#beneath the milky twilight event

[natimiles]

Hey Nat, Congratulations on almost 400 followers that's huge!! I know the first time doing requests can be nerve wracking but I'm sure you'll do amazing 🙂. I would like to request Comte and neck please and thank you, you can decide on relationship status. Thank you so much and congrats again! Have a good night/day.

Hiii, thank you for all your kind words! 🤍🤍 

I ended up with an established relationship because I love it, hasuheiasu.

Comte + Neck

Words: 435

Tags: established relationship; Comte calls you chérie; you call him Comte to avoid spoilers ;)

It still shocks you how Comte can lose himself when giving you gifts. It doesn’t matter what the occasion is; he always loses track, and you have to stop him before he buys the whole store for you.

So, it’s obvious that he wouldn’t be any different for your engagement party.

You intervene every five minutes, trying to reason with him that one tailored outfit is enough. It’s not like you can wear more than one at the party anyway… but you still end up with three — which is still a better deal than the initial amount he wanted.

When they’re finally ready, he picks them up personally and brings them to your shared bedroom, insisting you try them all on for him. And well… who are you to deny your lover when he smiles so sweetly and gives you that lost-kitten gaze?

“Alright, Comte,” you say as you step back into the bedroom. “This is the last one.”

Comte’s eyes instantly light up with adoration. “Ah, you’re breathtaking, chérie!” he exclaims as he stands up from his armchair to get closer to you.

“You said that about the other two as well,” you snort softly, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“What can I do if you look beautiful in anything you wear?” he chuckles, placing his hands on your shoulders and admiring your reflection with you.

“You’re so smooth,” you laugh. “Although I must admit that this one is my favorite,” you say softly, watching your own reflection and daydreaming about your special day that is about to come.

“Mine too,” he whispers in your ear.

You meet his golden eyes in the reflection, thinking about the start of your new life together, a promise of sharing your love... forever. Your gaze shifts to his smile, then back to his eyes, before you avert it to your own face.

Comte seems to understand what you’re thinking as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

“Chérie,” he calls, his voice always so sweet when he talks to you. It makes you look back at him, and his lips curve softly. “I will love you forever.”

He leans forward, placing his lips on your neck while holding your gaze. Your breath hitches, and his smile widens slightly, always amused by every little reaction he can get out of you. He places a second kiss beside the first one, and you know this is his vow.

You know that even though he won’t do it now, this is a promise that someday you’ll be able to spend eternity by his side.

Taglist: @bicayaya @koco-coko @yamarireads @judejazza @echoes-in-the-forest

• @chandeliermichel @fang-and-feather @sh0jun @scummy-writes

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[daisynik7]

Hi there, I left tumblr a few months ago but came back for nanami content 😂 and saw your 2k event {congrats btw 💐}!

If you're still taking requests for it, I'd love to see "Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer" for Nanami. I know it's not in the Y2K era but it's a very sweet song and I think it's such a great one for him ✨

Kiss Me

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.0k

cw: fluff, alcohol consumption

Author’s Note: You and your new boyfriend attend a Halloween party together dressed as peanut butter and jelly. The two of you haven’t shared your first kiss yet, but with all the stars aligned on this beautiful night, it’s the perfect opportunity to finally do it. 

Summary: Thanks for the request, @jadeee! This song is too cute for the y2k karaoke party! With the 31st approaching, I figured this would be a good time to do a little Halloween themed fic. I hope you like it! Divider by @/saradika.

Shoko stands beside you, sipping on her cocktail. Tonight, she’s dressed as a doctor, which basically means she’s wearing her normal attire with a fake stethoscope draped around her neck. It’s no surprise that your friend puts the least amount of effort in her costume; after all, she’s only here for the free booze, which you don’t blame her for one bit. You on the other hand, are wearing one half of a couple’s costume with your new boyfriend, Nanami. He’s the peanut butter while you’re the jelly, and all your colleagues here at this party can’t help teasing the two of you, especially Shoko. 

“Wow, this is a huge step in your relationship,” she says, eyeing you with a smirk on her face. “Have you two even kissed yet?”

You cross your arms over your chest, letting the fabric of the bread costume bunch up in front of you. “We haven’t. We’re taking things slow.”

“But a couple’s costume is okay? To me, this is even more intimate than a kiss.”

“What? Why?!”

She shrugs, hiding her grin behind her cup. “I don’t know. That’s just what I think. Seems like it’s deeper than kiss, you know?”

You sigh, relaxing your arms back to your sides, not entirely sure if you understand. “We want to kiss, that’s for sure. It’s just…I think we’re both just waiting for the right time.”

As if on cue, Nanami appears before you, wearing his peanut butter costume proudly with a smile on his face, handing you a drink. You smile back at him, accepting it. “Thank you.”

“Looking good, Nanami,” Shoko says. “Bread is your favorite right? This costume seems very fitting for you.”

“It is. And I think so too,” he replies. “Especially when she’s wearing the other half.” He glances to you, holding your hand to raise it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Shoko rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed at the public display of affection. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone then.” She flashes you a sly wink before heading into the kitchen for more alcohol, where Gojo offers to be tonight’s bartender.

“Are you alright?” he asks, taking Shoko’s place beside you. He laces his fingers with yours, swinging your arms gently. 

You rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling against him. “I’m good. And you?”

“Great,” he responds, squeezing you. 

There’s a beat of comfortable silence that passes between you as you enjoy each other’s company in the middle of the crowded space. Despite the cacophony of sounds, like the music playing in the background or Gojo’s laughter as he attempts a couple of party tricks while mixing drinks, all you can focus on is Nanami’s steady heartbeat thumping against his chest. You wonder if the right moment is now, here in the midst of this party. Maybe you’re ruining it by overthinking so much, wanting everything to be perfect when it already is.

Before you get too much in your head again, Nanami nudges you gently. “Want to get some air?” he asks, pointing towards the balcony. 

You nod, following him as he leads you through the partygoers. He slides the door open, letting you out first, closing it shut to drown out the noise from inside. There’s a nice breeze tonight, and from this floor of the apartment, you can see several stars in the night sky twinkling above you. You lean over the railing, watching the cityscape below you. 

“Thank you for indulging me in this,” you say. He looks at you curiously, waiting for you to elaborate. You continue. “I just…I know this costume is silly, and that maybe dressing up isn’t your thing, so I appreciate you for going along with it for my sake.”

He faces you, a serious expression on his face. “I didn’t do this for your sake. I did it because I wanted to.”

“You really don’t have to say that,” you reiterate, feeling shy all of a sudden.

He leans in closer, tipping your chin up to meet your gaze. “I’m happy to do this with you. I want to be the peanut butter to your jelly. Not just today, but every day.”

You smile, peering up at him with tears in your eyes. “Really?”

He nods, inching closer, noses touching now. “Really.”

You push forward just the slightest, kissing him softly, lips brushing seamlessly together. His hand slides behind the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, deepening the kiss. It’s as perfect as you imagined it to be, even better because it’s actually real. All the worry about setting this moment up to be special fades. It doesn’t matter when, where, or how it happens. All that matters is that it’s you and Nanami together in this moment, loving each other the way you should. Being dressed as two halves of a sandwich, kissing under the moonlight on the balcony of Gojo’s high-rise apartment makes it all the more memorable.

His tongue slips inside your mouth, and you’re tempted to go further until there’s a loud knock from the other side of the sliding door. Startled, you break apart, checking to see who it is. It’s Shoko and Gojo watching from inside, grinning. “Get a room!” they say, voices muffled. 

Nanami laughs, ignoring them to give you a smooch on the forehead. You hug him around the waist, squeezing him tightly, yearning for more. “So, should we take their advice then?”

He kisses you on the lips once more, nodding. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

[allwaswell16]

— Established Relationship Fics —

A fic rec of One Direction established relationship fics as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🧡 We Are Only Just Beginning by @afirethatcannotdie

(E, 129k, college) A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.

🧡 Demon and Immortal (series) by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 90k, supernatural) Harry is a demon and Louis is his eternal mate.

🧡 Peace Found With You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(T, 34k, missing Harry) Louis was only a couple of days away from a weekend escape filled with sunshine, billowing sails, and his husband when he received a phone call that changed everything.

🧡 Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(T, 32k, high school au) On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

🧡 True Love's Gold by @alivingfire *

(E, 27k, canon) it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn't mean it's going to go as planned.

🧡 Lover Boy by @brightgolden

(E, 27k, secret relationship) Where Louis wants to tell everyone about his relationship with Harry, but his boyfriend clearly thinks otherwise.

🧡 Adore You by @creamcoffeelou *

(E, 23k, canon) A canon-compliant fic where Harry wants nothing more than to take care of Louis.

🧡 You Were Mine by @brightlyharry

(E, 20k, angst with a happy ending) Harry has ran out of ways to try to repair their broken marriage and Louis can't be bothered to even try. When the loneliness becomes too much, he joins a new social media app.

🧡 Dance Me (to the End of Love) by @phdmama

(E, 19k, proposal au) the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end

🧡 Everything I Do by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 16k, proposal) the one where Harry finds a book of Elizabethan courtship rituals which sets in motion a series of events that can lead to only one conclusion.

🧡 I Wanna Feel (Your Love) by @infinitelymint *

(E, 15k, canon) Five moments in Louis and Harry’s life based on five of the biggest emotions: fear, sadness, love, anger and joy.

🧡 stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain *

(E, 12k, canon) Five times Louis and Harry get walked in on at the worst time, and one time Louis makes sure they don't.

🧡 head head heart by @turnyourankle *

(E, 11k, canon) After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace.

🧡 Do Not Disturb (kiss me beneath the milky twilight) by @sadaveniren *

(E, 7k, canon) Harry doesn't want to become a boring old married couple a year into their relationship and tries to spice up their sex life.

🧡 Take Me for a Spin by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird *

(E, 5k, canon) The night of the Pride of Britain Awards 2016. Louis goes to the ceremony and out to the club afterwards, but what is Harry up to?

🧡 For Your Eyes Only by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite *

(NR, 3k, canon) Harry and Louis had never broken the two-week rule before. When they did, we got If I Could Fly and Home.

🧡 Gonna Dress You Up In My Love by @fallinglikethis

(T, 3k, fluff) Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it.

🧡 Milk and Honey and You in the Morning by @haztobegood *

(E, 2k, canon) Louis blows the biggest, wettest raspberry across Harry's chest.

🧡 (marshmallow) fluff by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(G, 2k, kid fic) Harry and Louis spend a quiet(ish) morning at home with their kids.

—Rare Pairs—

🧡 Devoted by @nouies

(E, 5k, Louis/Alisson Becker) A collection of drabbles about Louis’ life as the housewife of a professional football player.

