#I'm worried about him sometimes; he's been working full time since he was 15

[greppelheks]

These days I'm mostly realizing I'm getting older because I'm suddenly looking after my parents more and more often, now that they're getting more vulnerable with age.

[wolverigrl]

Hormonal

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

A/N: I can't anymore with this man. I'm not quite sure with this part, bit I still you enjoy it!

Warnings: mentions of Body Dysmorphic Order, angsty, a bit of fluff

Enjoy!

Previous Part

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It had been almost two years since Hugh and I started dating, and life had finally settled into a wonderful routine. After the initial whirlwind of being labeled Hollywood's Power Couple, the constant media attention had finally calmed down. But even though the paparazzi had shifted their focus to new drama, we were still very much the couple that people looked up to - whether we liked it or not.

Hugh and I had been filming The Greatest Showman together, and it had been a dream come true for both of us. Playing Charity Barnum alongside him as P.T. Barnum was not only a professional highlight but a personal one. Every day, we got to share scenes, rehearse, and spend quality time together on set.

I'd also gotten close to his kids, Oscar, who was 15, and Ava, who was 10. Oscar was a typical teenager - sometimes distant but warm when it mattered. We bonded over our shared love for movies and music, and I had taken him to a few smaller premieres, which was pretty cool for him. Ava, on the other hand, was full of energy, always dragging me into whatever creative project she had going on. She loved to ask me about the costumes on set, always asking if I could sneak her something "cool" from the wardrobe department. We'd grown really close, and I adored being part of their lives.

Even Hugh's ex-wife, Deborra, had been nothing but gracious. I was worried about how our relationship might affect things with her, but she was kind and supportive from the start. We'd even had a few chats over coffee, which eased any awkwardness. There was no competition or resentment - just a shared love for Hugh and the kids.

But lately, something had shifted inside me. It started with the paparazzi photos. They had caught me in unflattering poses or oversized sweaters, and suddenly, the media was speculating that I might be pregnant.

One morning, while Hugh was making coffee, I decided to make light of the rumors.

I sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through my phone and looking at the latest article headline: 'Is y/n pregnant? Signs Point to Yes!' I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, babe." said casually, glancing at him as he poured his coffee, "Apparently I'm Pregnant."

Hugh, mid-sip, immediately choked on his coffee, sputtering as he tried to regain his composure. "What?" he coughed out, his eyes wide in shock before a laugh escaped him. "What are you talking about?"

I snickered, showing him the article. "According to the tabloids, we're expecting!"

Hugh’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but then he tilted his head, a hint of concern creeping into his expression. “Well, your period’s still coming, though... right?”

I froze. The smile on my face faltered for a moment, and I realized, in that split second, that my period hadn’t come. It was late. Very late. I hadn’t even thought about it properly until now.

I must’ve looked shocked, because Hugh’s smile faded slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Right?”

I snapped out of it quickly, forcing a nod. “Yeah, of course. It’s just late.”

He stared at me for a moment, searching my face as if trying to figure out if I was serious. Then, with that signature Hugh charm, he broke into a grin, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.

"How do they come up with this stuff?" He came over and kissed the top of my head. "You think they'd run out of things to speculate about?"

I laughed along, but something about the rumors hit closer to home than I was letting on. My body had changed recently. Despite working out regularly and eating well, I had gained a little weight. It wasn't much, but enough to make me feel insecure. And with the tabloids dissecting every detail of my appearance, it had started to eat away at me.

Hugh didn't seem to notice - or, if he did, he never mentioned it. He was as loving and affectionate as ever, but for the last few weeks, I had started pulling away from him, especially when things got intimate. I couldn't help but think about my body every time his hands roamed over my skin. I wasn't the woman I was when we first met, and I hated that it was getting to me.

That night, after we'd finished filming, we finally had some quiet, time together. Hugh was in a playful mood, and as we curled up on the couch, a glass of wine in my hand, I could feel him inching closer. His fingers brushed lightly along my thigh, and I leaned into him, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine.

"I miss this, love." he murmured against my ear, his voice deep and sultry. His lips trailed soft kisses along my neck, and I shivered under his touch. His hand slowly slipping under my shirt, inching up toward my skin.

My breath hitched, and for a moment, I wanted to lose myself in him. But as his hand started to lift my shirt, I tensed

"Hugh.." I whispered, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

He slightly pulled back, his brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" I swallowed hard, unable to meet his eyes. "I can't right now."

His frustration was palpable as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. "You've been pulling away from me for weeks, y/n. Every time I try to be close to you, you shut me out."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them away, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not you." I said quietly. "It's me."

Hugh sighed, his expression softening as he reached for my hand. "Then tell me. Talk to me. What's going on?"

I hesitated, my heart racing in my chest. I didn't want to burden him with my insecurities, but I couldn't keep bottling it up either.

"I've gained weight." I admitted in a small voice, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. "I've been working out, eating right, doing everything I'm supposed to, and my body's still changing. I feel.. different. And every time you touch me, l just.. I don't feel like myself."

Hugh's face softened as he pulled me into his arms. "Y/n." he whispered, his voice full of love, "you're beautiful and I don't care if your body changes. I love you, all of you. always will."

Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I buried my face in his chest, grateful for his warmth, his understanding. "I know." I whispered, my voice breaking. "But it's hard. The media the comments, the expectations.. just don't feel like I measure up anymore."

Hugh tilted my chin up, his eyes locked with mine. "You don't have to measure up to anything. You're enough, y/n. You've always been enough."

I nodded, wiping my tears away. His words brought comfort, but the insecurities still lingered in the back of my mind. I knew I had to work through them, but having Hugh by my side made it feel a little less scary.

The next morning I woke up feeling lighter as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I decided to take control of the narrative. If people were going to speculate about my body, I will be the one to set the record straight.

I grabbed my phone and took a deep breath before snapping a photo of myself in my workout clothes. I wasn't hiding anything. No filters, no posing to hide the weight I'd gained. Just me, as I was.

I opened Instagram, uploaded the photo, and typed my caption:

>>y/n instagram: Alright, let's clear some things up. No, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I've gained some weight. And honestly? That's okay. Bodies thange, hormones do their thing and sometimes despite working out and eating right, your body just decides to go through a phase. I've been feeling insecure lately, and I know I'm not alone in that. But here's the thing - I'm still me. I still love my body, and I'm working on being kinder to myself every day. So if anyone else is out there feeling the same way, just know you're not alone. We're all more than our appearances, but we're allowed to love ourselves in every stage we go through.

Now, if you'll excuse me, l'm off to eat a piece of cake. No guilt, just love.😋<<

I hit post, my heart racing as I watched the comments flood in. The outpouring of support was immediate.

>>logan1noir: Thank you for being so real! You're beautiful no matter what!<<

>>celesty634: This made me cry, I've been feeling the same way, and it helps to know I'm not alone❤️<<

>>dcxmrvl22: You are GORGEOUS! Keep shining, girl🫶🏻<<

>>chrisevans: Proud of you!!❤️<<

>>blakelively: How do you look good in everything??<<

>>vancityreynolds: As your humble friend, I demand you to stop setting impossible standards for the rest of us!<<

>>zendaya: QUEEN👑<<

>>thehughjackman: Always proud of you my love❤️<<

Later that evening, Hugh and I hosted a small dinner at our house. Just a few close friends - Blake, Ryan, Zendaya, Zac Efron and some other close cast members were there.

The wine was flowing, and the laughter was contagious. But all day, I had been feeling a little off. I was moody, switching from happy to sad in the span of minutes, and I was feeling unusually hormonal.

Hugh noticed, of course. He always did. And I couldn't help but tease him throughout the evening. Little touches here and there, suggestive whispers when no one was looking. His reactions were priceless, the way his jaw would clench, his eyes darkening with desire.

"You're playing with fire, darling." he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin as we stood by the kitchen island.

I smirked, leaning closer to him, my lips brushing against his ear. "What are you going to do about it?"

Hugh shot me a look that sent a chill down my spine, his hand resting on my lower back, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress. But before he could answer, Ryan came strolling over, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Ryan teased, raising an eyebrow as he eyed the two of us. "You two seem a little preoccupied tonight."

I laughed, pulling away from Hugh slightly, but not before I felt his hand give my waist a playful squeeze. Hugh shook his head, his expression amused but clearly flustered by the interruption.

"Just enjoying the evening." Hugh replied with a chuckle, trying to act casual, though I could see the heat still lingering in his eyes.

Ryan leaned in, lowering his voice dramatically. "I hope you two are careful, though. With all that tension, you might just end up giving those pregnancy rumors something real to work with."

I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, Blake sauntered over, a knowing smile on her face. "He's right, you know.: she said, her eyes twinkling with humor. "You two have that look - like you're up to something."

Blake's eyes lingered on me a little too long, and I noticed her frown slightly, as if reading something in my expression that I hadn't yet figured out myself.

Later in the evening, after dinner was served and the conversation had flowed naturally from movie projects to family gossip, I excused myself to the kitchen for a moment to gather my thoughts. I was feeling off - moody, emotional, and kind of disconnected.

Blake followed me, her eyes sharp as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "Okay, spill it."

I blinked at her you talking "What are you talking about?"

Blake tilted her head, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "You've been acting... odd tonight. Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. "Blake, no! I'm definitely not pregnant! I even joked with Hugh about that this morning."

She studied me for a moment, her gaze still concerned. "It's just... I've been pregnant three times now, and I can spot the signs. You're giving off all the vibes."

