have known about this. Women are still fighting to be heard, and other women it seems do not want to support us in that journey. Why else does it take years to get answers and then solutions to those for so many women I have read about or spoken to. I know I am not alone, but I am still the statistic that keeps on fighting. 

Please keep fighting, read the books, the internet - go to your GP with this info and fight for what you know. I talk about Menopause, but women’s health overall seems to be a neglected field that is only just getting the coverage it needs to affect change for those suffering. And just remember you are not alone; speak out and talk to others. You will be very surprised about how your suffering is echoed across your friendship groups and the wider community. Finally, if it helps at all, I believe you. 

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Lover (Roy Kent X Reader)

WC: 5338

Warnings: Swearing, more Taylor Swift lyrics, the most tooth-rotting sweetness I have ever written

Summary: Y/N and Roy’s relationship, set to Taylor Swift’s ‘Lover’

A/N: Jesus this is a Doozy. There’s something about Taylor Swift songfics that make me go absolutely feral. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because I’m quite proud of my little magnum opus.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. And this is our place, we make the rules 

December 29th, 2020

“Hey babe, I thought you said we were taking down the lights today?” Roy said, looking at Y/N who was most certainly not in clothes that were suitable for climbing the house and taking down Christmas lights.

“Can’t be arsed. It’s freezing cold out there and I think the house looks way prettier with them up.” Y/N said defiantly, looking up at Roy from her mug of hot chocolate. Roy laughed, shaking his head as he put down the ladder he had pulled out of the cupboard for the job.

“You do raise some fucking excellent points, babe. It’s cold as fuck out there.” Roy said, reaching over the couch to press a kiss to the top of Y/N’s head.  She smiled, content with her little victory as Roy took off his shoes, making his way to the spot next to her on the couch.

“Why thank you, love. You know what?” Y/N said, taking a sip from her mug as Roy raised his eyebrows in suspense.

“I think we should leave the lights up ‘til January.” Y/N said firmly, putting her mug down on the coffee table next to her before turning to face Roy, anxious to hear his response.

“You want to keep our house covered in these bloody lights for longer than it’s socially acceptable to?” Roy said, his eyebrows still raised but in disbelief this time.

“Fuck yeah I do. Come on, babe, just think about it. This is our house, right? So, we can make our own rules about what’s socially acceptable. The Kent-Y/L/N treatise, if you will.” Y/N said, her sheer excitement and passion causing Roy’s stern face to melt into a smile.

“You’re really fucking serious about this whole thing, aren’t you?” He said, unsurprised by the eager nod he received from her. He sighed, leaning forward to capture her lips in a brief but loving kiss.

“Go get the good stationery, I think we need to draft up some laws.” Roy said, causing an excited laugh to come from Y/N.

“Rules, not laws, but I like the way you’re thinking. Give me a second, I’ll be right back.” Y/N kissed Roy once more before heading towards their study, a skip in her step Roy only rarely saw.

“Start brainstorming some rules, Kent!” Y/N shouted from the study, and Roy shook his head, laughing as he sunk back into the couch. He realised then that he’d never loved anyone more than Y/N, the velvet box sitting in his jacket pocket a physical reminder of that.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? 

15th April 2019

“Keeley for the love of God, where are you dragging me to tonight?” Y/N said, staring her friend down in the hopes that would dissuade her from whatever scheme she had planned.

“Jamie and the team are going out tonight and I want you to meet them! You’ve been my best friend for eternity and I think it’s time you met the Richmond boys.” Keeley said, turning on her puppy dog eyes as she looked at Y/N.

There was a pause before Y/N let out a reluctant sigh. “Where are we going?” Y/N said, cringing slightly at the squeal Keeley let out.

“Some club in the city, I don’t know exactly where but Jamie said he’s gonna send me the name. You’re gonna have such a good time tonight, I promise. Is that what you’re wearing?” Keeley said, taking a step back to look at Y/N’s outfit.

Y/N nodded, and Keeley tilted her head to the side, squinting at Y/N before abruptly moving to her wardrobe, flicking through the clothes she had on her hangers. “Try this. It should fit, and it will make you the fittest bitch there, I promise you.” Keeley said, shooing Y/N into her bathroom to change into the dress she’d chosen.

It was a slinky gold number that Keeley hadn’t worn in a long time, and as soon as Y/N emerged wearing it, Keeley’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“Holy fucking shit, you look incredible! If I wasn’t with Jamie, I’d run away with you in a heartbeat, babes.” Keeley said, her excessive flattery causing Y/N’s face to flush.

Y/N went to reply, but the sound of Keeley’s phone buzzing cut her off. “Jamie’s just sent me the name, did you wanna call a cab now?” Keeley said and Y/N nodded, taking a glance at herself in the mirror. She did look fucking fit, Keeley wasn’t wrong there.

After having another drink and fixing up her makeup, Y/N was being ushered into a cab as Keeley gave the driver the address. The drive went by very quickly, one of the perks of Keeley’s close proximity to the city.

By the time they were in line to get into the club, Y/N could feel the pre-drinks beginning to hit her, and she was feeling pleasantly tipsy. The best state of being in her opinion. Tipsy beat drunk, sober and hungover any day of the week.

“Oi Keeley, there you are!” Y/N turned around at the sound of a man’s voice, and she realised it was Jamie. She’d never formally met Jamie, except that one time she caught him almost naked in Keeley’s kitchen. She tried to forget that ever happened.

“Hey babe!” Keeley said, kissing Jamie passionately, leaving Y/N feeling a little uncomfortable as she tried to look anywhere but at them.

“Who’s this?” Jamie asked bluntly, causing Keeley to whack his chest.

“Don’t be rude, Jamie. This is my friend, Y/N. Best friend, actually.” Keeley said, winking at Y/N as Jamie nodded.

“Hey.” Y/N said, waving slightly at Jamie, who returned the wave. He gave her a once over, his eyebrows furrowing suddenly.

“Is that Keeley’s dress?” He asked, and Y/N laughed softly, nodding her head. Jamie nodded curtly, turning his attention back to Keeley.

“Where’s the rest of the team?” Keeley asked, looking up at Jamie as he snaked an arm around her waist. Before Jamie could respond, there was a car that pulled up and out of it spilled a very large, very loud group of men that Y/N guessed was the rest of the Richmond team.

“Speak of the devils.” Jamie said, letting go of Keeley to go and great his teammates. Keeley smiled, turning to face Y/N with an eager look on her face.

“Well? What do you think?” Keeley asked, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest.

“He seems nice enough. Are the rest of them like him?” Y/N asked, and Keeley chuckled, pulling Y/N in for a quick side hug as the men approached them.

“Oi lads, this is Keeley’s mate Y/N. Please be nice.” Jamie yelled, Y/N giving them all a shy wave as she felt all their eyes on her.

Suddenly she was shaking hands with a bunch of footballers, trying desperately to remember their names and match them to the correct faces. By the time the last one came up to her she was nearly exhausted from all the introductions.

She looked up from the ground and suddenly she felt like all the air had been knocked from her lungs. The man standing in front of her was nothing like the other guys she’d introduced herself to this evening. He was your traditional tall, dark, and handsome, but he had an air of mystery that Y/N couldn’t get past.

“I’m Roy.” He said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. Y/N froze briefly before taking his hand in her own, inhaling at the feeling of it. 

She looked up at him, noticing how his pupils were blown ever so slightly. “I’m Y/N, it’s really good to meet you.” She said, her words speeding up slightly due to nerves. Roy’s lips quirked up slightly in the beginning of a smile, gently squeezing her hand before dropping it.

“Likewise.” He said, looking her up and down before moving over to stand with the group of footballers in the line. Y/N stood there dazed, not realising Keeley had crept up to her until she felt an arm around her shoulders.

“You ok there, babes? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Keeley said, making Y/N jump slightly.

“Tell me about Roy.” Y/N said, her comment earning a cheeky grin from Keeley, who squeezed her close excitedly.

“I knew you’d hit it off with someone tonight! Am I surprised it was Roy? A little, but I’m ecstatic nonetheless. Let’s get you laid, bitch.” Keeley said, and as much as Y/N loved her friend to death, all she could think about was Roy.

She glanced off towards him, briefly making eye contact with him. She knew she should’ve looked away, but the glint in his eye when she looked at him kept her entranced. She could barely believe she’d just met him, but some people just make a hell of an impact.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? 

May 22nd, 2020

“Is there anything else we need to discuss before we get on the bus? Oh my god, did y’all catch that incredible rhyme there? I promise it wasn’t on purpose.” Ted said, his own comments cracking him up as he looked out at the team, Beard and Nate at his side.

Roy cleared his throat, drawing all the team’s attention to him. “Y/N is coming with us to Liverpool.” He said, and the chaos this comment caused was unparalleled. 

“Settle down now! As exciting as the prospect of getting to spend some time with the one and only Y/N Y/L/N is, we are grown men.” Ted exclaimed, calming the crowd down slightly. He nodded, glancing over at Beard once they’d settled down.