🧡 still, somehow by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 1k, Louis/Liam) Louis trims Liam's split ends.

[themculibrary]

Scott/Hope Masterlist 2

part one

all the stars (are closer) (ao3) - bevioletskies scott/hope, hank/janet T, 31k

Summary: Scott is a washed-up comedy actor and an ex-convict, unable to find enough work to pay child support. Hope is a famous action star and the daughter of one of Hollywood’s most beloved couples, still struggling with the circumstances surrounding her mother’s death. When Hope’s estranged father casts them in his directorial debut, a romantic drama with a script that’s more truth than fiction, they find themselves tangled in a mysterious conspiracy that just might explain what really happened to Janet Van Dyne all those years ago.

Already Home (ao3) - floatinglanterns G, 4k

Summary: Good news became great news, great news became amazing news, and everything in Scott’s life became something he wanted to live for.

A look into Scott and Hope's life two years after the world is restored. Healing was a long process, but the getting there would be worth it.

ant-man (ao3) - waywardkeener                                                          T, 8k

Summary: Scott just wants to see his daughter. Hope wants the tech out of Darren’s hands. Hank is with his daughter but disagrees on who they should trust about this mission to stop Darren.

a sort-of vacation (ao3) - PilotInTheStars T, 1k

Summary: They ended up in Paris by accident. Scott had to admit it was a convenient story in the end (and in fact, no one believed them when they finally got home), but it was the truth nonetheless. It was simply convenient that he and Hope had an unpaid side gig that could sometimes require them to travel.

A walk in the woods (ao3) - ibcrian T, 7k

Summary: A month after the events of Ant-Man and The Wasp, Hope decides to leave her pride aside and visit Scott. Both had too many things left to be said, turning everything into a meaningful and unexpected date.

Don't Ever Let Go (ao3) - hallieCB3 T, 2k

Summary: Hope van Dyne's perspective during that scene of Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania.

(Or the scotthope scene at the end, but including the supposedly deleted scene and kisses. And then after they come back, when Hope is taking care of Scott’s wounds).

five minutes later (ao3) - penxstan G, 1k

Summary: what i like to imagine would have happened if hank had interrupted them just five minutes later

forever can never be long enough for me (ao3) - katana_fleet scott/hope, maggie/jim, hank/janet T, 8k

Summary: “Will you marry me?”

Hope took a step back. “What?”

“I love you and you’re freaking awesome and I want to marry you.”

[5 times scott proposed to hope and 1 time hope proposed to scott]

Heal My Wounds (ao3) - tiny_spy T, 1k

Summary: He cut it close this time, very close, barely making it back home on the night before Christmas Eve. Apparently, the bad guys had no notion of holidays and no respect for his desire to maybe not spend them being repeatedly punched and kicked and thrown around.

Scott/Hope Christmas fluff.

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) (ao3) - ziggyzaggystardust scott/hope, background carol/valkryie G, 11k

Summary: Hope doesn’t dance.

She thinks it’s pointless.

But then Scott Lang winds up in her life, in all of his lovable dork glory, and suddenly she’s dancing alongside this crazy mess of a person and laughing more than she has in years.

Or, five times Scott asked Hope to dance, and one time she asked him.

if all my defenses come down, will you lay it all on me now? (ao3) - dearingsattler G, 1k

Summary: Scott and Hope keep tiptoeing around each other. Janet decides she's had enough and gets involved.

Takes place after amatw, pretends the snap never happened

invisible string (ao3) - hallieCB3 G, 11k

Summary: A perspective on Scott Lang, as he drives about three thousand miles to the Avengers complex, while he has flashbacks of his past as he looks for help to bring those who were gone with the Blip five years ago… especially her.

kiss me beneath the milky twilight (ao3) - archerskate scott/hope, hank/janet M, 6k

Summary: Hope is a princess and Scott is her childhood best friend. As they grew up, they grew closer, and, well, you can guess what happened next.

or

a scotthope royalty au

Let it Matter (ao3) - emroselew T, 3k

Summary: But since they defeated Cross (since she’d met Scott) she’d gradually felt a little less frigid, less like she’d been left in the snow too long. It was like she’d been frozen, and just now she was beginning to thaw.

Moments Like These (ao3) - floatinglanterns G, 1k

Summary: “I thought about you every day,” she said. “I don’t want you to think I ever stopped caring because I didn’t.”

A reflection on Scott and Hope's relationship post-amatw (spoilers!)

mountains out of ant hills (ao3) - iyearnforaplotadvancement       scott/hope, scott/maggie, maggie/jim, hank/janet                                   T, 10k

Summary: A series of drabbles set before, during, and after Ant-Man/ Ant-Man and The Wasp.

new situations and barbie shoes (ao3) - PilotInTheStars G, 1k

Summary: Hope's life seems to be changing in ways she never expected it to. And she's most definitely going to screw it up.

one step at a time (ao3) - aeipqthy scott/hope                                                                                                         G, 1k

Summary: After the events of Ant-man and the Wasp, Scott and Hope work through their differences after their two-year estrangement.

a.k.a. scott and hope make up and talk about berlin

When The Dust Settles (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 1k

Summary: But for now he’d settle for this, for holding Hope in the middle of the bloody battlefield where they had fought alongside each other, alongside the Avengers and the Dora Milaje and those cool wizards with the glowing fists, always mere seconds away from losing the battle but always side by side. They were Ant-Man and the Wasp as they were meant to be, strong and glorious and one hell of a partnership.

With a Thrill in My Head (ao3) - HunterByDayWhovianByNight E, 1k

Summary: Scott couldn't keep Hope off his mind.

[hollie47]

Title: Beneath The Milky Twilight Author: Hollie47 Word Count: 800 Fandom: Star Trek Picard, Star Trek Voyager Pairing: Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres Summary: After the events of Star Trek Picard, Seven finds B'Elanna in a bar, trying to drink her problems away. Instead, Seven has other ideas and they get to talking about their feelings for each other.

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[original-jade]

Music Monday

tagged by @thesingularityseries !!

This song has been living in my head lately. It perfectly captures that type of romance that's peaceful and playful and just about existing with each other. Shadow and Kung Lao have a rocky start, to be granted, but once they are together, they don't intend to let anything separate them. They have a rather subtle way of showing affection, a real blink-and-you'll-miss-it event for those who don't know what to look for. Whenever they can get time alone, they take advantage of it, knowing all too well time is coming for one of them much sooner than the other.

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, (swing, swing) swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

Kiss me, (kiss me) down by the broken tree house

Swing me, (swing me) upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, (bring, bring) bring your flowered hat

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

So kiss me

So kiss me

So kiss me

[annes-andromeda]

Ragnarök: Asgard’s Twilight

Chapter 1: Muspelheim

N/:  Needless to say I was left unsatisfied with Thor: Ragnarok. So I’ve decided to rewrite it as a whole, to fit my Fanon Marvel series. And please, if you’re gonna disagree, be civil. I don’t want butt hurt pro Ragnarok people who can’t accept the fact that there are fans who didn’t like this film.

Tagging some people cause why not, I want opinions: @nikkoliferous, @alwida10, @schlotzshewrote, @lokiloveforever, @miskiett, @ms-cellanies, @mentallydatingahotcelebrity. 

You’re all amazing💖🥰

Across the planet of Earth, beyond the stars of the Milky Way, lies the Nine Realms: Nine kingdoms brought together by the people of Asgard, protected by the great All-Father. Painted as the world tree Yggdrasil, the Nine realms each live on their own planes.

Atop the highest level sits the golden kingdom of Asgard, home to the All-Father and the All-Mother. To the west of Mani stands the brilliant kingdom of Alfheim: a land with rivers of sweet champagne and magnificent creatures such as the beautiful merfolk, the kind and gentle Faeries, and the benevolent and loyal elves of Light. And to the east of Sol lies the kingdom of Vanaheim, where the Vanir, sister race of Asgard, practice sorcery and magic.

The middle level holds Midgard, Nidavellir, and Jotunheim: the earthly realm of mortals, the star fortress of the dwarves, and the icy home of the Frost Giants. As for the lowest level, here sits the last three realms: Svartalheim, home of the Dark elves and known as the Dark World. Niffleheim, house of the realm of Hel, ruled by the goddess of Death, Hela. And Muspelheim, inhabited by the Fire Demons, and ruled by the fire giant Surtur.

Sat upon his throne of magma and rock, the Fire Giant looked up to the hardened ceiling. A cage dangled above, holding a prisoner with golden hair and clear blue eyes, which studied the ground below him. Large chains wrapped around his person, tightly restraining him.

Thor moved his head to look around, watching as the demons stared at him hungrily, angrily. Someone had come into their home without invitation, and they wished for an explanation “This isn’t really necessary, Surtur” he spoke to the flaming King “All you must do is let me go and I will not step into Muspelheim’s walls again. Just release these chains, is all”

“Your foolery amuses me, prince of Asgard” Surtur said, voice booming through the halls. He had a form built of rock and flame, gleaming as he spoke. His crown was the centerpiece of it all, a prize any warrior would desire in their halls. As a means to show who had fallen at their sword: the terrifying and disastrous king of the Fire Realm.

“To think capturing you would be so simple. It’s almost disappointing how less of a fight you put up”

Thor chuckled darkly to himself “I must say Surtur, you have truly outdone yourself. Chaining me down and throwing me into a cell is most unbefitting of you. I would have thought that by the time I had arrived, you would’ve burned me to a crisp for all your people to watch”

“Don’t pester me with your jests, Odinson. You know well of the consequences that should befall any who dare come into my kingdom unannounced. If you were truly all mighty, then perhaps you’d think twice of testing my rage”

He signaled his subjects to bring down the cage, the chains chinking as they moved. Thor turned his head to face Surtur, careful not to make himself seem angry, as much as he were. One minute he was off looking for the Infinity stones, and ensuring that the Nine Realms were protected, the next he’s attacked by Fire Demons and imprisoned. But all through his journey, Thor kept his daily goal: watch the sacred star, Aurvandil, for his love. His Captain. His Evenlight.

“I know of your rage, Surtur” Thor raised his voice in defiance “Believe me, I am no fool. Thousands of years ago you fought my grandfather Bor, and then my father as a means to wage war against the Vanir and the Aesir. Ever since, you’ve craved a vengeance that would never come”

Surtur rose from his throne, tall and imposing “Oh, but it will. You see, a time has come within the Nine Realms. A time when the golden kingdom with be plagued by a force so great, it should be its final stand. The Eternal twilight shall befall Asgard, and I the center of its demise”

The giant leaned into the cage, pulling the chains with his large, clawed hands. He could see the warrior shift in his place slightly, which caused Surtur to smirk a bit. Glad to know that even the God of Thunder still held a smudge of fear towards him “There is nothing you nor anyone could do to stop this event. It is... inevitable”

As he said that last word, he growled it, clenching his teeth and letting the sound bounce off the walls so that all could hear it. Thor tried to remain unfazed. He had faced Surtur once, hundreds of years ago. Who’s to say that he couldn’t do it again?