I sighed, leaning against the counter and rubbing my temples. "I don't know.. I mean I've been feeling weird lately, but I just thought it was stress. l've gained some weight, my moods are all over the place, but I don't think I'm pregnant."

Blake softened, placing a hand on my arm. "If you ever wanna talk about it, you know I'm here, right?"

I smiled at her, appreciating her concern. "Thanks, Blake. I think I just need to figure out what's going on with my body."

The night ended on a good note, with everyone laughing and chatting as they left. Ryan, of course, couldn't resist making one last joke. "Don't go making any little Jackmans tonight, okay? Or at least wait until we're gone."

I rolled my eyes, waving them off, "Shut it, Ryan!"

Once the house was quiet and the dishes were done, I finally let out a deep breath, grateful for the silence. But as soon as I sat down on the couch, I felt a familiar cramp in my lower abdomen.

I froze, my eyes widening. "No way!"

I hurried to the bathroom, and sure enough, there it was. My period had arrived. I wasn't pregnant.

Relief washed over me, mixed with an odd sense of joy. After all the speculation and confusion, my body had finally given me an answer.

I returned to the living room, finding Hugh still in the kitchen, cleaning the last wine glasses. He looked up as I entered, and I couldn't help but grin.

"What's with the smile?" he asked, setting the glasses down and coming over to me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him softly. "You're going to laugh." Hughs brow furrowed slightly. "Why?"

"Well I just got my period!"

Hugh blinked, then laughed softly, pulling me closer.

"Well, that's good to know. l'm glad you're not stressed about it anymore."

"Me too!" I said, leaning into his embrace, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.

He kissed my forehead, his hands resting on my hips as he looked down at me, his voice soft and teasing. "So, since you're really not pregnant and everything's fine.. does that mean we can stop avoiding each other now?"

I looked up at him, biting my lip playfully. "You know I was thinking the same thing."

Hugh's eyes darkened with that similiar heat, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the kitchen counter, his lips crashing into mine.

His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer, and this time, I didn't stop him. I didn't feel the need to. I felt confident, desired, and most importantly, loved. As his hands slipped under my shirt, his touch igniting a fire inside me, I let myself give in to him completely.

"Hugh..." I whispered, my voice breathless as his lips trailed down my neck.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his own filled with love and desire. "I've missed this. I've missed you."

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection for the man in front of me.

"I'm not going anywhere."

And with that, we lost ourselves in each other, the weight of the past few weeks melting away as we found comfort and passion in each other's arms. The insecurities, the rumors, the stress - it all disappeared as we reminded each other of what really mattered.

In the next morning, the world felt a little brighter. I've got an overwhelming support after my post and Hugh was by my side through everything. We spent the morning lazily wrapped up in each other, laughing and talking about the future.

Hugh kissed me softly, his hand gently tracing patterns on my skin.

"You know, I love you just the way you are, right? No matter what."

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"I know and I love you too. Always."

Our love had been tested, but we came out stronger than ever. And as I lay there in his arms, I knew that no natter what life threw our way, we would face it together.

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[mybworlds]

CHAPTER 15

status: ongoing

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things change…

Masterlist

rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)

A/N thank you for your support, for your likes and reblog, thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️ If you like it pls leave a like/comment/reblog it, if you don't like it don't be rude and keep going. Please remember English is not my first language, so please be merciful!

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner and thanks @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Taglist: @harriedandharassed

Since that evening you and Joel have not seen or heard from each other again. You devoted yourself exclusively to your work at the café, and then, to your rescue, came also the communication that you had been hired as a library worker. You were so happy about this because the wait was well rewarded. As soon as you signed the contract, you were immediately introduced to Mrs. Abbott, a lady now nearing retirement, with a very sweet tone and polite manners who showed you what you had to do and how to do it. You made mistakes the first few days, but she gently guided you and explained where there was a need. You are grateful to have this sweet presence in your life because she pushed you, even if unbeknownst to her, not to give up and focus on something else. Every day is the same as the next, you get up, you pray with your mother, you make her breakfast, you eat together, she goes to work after dropping you off at the café, you have lunch - sometimes you do, but many other times you don't - then you work there until three in the afternoon, from four until nine you work at the library. Actually the library closes most afternoons at seven o'clock and twice at eight o'clock, but while you rearrange the volumes, you always stay until nine o'clock.

One afternoon, after helping Mrs. Abbott catalog volumes, when you return to the reading room you encounter Jack, or rather you hit him and he drops two heavy tomes to the floor creating a dull rumble in the hallway, "Excuse me!" you exclaim before you recognize him "Jack!" "Hey," he greets you looking into your eyes, "hi, how are you?" "Fine," you reply, helping him pick up the tomes from the floor. "It doesn't seem like that to me," Jack retorts "you look pale and it seems to me that you've lost a lot of weight since last time, haven't you?" You exhale heavily through your nose and reply, "I'm just working hard, nothing to worry about. " silence descends between you, an embarrassed silence, you lower your gaze and then raise it back to his green eyes. It's him who interrupts the silence, he asks you what you are doing there, if you like it, he even asks you if you continue to write, but you shake your head and tell him that maybe it was just a fantasy of yours, on the other hand it's true it was probably just a dream of yours and then that dream stayed at Joel's and you have no intention of going to him to ask if you can write, besides since you argued, you're not even taking guitar lessons anymore and you hope with all your heart that your mother won't think of it because you wouldn't really know how to explain to her why you don't play anymore. Jack apologizes again for how it ended between you, apologizes for not backing you up and teasing you toward something so dear and important to you, you appreciate his words and thank him for wanting to talk to you despite your breakup, he hugs you replying that he will always be there for you if you want him to be. You nod, but deep down you know you don't need him.

When you get off work, you meet your friends to whom you tell them how your work at the library is going, you make an effort to convey enthusiasm, but they know that you are neither serene nor happy. They advise you to talk to Joel, maybe resume that talk and maybe even fight about it, according to Kristen. It's better a fight than total silence because silence means indifference and he is not indifferent to you, but right now you are communicating that to him, again according to her.

"Kris, I don't know, the truth is I would like him to tell me the thruth, why won't he tell me about it?"

Oh, how you would have liked to find him even under your house with the risk of someone seeing you together and telling you every single thing about himself and his past and instead silences, silences, just silences from him, half sentences and sad looks, but why? Why didn't he confide in you? You really feel bad about it and you'd want the support of your friends instead of telling you to be sympathetic.

"Honey, have you thought that maybe he's not talking to you about it because something serious happened with his daughter?" interjects Helen.

"Like what?" you ask, frowning.

"Dunno, but. . . for example, have you ever heard them talking on the phone or seen pictures of her around the house?" she asks again.

Now that you think about it, Joel never talked to her on the phone and the only photos you saw of the two of them depicted this very young child and Joel was definitely younger, "No." you answer simply.

"When she confided in you about her ex, she never mentioned that they were talking about their daughter?" you shake your head "What if something bad happened to her?" you widen your eyes and lower your gaze guiltily, no you hadn't thought of that at all.

"What could have happened to her?" you ask, your friends shrug their shoulders, no one can answer, the only one who can is Joel, but you already know he won't answer you "Anyway, I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me." you reiterate "I feel too bad about it." you add looking at them.

The three of them give you an understanding look, then it is Gina who speaks "It has taught you, however, so much about yourself and sex that until nine months ago you more or less ignored completely. You finally masturbate!" she exclaims, raising her voice an octave, making a couple of girls sitting nearby turn around, while you shush her instead. When you are all silent, however, a collective laughter erupts.

The next afternoon you take a broader tour, you don't go down the usual tree-lined street, you go through a park where children used to play and parents used to wait for their children on their way out of school. You pass a dilapidated building that used to be a kindergarten and elementary school, the gate is now dilapidated, many metal bars are torn off and the metal in several places is ruined, what strikes you though is a plaque, it is small blackened by time, but the words that stand out urge you to stop there in front "IN PERPETUAL MEMORY OF LITTLE SARAH, OUR LITTLE ANGEL. WITH LOVE FOREVER, MOM AND DAD," you're not sure why, but in front of that plaque, your heart clenches, who knows how the little one died, who knows how much the parents must have suffered. A woman stops next to you and you turn around, she smiles at you, "Every so often I come to bring a flower to the little one," she says laying down a flower, you don't know what to say. The woman is probably in her 60s, her grey hair neatly tucked into a bun, looks very well groomed, light makeup, and looks with a sad smile at the plaque almost as if she can see the little girl to whom it is dedicated. She then lifts her gaze to you and continues "I was her teacher, poor unfortunate soul…" she shakes her head "I was there that damn day, you know? Her daddy was over there," she says pointing to a bench on the opposite side of the street, "I always saw her daddy only, when I asked him about his lady, he told me she was on tour or not feeling well, who knows if that was true!" she exclaims losing herself for a moment in those memories, you listen. "It was noon, the children had just finished a gardening project, they could bring their seedling to his house. And Sarah, that sweet little girl, she was bringing a sunflower to her daddy, she wanted him to be happy," you see her smile sadly as the pit of your stomach twitches painfully "her daddy didn't notice that the children were already leaving, the little girl had seen him and tried to cross the street. . ." you swallow imagining the scene "I was right there at the top of the school stairs and I saw that car run over the little girl who flew to the other side, I heard the screams of the other children, the cries of dismay of the parents, but what shocked me and what I still don't forget was the face of that father, how he held his daughter tightly to him, losing a child digs you inside."