Suddenly, the sound of a car door opening drew their attention, and the sound of a woman calling Roy’s name caused a few whistles from the team.

“Over here, babe.” Roy called out, scowling at his teammates that gave him childish looks.

Y/N made her way over, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as she walked up to Roy. “Hey guys!” Y/N said, waving at the team before tipping an invisible hat towards the trio of coaches standing near her.

“Mr Lasso, a pleasure as always.” Y/N said, Ted returning her hat tip before breaking out into a smile, pulling her into a brief hug.

“Miss Y/L/N, glad to hear you’re joining us in Liverpool.” Ted said, Y/N smiling at him once they broke apart.

“It’s about time I came away with you guys. The house is always far too quiet when Roy’s away, so I figured I’d switch things up a bit. Besides, I’d go anywhere with that grump of mine.” Y/N said, staring wistfully at Roy who was shoving Isaac gently, rolling his eyes at his teammate’s childish behaviour.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you two as a couple? I really mean it. You guys just work so well together, it’s crazy. I would definitely watch a rom-com about you two.” Ted said, his enthusiasm never failing to amuse Y/N.

“That’s high praise from the king of rom-communism. Thanks, Ted.” Y/N said, and the American simply nodded, a smile wide on his face.

“It’s my pleasure. Now, go get your man. I think he’s going mad dealing with the guys.” Ted said, shooing her away towards Roy. She shook her head as she walked away, saying a few hellos to some of the guys on her way to Roy.

“Hey babe.” Y/N said, waving at Roy as she walked up to him. He gave her a small smile, causing some shock from his teammates, before pulling her close to him and kissing her deeply.

The team roared and cheered, with some wolf whistling at the display, but all Y/N cared about was the feeling of Roy. His lips, his body, the feeling of his training jersey under her fingers. 

They broke apart, and Y/N buried her head in the crook of Roy’s neck as the sounds of the team’s cheers grew louder. “Everyone get on the fucking bus.” Roy yelled, wrapping an arm around Y/N and holding her tightly as the team slowly trailed on to the bus. 

Y/N laughed at Roy’s outburst, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before moving away from him to get her bags. When Y/N was out of earshot, Ted turned around to face Roy. 

“Not to give my two cents on an issue that has nothing to do with me, but you’ve landed one hell of a girl, Roy. Don’t let her get away, ok?” Ted said, surprised to see an expression other than anger on the captain’s face.

“You’re fucking right. I want her around forever, because I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without her.” Roy said, his vulnerability taking Ted by surprise.

“Well alright, glad we had this talk. I’ll see you on the bus.” Ted said, nodding at Roy before moving over to board the bus. Ted passed Y/N on his way over, smiling at her as she walked by him.

“You ready to go, babe?” Y/N said, gesturing towards the bus with her head. Roy nodded, slipping his hand into Y/N’s free one.

“Let’s go kick some Liverpool ass.”

And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my, lover. 

July 28th, 2019

Roy liked his sleep. He treasured being able to sleep uninterrupted, and he assumed tonight would give him the deep sleep he loved so much. Unfortunately, his girlfriend had other ideas.

It was about one in the morning when Roy heard his phone start buzzing, the sound of his ringtone causing him to slowly wake up. He cursed under his breath as he picked up his phone, furrowing his brows when he saw Y/N’s name on the screen.

He picked up the call, taken aback by the loud noise coming from her end of the phone. “Babe? You alright?” Roy asked, his voice gravelly from sleep. He heard laughter from her end, recognising her laugh almost instantly.

“I’m great! Keeley and I went out, and we’re having so much fun!” Y/N said, Roy wincing slightly at the volume of her voice.

“That’s good. Not that I don’t enjoy talking to you, but why are you calling me? It’s one in the morning.” Roy said, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He could hear whispering, unsure if it was Y/N or Keeley.

“I may need you to come get me. Keeley needs to leave, and she lives so far away.” Y/N said, whining slightly towards the end of her sentence. Roy groaned, putting his phone on his nightstand, and turning it on speaker so he could get out of his pyjamas.

“Fine. Where are you?” He said, and Y/N cheered loudly. As much as he disliked the thought of driving into the city centre at one in the morning, hearing Y/N so happy almost made it worthwhile.

“Gay. We’re at Gay.” Y/N said, her directness causing Roy to laugh as he slipped on a shirt.

“I’ll see you soon, babe. Please stay safe.” He said, picking the phone up once he was fully dressed.

“I will. Thank you.” Y/N said, surprisingly genuine for a drunk person. Roy smiled to himself, hanging up the call. He grabbed his keys and made his way to the car. The drive was surprisingly quick due to the lack of general traffic, and when he pulled up at the front of G-A-Y he could see Y/N instantly.

She was wearing the same gold dress of Keeley’s she had on the night they first met, and he swore his heart sped up just looking at her. He rolled down the window, honking the horn to get her attention.

“Roy! Keeley, Roy’s here!” Y/N shouted, her whole face lighting up when she saw his car. He could see Keeley holding her up as they walked over to the car, Y/N holding her shoes in her hands.

“Thanks for coming, Roy. I didn’t want her cabbing it home alone.” Keeley said, clearly more sober than Y/N. Roy nodded, unlocking the doors so Y/N could get in the car.

“It’s not a problem. Thanks for keeping her safe, it means a lot.” Roy said, looking over at Y/N as she fumbled with her seatbelt, cursing under her breath when it didn’t click into place.

“Have a nice night, ok?” Keeley said, closing the passenger-side door once Y/N had her seatbelt on.

“Bye Keeley!” Y/N said, sounding almost like a toddler due to her drunkenness. Keeley chuckled, waving as Roy rolled up the window.

He drove away, sneaking glances over at Y/N as he drove. Although they hadn’t been together for very long, there was something in Roy telling him that she was the one for him.

“You’re so pretty.” Y/N mumbled, her frankness making Roy pause for a second. He’d never felt himself flush so quickly at such an innocent statement before, but Y/N had always been special.

“Thank you.” Roy said, trying very hard to keep his eyes on the road. Y/N hummed, nodding her head.

“You’re welcome. I really like reminding you how much I love you, you know?” Y/N said, and Roy froze. She loved him. Neither one of them had said they loved each other yet, and although this isn’t how he’d pictured it happening, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You love me?” Roy said, his voice soft as he gripped the wheel tightly. Y/N nodded, a giggle passing her lips.

“Yeah, of course I do. You’re my guy, my man, my lover if you will.” Y/N said, gesturing wildly as she spoke. As they pulled up into their driveway, Roy felt his heart warm at her words.

“I love you too, you muppet. Now, let’s get you to bed.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room. This is our place, we make the call. 

December 23rd, 2021

“Merry Christmas, please come in!” Y/N said, welcoming Sam and Dani into the living room.

“Thank you so much for having us, you have a beautiful home.” Sam said, smiling brightly at Y/N. Y/N waved it off, a smile of her own on her face.

“That’s very lovely of you, Sam. Thank you.” She said, before bringing both men into quick hugs. She chatted briefly with Dani, her limited knowledge of Spanish coming out, much to Dani’s joy.

“Where’s Roy?” Dani asked, Sam nodding in agreement. Y/N sighed, a small smile on her face.

“He was worried we didn’t have enough alcohol, so he ducked out to pick up some more drinks. He should be home soon. Make yourselves comfortable, please.” Y/N said, gesturing to the table as the men took a seat.

Slowly but surely the rest of the team showed up, some of their entrances more memorable than others.

“Hey Mrs Kent!” Keeley yelled, pulling Y/N into a tight hug on her arrival. Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing at her friend’s enthusiasm.

“We’ve been married for about six months now, why do you keep calling me that?” Y/N asked, breaking away from Keeley’s hug.

“It’s just got such a ring to it, I can’t help it. Sorry babes.” Keeley said, earning a laugh from Y/N.

“It’s all good Keels, don’t worry. You want a drink?” Y/N asked, smiling at the eager nod she got from her friend.

“Where’s Roy? You can’t have Christmas at the Kent’s without one of the Kent’s in question.” Keeley asked, taking a seat at the table next to Rebecca, who she greeted with a dramatic hug as always.

Y/N went to respond, but she suddenly heard the sound of Roy’s voice coming from the doorway. “Speak of the devil. I’ll be back in a sec.” Y/N said, quickly making her way to the front door.

“There she is. God, you look fucking stunning babe.” Roy said, dropping the bags he held so he could pull Y/N in for a passionate kiss.

She cupped her hands around Roy’s face, her heart skipping a beat when he dipped her. 

“You ready for one hell of a Christmas party, Mr Kent?” Y/N said once they’d pulled apart, her arm snaking around his waist.

“You fucking bet I am, Mrs Kent.” Roy said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. 

As expected, the party was a great success, and the amount of football players passed out in their living room was a testament to that. Y/N and Roy were in the kitchen, both of them holding a mug of tea.