Lifting his chin, Thor refused to allow Surtur the satisfaction of relishing in his fear “You know, I’ve heard of this great twilight that you speak of. My mother would sometimes tell me and my brother the legend of Ragnarök. How you’d plunge your blade, forged from the Burning Galaxy, and end Asgard as we know it”

Thor stood in his cell, stumbling a bit as Surtur held it in his hand “I can assure you that will not happen” His neck pained a bit from having to maneuver it in Surtur’s direction “I have fought adversaries who would threaten my people, and all have fallen or fled. You will be no different. Surrender your plans to destroy Asgard, and this won’t have to end in combat”

A chuckle escaped the giants lips, clearly a sign of amusement “It seems conversing with those mortals from Midgard has garnered you completely blind. There is no stopping the destruction I shall bring. You of all people should know that”

The gods eyes narrowed, staring down the giant before him “This is your last chance, Surtur. Surrender now, and your people will keep their king. Even if what you say is true, you’d be leaving Muspelheim defenseless. Surely you’d be smarter than that”

“My people are more than capable of defending themselves. Perhaps it is you who should worry about your own safety. Right now, at this very moment”

Looking down, Thor could see the fire demons closing in him, with some crawling up the pillars of rock. Their eyes seethed red as they stared him down. Moving in the chains, he lifted his hand behind his back, making sure Surtur didn’t see.

He smirked in a similar fashion to the giant, almost challenging him “Very well then. It seems that bantering isn’t your style, so I won’t bother” With his acute sense of hearing, he could discern the familiar booming sound coming from behind him. Mjölnir came rushing in and landed in Thor’s hand, as the sound of thunder echoed and groaned.

“Have at you”

With that, Thor hurdled towards Sutur, smashing his face with his hammer. The chains immediately broke free and Thor dropped alongside the prison he was kept in. He could hear the demons screeching as they lunged towards him. With each creature coming at him, Thor could hit them with Mjölnir, as each one was destroyed in a pile of rubble. Surtur had stumbled back, falling on top of his throne and crushing it in the process. He looked down and grabbed his Twilight sword, plunging it into the ground.

Beneath Thor, the floor began to crumble and split, smoke hitting his face and fire spewing from the cracks. Thor threw his hammer at the demons, all of them falling as easily as the last, until it returned to his hand. He jumped up high, and struck Mjölnir into the floor, causing the demons to fall into the cracks.

“You know,” he began “For an almost thousand year old Fire Giant, your aim is almost as terrible as your threats. How embarrassing for the God of Fire who can’t even fit in his own throne”

The sound of Surtur growling sounded all throughout the walls, as he roared in frustration at Thor “I will not have my position as King be insulted by some ignorant Asgardian cub!”

He moved behind one of the pillars as he saw that Surtur was going to strike, using his sword to create a wind of fire towards him.

“Do not play coward with me, Odinson!” Surtur roared “Face me with your mighty hammer and know what true terror looks like!”

With his sword he blasted flames towards Thor, as the latter moved away from the pillar before it collapsed. He turned towards Surtur and looked him in the eye “It is you who should cower, Surtur!” Thor said, bashing fire demons in the process “The Eternal Flame is locked away, far from you” He stopped his punches and looked to Surtur “So as long as it’s safe, you can’t touch Asgard”

Surtur clenched his teeth, his grip on his sword tightening “For now, princeling” He whistled loudly, nodding his head for something “Until then, your presence is no longer welcome”

Turning his head behind him, Thor could see a giant fire dragon, whose chains were being broken by its sheer force and strength. He groaned to himself softly “Oh crud...”

As he began to turn Mjölnir in his hand, the dragon escaped and tailed behind him. His exit made a small hole in the ceiling, which to be frank, he did not care for at the moment. What he did care for, was returning to Asgard. Lifting his hammer into the air, he awaited the Bifrost to carry him away, back home.

Nothing.

“Skurge?” Thor asked to the sky. Again, there was nothing “Skurge! Norns above, where are you?”

Before he could continue, however, the dragon erupted from the ground, roaring at Thor. He jumped into the sky, flying the opposite direction of the creature. It followed him quickly and Thor parked himself into its mouth. Dropping Mjölnir on its jaw, the dragon fell down and crashed onto the surface. Thor looked up once more, shaking his head.

“Come on, Skurge, you pig-head” He muttered. The dragon struggled under the hammers hold, clearly annoyed. Thor has the same feeling as he let out an ‘ugh’ sound, one that his mother would definitely see unbefitting of a prince. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked in place all irritated.

“I swear to all Valhalla, I am going to chuck that halfwitted dullard straight into Hel!”

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“Such a shame Heimdall has abandoned Asgard” The new watchman Skurge said “He’s left his post and wandered off into the Nine Realms all by himself. But do not fear” he looked over to two Asgardian women, who were listening to his words “For in Heimdall’s place the great Odin has hired me, Skurge, the legendary Executioner, to see over the Bifrost”

The women giggled to themselves as Skurge flexed with the staff used to power the Bifrost. However, they stopped abruptly when they saw that the Bifrost was lighting up, their prince’s voice sounding through it.

“Uh, Skurge?” One of them said, looking over to the man. He was currently busy turning the staff in his hand, which he then dropped (not surprisingly) “Is that important?” She continued. Skurge’s eyes widened as he heard Thor’s voice. Quickly, he tightened his grip on the staff and inserted it into the structures main frame.

“You girls are in for a treat”

A loud noise spurred as the Bifrost activated. Thor was carried away alongside the dragon. It roared in his direction, but it stopped in its tracks as the beam moved them faster.

With the portal open, Thor jumped out, as the dragons head was chopped clean off. Goo splattered everywhere, including on Skurge and the two women. The head stopped in front of the women and they looked in horror. They both shrieked in disgust, immediately running off to probably wash off. Skurge hurried after them, trying to convince them to stay, but they didn’t listen, instead running ever faster and farther.

“Well, look who decided to show up” he said annoyedly “Out of all the creatures in the Nine Realms, you just had to bring a dragon into Asgard and drench one of the most scared places in muck. And now my companies run off”

“Don’t try to scold me, Skurge” Thor jumped in “Just because my father has made you watchman in place of Heimdall does not mean you’ve earned my respect”

Skurge simply rolled his eyes “Better me than just leaving the Bifrost unoccupied. And I’m a warrior, not some watchman” He threw the staff midair and caught it in his hand “My victory against the Storm Giants is still spread by the people. And all who hear shall know the name-“

“-Executioner” Thor interrupted “Yes, oh how you love to remind everyone”

“Speaking of your father,” Skurge began ”He’s been expecting you since you’ve been gone for practically half a year. Said it is of the upmost importance and that I inform you upon your arrival”

With that, Thor muttered an “alright” and spun Mjölnir with his hand, flying in the direction of the golden palace to meet with his father, all the while leaving Skurge alone to man the Bifrost by himself yet again.

[zodiyack]

Soundtrack To A Rom Com Surprise

Requested over discord by Honey Kisses: Richie x reader ? And suprise me- you never fail at doing that 😉

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Warnings: Swearing, singing, wine (that isn’t drank), after IT 2 events- so no spoilers

Disclaimer: HERE!

Note: Based off of The Late Late Show with James Corden, don’t know if this was needed but to me-  I thought it was a good idea I guess, but surprise! It’s not what you thought it was.

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‘Richie. I need you to do this. Please, I beg of you. It’s just one simple show, one simple favor, p l e a s e.’

The text had been spamming his phone. Once. Twice. Three times, over and over again. Y/n, his girlfriend, was a singer and actress. Kind of funny since he was a comedian, but still. She did a show every once in a while where she would have a special guest sing with her. The songs were in a routine, one song after another in a special order.

‘fine. can’t promise i’ll b pretty.’

‘Rich-’

‘Sorry, I meant that I can’t promise my voice’ll be pretty.’

‘That’s better. Thank you babe, also I’ll be over with pizza in about 10 minutes.’

He loved her, ever so much. So this show, he guess he owed to her.

. . .

“Welcome everybody to the late late show, for all of you kiddos, thank your parents for letting you stay up to see this, for all of you non kiddos...thank yourselves I guess?” Laughter rang in the audience. Y/n was opening the show, Richie was running to the stage in his costume. “Anyways, hope y’all enjoy the show! We’ve got 10 songs, 9 sets, 1 take and 0 pressure. This, is Richie Tozier, in a Soundtrack to a Rom Com!”

the crowd cheered as Y/n ran to the stage, she grabbed her phone and an empty coffee cup. The music started playing.

“Where have all the good men gone? And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn, And I dream of what I need... I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night! And-”

She bumped into him when he exited out of the elevator. He took a deep breath and looked up into her eyes for reassurance. Of course he told her before the show of his nervousness, so he was gonna need some sign. And a sign he received, a small nod and an, “Oh, heh...I’m sorry!”

“Just one look. And I fell so hard, hard, hard! In love, with you! Oh, oh!” They walked backwards into the elevator and kept eye contact. When Richie finished singing, both he and Y/n faced the camera with semi-wide smiles.

“Can’t keep my hands to myself.” The elevator doors closed as Y/n pressed a rough kiss to Richie’s lips and threw her arms around his neck. While the doors were closed she tore some of his outfit off and messed up his hair and glasses. She did the same to herself before the door opened, “I mean I could, but why would I want to?” The doors closed again and another kiss was shared. They fixed up their clothes a bit and prepared to grab an item to walk out with.

Y/n skipped off to the next set, which was a park with a night setting. “Ohhh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight!” Her hands touched his shoulders, triggering a smile to find it’s way onto his face. She twirled and held out her hands as if it was raining. “Lead me, out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hands,”

Richie’s cue to grab and open the umbrella came and he started to sing along with his lover, “Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silvermoon’s sparkling!” Y/n kissed and then booped his nose with a wide smile. He returned it, adding in a wink. “So kiss me”

They both ran the next set. A bathroom and some toothbrushes waited for them, and secretly, a prop phone. The cheers in the audience grew louder when he took off his jacket and Y/n put on a bathrobe. Richie, feeling strength and confidence for the first time in the show, started singing loud and proud.

“No I won’t hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait I’m sure.”