"Did they ever catch the person who killed the child?" you ask.

"Yes," he responds, nodding, "almost a month later, the worst thing is that in addition to flee, he himself had a wife and a daughter." he answers you, and at that moment you turn pale as if you've just put the pieces of a puzzle together.

"Do you remember the child's last name?" you ask her.

"How could I not remember it?! Miller, Sarah Miller."

That's her, that's Joel's daughter. That's why there are no pictures of her as an adult, only as a baby, that's then what Joel was talking about when, talking about his wife, he said they tried to put the pieces together without succeeding. Now you can almost understand why he doesn't want to talk about it. You can only imagine the pain he felt and is still feeling. Oh, Joel. . .

You take your leave of the woman explaining to her that you have to go to work, which is true, and later, when you get home, you call Joel. You want and need to apologize, you didn't understand anything. You thought he was cheating on you with his ex, you thought they were the three of them together again. You were jealous even of this daughter, how stupid!

When you come home, you open the front door, you take off your shoes and almost shout "I'm home!" as soon as you step into the kitchen, you find a scene that paralyzes you. . .

[talisidekick]

Thanks for being so compassionate! As someone who's had to defend himself from assault pre transition and assault and attempted trafficking during transition which has contributed to some agoraphobia centered on thoughts like "damn, wasn't safe off T not safe on it", it's been rlly scary seeing ppl shrug off how transmascs are endangered in real life in service of discrediting transandro discourse. Cool seeing who's really real I guess????? anyways hope you're well and warm. Srry about my run on sentence lmao

There is absolutely nothing to apologize for. We only get to see one side publically, and that's pretty much just trans women issues. Media likes to cover just us. I rarely see news stories about just trans men. We don't see the stories about trans men getting stalked or followed around in stores by total strangers, getting attacked in public, rarely a mention if a trans man gets killed. It's happening but you don't see it. You don't see a flood of forum posts about the constant dismissal of, unique brand of hatred around, or the types of dangers faced by trans men.

My introduction to questioning my gender was actually FROM transandrophobia. The reason for this is I've had more of a curvy figure since ... well forever, even though my body was producing T on it's own. I got A LOT of compliments on it by pretty much all my friends (which were mostly girls, and yes that probably should have been a sign but I'm a bit thick sometimes, okay?) because I was "unconventionally sexy" because of it. I'm now remembering I do have a shirtless picture somewhere from before I was on HRT ... I'll work up the nerve to show that at some point to prove that point. Anywho, because of this, a random ass stranger had been following me as I went to grab a few things from a walmart after my shift. It was weird as fuck. Uncomfortably close, constantly looking at me but not what they were pretending to, and I kind of knew this dick was waiting until there was no one in the aisle before pulling something. I'd been mugged before at 14 and 15 so at 24 I was kind of like "I'm not getting stabbed in a damn Walmart" and just made sure to be quick. I got out of the store and met up with some old work friends and just let them know someone was following me and I wanted to wait them out. Props to my friends at the time, they bullseyed the dude (to be fair he wasn't being stealthy) and called him out. And he yelled back "You'll never be a real man" to me. My friends laughed at him because as far as we all knew, I was cis. But this would happen two more times in the same week. A lady would tell me I shouldn't be doing "this" to myself with a full body gesture, and that god "loves" me; and a college colleague flat out dismissed my concerns on something because "only a real man would need to worry about that". It got me wondering if this was a new fad, to hate on someones manliness, and upon looking that up I learned about what exactly transgender meant, the experiences of trans men and women (just a bit on women, my concern was on trans men at the time), and thought it was kind of cool there were people who'd know two sides to the gender spectrum. But it must SUCK to have to go through the bullshit I did and actually be affected by it. Like, no one has any right to tell another man they're less of one.

This whole situation would actually come back to help me 2 years later in finding myself. I'd only really looked up trans men and curiosity mid covid lock down would lead me to look up non-binary and then trans women. However, transandrophobia is how I, a trans woman, got her start. So it boils my blood when I see people talk about T being toxic or trans men having it easier. It shows a complete lack of understanding and a lack of acceptance and willingness to empathize. Trans men and trans mascs have different issues, that doesn't make them lesser, and while those issues may not affect me, it doesn't make it less of my problem to help deal with where I can. I know certain issues I'll have no experience on, no idea how to help, but that doesn't mean I can't still offer to be support. Everyone should be doing the same, and shame on those who aren't.

You deserve equal treatment and support in your fight for it, not dismissal. Those that dismiss the issues of trans men aren't allies, they're transphobes. And fuck transphobes.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

maybe list C 1 and 4 / list B 3 for oscar piastri? i am such a fiend for cute love confessions i would literally die for this

thank you sm

(kinda european!reader, i hope you don't mind)

"Love confessions in the snow" + "Getting tipsy on mulled wine"

tw: mention of (social) anxiety (?), alcohol

Christmas Event Masterlist

It was Oscar's first Christmas in Europe. Due to work, he wasn't able to visit his family back in Australia. He didn't really have any plans as he didn't have any close friends around him besides you. That's the thing, he's not really talkative and it takes a while for him to feel comfortable around new people. He loved his job and was grateful for a F1 seat but he deeply hated the social aspect of it. He was always anxious that he would come off as rude but he definitely has faked an illness a few times just to skip events.

You noticed that something was off. He took more and more time to respond to your texts and after a while, it turned into just leaving you on read. You knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, his thoughts would just get to him sometimes and you knew he was not happy about leaving his family for Christmas. You decided to give him a call. After a few beeps, he finally answered "Hello?" "Hi, Oscar! I just wanted to ask how you're doing" "Hi, I'm alright. Nothing to worry about. And you?" you knew him for long enough to know the tone he was using "Good, good. I have been a bit busy with work, you know? I wanted to ask you if you are maybe free tomorrow and would like to go see the Christmas market?" you hear him exhale slowly "Please?" you add hoping he would open up a bit more. "Fine, I will pick you up at five".

When he showed up you saw the state he was in. Pale skin, bags under eyes and picked skin on his fingers concerned you but you didn't want to talk about it right away, you needed him to feel more comfortable. Small talk didn't bother you, it was still better than nothing. "You know, you can stay at our place for Christmas. My family loves you, I'm sure they will be more than happy" you offered hoping he would agree. "No need to do that, but I will think about it" That was a statement that led you a bit closer to finding out what caused him to close up. You two walked around the market filled with ornaments and lights. Uncouncioulsy, your bodies were not too far from each other as if to feel a bit more warmer. You were in the middle of telling a story when Oscar finally spoke up "Wanna get some mulled wine?" he pointed at a small cafe. "Sure" you said.

Two of you sat there, quietly giggling in a corner of a cosy cafe. "Y/N, you know what? Thank you for getting me out of the house" his cheeks and ears were red, eyes scanned everything but you "I love you, and, and, and I was so scared to talk to you because I thought it would ruin our friendship. But I hope for a Christmas miracle to happen". He dropped his head and fidgeted with his fingers as if waiting for rejection "Osc, I have loved you ever since I met you but I didn't want to distract you from your career. You should have told me earlier. You know, it doesn't matter now. I'm glad we are on the same page." you took his hands in his. "Merry Christmas" he said finally looking you in the eyes for the first time in however long. They were dark and full of love "Merry Christmas".

15/12/23

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 15 thoughts without interludes (interludes need their own post):

EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINE

My daughters boss didn't actually try to assassinate her, her just planned to do it and then did it in one reality but kept the reality where he didn't! So it's ok! I'm fine. Not worried at all that Coil knows Skitter was planning on double crossing him and that he found a way to screw with Tattletales powers.

It's fiiiine (eye twitches)

I want to say I'm glad she got her full team on board, but given that there is a chance someone on her team ratted on her it might not be good.

Skitter goes a little bit far at the end with Triumph. Just a tiny itty bitty bit far. Child you almost KILLED HIM! And then you let him sit there dying when the threat isn't that he'll die now, but that you will come back if needed (mayor ain't going to say what you want him to say if you kill his son, the point is if he doesn't say it you'll come back)! I'm worried about you.

Brian I understand why you like my daughter and she seems to like you and I'm glad having someone you feel safe with is helping you process your very valid trauma (important note, you could have done the same with your sister, she was trying to help you but you wouldn't open up to her, you should open up to her). But please don't get in the way of her relationships with her girlfriends. Just understand in terms of long term stuff Chatterbug and Wolfspider 100% trump . . . Darkbug? Fuck what are you guys called?

(I've been informed Shadeswarm, Nightcrawler, Night Biter, Creepy Crawlies, or Carapace. I think Creepy Crawlies might be my preference among that.)

MOAR DOLL LESBIAN CONTENT!!!!!

Parian is one of my absolute favorite characters! Flechette is pretty cool as well. Being a hero hurts her. Stabbing my daughter also didn't build good marks with me, but I understand why she did it. Cause GAAAAAAAAAAAY. I have a hard time being too mad at a lesbian stabbing someone to protect her girlfriend.

I'm glad Parian isn't joining Coil full hog at least, she's too pure to be a villain (or a "hero"). I kinda wish she could just move to New York and be a fashion designer and live her best life, but I do enjoy the idea of getting to see her more.

And to be honest, I don't think anyone on Earth Bet is really going to be living their best life in the long run. Sorry guys.