“Well, I’d say our first Christmas party as a married couple was rather successful, don’t you say?” Y/N said, looking up at Roy, who nodded in agreement.

“They’re gonna be fucked tomorrow morning. I told you we needed more drinks, they went through it all so quickly.” Roy said, earning a laugh from Y/N.

“Speaking of drinks, do you reckon anyone noticed I wasn’t drinking tonight?” Y/N said, sipping from her tea as Roy came up beside her.

“I think everyone was far too fucked to notice. When are we planning on telling them, because keeping this secret is killing me.” Roy said, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his hands on her stomach.

“Soon, I promise. For now, let’s just deal with telling my family before we worry about the team, ok?” Y/N said, leaning into Roy’s embrace.

“Sounds good, babe. Merry Christmas, by the way.” Roy said, kissing the top of her head, his lips lingering longer than usual.

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.

June 9th, 2021

“You ready Phoebe?” Roy asked, looking down at his niece. As per usual, Phoebe’s mum was working, so Roy and Y/N had to take Phoebe to her school play. Y/N loved Phoebe so much, and the feeling was mutual. Sometimes Roy wondered if Phoebe loved Y/N more than him.

Phoebe nodded, looking up at Roy before glancing over at Y/N. “Is it bad that I’m feeling nervous?” Phoebe said, fiddling with the skirt of her costume.

Y/N looked over at Roy before crouching down so she was eye-level with Phoebe. “It’s not bad at all, Pheebs. If anything, the fact that you’re nervous shows that you care about your play, and that you want to do well. Uncle Roy used to get nervous all the time before games, so there’s nothing to feel bad about, ok?” Y/N said, looking at Phoebe with a loving glance. Phoebe nodded, rushing up to Y/N and hugging her tightly.

Y/N chuckled, returning the hug with as much intensity as Phoebe did. Roy would never tell anyone, but he nearly broke down crying watching them. His two favourite girls getting along never failed to move him. He couldn’t help but think about what an amazing mother Y/N would make some day.

“Ah, there you are Phoebe. Are you ready for the play?” Ms Bowen’s voice pulled Phoebe’s attention away from Y/N as she nodded.

“Excellent. I think it’s time to head backstage, ok?” Ms Bowen said, watching as Phoebe said her goodbyes and walked into the backstage area.

“How’s she been doing in rehearsals?” Roy asked, slipping his hand into Y/N’s.

“Fantastic as always. She’s a real stand-out.” Ms Bowen said, directing her attention solely to Roy. Y/N knew it was just because he asked the question, but she felt her stomach start to churn at the way Ms Bowen was looking at Roy.

“Course she fucking is.” Roy said proudly, getting a laugh out of Phoebe’s teacher. Y/N swallowed heavily, trying to be logical and not act like a crazy jealous person for no reason.

“Do you have any plans for after the play?” Ms Bowen asked, and before Roy could say anything Y/N butted in.

“We’re taking Phoebe out to a little celebration dinner, figured we’d treat her to something special.” Y/N said, Roy’s brow furrowing slightly at her bluntness.

“Right, well I hope you enjoy that.” Ms Bowen said, looking between Roy and Y/N before slowly moving away.

Y/N huffed, causing Roy to drop her hand and cross his hands over his chest. “What the fuck was that?” He asked, and Y/N looked up at him innocently.

“What was what?” She said, Roy staring at her with a look that made very clear he did not buy what she was attempting to sell.

“I mean, what was with the way you spoke to Phoebe’s teacher? It was a bit out of character for you, babe.” He said, and Y/N sighed, lowering her head in shame.

“I may have been a little jealous.” Y/N said, and Roy couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Y/N was never a jealous person. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single time in the two years they’d been together that Y/N had ever been jealous.

“I’m sorry, did you just say you were jealous?” Roy said, his voice taking on a slight teasing tone. Y/N groaned, quickly becoming embarrassed.

“Yes, ok? I was fucking jealous of Phoebe’s teacher, but she was looking at you like I look at you after you come home from a game, and I just got possessive. I’m sorry.” Y/N said, crossing her arms over her chest like an upset child. Roy sighed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around Y/N.

“I love you so fucking much, babe. You don’t ever have to be jealous of anyone, ok? I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, Y/L/N.” Roy said, rubbing Y/N’s back gently to try and calm her down.

“You’re the best Roy. I really lucked out with you, huh?”

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. All's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

June 30th, 2021

Y/N still couldn’t quite believe that she was getting married today. Even while she was getting her hair and makeup done, her bridesmaids hyping her up, it all seemed unreal to her.

“Is this really happening?” She asked, mostly wondering to herself but also hoping one of the other people in the room heard her.

Rebecca chuckled, sitting down in the empty chair next to Y/N’s. “I remember when I was sitting where you are. I couldn’t believe I was getting married either. I mean after all the planning and tastings and arguing with vendors over the phone it felt weird for the day to finally come. But you have one thing that I didn’t have.” Rebecca said, reaching out to grab Y/N’s hand.

“What’s that?” Y/N asked, though she was fairly certain she knew what the answer would be.

“Someone waiting at the other end of that aisle that absolutely fucking adores you. Roy looks at you like you hung the stars, Y/N. He’d do anything for you and the fact that I know you love him like that too means you have nothing to be worried about. So chin up, and remember that you’re going to look so good you’ll make a grown man cry.” Rebecca said, squeezing Y/N’s hand gently. Y/N took in a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill after Rebecca’s kind words.

The rest of the getting ready process flew by, and before Y/N knew it she was standing outside the doors of the church arm in arm with Ted. Her father had passed before she met Roy and seeing as Ted was the world’s greatest father figure, she knew he was the one to walk her down the aisle. Ted cried when she asked him, and he was fighting back tears now.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N.” Ted said when he saw her, holding out his arm for her to take. She took it, smiling at Ted as they waited for their cue to enter. Y/N took in a deep breath as the doors swung open, watching as everyone stood up when she took her first steps into the hall.

Y/N smiled at all her friends and family before turning her gaze to Roy, and the tears she’d been holding back all day finally started to spill. There he was, looking absolutely incredible in his black suit, and as they locked eyes his jaw dropped. His hands flew to cover his mouth, and Y/N could see the tears come down his cheeks.

She laughed softly, smiling as wide as she could at her fiancé. Ted was openly crying watching the interaction, and as he locked eyes with Beard, he could see the tears welling in his eyes as well.

Just before they reached the end of the aisle, Ted pulled Y/N into a crushing hug, trying not to ruin her hair or makeup. “I’m so proud of you both.” He muttered, giving Y/N a gentle squeeze before pulling away. He paused, before moving to give Roy an equally crushing hug.

This made everyone erupt with laughter, but they quickly settled down once the priest started talking. “You look so beautiful.” Roy whispered, his voice wavering a little. Y/N smiled brightly, wiping away a tear.

“Now, I believe you’ve written your own vows?” The priest said, and they both nodded. Roy reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper, while Y/N reached into her bra and pulled out a set of palm cards.

“Guess I’ll go first then. Roy, when I first met you, I was nervous and scared and I’m gonna be honest, a bit tipsy, but as soon as I saw you, I knew I was a goner. I’ve been through some awful relationships, and I felt like I was never going to get that fairy-tale romance everyone harps on about, but then you came along. You’ve seen me at my best, my worst, my over-dramatic, and everything in between, and yet you continue to love me despite all that. You’re the love of my life, Roy Kent, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life growing old and grumpy with you.” Y/N said, looking at Roy who was beaming at her, nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“Right. I’ve never been a man of many words, but you mean so fucking much to me that I wrote out a script and everything. I love you, Y/N, and although neither of us are perfect, I know that we make each other better. You’re the person I trust most, and I can’t wait to be able to call you my wife. My life has been a bit rough, but ending up with you has been the greatest gift I’ve ever received.” Roy said, not looking at his script once. Y/N’s face held nothing but joy, and they were barely listening when the priest got them to say their ‘I do’s.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest said, and the couple smiled brightly at each other.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Roy said, smirking at Y/N before pulling her into what was arguably the best kiss of their lives. The crowd erupted into cheers, the entire Richmond team standing up and yelling as loud as they could.

As the newlywed couple walked back down the aisle, the team burst out into a chant that made everyone speechless. “They’re here, they’re there, they’re every-fucking-where, the Kents, the Kents!”

Y/N and Roy burst out into laughter, having to stop in the middle of the aisle to recover.  Wiping tears of laughter away, they left the church, more than eager to start their new life together.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

melting point

a part two to snowfall

Werewolf! Bakugou x Deaf!Reader

warnings: none? some suspenseful stuff that's about it

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: what a sweet little thing you are, perfect for some big bad wolf to come to snatch you up, luckily Bakugou is there to protect you. 

As the snow settled, and the trade fair came to an end several things changed about your little town, where change so rarely occurred. The first was a foreseeable change, your family came into a bit of money after selling you wears, assuring your family would have a comfortable winter and spring. The second was that the blonde man you’d happened to run into decided to settle on a plot of land previously unoccupied. The last change was the wolf attacks. 