Y/n put the toothbrush in her mouth and rested her arm on Richie’s shoulder while she sang, it coming out as mumbled words. The crowd laughed and Richie’s smile grew larger. She spat out the water from her mouth into the sink and sang with Richie, “I’m yours!”

She put her hand on the prop phone and lifted it up, meeting his eyes with wide ones. “Oh baby you. You got what I need, but you say-”

“She’s just a friend!”

“You say!” Y/n threw the phone into the toilet and ran to the next set with a believable sadness in her voice.

“She’s just a friend!”

Dressed in the bathrobe still, Y/n messed up her hair a bit, grabbed a glass of wine and started acting tipsy. “When I was young, I never needed anyone,” Her hand that held the glass moved sideways, allowing the wine to spill onto the floor and the crowd to giggle. “No need for makin’ love. Was just for fun, those days are gone.” 

She put the glass to her lips and made a face like she realized there was no wine left. The drums sounded and her limbs moved to imitate it. “All by myself!” Y/n ran a hand through her hair as the crowd cheered, “Don’t wanna be all by myself anymore!” 

A prop, which was a fake photo of her and Richie, was picked up then thrown to the ground as Richie’s cue to enter after she ran offset. He opened the curtains to the fake window and stepped in, “All by myself! Don’t wanna be all by myself,” The comedian bent down and picked up the photo. “Anymore.”

Attention was turned to Y/n’s new set. A fake taxi with her in the back wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. “’Cause I’m leavin’, on a jet plane.” She got out of the prop and walked over to the airport set, “Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go.” Her head turned to the entrance of the set while she passed the fake ticket to the man behind the counter. Y/n shook her head and ran off to the “boarding area” in a hurry.

The next set was Richie in a house sitting under a blanket with noodles hanging out of his mouth. His eyes snapped open and he let the noodles fall into the food box, “When I wake up. Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.” He threw the blanket off and scrambled to get up. “And when I go out,” he left the set in a similar hurry to Y/n’s exit.

Richie ran over to the taxi set and continued his song. “Yeah I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you.” Rich jumped out of the taxi and raced to the airport with his set of fake tickets. “But I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more, just to be the man who walked 1000 miles,” finally he was in the plane set. The lights turned up a bit and Richie kneeled in front of Y/n, who acted surprised and took off her sunglasses. “To fall down at your door...”

The final song. It was time for the final show, and they were both ready, ready to sing their hearts out and ready to go home, throw their shoes at the ground and eat leftovers while cuddling to a scary movie. ‘Break a leg Richie.’ He was ready to finish and make Y/n proud. Also to earn a kiss, but that was off topic.

“I’m so in love with you, whatever you wanna do, is alright with me.” She joined in after he stopped singing, “Cause you make me feel so brand new. I wanna spend, my life with you. Oh baby,”

They grabbed each other’s hands and spun to the center of the stage. Their voices danced with each others in genuine romance. “Let’s, let’s stay together!” “Together!” “Loving you whether,” “Whether!” “Times are good or bad, happy or sad!” Y/n stopped singing and pointed at Richie while looking at the camera, “Richie Tozier everybody!”

She dropped to her knee and grinned at Richie. “Wait wait wait, before you guys keep cheering, I have something to ask you Rich. I know it’s usually the guy, but let’s just agree that I’m more manly than you.” She paused for the audience and Richie’s laughter. “Anyways, we’ve been together for a while now, your friends have said they approve... I really do wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Will you, Richard ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier, marry me?”

The crowd screamed with cheers and wolf whistles. He nodded quickly and helped Y/n up. He pressed a sweet kiss to his fiancé’s lips and smiled at her expression when he pulled away. “Not so manly now, are we? Well this was a Soundtrack To a Rom Com with a surprise everybody!”

[lovemetsumu]

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˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ all mine ; tsukishima kei x f!reader

abstract: he can’t seem to get enough of the student who volunteers at the school clinic, leaving him to come up with a hurricane of lies just to see her.

contains: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, third-year!tsukki

˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ beneath the milky twilight ; sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

abstract: in which you and kiyoomi find yourselves thinking of the exact same thing at two separate twilights.

contains: established relationship, post-time skip, pure fluff!

˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ baby, can’t you see? ; miya atsumu x f!reader

abstract: a timeline of events from when you first met atsumu and how it leads to your realization that maybe he’s not really just your best friend.

contains: bestfriend!atsumu, one-sided pining, fluff/angst, pre-time skip to post-time skip, manga spoilers.

back to navi ♡

[valorandgold-archived]

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight (accepting)

@allisallies​​ said:

😘 caspar to linhardt! and to ashe!! and to petra!!! (all the caspar smooches)

“Ah, hey Caspar! Are you alright? You’re walking around awfully fast-”

One kiss later, Ashe was at a loss.

“H-Huh? What? I don’t...w-what was that all about?”

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“Caspar, there you are being! Do you think you can be training with me today? I would be liking to be working on-...”

One kiss later, Petra was very confused.

“...why was he kissing me all of a sudden? I am not having understanding. Is Caspar having...romantic feelings for me?”

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“...Caspar, just because it’s kissing day doesn’t mean you should go around kissing whoever you feel like on a whim, and do permit me to stop you before-...”

One kiss later, Linhardt was far too late.

“Well now I’m simply never going to get in any nap time. If that didn’t disrupt me enough, I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it from anyone who bore witness to that particular event...”

[natimiles]

OMG NATI I JUST SAW UR EVENT!!! congrats :D u deserve these and so many more!! If I may, can I request william (ikevil) + kissing the tip of the nose?

OMG INKY, HIII! Thaaank yoouuu! You’re so sweet 😭🤧

I might’ve used the fact I know that you love pet names against you (again), ASHUEHSAEIA.

William + Tip of the nose

Words: 411

Tags: established relationship; pet names; no pronouns for reader.

Sitting on the bed, William leans against the headboard, quietly reading while you finish your work. However, he quickly finds his attention drawn to you, his book forgotten on his lap.

His crimson eyes are fixed on you, intently observing every little thing his darling little robin does. He notices how you type faster now than when you first came to Crown, how you bite your lip in concentration, how you mumble when you want to find the perfect word to write down, and how your eyes shine when you find it.

He sees you organizing the pages, which means you’re done and will turn around to look at him. He keeps watching you, wanting to see the endearing reaction you’ll let out when you realize his eyes have been on you for a long time.

When you finish everything, you turn around in your chair, expecting to see William reading or even sleeping, given how quiet he’s been for the last few minutes. What a surprise when you see him looking right at you.

“Oh, hey!” you can’t help but let out a surprised sound, blinking in confusion. Then you open a shy smile, your head tilting to the side. “How long have you been staring?”

“Hmm… I wonder,” he grins, amused. “If you’re done, come here with me, my love.”

“I am!” you reply excitedly.

William doesn’t have much time to close his book and place it on the nightstand because you practically race to him. You throw yourself on him, and he holds you tight while falling sideways with you in his arms. Your giggles are music to his ears, and he joins in with his own.

You suddenly lean forward and place a kiss on the tip of his nose, and he’s the one caught by surprise this time. He is more than amused by your display of affection, though.

“My, my! What an enthusiastic little robin I have,” he smiles widely.

“I’m happy to be here with you.” 

He brings his hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face to take a better look at you. His fingers slide back to your nape, and he holds you in place, so this time he can be the one giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. His heart is full of fondness and love for you — he wonders if you know how you have him wrapped around your finger.

“Me too, my love.”

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[rosesfromcth]

Kiss me

Ship; Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: Based on the Song “Kiss me by Sixpence the Richer.’ It’s your wedding day with Cal and time for you first dance. Fall in love with him all over again and reminisce on your favorite memories.

Authors Note: I have been sitting on this for a while, I was so excited when I heard this on the radio for the first time in a long and I thought it would be perfect for a fic of some sorts. But as I wrote I lost motivation until today. Here you go. It not perfect and it’s not super long but I hope you like it.

“Now it is time for the Bride and Groom to have their first dance.”

Calum led you out onto the dance floor where he wrapped you into his arms and began to dance with you. He had originally wanted to sing one of his favorite songs he had written about you to you at the wedding but decided against it. He wanted to hold you in his arms and be focused purely on dancing with his new wife. So you two had decided instead to dance to one of your favorite songs and he decided to surprise you by having Luke sing at the wedding.

You smiled at the singer as he dedicated this song to you two before slowly starting up Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer.

He took a hold of your hand and slowly led you out to the dance floor that had been set up under the dark sky. His arms held you as he swayed back and forth with you to the beat of the song. You loved the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, you felt safe, protected, loved. It was your favorite place to be. You could feel everyone eyes on the two of you, some people pulled out their phones to take pictures and videos. And even though you typically didn’t like the spotlight, you didn’t mind this. As long as you were with Calum, you were happy. With him by your side, you could take on the world, he was everything you needed.

“What are you thinking about Mrs. Hood?” Calum asked you softly, his large brown eyes staring down at you curiously.

“That’s my mother-in-law.” You tease him back before responding to his question. “Thank you, Calum.”You tell him seriously.

“For what?’ He asks you.

“For loving me when I couldn’t love myself, for teaching me to be my own hero. For coming in to my life at the time I needed you most. Thank you for making me happy, Thank you for marrying me. I love you so much.” You tell your new husband.

He smiles back at you and kisses your forehead.

“Well, while we are on the note of thank you’s, thank you for giving me the best present of all and being mine forever, you’re stuck with me now, kid. You taught me to be a better version of myself, to be selfelss and kind. You somehow make my whole world spin while stopping it at the same time. If that even makes sense.”

You giggle at his words. You got so distracted by his sweetness that you almost stumbled on his feet. Almost. He took the opportunity to lift you off of your feet and swing you around which made you laugh even more.

“God I love your laugh.” Calum said as he placed you back on the ground. “I am so happy that it’s my job to make you laugh for the rest of our lives. “

You moved your arms up so they were wrapped around his neck instead and slowly rested your head against his chest, trying to get as close as possible to this man who made you face hurt from smiling so much.

“What would I do without you?” You ask, you aren’t really asking him as much as you are asking yourself. “Everything is just better with you in it.”

You feel your smile grow wider as you watch the people in the crowds around you. You see your best friend, your family, all of your childhood, college and work friends surrounding you. You see Calum’s parents and Mali. You see his bandmates and his other friends, all of who are now your family and friends and loved ones. You can’t help but feel incredibly bless and thankful for all people who care enough about you to be there that day.