The fucking shutdown the team gives to the Nazis is AMAZING! Like ya no Hookwolf or Purity this time, that obviously would have made it harder. But still, comparing the previous fight to this just really shows how much the team has increased in power. They didn't even bring Grue.

Skitter and Tattletale being able to work together to find all the people in a few block radius and figure out which groups are Nazis, all while just standing in the middle of the street, is so fucking cool. I fucking love watching them work.

I don't love the girlfriends fighting with the whole "Skitter wasn't told about the plan to have Regent yoink a Nazi". But they seemed to make up pretty quickly.

Skitter fucking running multiple bug clones, with cameras and microphones, all across her territory, and using them to talk to people and check in on things, WHILE getting surgery on her shoulder??! FUCKING HELL. Like ok yes, please love yourself child and let yourself take it easy sometimes. But also holy shit that is so god damn amazing. I am 100% convinced (I mean, I have been since like Arc 4 TBH) that she uses her bugs to basically offload her pain. Or offloads her mind to her bugs so she can ignore the pain in her body. Same idea. Like even if it's never confirmed it is true to me. And the multitasking! Give Taylor a Thinker classification!!

Just fucking attacking the mayor's family to intimidate him into telling people in Washington to not condemn Brockton Bay huh? I mean sure it kinda worked at the end (assuming he does what he said he would) but it really seems like a terrible plan. Like, the people in Washington are gonna hear about the attack and wonder about everything the mayor says. But fine, that's the plan.

Skitter making the bug clones complex enough that Trickster and Genesis don't even notice she's a clone at first is super cool! Also it does drive home that she is always just covered with so many bugs and using swarm speech so much that when a version of her shows up that is completely covered in bugs and speaks fully with swarm speech it doesn't throw anyone off.

Coil had to know that Triumph was the mayor's kid. The fact that he's the one who pushed to have them attack during family dinner.

I'm really proud of Skitter for figuring it out though! I pegged him as a cape pretty much right away and was able to figure out it was Triumph not long after, but she was in the heat of the moment. Also she got the girlfriend pegged as a either Prism or Ursa while I was still uncertain if she was a cape.

Holy shit that fight was so fucking cinematic! Perfectly built for Triumph to look cool by exploding bug clones with his shouts. And with Prism splitting and combining constantly. Just fuck. I'd love to see an animation of that fight. It was super cool.

And again, Skitter got dark there. And sadly I'm worried she's gonna get darker.

[syrena-del-mar]

4, 7, 17, 26, 32, 33, 45, 54, 69 🩷 (You don't have to answer all of these. I'm just a nosy girlie 🙈)

Hiya Soph! No worries, I'm also a nosy girlie so I totally get it 😂 Also a warning, I definitely got a lil too passionate on question 54. I just love the holidays.

4. Favorite Chore

I really love folding as long as I'm on top of it and I haven't had a weeks worth of wash piled up. Something about freshly dried/warm clothes makes it really enjoyable.

7. Any groceries that you've been getting into lately?

So much ginger and turmeric. I bit the bullet and finally just got myself a new full-scale blender/juicer to get rid of my old nutribullet, so now I'm able to make smoothies with ginger without it leaving unblended pieces.

17. What's a movie that you saw recently that you really liked?

A Million Miles Away. I have always liked to support Mexican-American work, and so many scenes here felt like they had been pulled from my own life. Also, teachers always get a lot of flack in the media for being uninspired and uninterested in their students, but I loved that they showed how so much of his success could be tracked to teachers who cared for and inspired him.

26. Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers?

How about sweet tea by the lake? Jk. But really, I would definitely prefer to sit on the porch drinking sweet tea. I have a relatively low-grade alcohol allergy that causes some beers to break me out in hives that don't go away for days. The itching is insane and I never want to go through it again lol

32. How do you take your morning coffee/tea?

I have a concoction I've been making every morning since I found it last December. 10 oz. of coffee 2 oz. of fat-free milk. 1 pump honey 1 pump sugar-free pistachio syrup Some cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove to your liking. Tastes like the winter holidays in a cup, really delicious and I still haven't gotten tired of it. I'm definitely not a black coffee and one sugar-type of girl LOL

33. What's something you collect?

Pens. I have an insane amount of pens, it's so hard to find a good one that doesn't bleed, skip, or smudge. So I collect like crazy. Also, before the boycott, Starbucks cups.

45. What's something you wish you had more time for?

Travelling. During the pandemic, I was traveling everywhere and anywhere. I would take day trips to the central coast of California or even to neighboring states. When I wasn't working and I would take some time off, I was going to several national parks here in the U.S. Sometimes drive 15-16 hours to get to them.

Now that I've finished my doctorate and I'm in my field of choice... I'm working and studying for my licensing exams. I usually don't leave the office after sunset.

54. Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

I decorate for Dia de los Muertos/Halloween, but, I'm a crazy Christmas decorator. I go all out inside my apartment. There's not an area where it doesn't look like Santa hasn't thrown up all over. November 1st, everything comes out of storage, though honestly, if I had a particularly rough year, it's sometimes already out by mid-October.

Now, outside decorations? We have a family tradition where my sisters and I go to my parent's place after work every day for close to three weeks, starting mid-November, and we decorate the hell out of the family home. Last year, we put up close to 40k lights with music. We still haven't invested or figured out if we will ever do the expensive light controller box that syncs with lights, but we do build a lot of our decorations. This year we're going to be adding close to another 15k of lights between everything that all 6 of us bought at the sales after Christmas.

Funnily, if it were up to my dad, he would have stopped putting Christmas lights since 10 years ago when we all left. Unfortunately for him, my sisters and I haven't let him. Now he has a grandchild, so the decorating won't stop for some time.

69. What are you looking forward to next week?

I'm heading out to the Grand Canyon next Thursday for the first time in five years. I only have two days off, so it'll be a quick trip, but it's so nice to roadtrip again.

Ask meme for people in their 30s

[rolotouto]

A video with most (not all, yet) of Rolo's lines in Lost Stories. Translation below.

The first two lines are heard during the log-in screens, of which there are two variations (EDIT: 3rd one in the next post!). For the 1st day log-in (which only happens once and I couldn't record as clearly, I'm sorry!!):

・Brother and everyone from the Student Council are really happy that you have returned to the Academy… and me too, of course…

The slower way in which he says ‘mochiron, boku mo’… Thank you Daichuu ♥ And the next log-in line is repeated every day for 7 more days: ・It seems that you haven’t been coming to the Academy much. Is there anything troubling you? If that’s the case, would you like me to listen to you? Somewhere where nobody will bother us, calmly…

An alternative translation of this line would be: "Ever heard about Rai? Of course not, I made sure nobody will ever hear about him. I say this for no particular reason *smiles*."

After that, I've recorded two lines which aren't included in the character archive, for some reason. They are the ones you get when you haven't collected your presents in the Present Box or in the Mission screen, respectively: ・It seems that something has arrived in the present box. Will you check it?

・If you have completed a request, you should report it. And next comes the character archive, which lets you listen to the rest of his Home lines in order (and some Battle ones as well): ・(If you log in from 4 to 6:59 [Japan time]) Eh? You're so early! I just happened to wake up early by chance. I came outside because I wanted to take a breath of fresh air. ・(From 7 to 10:59) Good morning. You still look sleepy. Did you stay up late last night? ・(From 11 to 15:59) Have you seen Brother? Since Rivalz-san isn't here either, I wonder if it's chess gambling again... ・(From 16 to 18:59) I always have dinner with Brother. Therefore, I will excuse myself. ・(From 19 to 23:59) Eh? Is there something wrong for you to be here so late? I'm taking a post-dinner walk. I wanted to do some thinking. ・(From 00 to 3:59) So you are still awake. If you don't mind sharing, could you tell me what you're doing staying up this late?

The following lines can appear anytime, regardless of the hour: ・After the Black Rebellion, you were absent from school for quite a long time. Is there a specific reason for your sudden return?

・Ah... Judging from her face, President Milly has come up with something again. This school has many unpredictable events, so the Student Council work is really tough.

・Rivalz-san and the Student Council president sometimes tease me about Shirley-san. Saying "she's your big sis" and such... I don't understand.

The way he adds "ne" at the end implies that he assumes Mario/Maya agrees with him in that Rivalz and Milly aren't making any sense. I love how unable he is to not react to jokes with a "this is so pointless" face. ♥ ・Brother... The other day he skipped class again, and the teacher got angry with him. I'm worried about his credits, but it seems that he has already done all the calculations needed in that regard.

・The student council members are so attentive to just anyone, aren't they...? They are kind even to me... I wonder why.

That's probably my favorite line, which requires you to have gained his full Trust (up to level 5) in order to be unlocked. Rolo's confusion over why people would treat him nicely for no reason is exactly how I interpret his perception of others outside of his relationship with Lelouch: he can recognize their kindness, but finds it so bewildering that he can't appreciate it for what it is. In Turn 19.02, he displayed fascination at the idea of family members showing kindness to each other without any ulterior motives, and I've always believed that Rolo simply didn't live long enough to have the opportunity to grasp that "family" isn't the only place where giving and receiving kindness exists. I see him voicing the question "I wonder why" with that sad face as another sign that he really wanted to understand human bonding and that, with a little more time and less gaslighting from Lelouch, he had all the potential to become as grateful and indebted to others' good treatment as he was to the love he received from Lelouch.