As far as you knew there was never a problem with wolves before, but now chickens and even cattle were being found half-eaten. It was horrible really, the thought alone of some bloodthirsty dog stalking somewhere nearby. 

Even with how scared you were, at least you kept your head about yourself. Some other townsfolk went as far as to say that it wasn’t a wolf, but a monster. You burst out laughing when you first heard that. Monsters were things for kids, tall tails that served as a warning to stay out of the woods at night. You were surprised at how seriously some people were taking that idea. 

You watched as two old women talked, catching bits of their conversation as they turned to you. 

“- I tell my kids to stay in at night- once the sun sets they have to be home,” 

“-with that beast out there- Carlson lost two sheep last week,” 

You shook your head and continued on your way. There were plenty of hunters in town, you felt safe knowing one of them would catch the animal responsible. 

You turned your head up to the glacious sky. It was the cold bitter part of winter, no snow or cheer, just waiting for spring to come. 

Luckily for you, you looked down at where you were going before you started walking again. Bakugou Katsuki was standing right in front of you. You gasped and stumbled back almost falling, luckily he wrapped an arm around your waist catching you. His smirk seemed to say  “we really should stop meeting like this,”

You squirmed and he released you “watch where you’re going,” he signed you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. 

“I could tell you the same,” you shot back, He just smiled at you and brushed past you. You glowered at him as he passed until you realized that he was carrying a stack of logs over one of his shoulders, then your face soffened. Just how strong was he? 

You couldn’t seem Bakugou, you supposed that it had been so long since anyone had moved into town that any new fae stood out, but it seemed like he was everywhere. He seemed to frequent the butchers at the same time you did, you found him buying thick woolen sheets from your mother one day then had to buy firewood from him the next, and of course, he was always there to catch you when you tripped. 

And even though he was cocky, arrogant, and angry, you found yourself falling for him. There was just something that drew you to him and you found you didn’t mind seeing him so often. 

“A defenseless girl like you shouldn’t be in the woods this late,” bakugou signed to you, appearing out of nowhere as he so often did. You straightened quickly and crossed your arms. The worst part is you knew he was right. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew that you were lost in the trees this close to sunset.

The truth was your father had asked you to set some simple snare traps in hopes of catching a rabbit or two as a test of your independence and well, you’d gotten a little turned around. A completely understandable mistake. 

The harsh January wind whirled around you, biting at your face and piercing your clothes like knives. “Don’t you know there’s a monster in these woods? What if he caught you and gobbled you up?”  he was teasing you. And you didn’t much appreciate it, but still, he probably knew the way back to town. 

“But you’re here to protect me aren’t you?” you signed taking a step closer and putting your hand on his broad chest. For a moment he just stood there in awe, you had to admit it was pleasant seeing him so caught off guard. 

He mouthed something that looked like “that’s right” and took your hand leading you out of the darkening woods. He even stayed back so you could show up at home unoccupied sparing you your pride. You thought, not for the first time, that Bakugou Katsuki would make an excellent husband. 

It was a bitterly cold night when you saw the beast. A storm of hail and sleet beat down on your roof as wind raced around you causing the very boards of your house to shift. You were held up in the barn laying on a soft bed of hay wrapping your two goats in blankets and tucking their ears into woolen hats so their ears wouldn’t freeze. Your mother swore they would be fine, they were tough old things after all. But you had grown up with these goats, and it broke your heart to think of them succumbing to frostbite. 

When you came into the barn they had been shivering and huddled in a pile of hay, reaffirming your decision to come here in the first place. You rested with them for a moment, building up the courage to brave the elements again. 

The barn door shuddered as the rain beat down on it before it burst open. You jolted, falling backward into a pile of straw. Your sweet goats cowering behind you. And as the hail pelted your face, you saw it in the dark of the night. A set of glowing eyes and a hulking massive body creeping towards you. 

You’d never seen a wolf, but surely this was too big to be a wolf, four times the size of a normal dog. The creature bore his teeth in a horrid snarl coming to the entry of the barn filling the doorway. You trembled and prayed that someone would come to save you. There was no way you could escape. 

But suddenly the wolf shifted, tilting its head to the side and dropping the intimidating sneer. His approach seemed much less intimidating, but that didn’t stop you from crying as he came face to face with you. His hot breath beating on your face. He snorted and turned leaving the barn. You stood on shaky legs and ran as fast as you could back to the house, shaking your father awake to messily sign to him what had happened.

 It only took a day for the news of another attack to spread through the town like wildfire, and this time you didn’t feel like correcting anyone when they called it a monster. 

“I heard you fought the beast,” Bakugou teased, you had heard that too, the story had been tweaked along the way that you had bravely managed to escape instead of the monster simply leaving you alone. 

“You really are a handful, always getting yourself into trouble aren’t you?” he teased. You were used to his teasing by now but it still made you heat up with embarrassment

“And I suppose you could do any better?” you signed angrily

“I could,” he stated matter of factly. You deflated a little, of course, he was right. He was so strong and self-confident you knew he could have done much better in your shoes. 

“And if you married me, I could protect you too,” he signed leaving you stunned, had he really just proposed to you in the middle of teasing you for being a weakling?

Bakugou smiled to himself as you gingerly walked into his embrace, placidly accepting his marriage proposal. You were such a scared little rabbit, he almost felt bad. Of course, he would never hurt you or scare you like that again, you were his mate after all. He wouldn’t have even come to your barn if the rain hadn’t been obscuring your delicious smell. 

Now that he had your heart all he had to do was win over your father, and with how well he’d ingratiated himself to your family that shouldn’t be hard at all. What a sweet little rabbit you were, trapped in the arms of a wolf.

[awheckery]

so. uh.

cut for frank discussion of chronic illness and the serious failures of the american healthcare system. tw for fatphobia and gaslighting.

Last July, I got sick. It wasn’t too bad at first: some fatigue, body aches and a slightly elevated temp, until suddenly it was bad and I wound up in the ER. It took three rounds of steroids, a round of antibiotics and a more powerful inhaler to get my feet back under me, but I never fully recovered.

I didn’t talk about it here, except for answering an ask in October and blaming my lack of creative output on depression. It really, really wasn’t depression; it was my health progressively collapsing, one system after another until the avalanche of symptoms that flattened me just after New Year’s.

For the last four months, I’ve spiked a fever over 100°F nearly every single day. My joints hurt. My knuckles are knobbly and swollen, and occasionally my fingers are so painful and weak I’ve had to literally tape my pen to my hand at work. I get rashes at random that itch so badly I claw myself bloody. I overheat and have hot flashes in temperate rooms. The skin on my face and neck and shoulders turns red and hot to the touch, like I’m burning for hours with no immediately discernible provocation.

Some days, I wake up and I don’t have the strength to get out of bed. Some days I can’t wake up at all. I’ve slept through deafening alarms for hours, long enough for my phone battery to run out and die. I can only stand up for ten minutes a day without being hobbled by the effort, and every extra minute beyond that I pay for in hours spent bedbound by exhaustion and pain.

I keep losing words. I’ll arrive at the middle of a sentence and stumble to a halt, because the word I need isn’t there. It’s not true aphasia, and it’s not all the time. I comprehend written and verbal communication perfectly well, but I can’t get my own thoughts out without tripping over them.

I am, to quote a friend attending school to be a nurse practitioner, “a textbook case for SLE,” and I agree, but somehow I can’t pay a doctor to treat me seriously.

In January, I was referred to a rheumatologist after the bloodwork my PCP ordered indicated I had autoimmune activity of some kind.

To date, that’s my only test for anything that’s come out definitively positive for any kind of disease state at all. Ever. I tested negative for celiac disease on a technicality nine years ago, despite how specifically and intensely sick gluten makes me, so I was dismayed but not too surprised when follow-up bloodwork for lupus came back just barely inside the range of “normal.” Despite that, I wasn’t prepared to be jerked around as much as I have been.

The first rheumatologist I saw, back at the end of January, had barely been in the exam room for thirty seconds when I could see he’d already made up his mind about me. He was dismissive and perfunctory and condescending when he told me that “plenty of perfectly healthy people have positive ANA results,” and he referred me back to my PCP for an exercise program and antidepressants to treat my “fibromyalgia.”

Putting aside that I’m not a “perfectly healthy person,” I’m a Fat Lady living in America, and I’ve experienced medical fatphobia for decades at this point. You learn the key words and phrases pretty quickly, and “exercise program” has never not been a euphemism for “weight loss.” (Which is heavily ironic in this particular situation, because before I was Fat, I walked 2-3 miles a day for funsies and spent 15-20 hours in the gym every week. I only stopped because I somehow shredded both my ACLs in one summer. I’d love to get back to that if a rheumatologist could help me figure out how to be active and uninjured at the same time.)