The wedding was beautiful, the ceremony took up at the church you grew up in and then you moved to a gorgeous estate nearby that holds weddings and other events. You opted to celebrate the reception outside. It had taken you months to plan every detail. You mom and Mrs. Hood both were great helps and Calum was there every step of the way. In the end, you had gotten your dream wedding. It was perfect for the two of you and who you were individually and as a couple. It was almost bittersweet. The day had flown by and was coming close to an end, you were sad to see it go. But you couldn’t really ask for a better day and now, you had the rest of your life to look forward to with this amazing man.

AS the night rolled through you found yourself thinking back to some of your favorite memories with Calum. You remembered the time you were struggling with having him away on tour, when he finally came home. You were so happy to have him home. You told him how proud you were of him for making his dreams come true. He told you that you were his new dream.

You remembered the first time you two kissed. It was on his deck at the end of a party, just the two of you sitting under the stars. He made you get up and dance with him as music was softly playing in the background. There were fireflies lighting up the sky and the full moon was shining down on you. As the song shifted to a slower beat, he pulled you into his chest and just rocked back and forth with you in his arms while telling you how he had liked you for quite some time before asking permission to kiss you.

You remembered your first and favorite Valentine’s Day with him. You had never had a significant other on Valentine’s Day before and were excited to finally have some to share the holiday with. But when Calum didn’t do anything you were upset. You hid the present you had gotten him under the bed. The next day he showed up to pick you up from work and surprised you with the best date youhad ever been on. Telling you he didn’t need a special day to show his love for you and that he wanted to make you feel his love every day.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight, Lead me out on the moonlit floor // Lift your open hand, Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance // Silvermoon's sparkling, So kiss me.

“So kiss me.” He whispers into your forehead.

“I love you, Husband.” You tell him as you reach up to press a kiss to his lips.

[artificialqueens]

Courtney’s Infinite Search for Love Ch. 13 (Witney) - Grinder

AN: Apologies it took so long to update. I’ve been trying to get my life together by getting a job which I’m still in the process of but very hopeful. Anyway, enjoy the update.

~ Grinder

It hasn’t even been a week since I started my shifts at The Tap, the bar in which Adore performed, the place we held most of our staff do’s. Although the memories made here were not necesserily the best due to recent events, it was somewhat comforting working in a familiar environment. The sound of the drunks singing along to the mellow sounds of Adore’s voice makes me smirk with amusement.

“Kiss me…beneath the milky twilight…” a man serenades me as I pour him his fifth drink for the night.

“You having a good time, mate?” I ask beaming a smile at him.

“Ohhh, the lady…” he pauses to point a finger to Adore twirling on the stage, “…brilliant singer…brilliant singer…”

“I know, right? That’s Adore. She’s my friend.” I stated handing him the pint of beer.

“Beautiful - beautiful…” he slurs, “You know?”

“Yeah…” I look to Adore as she gently sways to the rhythm of her song, fairy lights reflecting their glow off her hair. “…she really is…”

My eyes turn to the drunken man as he hands me his money and stumbles away with his drink. He trips on the way causing everyone to look in his direction. His friends help him up as he begins laughing and cheering at his foolishness.

Adore has even stopped singing for a moment, she’s distracted by the scene.

“Be careful, man. Glad you’re having fun though. Damn.” She giggles before continuing on with the song.

I watch her as she sings so smoothly, the audience sway from side to side captivated by her performance. She has such an amazing presence.

I’m so glad she got me into this job. Not only is it extra money but I still get to spend time with her. Ever since I told her about the Willam situation she’s been nothing but helpful. She’s visited everyday, even Bailey is convinced she has a second mom. Her company has helped a lot.

I suppose I feel better that I patched things up with Alyssa but there was still Willam. I know in my heart I should just forgive her. But there is still some level of hurt there. Not as much as it was before. I’ve learned to kind of forget about it and get on with life.

But when I’m in Adore’s company I just seem to forget about everything. All the bad feelings leave my mind. No Willam. No worries.

Snap. Snap.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as I look to the source of the snapping.

“Anyone home?”

It’s a man clicking his fingers in my direction, his other hand holding a few coins. “I’m sorry. What can I get you?”

“Just a strawberry and lime cider. You distracted?” He teases as I get to work on his order.

“No…well, yeah actually. She’s my friend. She’s a great singer.” I speak trying to focus on finding the right bottle from the coolers. Once I find it, I bend down to grab the bottle.

“Oh, she’s yours then?” He smirks.

“My friend, yes.” I reply before grabbing a glass and filling it with ice. I turn back to him and place the glass down.

He’s silent for a while but still smiling. He breaks the pause, responding with, “nice.”

Feeling awkward in the strange moment, I take his money, grab the change from the till and return to the man.

“Keep the change.” He smirks, walking away.

“Thanks.” I reply.

Well that was weird.

The music, stops making me turn to look to the stage.

“Thank you all for having me. My name is Adore Delano and you can’t buy any singles yet ‘cause I’m such a busy bitch but come see me more. You’ve been a great audience!” Adore kisses her fingers and gives the audience a sign of peace before leaving the stage. She practically skips up to the bar, squealing with excitement. “Oh my gosh, that was the best gig I’ve had so far. I’m so glad I wasn’t roped into that Friday gig. That shit’s messy.”

“I know, girl. Well congratulations! You did great. Trust me; watch this place start to fill up with crowds over the next week.” I beam a smile as I work on pouring her a drink.

“Holy shit, you’re like my number one fan girl, I love it.” Adore laughs. “So how was your first night working as a bar tender?”

I pass Adore the bottle of beer and she takes a sip.

“Not my first night. I did some at college. Remember? But I suppose this place is nicer compared the last place I worked. Better atmosphere. Nice lighting. Friendly customers -even though some are kinda weird-” I mutter the last part. “And I get to watch you perform as well so that’s a big plus.”

“Yeah, ‘cause why wouldn’t you wanna watch this bitch sing other peoples music for a couple of hours.” Adore’s smirks, taking another drink. “I swear, man, one day I’m gonna write my own stuff. And I’m gonna be sooo…fucking…cool.”

“Well I’m gonna hold you to that.” I say leaning my elbows on the counter.

“You better.” Adore replies.

“So what are your plans now?”

“Well I was just gonna hang out here until you finished your shift. Maybe I’ll get drunk. I dunno. I just wanna hang out.”

“Well I’m very glad you find me entertaining enough despite all the whining and crying I’ve been doing.” I stifle a laugh.

“Girl, shut up. You’re so fucking awesome. I love you and don’t you forget that.” Adore points a finger in my face and uses her other hand to grab mine.

“I love me too.” I say with a cheeky smile.

-_-_-_-

It’s been over 3 weeks since I started the temporary bar tending shifts at The Tap and let’s just say it’s no longer temporary. Dick offered me a full time position due the lack of workers he had as well as my “charismatic personality”. So here I am making more money than I had when working for Tune 105. I took night shifts as I didn’t want to give up working for the radio station that I loved so much. I still worked on writing the news scripts so I had the opportunity to meet our two new presenters. They were nice. Very smart and approachable. I helped them prepare for live news readings along with Dela even though the only experience I have with it is from watching Adore and Alyssa.

Speaking of Adore and Alyssa, they were promoted as reporters of the morning and news programmes. They work with Katya and Trixie now, the clowns of the station. It’s fun to watch Alyssa get frustrated with them as they goof around when their supposed to be out finding stories. Adore just encourages them which makes it even funnier. But the final product of the programmes always turn out perfect. If only our station had a wider audience. I feel Adore, Alyssa, Katya and Trixie deserve more recognition.

And more news on Alyssa, she talked more with Tatianna after she received the promotion. It was to be expected after all what with Alyssa being a reporter for the noon news show which Tati presented. At first they seemed really professional around each other, working together on how a story should go and what should be said. Alyssa wasn’t so nervous around her anymore.

And one day I just so happened to walk in on Alyssa having a mini break down over how her story was failing to go anywhere. Tatianna gave her tips and ideas of how they could make it all work. Alyssa would brush them off but Tati pushed her to do it. What a professional.

I know it seems like I was eavesdropping. I tried so hard to focus on my news script. But I couldn’t help but glance over from time to time to make sure Alyssa was OK. And about the third time I looked around, Tati had just kissed her, pulling away and squeezing her shoulders. I kept in an excited squeal as I felt a rush of happiness for Alyssa. She finally got the one she really wanted. It turned out that they had been seeing each other now that they were working so closely. It just felt right seeing them so happy.

And my happiness? Let’s just say I’m 100% content with life right now. I haven’t properly spoken to Willam yet. We’ve said a few things at the station like when we’re in meetings we share comments on ideas. And sometimes she’ll ask if I want tea to which I don’t turn my nose up at her but gratefully accept. I don’t know where we stand right now. But I’m happy with the way things are.

Adore comes around my place religiously. She says it’s because she likes hanging out with me, but I know the other reason is because of Bailey. Most of our days consist of sitting on the living room floor, talking about random things while playing with my puppy. I love Adore’s company. She’s so quick and witty which never fails to make me laugh. I’m glad she exists. Everyone thank the lord for Adore.

“Courtney?”

“Sorry. What?” I snap out of my train of thought looking to Adore who’s being attacked with kisses from Bailey.

“I said let’s go to the mall and play hide and seek.” She proposes.

Am I a child or a 30 year old woman?

Yes.

“Sounds great.”

-_-_-_-

Adore and I giggle like two idiots as we walk around the large shopping mall. Alaska is looking after Bailey just so we can play hide and seek in such a large space. What dorks. But honestly, it sounds fun right? Again. Thank the lord for Adore.

“OK, bitch!” Adore practically shouts feeling very obnoxious (but in a good way.) “I’m gonna go hide now. Gimme a minute before you come looking for me.”

“A minute??” I exclaim.

“Yeah. Maybe 2. Have you seen the size of this place?” Adore’s eyes widen as she looks around.

“OK. I’ll be in that store over there. I’m giving you 2 minutes. Better make it count.” I smile mischievously.

“Oh, I will! I already know where I’m hiding.” She laughs taking a few steps away.

“1..2…” I begin.

And she’s off. Literally running and trying to dodge the people. I shake my head and laugh quietly at the immaturity we possess.

I wander around the clothes shop about 2 minutes, admiring the items on display. After the 2 minutes is up, I’m on the hunt.

Now, if I was Adore…where would I hide? Maybe her favourite clothes shop? Nah, too easy. Well she could be hiding behind the clothes. No, too obvious. Maybe somewhere big. Some difficult to find anyone.

…

IKEA!

I make my way to the store, determined she will be there. Why wouldn’t you hide in IKEA? Yes, it’s predictable but difficult to find anyone. I mean, how many times have you seen a parent looking for their lost kid in IKEA.

I search around the display rooms, looking in every shower and cupboard. So far no where to be seen. Yep, this was definitely hard. There are so many display rooms. Would she choose one that she likes? Or would that be too obvious. What about one absolutely terrible looking? Or is that also too obvious.