・Brother is my only family. If you ask the members of the Student Council, I'm sure they will tell you all sorts of stories about me and Brother.

"Tada hitori no" means that his family consists of a single person, so what's up with the parents Lelouch referred to in Turn 19.02? Has that being retconned as well and now Lelouch's altered memories don't include any parents? Then again, even in Turn 19.02 Lelouch claimed that Rolo and him were always "like a family of just the two of us", so... I guess nothing has been retconned and these brothers were always meant to be parent-ignoring-brocons even in the canon created by Charles.

・You and Brother do get along well... Who approached whom first? Was there any particular event that brought you close?

・It's only natural to want to know what kind of people your brother interacts with and what kind of relationships he has, isn't it? I mean, he's family.

I guess this can be read as Rolo already showing possessive signs, or maybe not necessarily that, and he just wants to know as much as possible about Mario/Maya because he suspects him/her.

・Could it be that you are nervous because it's been a while since you came to school? You looking at me with such probing eyes… What's going on?・On the days you don't come to school, you are actually carrying out some mission under a prominent figure from Britannia... Just kidding. Do I watch too much TV?

Even though this sounds like Rolo just carelessly revealed his own identity, I'm sure he said that to test Mario/Maya and analyze his/her reaction on purpose. Even when you get his Trust to max level, he doesn't actually trust you at all (unlike the Dearness levels in GeaGene), as you will see when I post his Trust leveling up lines... By the way, everything was in polite Japanese so far, since Rolo uses polite speech with pretty much everyone other than Lelouch. After that, there's a bunch of short lines which were already translated in this previous post. You will notice I'm missing one, which is unlocked when you get his Awaken stats to level 15, but that will probably take me some time...

Next, some of his lines during battles: ・(Launch into battle) Come on, let's go. ・(Battle start 1) You are getting in the way of my mission. ・(Battle start 2) I will have you removed. ・(Deployment 1) Leave it to me. ・(Deployment 2) I won't let you get away. ・(Retreat 1) I will retreat temporarily! ・(Retreat 2) I let my guard down... ・(KMF skill 1) You can't defeat me. ・(KMF skill 2) I will have you die! ・(KMF skill: finishing blow) Goodbye. And lastly, his lines when you finish the battle, which change depending on the score you obtained: ・(Result S) Our goal was achieved with ease. Well, it's only natural. After all, failure is not allowed. He so learned that at the Order... ・(Result A) It went well. There were minor irregularities, but we managed to handle somehow. ・(Result B) It was a close call. It doesn't change the fact that we won, so that's fine, but next time let's have a bigger margin of victory. He, like the rest of the characters, has some month-exclusive home voice lines as well, but I will wait until I get more of those before I post them (they are not available in the archive, meaning you can't hear them until the month changes in real life). And those are the translations for this post. I'm not done with everything, but ahh, I love this! This Rolo feels so 2008ish to me. It reminds me of playing Banjou no Geass Gekijou and being excited to get all the Rolo dialogue over 15 years ago... Man, GeaGene just couldn't compete.

[timeoverload]

I think that today was slightly better than yesterday. The day didn't start well at all. I had a bunch of stuff to do when I got there but I couldn't get my label printer working so I had to use another computer for a while and it was so inconvenient. I asked the morning team lead to help me with my printer but he was already in a bad mood so that pissed him off more. He was yelling about it and I felt bad for even asking him. He called my boss after that to see if she could fix it but she couldn't do it either. I didn't have time to deal with that any more for a while. People kept coming in to ask me sterilize things because a lot of stuff went wrong today. I didn't have time to wrap a bunch of total instruments but I didn't have a choice because they needed them for an earlier case since the rep didn't bring them in last night like they are supposed to. I was so behind all morning but it was hard for me to make myself care about it. I went to breakfast and I took a full 15 minute break because I'm tired of rushing all the time. I also needed time away from all of the chaos. Things got better as the morning went on. I had time to get caught up after lunch. I got my printer fixed before the afternoon rush and I figured it out on my own. The afternoon was pretty boring but I kept busy until it was time to leave. The time passed quickly today so I'm glad about that.

My co-worker got a tattoo at the shop on Monday because I suggested that she should go there. I told her that all of the artists there are amazing and that everyone is so welcoming and friendly. She really loves my tattoos. She was so excited about getting hers done and she has been asking me a lot of questions. I am glad she decided to come to me for advice and I think she looks up to me a lot so that makes me feel good. I'm glad that we get along well because it's hard for me to make friends. I think her tattoo looks very nice. I also noticed there were 5 flowers so I thought that was interesting. I'm pretty sure I counted correctly. I have been trying to send more business to all of you whenever someone asks me about my tattoos so I wonder if that has made a difference at all over the past couple years.

Anyway, I did buy food today even though I didn't want to. I got mashed potatoes at lunch because I was scared to eat their chicken again. They were good but I still paid almost $7 for that and a brownie. Whatever I guess. I'm just glad I ate something and it didn't make me feel bad afterward.

I had to make a couple stops after work even though I didn't want to. I made myself do it. I called my grandma when I got home because I didn't call her back on Sunday. I just wasn't feeling up to having a conversation at the time. I talked to her for an hour. She seemed to be in a good mood. It is hard for me to talk to her sometimes because she brings up my mom often. I haven't responded to my mom at all. Yesterday she sent me a bunch of messages and links to her videos. I can't watch them. She also called me a cunt so that's kind of shitty to hear from your own mom. I know she is sick but that doesn't make it any easier. I am just going to try to forget it and ignore her because that's all I can do. I think she has figured out a way to take care of herself so I'm not going to worry about that either.

I think I need to relax now because I have had a headache since I got home and it's getting worse. I hate getting headaches. I'm not sure what caused it but I want it to go away. I don't want to take medicine for it. I was hoping I would feel better if I ate something but that hasn't worked so far. I will keep drinking water. I'm probably going to get ready for bed soon and then I'm planning on sitting here in the dark because that usually helps. I really should go to bed earlier since I haven't gone to bed before 11 so far this week. I'm not sure if that is going to happen but I will try. I have a super busy day tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to it but I will try to make it a good day anyway.

I hope everyone else has a wonderful day tomorrow. :) Thank you for listening. 💖💖💖

[lemonade-soul]

I think I missed something :( what's the problematic stuff in the doc that you mentioned in your answer to the last ask?

i honestly don't know where to begin...my biggest disclaimer is: please, keep an open mind.

i really enjoyed the documentary, it was good! i laughed, got emotional, teared up at certain points. but the babygate part...it was quite heavy. the doc is in chronological order, and the kid appears in 2020 and then in one short scene during 2022. it's not even 15 mins but it's FORCED. it's way too in your face.

what i find problematic is the way they've been exploiting that kid ever since before he was born. yeah his biological family should be behind bars but louis is also responsible for many things. the main one being: he's a consenting adult (millionare!!!) and the kid is a 7yo that is used for more money or to keep up a narrative.

i think louis' closet is NOT an excuse for having brought the kid into the documentary, yeah they want to portray him as father of the century but it could have been done in so many other ways that didn't involve exposing the kid to all that shit, nor him kissing the kid on the lips not once, not twice but THREE times. people (even other larries) will try to gaslight you by saying "he also kisses his sister on the lips!!" yes, and? does that make it okay? not only him but his team are aware that HE IS NOT THE FATHER OF THAT KID, at what point did they think it was a good idea to make him kiss the kid on the lips? i don't care if they ""get along"" (which is debatable, it doesn't seem organic because it isn't nor like him or freddie were comfortable) it's still something i cannot and will not ignore. fuck, the kid even looks at the camera several times and you can see it's not NATURAL, it's scripted and forced.

i'm so god damn tired of other larries not wanting to call him out for his questionable actions, defending him and excusing him as the victim 100% of the time. i am a larrie and will not stop being one, i love them both equally, but i REFUSE to defend every single one of their mistakes. they're human beings, they make mistakes, and as such sometimes they need a reality check and need to be called out. i AM AWARE that they have contracts, they're still in the closet, they still have to do many things they probably don't want to do. but so many things in that documentary (regarding the stunt) were unnecessary, many things that one would think he could have said "you know what? this is crossing a limit. this is beyond what i can stomach".

fuck, he even brought his late mother into that shit, talking about how she would have loved to truly meet his son...knowing full well that she deleted all pics regarding the stunt from her instagram before passing. those type of things don't sit well with me at all.

the amount of larries i've seen mentioning how the scenes with the kid were "cute", i'm sorry did they forget all the bullshit? what the stunt entails? what they're doing to that child? the point of those scenes is to manipulate the audience into thinking he's the best father for that kid. the fact that it's even working on LARRIES worries me if i'm being honest.

like i said and will continue to say a million times: I LOVE HIM, i liked the movie, i'm so fucking proud of him. but that doesn't mean that i'm not angry and disappointed because i don't even know what they're doing anymore. some things i refuse to ignore or excuse him for.

it hurts, i seriously am sad and upset and i've been crying a lot since i saw the movie. but staying silent about it is even worse. i'm excited to see him in a few months, but RIGHT NOW? right now i need to take a small break, especially from social media.

[d-e-l-i-o]

If this is not to sensitive, can you tell me how you became a christian?

Thanks for the ask! No, don't worry, it's not too sensitive to ask me that! I love questions like these!

While I was growing up since my first time in church, I believed in God since about 6, but I only went maybe 6 times 10 times by 10, and after that, my parents didn't take me anymore. Even when I asked sometimes!