I was frustrated after that first appointment, enough to request a referral to one of the best teaching hospitals in the country. Why not go to the best, right? There was a five month wait for an appointment, but I am stubborn, and I made use of the time by documenting every bullshit symptom my body threw at me. I have a daily symptom journal, full of subjective entries like my pain and fatigue levels, as well as objective entries like daily temperature changes and photos of my rashes and my burning face and my goddamn mouth ulcers.

I thought I had enough logged to be impossible to ignore, and then I saw the second rheumatologist three weeks ago, and the first sentence out of her mouth was the beginning of an interrogation on my blood pressure, and whether I was taking medication or if I was on a fucking exercise program for it. I tried to get the appointment back on track by sharing my symptom diary, and she turned back to my just-under-the-wire test results, and told me, “many healthy people have positive ANA results, it doesn’t mean anything without other positive test results for specific conditions.”

I said, “Healthy people don’t run a fever for months.”

And then she told me that a "fever is not associated with any of the conditions a rheumatologist treats." I was so startled by the confidence and authority with which she stated the lie that I was unable to speak to rouse a defense or contribute anything else for the rest of the appointment. After an insultingly brief examination, in which I never took my face mask off and she declined to look at any of my photos, she said that she “didn’t see anything that could be rheumatologically wrong with me.”

I asked her what she thought could be wrong with me, and she grudgingly admitted it’s possible, though rare to have an autoimmune disease and test negative for everything, so she would order more tests and refer me to appropriate specialists for my various symptoms. She ordered a referral to an infectious disease specialist for my fevers, and a referral to a dermatologist for my “rosacea” (that she’s assuming I have, because I would like to again note she did not see it, at no point did she actually look at my face or a photo of it), and a referral to an ENT for a salivary gland biopsy for my dry mouth, and a referral to a neurologist for my “stroke-like” memory and speech problems.

It was, all told, an unbearably shitty appointment. I cried in my car for an hour in the hospital parking garage so I wouldn’t do anything impulsive like lying down in traffic, and then I went home, cried some more, and went to bed for three days.

On the fourth day, I woke up enraged. It’s one thing to be blown off by a doctor when you’re just reporting symptoms without proof, it’s a wholly different thing for a doctor to ignore your proof and lie about diagnostic criteria to your face.

It’s hard enough not to think you’re crazy when your test results come back negative over and over; it’s that much harder after being told that your major concrete measurable symptom is diagnostically irrelevant, when it really, really isn’t.

(for the record, just going off the symptoms I can concretely prove I’ve experienced in the last week alone, I land a 16 on this chart, which is the most up-to-date, widely agreed-upon diagnostic criteria)

I have decided, for the moment, to play ball. I don’t have the energy to jump through all the hoops this rheumatologist wants, but I'm angry enough to drag myself through them. Tomorrow I’m supposed to see the infectious diseases specialist. On Wednesday I see the dermatologist. In two weeks I see the ENT, and I’ve got a neurology appointment tentatively scheduled for December.

I’m going to be blisteringly forthright with all of these doctors about why I’m there, and that I’m looking to exclude diagnoses other than the lupus I pretty obviously have. (Except with the ENT. Apparently they treat allergies, and I’d like to be able to go outside long enough to walk a dog, someday.)

I’m supposed to see this rheumatologist again at the end of November. Depending on how this week’s appointments go, I’m aiming to either move up my appointment with her when one becomes available, or just send a firm yet diplomatic email asking why the diagnostic criteria apply to everyone but me.

If anybody else has gotten through this fucking nightmare successfully, I’m open to suggestions, it’s not like it can get worse at this point.

[missymurphy1985]

The Lesson

After breaking up with your long-term boyfriend, you finally found the courage to enrol at university, studying Modern Theatre. Your life now taking an unexpected detour to its original plan of marriage, babies, settling down. This is going to be an interesting year.

Tag List (message me to be added): @queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @margoo0 @cloudofdisney

Warnings - smut / teacher.student relationship

Main Characters - Cillian Murphy (he's 35 and single for the purpose of this fic, no children)

"Hey!!! Over here!!" You heard Sarah, your best friend, shouting from the other side of the hall and made your way over.

"Thank god, I was starting to think I'd gone to the wrong place! This place is huge!!" You laughed as you hugged each other. Your bag slung over your shoulder, you linked arms with Sarah with your other arm as you made your way down to the Lecture Theatre.

"So how are you feeling?" Sarah asked.

"Nervous! I never, in a million years, thought I'd be doing this! I feel so old!" You laughed. At 26, you were easily the oldest student here, but Sarah laughed your worries away.

"Trust me, you're not. Once they revealed who the teacher was going to be this semester, a fair few extra people signed up to do that course y/n!" You looked at her confused.

"What, Mr Allen?? He's about 75 isn't he?" Sarah laughed again and left you at the door to your classroom, making her way to her own Design Studio at the bottom of the corridor to teach her own class.

"You'll see when you get inside!" She called behind her, smiling.

You took your seats near the front of the room, looking behind you you could see a gaggle of ladies in the back corner, all of them easily over the age of 40 with no clear interest at all in the subject at hand. They were all giggling like children.. this was going to be fun, you thought, rolling your eyes. Turning back round, you caught a glimpse of a dark haired man making his way through the door at the back of the room. As he made his way to the desk in the centre of the stage area in front of the students, you couldn't help but gasp a little. Jesus he was cute....

The ladies at the back squealed in delight and the man rolled his eyes.

"Right then, let's make a few things clear from the off shall we folks?" He spoke, his Irish accent booming through the auditorium. Everyone fell silent.

"I have a passion for the arts - I've been involved with them since I was 19. I'm here to teach you all I've learned over the last 16years and I plan on teaching it to like minded, dedicated people. People who want to make a career out of the beauty that is theatre. Those of you here simply to catch a glimpse of anything OTHER than a teacher doing his job, the doors at the back of the room." He stood still, leaning against the desk. The gasp at the back of the room was so loud, you couldn't help but giggle a little. Busted ladies. They all whispered to each other, a few of them glaring in the man's direction as they made their way to the back of the room. Slowly but surely, a few others also left sheepishly, men included, and you couldn't help but notice the man smiling a little underneath his floppy brown hair and round glasses. Who was this man??

"Now that's taken care of, I'm hoping I'm left with students that are here to learn the theatre and nothing else..." He paused, looking round the room. His eyes met yours and he paused for a second, raising his eyebrow slightly. You were now the oldest in the room, and you felt even more out of place. You kept a straight face, and maintained the eye contact with him. He wasn't bullying YOU out of here, you didn't care who he THOUGHT he was.

"Right... Well we'd better get going then!" His demeanour changed, he smiled broadly clapping his hands together. "My name's Cillian Murphy - please for the love of God call me Cillian... Mr Murphy is my Dad and I'm not quite ready for that level of old yet." A few chuckles in the room - that tension was gone. "This isn't the first time I've done a class like this, and I've had to evict people part way through for.. ah.. shall we say inappropriate behaviour. Wanted to nip that in the bud from the offset, so I apologise to you all now for the way the class started. Now, do you all have the textbooks the school sent out last month? Let's start on page 35 shall we?" The class, including you, opened the books in unison to find the chapter on Lighting and Sound. Cillian glanced back over at you, a look of uncertainty on his face. You could feel him staring, but refused to look up at him.

"So how are your classes going y/n?" Your mum walked into your apartment to find you studying, book one side, laptop the other and you making notes in the middle of your desk in the corner of the room. You'd given her a key a month prior so she could let your dog, Juno, out during the day while you were at uni.

"It's hard work! I had no idea there was so much to learn about the theatre, they make it look so easy!!"

Your mum laughed and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on for you both. Kicking back, you allowed yourself a break after 3 hours studying and met your mum at the small breakfast bar.

"I hear you have a new teacher too? Cillian Murphy?"

"Yeah, he's amazing! He's been there and done it all mum, the stories he tells are fascinating!"

"You know who he is, right?" You did know. You'd googled him when you got home after that first lesson. Pretty big hot shot actor, but you weren't bothered. He seemed pretty down to earth and normal to you.

"Yep I know - you'd never think it though, he's so... Normal I guess?"

"Cute too."

"Mother! Behave!" You both giggled. You couldn't deny he was very attractive though - but you could tell he was a professional. No way had he even looked at you that way - in fact you were convinced he thought you were there purely for him, rather than the course, so you were even more determined to pass this semester with flying colours to prove a point.

The following weeks were filled with more information than you could get your head around. You hated to admit it, but you were struggling to keep up. You hated admitting defeat, but you were really starting to wonder if you could carry on at this pace. Your work was starting to slip, and Cillian had noticed it too, much to your dismay. He'd called a 1-2-1 with you this afternoon, and you were convinced he was going to pull you from the course. You knocked on the door of his office, the defeat written all over your face.

"Come in y/n.."

"Hi.." you tried to smile as you sat across from him. He had your latest piece of coursework in front of him on the desk and he was leaning back in the chair, eyeing you through the rims of his round glasses. Standing up, he made his was over to the drinks cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled out a bottle of Irish Whiskey. You watched him, silently, as he put two glasses on the desk.