I continue looking around the store, getting strange looks from shoppers as I inspect the display rooms carefully. After a few minutes, I’ve found her. There’s a bed covered in a red satin sheets and clearly there is a person underneath. I cautiously approach the bed making sure there’s no peek holes she could be spying from in order to plan an escape. Oh my gosh, it sounds like I’m a kidnapper or something.

I grab the top of the covers and pull back hard to reveal that it indeed was Adore. She yelped out in surprise and covered her form with her arms.

“Get out of my room, you heathen! I am without clothing!” She practically shouts.

I laugh and shush her looking around to see a few people shaking their heads. “People are going to approach us.”

“Well who wouldn’t wanna approach us, man.” Adore giggles pulling me down on the bed beside her. “Two very good looking women in a red satin bed is a fucking magical attraction in my opinion.”

I laugh and playfully slap her hands off of me. “Come on, let’s get out of here fast!”

“Hey!”

My ears prick up as we both turn our heads to the abrupt voice. Oh shit. A member of staff.

“What do you think you two are doing?? Get out of that bed and get the hell outta here before I call mall security.” He threatens with a pointed tone.

I hastily get off the bed with a face red with embarrassment. But honestly I’m also dying laughing.

“Fine.” Adore sulks standing up. I try to make the bed again as Adore continues to talk to the man. “Me and my newly wed wifey will just go else where to find our new bed. Come on, Courtney.”

She extends her hand to me which I take and walk away as people just shake their heads.

“Oh my God. We just got kicked out of IKEA.” I speak in a quiet voice as exit the store.

“I know. How punk rock.” Adore laughs aloud. She let’s go of my hand and turns to me. “OK, you’re turn to hide now.”

“You really wanna keep playing after what just happened?”

“Yeah, duh! I’m giving you 2 minutes.”

“Are you sure we should?”

“1…2…3…” Adore smiles as she begins to count.

All I can do is smirk as I run from her. I try to think of a place to hide. But I can’t stop thinking about the fact we just got kicked out of IKEA for testing a bed. I swear being with Adore, you just forget about what everyone else thinks. It’s good to let yourself go sometimes.

The smell of coffee hits my nostrils and it smells so good. I look around and find a Starbucks. How long has it been since Adore started counting? Better hide now than worry about being caught too early. I make my way inside, sitting at a two person table that just so happens to have a newspaper laying there. I hold the paper up pretending to read. While I wait, I feel nervous about being caught at any moment. Ever get that feeling while playing hide and seek when your stomach is in a knot and you don’t want to breathe. That’s me right now.

I hear the seat in front of me pull out. A bag is placed on the table. How could she possibly have found me already??

“What’s with the paper cover up? You got a zit or herpes, girl?”

My newspaper flies down at the sound of the familiar voice. It’s not Adore. It’s Willam.

“Oh, no.” I reply nervously tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’m just…hiding.”

Willam looks around cautiously. “From who?”

“Oh, just Adore.” I stifle a laugh. “We’re playing hide and seek.”

“Really? Sounds great. So she’s looking for you right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, maybe I should go sit somewhere else before I make it obvious where you are.” Willam says as she begins to stand up.

I don’t let her get too far though. My hand shoots out and grabs hers. “Wait a second.”

Willam looks puzzled for a few seconds before sitting down again.

I just look at her for a while, thinking of something to say. I open my mouth but close it again. And repeat the action again. I guess it’s best to come right out with it. “I just want to let you know that I forgive you, Willam.”

“Really?” Her eyes widen as she looks bewildered.

“Yeah, the past few weeks I’ve felt happier in just living my life as it happens. I needed to stop feeling so sorry for myself and get on with things. And when we started talking again at the station, maybe not a lot but…it just felt things were back to normal. And it makes me happy. But I just want you to know up front that I accept your apology and can move on from what happened.”

Willam sighs out relief. “Well thank God. I kinda still thought you were mad at me and didn’t really know what to do. I thought we were doing that 'lets-be-civil’ bullshit. But I’m glad.”

“Maybe we can just see what happened as a learning experience from now on.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Willam smiles to which I smile back. “Thanks, Court’.”

“No problem.” I reply. “So- -”

“There you are!”

Adore is now standing beside us at the table. “I looked forever man. I thought you’d be in the pet store or Victoria’s Secret.” She then looks to Willam. “Oh hey, girl.”

“Evening.” Willam replies. “To be honest I’d probably see Courtney hiding somewhere difficult like a parking lot.”

I curse as the idea didn’t even cross my mind.

“Oh me too. But you’d find me either smoking weed or offering services.” Adore laughed.

“Count me in then.” I say rolling my eyes at the thought of it.

“And me too.” Willam agrees.

“How about you join us, man.” Adore offers Willam. “When was the last time you played extreme hide and seek?”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of hungover and need a coffee.” Willam replies.

“Oh come on it’ll be fun!” I whine giving Willam puppy dog eyes.

“Guys, I know I live my life on the edge but I’m not 10.” Willam retorts.

Adore and I look to each other, smirking. And then back to Willam.

“1…2…3…” We chant in unison.

A smirk creeps onto Willam’s face as she shakes her head. “Goddammit.”

And with that she gets up and quickly leaves the cafe out of our sight.

“I feel like she’s gonna be really good at hiding. Let’s give her one minute to hide.” I suggest.

“OK, I won’t tell her if you wont.” Adore says sitting down.

Adore and I discuss the possibilities of where Willam would choose as her hiding space and I smile all the while. Not just because of the current situation but also because of the overwhelming sense of relief. That remaining sense of sadness can finally leave my body as I breathe out. And it’s so uplifting. And now is the time for a new chapter in my life to begin. No more searching for someone who I believe is the only one when there are so many more opportunities out there waiting. No more being fooled by an emotion that tricks me into behaving like someone who I am not. No more thoughts of life being over in moments of heartbreak. No more negativity.

I guess this is the end to my infinite search for love and the beginning to living life as it happens. Who knows what will happen? I could find my true love tomorrow – next week – next year. I’ll never know. But I just got to wait. And while I wait, I’ll make sure to live life to the fullest.

AN: The end…?

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“kiss me beneath the milky twilight” is also a well written noco fic on ao3. a bit out of character and a little smutty, but not to the point where it’s painful, but of course that’s subjective. the story starts from after the events of island with noah and cody at the playa and goes all the way till the end of world tour.

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Weight Loss Surgery: A Cautionary Lapband Tale

I made the choice to get weight loss surgery. When this occurs, I expected the machines at about 305lbs. Our reasons, as any person faced with this decision may agree, were my own. I also made several problems at this time and those I think need addressing. The biggest were: my choice to have the surgery in my hometown and the surgery I chose. I live in a town of 100,000+. The Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex area is about three hours away. There was an office of physicians in my own community newly released as performing weightloss surgery, but only two: the Lap Band and Gastric Bypass. I investigated both surgeries and had a few ideas about each, but desired to consult with a doctor within this office prior to making my final choice. I did consider the Lap Band could possibly be it for me though as it’s reversible as well as a less significant selection compared to bypass (so far as having my composition cutup and re-planted together and experiencing troubles like the likelihood of seeking gallbladder surgery, “dumping problem,” and malabsorption problems.) My step-sister chose to have a bypass within the metroplex area before I had my method and was delighted being a clam regarding the whole point - I wish I’d followed her lead. I met with the doctor. I had been asked what insurance I had (Federal Blue Cross Blue Shield) and what process I would like. I told them I’d like to examine my choices along with the physician did a brief run-down of every, however the attitude of the visit was very much “Why did you come here if you didn’t know?” I opted for Panel-Band… once I should really have opted for another physician, but the Lap-Band needs frequent followup sessions for fills (adding water in to the group via a slot beneath the skin so that you can maintain the band’s rigidity across the belly and stimulate weight loss.) I wanted in order to get this preservation within my hometown and never travel for three hours each time I must be seen. I was okay with the prospect of slower weight loss since - after spending nearly all of my life in Weight Watchers - I believed gradual weight loss was more prone to similar permanent weight loss. The next time I noticed my physician was your day of the procedure.