I grew up around witchcraft all my life, psychic readings from my grandma's friends who she did them with. My mom had crystals and would use sage on me everyday, my dad did "energy healing" or raki on me and my sister (and on my dog two years ago). Because of that, I had demons follow me my whole life (all stems from one dream where my grandpa led me to a kitchen and a demon chased me and entered into me.) They tried to get me to do a school shooting (a girl asked me when I was lying trying to be cool to her if I ever considered it before and I just froze like wait wait what uhhhhh no), a second friend who I would smoke with then tried to get me to make drugs and rob people while we sold them and I went along but I never came to anything, tried to get me to be a sexual deviant and that failed, get me to be a tankie then a nazi then a soft commie then a nazi again, then he got me to do witchcraft.

Which at the time (remember I believed in God but didn't know anything about him) I thought was so cool learning about all the different things and ways you could do it where I was able to move stuff cause pain make people think of different things using demons. And had witches follow me and my friends multiple times and even demons manifest in front of me and my friends. After a while they asked me to worship the devil, after I realized like man this stuff is legit just demon stuff why am I doing this it's EVIL man, and i was just like "if the devil and demons are real GOD HAS TO BE REAL no way around it.

So after a week of thinking that I was freaking out and asked God if he's real in genuinely terrified faith and sadness and right after I looked at my desk and a pencil moved (no wind or anything shaking the house) 4inchs to the left and back, I asked "wait wait is that really you God!?!?" And the pencil moved the same distance back and forth.

So I shut up in like fear, respect, and awe went about my day and over the course of maybe a month? I started praying, watching videos every once in a while, got a Bible, but never read it, and was generally Luke warm. I was talking to demons, still living as normal as my life was at that point. And the assaults from the devil kept getting worse and worse to the point of obsessive intrusive thoughts about doing the worst of the worst, me twitching and hurting myself and all that. It got so bad that one day that I couldn't help my dad work at Cousins House. we had to leave, and I gave my dad my pocket knife and said, "Please take this or ill kms"

Right after that, I thought, "I KNOW God's real man, I'm just gonna go head first and follow him the right way be a full on Christian" and when I went to the hospital because of suicidal ideations (my second time at that point) my devil tried killing me by making everything I touched shock my whole body, I told the nurses and they were just like "yea man whatever here's a benadryl go away", and, after I prayed for God to keep me alive no matter what, after about 15 more min I heard a demon ask me "why can't we kill you who's protecting you" and the first thing I thought was that it was God.

That was 3 years ago, and ever since I've been ultra tight with God, and he's been teaching me so much about anything and everything! I literally couldn't ask for a better relationship with him besides me literally seeing him face to face every day and talking for about the entire day every day.

I get my trials, but it's because I literally ask for them so I can be the finest gold! I asked him to "make me brake me recreate me" "make me as much like you as possible""humble me as much as possible" "I want problems" and "make my faith un brakeable" (that was the worst one, I've also asked for the hardest trials possible too, short of anyone I know dying or being hurt) I really recommend this because it's really made me a waaaay better Christian to the point of other people I know just being like saying I'm the only real Christian they know irl or just in general.

I also have hundreds of other amazing stories that'd blow ya away just ask for one anytime!

I also pose the same question to you?

God bless man!

[truetgirl]

"Getting to know you better" tag game.

Tagged by @zeroraiser (who could just ask me any of this on discord or in person and/or already knows these things but hey where's the fun in that)

What book are you currently reading?

I'm halfway through Inkmistress, but it's been a year or more since I ADHD'd out on that so I'll probably need to restart it. More immediately, got back into Lumberjanes recently, and I've been finishing the latter half of the series from where I left off before (around about vol. 9 or 10). Currently on vol. 18, still got the standalone graphic novels to read as well.

What do you usually wear?

Comfy t-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies, and more recently I've been loving mixing skirts into my wardrobe.

How tall are you?

I am 6'4" and I have been since I was 15 or 16. One time, in like my junior year of high school, I went to see my mother at the middle school where she taught at the time and one of my old teachers flagged me down in the hall to ask who I was substituting for. The look on her face what I told her I was there to see my mom and pointed to her door was priceless.

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Pisces. Apparently I was born on the same day that Queen Elizabeth I was excommunicated by Pope Pious V.

Do you go by your full name or a nickname?

Full name mostly, Kelly's pretty short, sweet, and to the point, but my closer friends call me Kel a lot and specifically @preciousanalogheart calls me Kells.

Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a kid?

Not as of yet, no. Who knows, perhaps someday I'll get back in shape and then become a firefighter after all.

What's something you're good at vs something you're bad at?

I like to think I'm pretty decent at writing, and I particularly enjoy dialogue and introspection.

I am most certainly not the best at time management. Like, seriously, every time I try to keep myself to a schedule I end up chronically late.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

This is actually a sneak peak at something that will definitely not be out till next year, probably sometime around March or April if all goes well, but I still wrote it this year:

"She wept for him. She wept for the man she had known, for the brother she had fought beside, for who he could have been, who he had been, and wh she knew he could never be again."

Dogs or cats?

Every time someone tries to make me choose one over the other, a hostage dies.

What's something you'd like to create content for?

Comics. By which I do not just mean superhero stuff, though that's admittedly no small part of it.

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

Been back on the X-Men train lately.

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I am honestly worried my HRT isn't doing much of anything at this point.

What's a hidden talent of yours?

I'm actually pretty damn good at strategy/resource management games, but it doesn't always come across because I prioritize things that are fun, flavorful, interesting, etc... over pure efficiency.

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

My girlfriend to cuddle with (they are visiting but I am presently at work).

Tagging: @strawberry-crocodile @breya-etherium-shaper @strawberry-bundae

No pressure, just some fun if ya feel like it.

[jeysbvck]

i just remembered your requests are open...here to ask my first one! so i was thinking ❝ stop moving, i’m almost done! ❞ with reader and injured!adrian maybe??

adrian x gn reader

an: thank you so much kyna, ily and i hope this makes you feel better.❤️

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****

Working a double shift at Fennel Fields definitely wasn't how you wanted to spend your Saturday, but if it meant extra pay and an extra day off, you couldn't complain too much. You had been under the impression that Adrian was also scheduled for the shift - since his name was on the rota - so you were pretty disappointed when he didn't show up.

Adrian Chase was your ridiculous co-worker who had absolutely no awareness, no filter and sometimes, no brain. But he was sweet, he was kind, and, he was definitely smarter than most people, including you sometimes, gave him credit for. His smart moments outweighed his stupid moments, but not by much. Adrian was also funny, and honestly you just loved spending time with him; even at work. For a while, you and Adrian were just work friends, which was fine by you. You had friends outside of work, what you needed was someone to get through a hell shift with. You needed someone to make the day go quicker, to make the shift easier and Adrian was that person. He was sunshine personified.

Then one night, Adrian changed that. You got a text from an unknown number, and when Adrian revealed himself, you asked how he got your number. He replied, "I have a hacker friend, he got it." You laughed at your phone and typed back, "you have friends?" That was the turning point, the turn from work friends, to friend friends. After a shit shift, you'd go for a drink together, when you were both free, you'd hang out at Adrian's place, where you would sometimes cook for him, because his eating habits were less than healthy. You also confided in each other, about your childhoods, your history before you knew each other and your life. For Adrian, he confided in you about his secret identity, Vigilante.

A few weeks after Adrian told you about Vigilante, he started to turn up at your apartment every time he was injured. The first time, he text you, asking you to open the window. You were confused, and when you went to the window, there was Adrian. Seeing him with your own eyes in the black and teal suit, Adrian being Vigilante was suddenly real. Until that moment, you had been able to put it in a box and store it away. Every time you saw footage of Vigilante on the news, or on the internet, you never really comprehended that Adrian and Vigilante were the same person. You believed him of course, but it was just something you found hard to believe. That this murdering masked person was your best friend.

****

You were rushing round the restaurant on autopilot, tending to the tables and the customers as you thought about Adrian, and how bored you were without him here. You were pretty annoyed at him for bailing on the shift without telling you, but you understood, to an extent. You knew he wanted to help the world, he wanted them to see he was a good person, he wanted to be a hero. These secret government missions gave him the chance to be that, and you were proud of him, even if it worried you to no end.

You pushed open the kitchen door with your ass, your arms full with a tray of dirty dishes, and you smiled at the cook as you placed them down.

"I thought your work husband was working tonight." He said, with a teasing smile. You chuckled and shrugged.

"Yeah, me too." You replied, just as your phone vibrated in your jeans back pocket. As you left the kitchen, you looked at your phone and scoffed.

20:38

Adrian

Come outside?

20:41

Me

I'm working.

20:41

Adrian

You're legally required to have a 15 min break.

20:43

Me

I'm aware of that, I'm not due one yet..

20:44

Adrian

Take it early

20:48

Me

Just come inside

20:48

Adrian

Can't

20:52

Adrian

Please?

20:53

Adrian

Just 5 minutes?

20:55

Adrian

BFF? Helloooo?

20:55

Adrian

🧜‍♂️

20:56

Adrian

🧜‍♂️

20:57

Adrian

🧜‍♂️

21:01

Me

Adrian, it's really busy tonight.

21:01

Adrian

🔪🩸

You rubbed your eyes and sighed before you shoved your phone back into your pocket. You glanced around the busy restaurant, noting that everything seemed to have calmed down a little. All the tables seemed taken care of, not needing any assistance as they enjoyed their meal, and none of your co-workers were paying any attention to you. You took a few steps back slowly, before you turned and sprinted out the back exit.