"Shouldn't be drinking this during the day, but felt the need. Want one?" You smiled, nodding your head.

"Conversation is clearly not going to be a fun one, no?"

"What makes you say that? I'm just lightening the mood y/n, you walked in here looking like you were going to either cry or knock me out!" He laughed, and offered you the glass. You took it, and sat it in your hands. Your fingers connected and you forced down a gasp at the contact. You'd refused to show him any kind of attraction but it was difficult while he was sat so close to you.

"Listen, I know I'm falling behind Cillian, I'll make it up I promise -"

"Stop. It's okay. Yes, your marks are dropping slightly, but not by much, okay? I'm seeing real potential in you. I invited you here to talk to you about some extra classes to help bump you back to where you need to be. What do you say?" He took a sip of the whiskey and so did you. Relief washing through you as the warm liquid fell down your throat. Hopefully it hid the blush in your cheeks.

"Um.. wow... Okay.. yeah! That'd be great, thank you!" He smiled again. God that smile... Stop it y/n.. he's your teacher, stop.. he sat back down at his desk and handed you a book.

"Great! I've put my phone number on the inside cover. Have a read of this, and call me when you're done. I think you'll like it." You took the book and smiled. A history of Modern Theatre. You agreed, definitely an interesting read.

"Is it classed as 'appropriate' for a teacher to give a student his phone number, Cillian?" You smirked, referring to his opening outburst on that first day. He chuckled.

"Maybe not, but I'm not a teacher, I'm an actor helping out the local university for a semester while the actual teacher takes a leave of absence." You'd heard Mr Allen had fallen ill, Cillian was just a temporary stand in for three months. Nothing permanent. "I have a new job starting in January, I'll be done here by Christmas." You couldn't help but feel a bit sad at the thought of him not being around anymore. Without admitting it, you'd looked forward to seeing him every day in class. He stood again, and raised his glass in a toast. You raised yours.

"What are we drinking to?"

"You. We're drinking to you y/n. I'm telling you, I'm seeing some real potential with you - you're going far, just need to focus more on the content, that's all." You blushed again.. was that the reason you were distracted? Him? Maybe. "Meet me back here tonight, around 4:30? Should be done with marking by then, we can make a start?" You agreed, a nervous knot forming in your stomach.

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You'd been having your 1-2-1 meetings with Cillian for more than a month now, and your marks were certainly improving. You had finished the book he gave you, but you hadn't plucked up the courage to text him yet. Watching TV alone in your apartment one evening, you downed your third glass of wine and picked up your phone. He wouldn't have given you the number if he didn't expect you to use it, come on y/n...

"Hey Cillian? Just letting you know I finished the book. Really good read, thank you! I'll have it back with you in the morning. And thank you for spending time with me helping to improve my marks too, it's really helped. Y/n x" pressing send, you cursed yourself, why the hell did you put a X at the end!!! You cursed again when it was delivered... Then again when its status changed to 'read'... Oh crap... A reply.

"Glad you liked it! It's been a pleasure, you're doing a great job! Cx." He put one on his text too... Come on y/n, you're not a teenager anymore, get a grip of yourself!!! Your phone pinged again.

"Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow xx" 2 kisses? Ping.. "Maybe we can finish more than your coursework.x" What did that mean? Was he flirting with you?

"What did you have in mind? X"

"There's still half a bottle of whiskey in the cupboard, shame to let it go to waste X"

"I don't think you'd be able to keep up with me Cillian 😉" you typed, feeling a bit braver.

"Challenge accepted y/n. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon X" you knew his stint at the university was coming to a close, was he flirting with you?

****************************************

You knocked Cillian's office door at 4:30 sharp, knowing how much of a stickler he was for punctuality. You felt nervous, after your texts last night you didn't know what to expect - was he flirting or were you just overthinking it? The door opened, and he stood aside to welcome you in, a smile on his face as he greeted you.

"Good to see you y/n, come on in!" He walked to the cabinet in the corner. "I never turn down a challenge, you in?" You smiled, nodding, as he poured two glasses.

"Good job I left the car at home this morning," you chuckled as he brought his glass to meet yours. Both of you sinking it down in one, you grimaced as the liquid slipped down your throat and he took the glass from you to pour another.

"We'll take this one a bit slower y/n, what do you say?" His eyes darkened slightly, the alcohol clearly having an effect. You couldn't help the warm feeling running through your groin as he licked his lips to clear them of the whiskey remnants that sat on them.

"Whatever you say sir.." he glanced up at you as you said 'sir', and leaned against the desk.

"Sir? Since when did you call me sir?" He tilted his head back slightly, glass swirling in his hand. You sipped your drink and stood to face him, confidence growing. You could see his attraction towards you, and you decided to go with it.

"Since you decided to try and seduce your student... Sir." He swallowed hard, the game clearly up, watching you take a step towards him. Your bodies inches apart, he brought his hand up to rest on your hip, pulling you that little bit closer.

"Probably shouldn't have put kisses on a text to your teacher, then, should you.."

"Probably shouldn't have given me your phone number then, should you.." the air was hot now, your bodies touching gently, your breathing becoming deeper. You brought your hands to his chest, over his shoulders, and he quickly spun you round so you were now sat on his desk. His lips found yours and he ground his hips against your core, your legs parted allowing him access, skirt hitched up to your waist.

"I've wanted you since that first day... Fuck y/n you're beautiful... Sexy... Smart..." He kissed your neck between each word, breathing becoming hot and heavy. Suddenly stopping, he kissed your lips before making his way to the door, turning the key in the lock, before coming back to finish what you started. Unbuttoning your blouse and opening it, his hand snaked around your breasts, underneath the black lace bra. Groaning slightly, he moved his hands lower, down your abdomen.

"Leave as much on as possible... I'm taking you on this desk, right now.. you okay with that?"

"Like I said sir, I don't know if you'll be able to keep up with me.." your leg pushed him away slightly as you stood up, pushing him against the wall. You sank to your knees, taking his trousers and boxer shorts down with them, his cock springing up, twitching, begging for attention. Gasping, he watched you lick a circle around the swollen head, down the shaft, before taking one of his balls into your mouth and sucking lightly. His hand in your hair now, pulling it gently as he groaned. You continued teasing him with your tongue, before taking the tip of his cock into your mouth, giving it a hard suck, releasing it with a pop, sending his head back against the wall.

"Fuck... Take it y/n.. take it down..." You smiled, before sinking your mouth over his cock, all the way down the back of your throat, groaning into it sending shockwaves through him.

"Lets see how much you can take..." You sucked harder, not giving him time to react. Moving your head quickly up and down his shaft, you felt your core begin to leak, you'd never felt as turned on in your life as you did right now. You felt his legs start to shake...

"Yes.. fuck yes... Feels so good baby... Suck it... Harder.. god fuck yes..." His balls tightened, you could feel him trying to pull back but you held him firm with your hands on his hips, willing him to empty into you. "I'm gonna... You might... Jesus.... Fuck...." He came hard, gripping your hair for support as he came hard, you felt his cum shoot in the back of your throat and swallowed as much as you could, some of it spilling down your chin. You pulled your mouth away, holding your mouth slightly open so he could see his cum on your tongue before swallowing it back down.

"That was... My god... Fuck y/n..."

"Oh you will sir, you definitely will. I'm not done with you yet.." you stood up and sat back on the desk, legs parted again to reveal your core to him, completely bare. He didn't see you remove your underwear while you were sucking him, but he wasn't complaining. Gathering himself, he moved to stand between your legs and pulled your lips to his, kissing you passionately, tasting a little of himself in the process and feeling surprisingly aroused from it. He moved his mouth down to your core, running his tongue along your open slot painfully slowly.

"Cillian... Please... Need to cum...."

"You will, baby, oh you will..." You moved your hands to his soft, floppy hair and pulled his face where you needed it. He loved you taking control and took your clit with his tongue, pressing it, rolling it around his tongue as he felt you begin to shake. You lifted a leg onto the desk to give him better access, and he inserted two fingers inside you, tipping them up to meet your g spot deep inside, emitting a sharp cry from you as you three your head back.

"Yes!!! Oh god yes... Right there... Fuck!!" Your hips were involuntarily rolling against his face now, riding his tongue as he brought you more pleasure than you thought was possible. Within minutes, your orgasm was building, and sensing it, he pumped his fingers harder against that one spot that was making you see stars. Three pumps and you came hard against his face, liquid flowing from you like a waterfall, hitting the floor underneath you as you screamed Cillians name. He leaned back on his ankles, watching you coming undone, smiling. Once you'd caught your breath, your eyes fell onto his his.

"Feeling proud of yourself there Mr Murphy?" You smiled. He stood between your thighs again.

"Extremely. But I'm not done with you yet. Turn around y/n." His blue eyes darker now. Your core throbbed, knowing what was coming. Standing up, turning round, you bent over his desk, his hands parting your legs. Taking a condom from his bag behind him, you heard the packet rip open and you rotated your hips, teasing him. He groaned deeply as he started to push his length into you, inch by inch.