I was later told this can be what’s named being a “heartbeat with insurance.” I'd the procedure 01/14/09. There was no psych consult, no diet beforehand, no ending up in a nutritionist or exercise consultant - I was informed “eh, if you don’t enjoy it, consider it out!“. My last stable food and carbonated beverage was 01/12/09. The surgery was a day surgery. I had been put under, the group was inserted, I was taken to recover, gently hit conscious, taken to radiology, designed to do an upper GI and swallow contrast material in order that they can scan me and ensure everything was okay. This made me begin to retch which caused one of my surgical sites to reopen. I bled all over the ground - I still possess the bloodstained clothes. I had been fixed back up and sent home. For the first twenty four hours, I had been sailing. I was still high on whatever they gave me in the hospital in addition to the Twilight sleep spot behind my head that was set there to avoid the inevitable nausea I get after being sedated. Next? I was in hell. I joked about needing a Clockwork Orange Diet - one where I encounter real discomfort or distress at the notion of eating because I figured that’s in what it'd try get me to improve my ways because I love eating THAT much. Well, be mindful what you want for… I vomited constantly. I was more upset than I have previously experienced my life. I got my pain medicine which made it worse. The worst part? I was still ravenously hungry. The Lap Band had no effect whatsoever on that. I needed nothing more than to consume and even the broths and sauces I ate made me throw up. The whole time I was throwing up, I had been terrified I was planning to fall my band (trigger the band to move which might cause the wrong type of constraint - tales I find out about this online said that those who did this couldn’t possibly swallow their own spit afterward.) Band slippage often requires additional surgery to correct and I had been in enough discomfort not to ever want surgery again. I will remember my Mother coming to visit me now and me crying and simply saying something similar to, “What have I accomplished? If you had been even considering this, don’t do it.” My husband called the doctor to report how sick I was to the level we thought something was wrong. They shrugged it off. We called again. The doctor finally admitted maybe it had been my pain medicine. Sure enough, I had codeine sensitivity and things were only a little better after I stopped getting the medicine, BUT instead of offering to replace it with another thing, I had been advised to consider liquid Tylenol… that we gave up on since it didn’t help a little. So just about I did so the vast majority of my recovery with no pain management whatsoever $6. Besides being physically uncomfortable, I had been instantly also up against a very true experience like mental torture. Struggling to rest or get comfy, I resigned myself to the sofa and watched TV throughout the day. You don’t understand how much food there's on TV and soon you can’t have any. My husband could come home from work and that I would just cry. I’d list everything I saw and what everybody ate: a detective show with snacks, a sitcom with delectable cereal being nonchalantly consumed immediately from your box. It was suffering. I don’t honestly remember the post-surgery diet I was on. I believe it had been a week of clear liquids, fourteen days of total (milky), fourteen days of comfortable and regular food as tolerated. I’m not 100% sure though. I was scheduled for my first followup. I believe it was initially I quit the house, wore garments, etc. I still felt like death. I introduced myself inside the surgeon’s office, looking and feeling like death and he said ‘well done.’ I wondered if he was also considering me. A buddy got me out of the house after week two, but I still felt terrible. Basically it was just a sofa vacation, from languishing on my couch to languishing on hers for an evening. I took two weeks removed from work whole. “They” will say you often will go back to work after one, but in the event there were difficulties, I needed extra-time to feel better - boy, am I glad I took that much. Even when I was actually strong enough after Week One, emotionally was another story - I would have gone ballistic on everyone the first time somebody earned a take out hamburger for lunch. I continued going in to see the doctor for band fills. We didn’t examine my treatment solution or just how many floods I might need - initially I didn’t also experience any variation whilst the band tightened. He just kept telling me ahead in. I'll attempt to summarize since I don’t really remember in what order things occurred after this point. The nearly 36 months I'd the group were one of the most unhappy of my life. Our band never fallen or eroded, but I still experienced pain, distress and almost constant nausea. Anytime I am asked today in what I experienced, I reply the group is “medically handled bulimia” - and that I have the ruined esophagus to prove it. Here are some things I hope I'd known: 1. The band doesn’t make sense Your stomach is not a sealed box. It’s similar to a sieve. The whole purpose the Lap-Band is meant to work is because the location of your belly that triggers feelings of fullness which it conveys to your mind is close to the top. The band cinches up your belly to make a tiny pre-belly pouch that you're purported to complete with food that will trick this location into early thoughts of depth. My surgeon told me the whole purpose of eating will be to take pencil eraser-sized attacks and delay UNITS in between each. You ought to get so “bored with eating, you receive up and go do something different instead.” (Yea, tell someone who feels like she is starving to death to sit before food and take pencil eraser-sized bites. That'll surely work.) So tell me this: you often follow this process and pulverize your food to the stage that it moves right through the band and beats the purpose or you take big enough hits that you just do refill your pouch, but are then in pain when you experience each bit of poorly chewed food try to go through your stoma (your new starting from stomach pouch to normal belly. I call it having “food babies.” the 1st time I experienced the feeling of eating something too large to comfortably go through this beginning, it felt like the worst ice cream headache ever. in my stomach!) 2. To the majority of doctors, you are what I had been: a heartbeat with insurance Specialists receive money for performing surgery NOT for aftercare. It is likely that great your doctor will probably LEAVE YOU. Hey, should you get have surgery in Mexico, you most likely won’t get any aftercare in any way! Which leads me to another location fun fact I hope I'd have identified: 3. If your doctor leaves, NO BODY WILL TOUCH YOU. My doctor left town and took his entire office with him inside a year of my surgery. This left my city high and dry. There was no one around who would also go near me. This made it extra fun once I finished up “obstructed” (the group squeezed my belly completely closed for no reason whatsoever - I was struggling to eat or drink something) and in the IM of a week after he pulled up levels. The first reaction of the ER was “go away, we don’t know anything about what you've,” nevertheless it was a three day weekend and that I literally had nowhere else to turn and so I actually had to go them through how to consider liquid out of my band and so I might have some relief. I searched physicians in just a THREE HUNDRED MILE distance and was either rejected like a new individual even though I might produce my operative statement which revealed there were no troubles with my surgery, or was cited a ridiculous “New Patient Fee” of anywhere from several hundred a number of THOUSAND dollars. 4. Your insurance means nothing If you end up within the place used to do, abandoned by your physician with no body else inside your city or out who'll help you, congratulations: you have now entered the world of cash-for-support! It doesn’t matter that I have amazing insurance that taken care of virtually something I needed, with no physician to get my insurance, I was SOL. I resorted to go-between. A silly middleman company that required money up front and contacted a network of services near me (I applied Austin mostly - the quack in Irving hurt me worse looking to give me a fill than I’ve likely actually been injured because location before) to secure a meeting to get me a fill. I had to utilize this support repeatedly to secure fills to get me back-up towards the stage I had been at prior to the ER had taken some out when I was hindered. 5. You are at the band’s mercy Your Lab-Group employs no preset rules. It's also suffering from things completely beyond your handle like atmospheric pressure. I'm greatly a person of practice and might consider the exact same similar Lean Cuisine food to benefit lunch every day. I may have no difficulty whatsoever eating it or -2-3 days-out of five- I would put it up. I was also told inflammation and water retention within my period may and would make the band cinch itself up. The group can be an implanted medical device. Believe meticulously about all of the ads you see on Television: “Call 1-800-fat-sttlmet4u if you've had any of the following… Lawyer Steve will struggle for you!” If something goes wrong with it, you face more unwanted effects or surgery. Our group actually had a recall putout on it not too long after I got it: a little piece used to video the port’s tubing and maintain it from getting kinked up could come undone and cause said kinkage to take place. The very best part: the recall was for artists not already introduced. For me who previously had it? “Don’t worry. Take no action. You’re probably fine.” The worst thing I concerned about was getting obstructed again with no one to assist me. Since my favorite move to make is worry and worry, I instantly thought of among my favorite books/movies: “The Stand.” There was an entire chapter in the book devoted to individuals who might have survived the plague when they hadn’t done x/y/z (ruptured appendix, fell off motorcycle and cracked skull, etc) and gotten killed. I quickly put myself within this type: the entire world ends, I survive, except my stomach squeezes automatically closed and that I starve to death. 6. You may still make all of the wrong choices What no one explained and that I failed to learn in my research about the band is: the group is just a software for weight loss, yes, but it’s an unhealthy one. As your stomach is intact, you can still grow it. The quack I mentioned before in Irving mentioned a patient he was seeing who managed to stretch out his bag to date that the upper GI revealed that his body simply mirrored his intact stomach BELOW the group (one stomach, then lapband, then the other stomach.) There's also something called “soft calorie syndrome,” where your group could possibly be too limited (a situation my physician had me perpetually existing in before he left.) You are physically struggling to create the “right” possibilities as it pertains to food as the right choices hurt. It never ceased to impress me how I was suddenly restricted in this regard after the band. I got to where I'd endless desires for salad since I hadn’t eaten a salad virtually the complete time I had been banded. The greens were a no-no for me and could get caught and irritate me till I threw up. This sort of irritation can also be what could cause potential obstruction since I’d get swollen. You begin making choices that are simple and not right - high calorie, creamy, fatty sauces, milkshakes, icecream - items that are easy-to eat since they fall through the group and don’t cause any pain or discomfort. 7. You can still achieve everything back I guess I knew about this potential, but I didn’t desire to contemplate it. In general, I lost about 70lbs with the band all together. To be honest: because it didn’t impact my hunger whatsoever, all it did was delay the inevitable. Every single food and eating relevant wish was still there, I had been just physically struggling to show it. The month the ER did a partial un-load as a result of congestion? Yea, I gained 20lbs. I dropped it again after I got re-tightened, but it showed me the score. I was probably just about 10 or 15 pounds up when I finally decided to create a change. I joined Weight Watchers for your thousandth time and started counting and following - anything I ought to have done since Day-One with the group. I don’t understand what I had been thinking. I was told lots of things about what the group was allowed to be and there were also a lot of things that I will did that I didn’t. * * * And so I was un-banded (disbanded?) on Dec 6th (RIP Lappy 01/14/09 - 12/06/11) and plumped for the gastric sleeve. I knew that when I didn’t get another form of surgery - for all my exercising and good intentions - without that safetynet, I'd still be back up past 300 in a year.

My experience was the exact opposite of the Lapband in almost any way. I'm amazing and wish I acquired the sleeve to start with and didn’t waste nearly 36 months in anguish, but what’s the cliché? Hindsight is always 20/20. The sleeve was still being polished like a strategy back then and so I may not have been as satisfied with after that it when I am now-so - here’s another one for you - everything happens at its own time as well as for a unique reason, I suppose. I began writing this like a comparison of every knowledge (hence the prolonged URL), but I noticed I had much too much to write so the gastric sleeve will need to have a unique hub later. I do quite definitely know this IS one person’s experience. There are lots of others available who love their Lap-Bands and have had wonderful experience with them. I simply wanted to let you know what happened to me just in case you're making a fat loss surgery decision today an Become familiar with more about Centralia Orthognathic Surgeons

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Weight Loss Surgery: A Cautionary Lapband Story

I made the decision to own fat loss surgery. At that time, I tipped the machines at about 305lbs. Our reasons, as any person up against this decision will agree, were my own. I also made several errors at this time and those I think need addressing. The greatest were: my alternative to have the surgery in my own neighborhood along with the surgery I chose. I reside in a village of 100,000+. The Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex area is roughly three hours away. There is an office of doctors in my own area recently announced as performing weightloss surgery, but just two: the Lap Band and Gastric Bypass. I researched both operations and had ideas about each, but wanted to consult a doctor in this office prior to making my final choice. Used to do think the Lap Band could possibly be it for me though as it’s reversible plus a less significant choice than the bypass (so far as having my structure cutup and re-sown together and experiencing troubles such as the possibility of requiring gallbladder surgery, “dumping syndrome,” and malabsorption problems.) Our step sister thought we would have a bypass inside the metroplex area prior to I had my procedure and was happy as being a clam concerning the whole thing - I hope I’d followed her lead. I met with the physician. I was asked what insurance I'd (Federal Blue Cross Blue Shield) and what treatment I would like. I told them I’d want to examine my choices and the doctor did a brief run-down of each, however the perspective of the visit was very much “Why did you come here if you didn’t already know?” I plumped for Panel-Band… after I should have chosen another physician, but the Lapband needs frequent follow up visits for floods (injecting liquid to the band using a slot beneath the skin in order to keep up with the band’s tightness round the stomach and induce weight loss.) I needed in order to seek this maintenance in my hometown rather than generate for three hours everytime I must be seen. I had been okay with all the probability of slower weight loss since - after spending most of my living in Weight Watchers - I knew slow weight loss was more likely to similar permanent weight reduction. The next time I found my surgeon was the day of the process.