"Adrian?" You whispered, as you looked round the alleyway. "Adrian, it's me!"

"Whose me?" His voice came from behind one of the dumpsters and you rolled your eyes.

"Who the fuck do you think?" You hissed. When you reached his dumpster, you poked your head round and saw him slouched against the large container, his palm pressed flat against the right side of his chest. He pulled his mask up quickly, flashing you a grin, and a few cuts on his cheek, before pulling it back down.

"You okay?" You asked him and he nodded. You held your hand out to him and he took it. You pulled him up, then pulled your keys from your apron and handed them to him.

"Go wait at mine, I'll be home in ten minutes."

"I don't need your keys." Adrian replied. You opened up his hand and dropped the keys into his palm.

"Last time you climbed through my window, my neighbour almost called the police." You reminded him, earning a chuckle and a fond smile.

"Oh yeah." He closed his fist around the keys and grinned at you."See you in ten minutes."

"Just don't get blood everywhere, okay?"

"Scouts honour." He replied as he set off down the alley.

"You weren't in the scouts, Adrian!" You shouted after him, making him wave back at you dismissively.

****

"So, how did you get out of work?" Adrian asked you as you hung your jacket up and headed towards the kitchen.

"Please, Bill is like...60, I told him I had "woman troubles" and he couldn't get me out the office fast enough!" You chuckled.

You heard Adrian laugh from the living room and you smiled at the sound. "Your apartment is so much nicer than mine." He commented. You peered round the kitchen door and watched Adrian as he pottered around your living room, admiring the photographs on the wall; most notably the ones of the two of you. He did this every time he came round to be patched up, like he was making sure the photographs were still up. You smiled affectionately and turned back to the kitchen to grab the supplies.

"Is that why you're always getting yourself injured? So you can spend time here?" You asked, loud enough so he could hear you. You crouched down and pulled out one of the many dish towels and a bottle of vodka, that you had stashed away for these moments. After the fourth time and running around town trying to find what you needed, you realised you should stock up and be ready.

"You always tell me I'm welcome here whenever." Adrian replied when you entered the living room, your hands full. You dropped the stuff onto the coffee table and arched your eyebrow at him.

"And yet you only seem to come here when you're injured." You quipped back. "Now come and sit down."

Adrian protested, but ultimately let you pull him, gently, towards the couch, where he sat down. You gestured to his suit, and watched as he pulled the torso of his suit apart, before you helped him take the t-shirt off. You couldn't tell how deep the wound was, but you were pretty sure it wasn't one of the more serious injuries you'd had to tend to in the past.

"So, what happened?" You asked, gently wiping the dried blood away as you did. Adrian sucked air through his teeth as the antiseptic wipe grazed the open wound slightly.

"Got caught off guard. I was trying to save Peacemaker." Adrian replied.

"Well, it doesn't look too bad," You told him, "it's not that deep, but I will need to stitch it."

Adrian exhaled shortly through his nose, but didn't reply, so you took it as a sign to continue. He stayed still as you started to stitch the wound together, however, he soon began to shift and squirm, making it almost impossible for you to do anything.

"Adrian, unless you want a nipple piercing, stop moving!" You chastised. "I'm almost done!"

He did as he was told, but it didn't take long for him to start back up again. You sighed and stopped, tilting your head at him, the needle still threaded through his skin. "Don't make me sit on you." You warned.

There was a cheeky glint in Adrians eye as he replied, "Don't threaten me with a good time." You rolled your eyes, a smile dancing on your lips.

"You're an idiot. Just stay still."

You managed to finish up with no more interruptions, and you admired your work. It was a little messy, but all your internet research was paying off. You patted Adrian on the arm and he sat up, flashing a grin your way.

"Thank you." He said, and you shrugged as you cleaned up the mess.

"Any time Adrian, you know that." You replied with a smile. "So, you got what you needed from me, I take it you're leaving?"

You could tell from the lopsided grin Adrian was aiming your way that he could detect the teasing nature that you intended. You didn't want him to leave, and you hoped that he picked up on it.

"Well, I was going to meet Peacemaker, but I can always cancel if there's a better offer on the table."

You smiled. "I'm making Mac and Cheese?" You offered. You tried to sound innocent, like you didn't know Adrian loved your Mac and Cheese.

"That's definitely a better offer." Adrian replied, and you grinned.

"It's a date then." You said, with a smile.

[adatheromcomaddict]

How You Meet the Cullens + Jacob

Hi! I've decided I'm going to put some of my stuff from Wattpad, over here. If you want to see my Wattpad, its the same username as I have here. Anyway, this is how you meet the Cullens, + Jacob. Probably intended for female readers, but it could mostly go either way... I think. And I do have the girls as well in here.

Edward Cullen:

Edward and you met at school. Of course.

"Um, excuse me?" You asked a small girl, with short brown hair.

She turned around, revealing her pale white skin, and beautiful golden eyes.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

"I was wondering where Mr. Molina's classroom is?" You replied.

"Oh, yes. I can show you the way!" She grabbed your hand, and pulled you down the halls. (Wow, this is turning into an Alice preference)

"Thank you!" You said, when you two arrived at the classroom.

She pointed inside the room, towards a beautiful boy, with golden hair, and dark, dark, eyes. He glared at her, with his hand over his mouth. I turned to look at her, and she winked back at him.

"Uh, thank you. Oh, I never got your name." You said.

"Alice. Yours?" She asked, still smiling.

"Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, looks like you'll be sitting next to my brother, Edward, in there." She waved, and skipped away.

I walked inside the class, towards the boy, and sat down. He looked away, took a deep breath, then turned back to me.

"Hi, um, I'm Y/N. You're Edward, right?" I asked.

"Yes. I-I am." He seemed like he was in pain or something.

Weird.

Jacob Black:

I had lived in the outermost part of Forks for as long as I have lived. (Sounds like a wedding vow)

We were right next to the border of La Push. Therefore, I go to the school in the reservation.

(I have absolutely NO clue what the school is like there, so I'm making it up)

But, I didn't really talk to anyone. I had a few friends from down in the more central part of Forks, Bella Swan was one of them. She recently moved here full time. I hadn't seen her since I was little.

There was this one kid named Jacob who I had met a couple of times, mostly when he played with Bella snd I while our parents went fishing or whatever.

But, since Bella was going to school in Forks, I decided I would try and re-connect with this Jacob, to see if I could hang out with him.

So, I asked around one day at school for what classes he was in, and found out that he was in one of my classes. How did I never notice? Oh, just me and my oblivious self. (Sorry, if you're like- not oblivious?)

Well, I found him one day.

"Jacob, right?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, oh, oh! Y/N! Hi!" He seemed to be a very nice boy.

"Yes, it's me. Um, I haven't talked to you in years, I'm surprised you remember my name." I explained.

"I'm surprised you remembered mine." He laughed.

"So, uh, I"m kind of wondering if you want to like, hang out or something. Anywhere works. I just need some company." (Bella who?)

"Sire! You could come by my house today after school and we can catch up. Do you like cars?" He asked.

"Depends." I laughed in response.

"Well, you can come help me too. I like to re-build them."

"Sounds like a plan."

Emmett Cullen:

(for this one you are a vampire already, and yes I basically stole Rosalie's life. Also, if I get facts wrong, don't come for me, just tell me *kindly* and I will fix it)

I became a vampire in 1920. Two years after my brother Edward, and one year before my mother Esme.

I'd been a vampire for 15 years already. How time flies

One day I was running through the forest when I heard screams coming from a small patch. I sprinted towards the place, and saw a boy, probably 20, getting attacked by a bear. I shoved the bear off of him instantly, and bit into it, getting it's blood.

I remembered that the boy was watching, and was probably shaken up, not to mention, he was most likely dying. I turned back towards him, wiping a small bit of blood off of my lip, and said,

"Hello, I'm Y/N Cullen."

"E-Emmet. How did you do that?" He asked, very weakly.

"I have my ways. What hurts?" I asked.

"Everything." Of course-

"I'll be right back. Don't move." Not that he really could. I sprinted back to my house. I opened the door, and Carlisle, Esme, and Edward turned towards me.

"Y/N? What is it?" Carlisle asked.

"There's a boy, Emmett. He got attacked by a bear. He's very weak. You need to turn him Carlisle."

They all sprinted into the woods, and I led them towards where Emmett lay. He was still there, but weaker.

Jasper Hale:

(you're a vampire)

Jasper became a vampire in 1863. (I think)

He was telling me his story.

I had recently been turned into a vampire by Carlisle, after he rescued me, and I hadn't really met the rest of the family yet. (You can make up why you had to become a vampire)

When Jasper had finished the story, I said, "Wow."

"That's all I could get out. His story was just, wow....

I forgot, Edward could read my mind. I only remembered when he chuckled after I thought that.

I gave him an internal glare.

Bella was sitting in the corner, with him.

"So, Y/N, tell us your full story." Jasper smiled.

(Sorry, his is kind of short..)

Carlisle Cullen:

It was my first day working at the Forks Hospital and I needed some directions.

I walked up to mid-height man, with blonde hair, and very pale skin.

"Hello, sir?" I asked him, and he spun around.

"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?" He asked.

"H-how do you know my last name?" I asked in response.