"Ohh... Oh god..." You weren't ready for his size, you legs parting as much as possible. Inch by inch he pushed, allowing you to adjust, before bottoming out, his balls resting near your still throbbing clit.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard against this desk, y/n... You're gonna take every thrust like the good girl you are..." You bucked your hips up and he responded by pulling his cock nearly out, and thrusting back in powerfully enough to make you scream his name. Picking up the pace, he leaned over to grab your hair in his hand, giving it a sharp tug as he thrust into you from behind over and over, relentlessly.

"Harder... Cillian harder!!! Fucking... Oh god yes!!!" Loving the sound of your cries and the feel of your pussy contracting around his cock, he knew you were close to another orgasm.

"Rub yourself... Rub your clit baby, make yourself cum for me..." You reached a hand round to your core and found that bundle of nerves. Circling it hard, your orgasm built up again and you swore you saw stars.

"Good girl.... That's it baby... Let it go, I've got you... Let it go...." That was all you needed to hear. You came hard, and he couldn't hold back once he felt your walls contracting round him. "I'm... Oh y/n yes... Yes!" He stilled, you felt his cock pulsate, filling the condom. Both of you breathless, he fell forwards resting against your back.

He pulled out gently, pulling the condom off and disposing of it in the bin, he chuckled slightly.

"Remind me to empty the bin before we leave... I don't think the cleaner will expect to see that in there in the morning!" You laughed too, standing up to face him.

"That was incredible... Just amazing..." You rested your head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your hair gently.

"I enjoyed that too y/n.. and I'd really like to see you again, if you'll let me?"

"I'd like that..." You smiled. You'd convinced yourself if anything happened it would probably be a one time thing, I mean he was a famous actor, what would he want with you? You had no illusions going into this.

"My teaching finishes here in 2 weeks - what do you say I take you out for dinner when it's done?"

"Sounds like a plan Cillian. But am I supposed to stay away until then?"

"Definitely not, y/n, we've still got a few 1-2-1 sessions to squeeze in before I leave..." He leaned down to kiss you, pushing you back against the desk again. His erection pressing against your core again. "It would appear I'm able to keep up after all y/n..."

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Wish Upon a Star

Our childhoods began with the magic that was found within these movies. Whether it be Disney, Pixar, or Studio Ghibli, our love has not once wavered. We’ve grown, and dare we say that we’ve matured, but there’s still a special place in our hearts for our favorite movies.

Except, these movies now have a twist.

We are no longer kids.

Welcome to Wish Upon a Star, where your favorite childhood movie finally grew up.

Disclaimer: The following stories are a combination of SFW, NSFW, or a combination of both.

Wish Upon A Star is collaboration of works containing stories based on some of our favorite movies from Disney, Pixar, and Studio Ghibli.

Writers from both the BTS Fic Hub and BTS Smut Hub servers (founded by @gukyi​​) have come together to write stories for the month of January. While this event is not directly affiliated with these servers, please feel free to check them out!

Name of the Game by @ggukcangetit​​​​

Movie: Anastasia

Starring: Seokjin and Reader

Summary: The Hotel - Strange, The Manager - Far Too Charming, The Situation - Dire, The One in Trouble - You.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 9th.

Two Birds, One Cake: by @pajaritojin​​

Movie: Brave

Starring: Prince Seokjin and Witch Reader

Summary: After Seokjin fails to return his mother to her human state because Y/N gave him the wrong spell, he is forced to release the Queen into the wilderness whilst he tracks down Y/N.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 20th.

That Famous Happy Ending by: @jinpanman​​

Movie: Enchanted

Starring: Seokjin and Reader

Summary: You don't know what you expected when you followed the Prince to Andalasia... but of all things, you didn't expect to fall for him and his kingdom so quickly.

Rating: SFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 21st.

The Medallion Calls by: @pajaritojin​​

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Starring: Captain Seokjin and Governor Reader

Summary: Upon Seokjin’s wash up to shore after months of being lost in a wrecked boat, the town is attacked by a crew of pirates. Kidnapping Governor Y/L/N Y/N, the crew of pirates flee — leaving her friends and Seokjin to rescue her and keep the town at peace.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 29th.

The End of the Fucking World (or: the Alpacalypse) by: @hauntedlilies​

Movie: The Emperor's New Groove

Starring: Seokjin and Reader

Summary: Over the past few years your life has been slowly falling apart. You didn't think it could get any worse — until your father comes home with a talking llama alpaca who claims he's the emperor of a lost civilization. But is he really who he says he is?

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 22nd.

The Ghosts of Daegu Town by: @cremeandsuga​​

Movie: Monsters Inc.

Starring: Ghost Yoongi and Phasmophobic Reader

Summary: For the last 18 years, Min Yoongi had been appointed Resident Ghoul for his Scare Ratings. He managed to scare the life out of everyone…except when your door came down before him.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 24th.

Second Star to the Right by: @thatlongspringnight​​

Movie: Peter Pan

Starring: Yoongi and Reader

Summary: Min Yoongi never believed in magic, but all it takes is a found shadow and one very frustrating girl to turn his world upside down. The real question remains: Will he keep that magic in his heart and choose to stay in Neverland, or will he abandon this magical world and the girl he's grown to love?

Rating: Combo

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 3rd.

Basil & Beliefs by: @cremeandsuga​​

Movie: Ratatouille

Starring: Sous Chef Yoongi and Heir Reader

Summary: When the long lost daughter of Gusteau reappears and gets hired at his restaurant, she is expected to stay quiet and stay out of the spotlight — but her and her server friend Seokjin can’t do anything to stay out of the eyes of the sous chef, Min Yoongi.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 14th.

A Restless Slumber by: @wwilloww​​

Movie: Sleeping Beauty

Starring: Yoongi and Reader

Summary: When one of you is always asleep, spending quality time together becomes easier to do in dreamworld.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 1st.

Coral Subconscious by: @hermosohoseok​​

Movie: Finding Nemo

Starring: Mermaid Hoseok and Mermaid Reader

Summary: When Y/L/N Y/N swims past Hoseok’s reef and saves his mother from the teeth of their terrorizing resident barracuda, he can’t help but feel indebted.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 15th.

Cactus by @hesperantha​​​

Movie: Fantasia

Starring: Hoseok and Reader

Summary: Meeting a stranger at the club turns into an adventure. Starring Mickey!Hoseok, featuring Yensid!Namjoon.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 2nd

Bare Necessities by: @hermosohoseok​​

Movie: Jungle book

Starring: Bear Aspect Hoseok and Adult Mowgli Reader

Summary: After Y/N’s life is threatened by resident Tiger Aspects Yoongi and Taehyung, Y/N is forced to vacate the jungle and leave behind her friends. Along the way, she finds the bear that saved her as a baby.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 27th.

Smutocchio by @jinpanman​​

Movie: Pinocchio

Starring: Hoseok and Reader

Summary: You didn’t mean to fall for the growing dick man.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 13th.

A little less than 101 Meetings to fall in love: by @thatlongspringnight​​

Movie: 101 Dalmatians

Starring: Namjoon and Reader

Summary: Kim Namjoon has seen enough of the world to know two thing, dogs always look like their owners, and he's going to be perennially single. A chance meeting at the park changes at least one of those ideas forever.

Rating: Combo

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 10th.

The Aftermath: by @queridonamjoon​​

Movie: Big Hero 6

Starring: Engineer Namjoon and Friend Version Tadashi Reader

Summary: After Y/N dies in an attempt to save Namjoon, his dreams are nothing more than memories of her and their adventures together — so he builds Y/N prototypes for every scenario, in which he will always be able to save her.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 26th.

One Cube At A Time: by @queridonamjoon​​

Movie: Wall-E

Starring: Cyborg Namjoon and Cyborg Reader

Summary: Namjoon is the only functioning being left on planet Earth — imagine his surprise when he is made aware of a completely different world just a few galaxies away.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 11th.

Otherworldly Lovin’ by @thatmultifandomhoe​​

Movie: Flubber

Starring: Alien Taehyung and Human Reader

Summary: Not only did he crash land into you yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 6th.

In The Doghouse: by @mariposatae​​

Movie: Lady & the Tramp

Starring: Dog Hybrid Taehyung and Dog Hybrid Reader

Summary: After Y/N finds herself in some hot water with Jungkook and her housemates, she must trust from afar as they find a mate for her in a serial monogamist with a knack for knocking up.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 25th.

Bad Stitch 2.0: by @jinpanman​​

Movie: Lilo and Stitch

Starring: Taehyung and Reader

Summary: You and Taehyung finally get the house to yourselves and you’re not going to let it go to waste.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 5th.

Blood from The Emperor: by @mariposatae​​

Movie: Mulan

Starring: Solider Taehyung and Solider/Princess Reader.

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N is the only daughter to The Emperor, and when she escapes her luxurious life in the palace to join the military, Kim Taehyung is the one to discover her.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 12th.