I was later told this is what’s named being a “heartbeat with insurance.” I had the process 01/14/09. There is no psych consult, no diet beforehand, no meeting with a dietician or exercise consultant - I was informed “eh, should you don’t enjoy it, consider it out!“. My last solid food and carbonated beverage was 01/12/09. The surgery was a day surgery. I had been put under, the band was inserted, I was taken up to recover, lightly smacked alert, taken to radiology, made to do an upper GI and swallow contrast material in order that they might scan me and be sure everything was okay. This made me begin to retch which caused among my surgical sites to reopen. I bled all over the floor - I still have the bloodstained clothes. I was fixed backup and sent home. For the first twenty four hours, I was sailing. I was still on top of whatever they gave me in the hospital as well as the Twilight sleep patch behind my hearing that was set there to avoid the inevitable sickness I get after being sedated. Next? I was in hell. I joked about needing a Clockwork Orange Diet - one where I experience real pain or discomfort at the idea of eating since I decided that’s in what it would take to get me to improve my ways because I love eating THAT much. Well, be cautious what you wish for… I vomited constantly. I was more upset than I have ever experienced my life. I got my pain medicine and that made it worse. The worst part? I was still ravenously hungry. The Lap-Band had no impact whatsoever on that. I wanted nothing more than to eat as well as the broths and sauces I ate made me throw up. The complete time I was sickness, I was terrified I had been going to get my band (cause the group to maneuver which may cause the wrong type of constraint - reports I learn about this online stated that individuals who did this couldn’t also swallow their own spit afterward.) Band slippage often requires additional surgery to improve and I was already in enough pain not to ever want surgery again. I can remember my Mother visiting visit me at this time and me crying and simply saying something like, “What have I completed? If you were also considering this, don’t do it.” My husband called the physician to record how sick I was to the level we thought something was wrong. They shrugged it off. We called again. The doctor finally mentioned maybe it had been my pain medication. Sure enough, I had codeine sensitivity and points were just a little better after I stopped taking the medication, but rather of giving to replace it with something different, I was instructed to consider liquid Tylenol… that I quit on as it didn’t help somewhat. So just about used to do the majority of my healing without any pain management whatsoever $6. Besides being physically sore, I had been instantly also confronted with an extremely true experience like mental pain. Struggling to rest or get comfortable, I resigned myself to the sofa and watched TV all day. You don’t know how much food there is on Television before you can’t have any. My husband would come home from work and I would just cry. I’d list everything I saw and what everyone ate: a detective show with snacks, a show with delicious cereal being nonchalantly enjoyed straight in the field. It was suffering. I don’t actually remember the post surgery diet I was on. I believe it was per week of clear fluids, two weeks of complete (milky), fourteen days of smooth then usual food as tolerated. I’m not 100% sure though. I was appointed for my first follow-up. I think it was the first time I quit the home, used clothes, etc. I still felt like death. I offered myself within the surgeon’s office, seeking and feeling like death and he said ‘well done.’ I wondered if he was perhaps considering me. A friend got me from the home after week two, but I still felt horrible. Basically it was merely a chair holiday, from languishing on my sofa to languishing on hers for an evening. I got fourteen days removed from work whole. “They” will say you can probably go back to work after one, but in the event there have been complications, I wanted extra time to feel better - son, am I glad I took that much. Even if I was physically strong enough after Week-One, mentally was another story - I'd have gone ballistic on everybody the very first time somebody earned a take out hamburger for lunch. I continued planning to view the surgeon for band fills. We didn’t discuss my treatment plan or exactly how many floods I may need - at first I didn’t even experience any distinction whilst the band tightened. He just kept telling me to come back in. I'll attempt to sum up since I don’t actually remember in what order things happened next point. The almost three years I had the group were essentially the most miserable of my life. Our band never slipped or eroded, but I still experienced pain, distress and almost constant nausea. Anytime I am asked today about what I went through, I answer the group is “medically controlled bulimia” - and I have the damaged esophagus to prove it. Here are a few things I wish I had identified: 1. The band doesn’t make sense Your stomach is not a sealed container. It’s similar to a sieve. The entire reason the Lapband is meant to work is because the region of your belly that causes emotions of volume which it communicates for your head is near the top. The band cinches up your stomach to make a tiny pre-stomach pouch that you're purported to fill with food that can trick this region into early thoughts of fullness. My doctor said the entire goal of eating is to take pencil eraser-sized bites and wait UNITS inbetween each. You ought to get so “bored with eating, you get up and go do something else instead.” (Yea, tell somebody who is like she is starving to death to sit down before food and take pencil eraser-sized bites. Which will certainly work.) So tell me this: you possibly follow this process and pulverize your food to the stage that it falls directly through the band and beats the purpose or you take big enough attacks that you do fill your sack, but are then in pain while you feel each piece of poorly chewed food attempt to pass through your stoma (your new opening from stomach pouch to regular belly. I call it having “food babies.” the initial time I experienced the sensation of eating something too large to comfortably move across this opening, it felt such as the worst ice cream headache ever. in my stomach!) 2. To the majority of specialists, you're what I was: a heartbeat with insurance Doctors receive money for doing surgery NOT for aftercare. It is likely that excellent your doctor is going to LEAVE YOU. Hi, should you go have surgery in Mexico, you almost certainly won’t get any aftercare in any way! That leads me to the next fun fact I hope I'd have known: 3. If your doctor leaves, NO ONE WILL TOUCH YOU. My surgeon left town and took his whole office with him within a year of my surgery. This left my city high and dry. There was no one in town who'd also go near me. This made it extra fun when I finished up “obstructed” (the group packed my stomach completely shut for no reason whatsoever - I had been not able to eat or drink anything) as well as in the IM of a week after he pulled up levels. The first result of the ER was “go away, we don’t learn something in what you have,” but it was a three day weekend and I actually had nowhere else to turn and so I actually needed to walk them through how to consider water out of my group so I might have some relief. I searched physicians within a THREE HUNDRED MILE radius and was often declined being a new individual even though I could generate my surgical report which revealed there were no problems with my surgery, or was estimated a ridiculous “New Patient Fee” of anywhere from several hundred to several THOUSAND dollars. 4. Your insurance means nothing If you end up in the situation used to do, abandoned by your doctor and with no one else within your area or out who will allow you to, congratulations: you have now joined the planet of cash-for-service! It doesn’t matter that I've amazing insurance that paid for pretty much anything I needed, with no physician to take my insurance, I had been SOL. I turned to go between. A ridiculous intermediary service that necessary money up front and contacted a community of services near me (I applied Austin primarily - the quack in Irving hurt me worse trying to give me a fill than I’ve probably ever been hurt because situation before) to secure an appointment to have me a fill. I had to utilize this support many times to secure fills to get me back-up for the amount I was at before the ER had taken some out once I was obstructed. 5. You are at the band’s mercy Your Research-Group employs no predetermined rules. It's also afflicted with points completely outside your handle like atmospheric pressure. I'm quite definitely a beast of routine and might take the exact same similar Lean Cuisine meal to work with lunch every day. I might haven't any difficulty whatsoever eating it or -two to three days out of five- I might throw it up. I was also told swelling and water retention within my period may and would create the group cinch itself up. The group can be an implanted medical device. Think very carefully about most of the advertisements you notice on TV: “Call 1-800-fat-sttlmet4u if you have had the following… Attorney Steve will fight for you!” If anything goes wrong with it, you face more unwanted effects or surgery. My band really had a recall released on it not too long after I got it: just a little item used to show the port’s tubing and maintain it from getting kinked up could come undone and cause stated kinkage to take place. The top part: the recall was for groups not already placed. For me who previously had it? “Don’t worry. Take no action. You’re probably fine.” The worst thing I focused on was getting obstructed again without one to assist me. Since the best action to take is worry and worry, I immediately considered one of my personal favorite books/videos: “The Stand.” there is a complete part in the book devoted to those who would have survived the trouble when they hadn’t done x/b/z (ruptured appendix, dropped off motorcycle and broken head, etc) and gotten killed. I quickly put myself within this category: the planet ends, I survive, except my stomach squeezes spontaneously shut and I starve to death. 6. You can still make every one of the wrong choices What no one told me and that I failed to learn in my own study about the band is: the band is just a resource for weight reduction, yes, but it’s a poor one. Since your stomach is intact, you may still stretch it. The quack I mentioned before in Irving stated someone he was seeing who was able to stretch out his pouch to date that the upper GI revealed that his pouch only returned his intact stomach BELOW the band (one stomach, then lapband, then the other stomach.) There's also something called “soft calorie syndrome,” where your group might actually be too small (circumstances my physician had me constantly existing in before he left.) You are physically struggling to create the “right” alternatives when it comes to food as the right choices hurt. It never stopped to amaze me how I was suddenly confined in this regard following the group. I got to where I'd endless cravings for salad since I hadn’t enjoyed a salad pretty much the entire time I was banded. The vegetables were a no no for me and would get trapped and irritate me until I put up. This type of irritation can be what would cause possible obstruction since I’d get swollen. You begin making choices that are easy and not right - high-calorie, creamy, fatty sauces, milkshakes, icecream - items that are easy-to eat since they get through the group and don’t cause any pain or discomfort. 7. You can still achieve everything back I guess I knew about that potential, but I didn’t need to think about it. Overall, I dropped about 70lbs with the band all together. The truth is: as it didn’t impact my hunger whatsoever, all it did was delay the inevitable. Every single food and eating associated wish was still there, I had been just physically struggling to express it. The month the ER did a partial un-fill because of congestion? Yea, I gained 20lbs. I lost it again after I got re-tightened, however it showed me the score. I was probably just about 10 or 15 lbs up when I finally decided to produce a change. I joined Weight Watchers for the thousandth time and began checking and following - anything I ought to have done since Day One with the band. I don’t understand what I had been thinking. I was told a great deal of reasons for what the band was said to be and there were also a lot of things that I will did that I didn’t. * * * Therefore I was un-banded (disbanded?) on Dec 6th (RIP Lappy 01/14/09 - 12/06/11) and chosen the gastric sleeve. I knew that when I didn’t get another type of surgery - for all my training and good intentions - without that safetynet, I would nevertheless be back up past 300 in a year.

Our experience was the exact opposite of the Lapband in pretty much every way. I'm amazing and wish I got the sleeve to start with and didn’t waste nearly 3 years in agony, but what’s the motto? Hindsight is always 20/20. The sleeve was still being enhanced being a strategy in the past so I may not happen to be as satisfied with it then as I am now-so - here’s a different one for you - everything happens at a unique time as well as for its cause, I suppose. I began writing this as a comparison of each knowledge (hence the extensive URL), but I noticed I'd much too much to create and so the gastric sleeve will need to have a unique center later. I do greatly know that this IS SIMPLY one person’s experience. There are lots of other folks outthere who love their Lap Bands and have had excellent experience together. I simply wanted to let you know what happened tome in case you are creating a weight reduction surgery decision right now an Become familiar with more about Centralia Orthognathic Surgery