Had it Been Another Day by @ggukcangetit​​

Movie: The Princess and the Frog

Starring: Taehyung and Reader

Summary: When the universe hated you enough to pair you with the most obnoxious guy in your class, for a project that would decide your future but had no such implications for him.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 16th

Fairy Wings: by @ezralia-writes​​

Movie: Tinkerbell

Starring: Taehyung and Reader

Summary: "You should have never crossed the border," he choked out, "I should've known better to stop this before it even began."

Rating: SFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 30th.

Unholy Lightning: by @sunnydelightjimin​​

Movie: How to Train Your Dragon

Starring: Lightfury Hybrid Jimin and Nightfury Hybrid Reader

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N was taught to soar in the clearest of skies and attack in the deadliest situations — crazy how she has a tendency to flip those in her mind.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 17th.

Chasing Waves by @magicalcrwn​​

Movie: The Little Mermaid

Starring: Jimin and Reader

Summary: From a young age, their curiosity grows stronger. For the human princess who has always been interested in the ocean’s secrets, for the merprince who has always been interested in the surface’s life. What would happen once they finally chase the waves to sate their curiosity?

Rating: SFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 18th.

Lava In The Afternoon: by @sunnydelightjimin​​

Movie: The Incredibles

Starring: Immortal Superhero Jimin and Immortal Villain Reader

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N has terrorized the City of Seoul for generations alongside her friends — and Jimin has been tired of fighting her time and time again.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 28th.

The First Snow: by @carinojungkook​​

Movie: Bambi

Starring: Rabbit Aspect Jungkook and Deer Aspect Reader

Summary: When the daughter of The Great Prince is presented before the forest on the day of the First Snow, Jungkook finds himself enamored with the doe eyes filled with fire.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 19th.

The Fourth Unforgivable by @ggukcangetit​​

Movie: The Lion King

Starring: Jungkook and Reader

Summary: Seven years is a long time. Enough to bring about many changes - new laws, dangerous associations, and the return of the one you had forced yourself to forget.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 23rd

Moves Like An Ape, Looks Like a Man by @carinojungkook​​​

Movie: Tarzan

Starring: Tarzan Jungkook, and Animal Researcher Reader,

Summary: When animal researcher best friends Y/L/N Y/N and Kim Namjoon are sent on an expedition to gather information on the gorillas of West Africa, they aren’t expecting anything but — and yet, are met with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 8th.

Abstract Thought: by @milktbaby​​

Movie: Inside Out

Starring: Emotion OT7 and Student Reader

Summary: When Y/L/N Y/N is leaving her hometown of Busan for university, she is faced with a series of unexpected events that make her realize she’s not where she needs to be.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 31st.

You’re never too old to find yourself wishing upon a star.

[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + KUGISAKI NOBARA || COMFORTING THEIR S/O DURING THEIR PERIOD

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 27 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ request : hello!! I love ur blog sm it’s so cozy and safe!! i just wanted to order a black coffee of being comforted and taken care of by the main three (yuuji, megumi, and nobara) when the reader is on their period ;-; tysm!! ❤️❤️

↳ barista’s notes : hi there! let me admit this about my time of the month, i only get cramps/backache on like the first day and people tell me they don’t realise i’m not my time since i don’t have mood swings - which is surprising because i thought i did  ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and come to the cafe again soon ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

The day your period arrives, Itadori will have no idea and will probably be confused about why one second you are angry and the next you are crying - he is just a confused little baby.

Of course, Kugisaki will call him an idiot and will inform him that you are on your period if he hasn’t figured it out yet.

Once he comes into your room and finds you huddling under a mountain of blankets, he will slowly and carefully crouch down to your height and ask if you need anything - since asking if you were okay was not the ideal question (also advised by Kugisaki).

To be honest with you, all the knowledge and advice he has gotten about periods is from Kugisaki - I feel like she made him pay as well for lessons.

Of course, if you tell him you buy you chocolates, he will come back from the convenience store with more than that like snacks, water, chocolate, sweets, ice-cream and pads/tampons.

Just know there are multiple types of pads/tampons in the plastic bag because he doesn’t know what to pick for you and, of course, you thank him because you know he tried his best.

He will also provide you with a hot water bottle that probably has a cute animal cover on it for you since he doesn’t want the heat as well as plastic to burn your skin.

Itadori will cuddle you if you ask for it while placing his hand on your lower stomach to help soothe the cramps with your permission of course.

He will also set up yours or his laptop to watch movies and anime together, he will probably eat some of the snacks he has bought you - which made him learn to buy his whole for the next month.

Sometimes both you and Itadori will have a game night together, where you both would have your Nintendo Switches - which I don’t have personally - and probably play Animal Crossing - New Horizons to help make you forget your pain.

Sukuna will mock him for being a tiny bit scared at your aggressive behaviour when your mood suddenly switches.

In conclusion, Itadori is someone that will be wary around you since he doesn’t want a Kugisaki 2.0 to be his girlfriend but will try his best to make you feel the least amount of pain as much as he can.

Unlike Itadori, Fushiguro will know when you have started since he does have an older sister as well as two female cousins within his family.

When you had your first period during yours and Fushiguro’s relationship, he probably marked it on his calendar and has it on a series for it every month.

Fushiguro knows that you will come to his room when you are on and just flat drop flat on his bed because his scent helps you to forget the pain - this happens with me like sometimes the smell of lavender helps with my cramps...maybe it’s just me.

You probably know this but Fushiguro has all the essentials you need in his dorm kitchen and bathroom because of your monthly visits - he is prepared and very organised.

He will make sure you have eaten first before giving you painkillers since he wants you to feel somewhat better than you are now.

Fushiguro will summon one of his rabbits for you to cuddle with since he knows that some sort of warmth helps you - the thing is once the rabbit is in your arms, it is not escaping.

If you are having back pains, Fushiguro will help you by massaging your back to help comfort you - his divine dog will probably use its paws to help as well or maybe the rabbits will bounce on your back, I don’t know.

If you ask for something, Fushiguro is already on it and has it prepared as I have mentioned - he just doesn’t want to deal with your sudden lack of patience since he knows that you can get irritated very quickly.

If you suddenly start crying, it is over for Fushiguro because he wouldn’t know how to comfort you - his shikigami will do a better job than him and if Kugisaki was with him, she would yell at him 100%.

He would start by holding you in his arms but he will be stiff, of course, that doesn’t matter because you will tightly hold him back - which surprises him since for some reason this hug is stronger than your other ones.

If you want cuddles from him, he will be hesitant at first because of your mood swings, but once you give him the puppy dog eyes, he can’t resist you and will join you under his covers.

In conclusion, your monthly visit to Fushiguro’s dorms is one of his favourites because that means he gets to come back from missions and find you in his room, he is always prepared and ready to handle the situation - even though, he is quite wary of the short-temper that you have for the next 5-7 days.

The expert of periods is here! Kugisaki Nobara is the one to be with when you have your period because this girl probably knows everything compared to Itadori and Fushiguro.

When I think about it, she probably has spare pads/tampons in her bags/pockets and will offer one to you when you need it.

However, unlike Fushiguro, she probably doesn’t have any painkillers with her and will probably have to make a trip for you to get some or ask Fushiguro if he has any to save time.

You don’t have to worry about snacks because I know she has a stash of sweets and cakes in her dorm room and will give you some of it - mostly likey chocolate cake or chocolate-covered strawberries.

She already has a water bottle prepared for you as well as a back massager because she is boujee with that Jujutsu Tech money that she has been provided with.

Like Itadori, you and Kugisaki will play games together - I feel like people forget she’s a gamer since she did mention Smash Bro’s in the anime and little scenarios in the manga as well - especially battle games as a way to release your anger from the pain you are suffering from.

If you ever cry about being ugly - because we are emotional - she will hype you up with an angry tone: “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BABE? YOU ARE GORGEOUS, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, STRONG AND AMAZING, DONT SAY ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT!”

Kugisaki will also do your makeup since she wants you to feel your most beautiful since she and you know that breakouts during periods are just not it.

She will also help you with your skincare and probably introduced to some new products along the way since why not? 

You and Kugisaki will cuddle a lot during the beginning week and you both will probably have matching pyjamas on because you both just give off cute couple outfits vibes even when you both don’t go out.

Sometimes during your cuddling sessions, you and Kugisaki will be looking at her phone swiping through a few clothing sites and suggesting what you both should buy for your next date together and maybe research a few new cafes to try out.

Definitely will send cute selfies together to help you feel beautiful to the boys on the group chat because they need to know that you are in pain and they should send their condolences.

Netflix and ice-cream will be an everyday thing for the whole week you are on and to be honest, it is better than any date because you both are together with no distractions.

In conclusion, Kugisaki will make the time during your period a self-care girl’s week for the both of you and this will happen when she is on as well - and please, when you are both on, it is a nightmare for Itadori and Fushiguro (they will be nervous and avoid you both)

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