"I heard someone talking about you coming, and you're the only new face around here. We don't get them often." He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Good thing he wasn't like a super-hearer or anything. {;)}

"Well, uhm, I was just wondering where the surgical ward is?" He pointed towards the left, and I smiled slightly, walking away, and quietly looking back at him after I was sure he couldn't see me.

Alice Cullen:

(You had already seen Alice before, but never interacted with her much, like most of the students)

I was walking around in the forest, when I heard footsteps.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Y/N!" A girl replied, I noticed it was Alice Cullen.

"Oh, hello, Alice." I was a bit confused to how she knew my name, but to be honest, I knew her's too and that's a bit strange. But, everyone does talk about the Cullens.

"What are you doing out here in the forest?" She asked me. I didn't have a valid answer. I could say "Just felt like taking a stroll..." or "Oh, I'm working on my steps." but, none of those were true, I really didn't know what I was doing here.

"Uhm, working on my steps, and taking a stroll....??" I questioned myself.

"Oookay then. Would you like to come with me? I can show you some of my favorite spots to relax." The way she said relax made me think she wasn't relaxing, and probably meant running around and exercising. Just what I needed.

"Sure, sounds great." I smiled.

Rosalie Hale:

Everyone that lives in Forks knows about the Cullens. Even the people in the reservation.

There's the three boys, the goofy one, the silent one, and the constipated one.

Then there's the two girls. Alice and Rosalie.

I've talked to Alice, we've said hi.

But in general, I know nothing about Rosalie.

All I know is she is incredibly smart, beautiful, and did I mention gorgeous?

I've never had the guts to talk to her. Maybe it's that I'm a wimp, or maybe it's that she is very intimidating. Probably a mixture of both.

But today, I got lucky, and didn't have to talk to her. She talked to me.

I had noticed her eyeing me a few times, and I never knew if she was looking down on me, in a bad way, or if she was interested in me. Both ways scared me.

Today, she came up to me.

I was sitting at the lunch table with Angela and Jessica, and the new kid, Bella.

"Y/N, can I talk to you really quick?" She asked.

"Uh, uh, yes, yes, sure." I stood up quickly, and while walking away with her, I turned towards Angela and Jess, and they smiled and winked.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to know... did you want to hang out sometime?"

"Like, a date...?"

"Uh, yeah. Like a date." She smiled and we both laughed.

"Sure." I smiled back.

Bella Swan:

Apparently, today Chief Swan's daughter is moving to the school.

I'm looking forward to it, I want to make more friends.

I was standing outside, waiting to see if I spotted her, when a big, orange-red truck pulled into the parking lot.

It must be her! I've never seen that truck before.

I ran up to it, when I saw people laughing at it. Whatever, I think it's cool.

She climbed out of her truck, and I probably startled her, standing there.

"Hi! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. You're Chief Swan's daughter, right?" I asked.

"Uh, yes. Bella Swan." She stuck out her hand, and I shook it.

"So, do you want to know anything, anything special?" I asked.

"Um, I'm not sure...." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. (Ugh, a classic Bella move)

"No worries. Let me show you to your first class." I smiled, and took her hand, pulling her down the hallway.

Esme Cullen:

I was walking around town, alone. A kind of dangerous move, since there have been so many mysterious attacks lately.

I was looking through random stores, when I noticed Esme Platt, (we're just saying she isn't a Cullen because I guess they aren't married...????) Carlisle Cullen's old friend. (I don't even know how to write this...)

"Hi, Esme." I said.

"Oh, hello, Y/N." She smiled.

"How have you been?" I haven't seen her in a while. We've talked a few times.

"I've been good, how have you been?" She replied.

"I'm great. We really should catch up sometime." I said, trying to be subtle.

"Yes, we should. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?" She asked.

"Of course! Where do you want to go?"

"Don't worry about me. I won't eat much anyway."

******

So, yeah, that's it. I'm aware that these aren't perfection, bur they were fun to write so, yeah!

I will be posting a lot more now since I'm getting really into writing again ;)

Thank you all for reading, (not that a ton of people are going to read this lol)

And yeah, see you soon! :3

-Ada

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San let out a small cooing sound as he watched the baby in his arms gobble down the milk in his bottle at an increasingly fast speed. Gently, he pulled the bottle away to give the infant time to swallow what he had without having any sort of accidents occur. The baby, not appreciating having his dinner taken away from him, let out a displeased squeal, fist raising up in the air while his legs began to kick out in frustration. Chuckling softly, San adjusted him so he wouldn't accidentally drop him or the bottle, the latter which would probably conclude in the child throwing a full blown tantrum.

"There there. I know you're a little glutton, but I can't let you drink all the milk in one go. I'm still traumatized from the time it all went to your lungs."

Whimpering softly, the boy's fist relaxed and began to clasp and unclasp itself as it tried to reach for the bottle. With a small pout forming on his face, San gave in and once again placed the rubber sucker near his son's mouth, which immediately opened and began gurgling down the lactose contents in the bottle. Withing seconds, the baby finished his meal. Holding him up, San began to pat him on the back, a satisfied smile on his face when his son emitted the faintest burp out of his throat.

"Ok, you're fed, your diaper was changed 15 minutes ago, am I missing something?"

The baby remained quiet as usual, unable to yet respond to his father's inquiry.

"I'll take that as a no then."

Kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his nose against the baby's, San moved over to where the crib was, ready to put the baby inside it so he could sleep. He carefully layed him down and pulled the blue Eeyore blanket Yeosang had gotten for him. Grabbing one of the tiny stuffed plushies, San tucked it under the baby's arm.

"Now you have a sleeping buddy."

Looking at the plush with a grimace, the baby threw the plush rather hard, hitting San on the side of his face.

"Damn son. A simple I don't like it would have sufficed."

He looked around, searching for something that he would like, but unlike himself who adored any plushie, his son was rather picky about his sleeping companions. As he was bending down to look in the treasure chest containing all his toys, he immediately shot up when he heard the baby let out a tiny shriek, nearly tripping on himself as he went to inspect what was the problem. San blinked slowly as the baby currently had his arms latched around Byeol's neck, rubbing his cheek on the top of her furry head, mouth opening up in a squealing giggle when her ears tickled along his nose. The siamese seemed completely unbothered by this, her eyes closing as her paw rested on the infant's tummy, a soft and low purr barely audible unless one payed close attention. Scratching under her chin, San smiled down at the heart fluttering image.

"Thank you for taking over babygirl."

After she let out a tiny meow, San now made his way out of the nursery to go into the adjoining room next to it, making sure to leave the door cracked open a little in case anything happened. He made so little noise as he entered the bedroom that his wife didn't even notice him as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands poking around her belly area, a dissatisfied look on her face. San breathed out a disheartened sigh through his nose as he knew very well what was probably going through her mind. Slowly he came up behind her, startling her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss to her temple, a light giggle coming out from him.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she gently moved his hands away from where they were, looking down embarrassingly.

"Let's go to sleep."

Saying those 4 words, Y/N crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Getting into the bed, she layed on her side, facing away from San yet again as she had been doing the past few days. Laying next to her, he scooted his body closer to hers. When she tried to shrink away from his touch, he merely pulled her against him, fingers brushing some of her fallen hair out of her shoulder. His lips began to pepper tiny butterfly kisses across her bare skin, starting from the top of her shoulder and working his way to her neck. Y/N shifted slightly, all those months of not being touched like that since she got pregnant and after having the baby suddenly made her aware how needy she was, how much she craved for San to touch her, hold her, fill her up once again.

But when he moved his hand back towards her stomach, she felt self conscious and pulled away from him.

"San .....please don't." She pleaded at him, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Shocked by her refusal, San sat up.

"Darling what's wrong? Please tell me." He asked her.

Y/N let out a tiny huff.

"Just forget about it....it's stupid anyways."

Frowning slightly, San reached a hand out to stroke his wife's cheek. His stroke was extremely delicate, as if he was caressing a fragile and valuable vessel that could break at any moment. In a way, that's what Y/N was to him.

"Is it cause you don't love your body? Are you self conscious after having the baby?"

Whipping her head around, she wiped some of the fallen tears off her eyes.

"How did you..?"

"I'm not dumb or oblivious Y/N. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes." He answered her.

Feeling even worse, Y/N sank back down on the bed, lip quivering in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

"I'm fat and ugly aren't I?"

Hearing her talk about herself with such disdainful comments broke San's heart. Moving himself so he was hovering above her body, he cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eye.

"You're not fat and you're certainly not ugly. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and will ever see. And I'm sorry that I failed in not letting you believe that..."

Stooping his face down, he captured her lips in a yearning kiss that had both of their hearts fluttering like the first time they had ever kissed each other. San did not pull away for a long time and when he did, it was only to peck her lips a couple times as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"So let me do that right now."

As he began to kiss along her jawline, Y/N tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.

"San-Sannie? Could you please turn off the light though?" She hesitantly asked.

Letting out a smug laugh, San pushed himself up so he could pull the blankets off their bodies.

"Sorry darling. Tonight I want to see all of you with no covers and in full light. Let me see your entire beauty."

San's hands worked quickly to remove all the articles of clothing that covered Y/N's body. Once her panties were discarded onto the pile on the floor, he looked back at his wife and took in the sight of her naked. Harshly sucking in a breath, he bit down on his lower lip and released a low moan.

"Fuck it's been way too long. Far too long if you ask me."

Tilting her head to allow him easier access, Y/N was already melting from San's kisses across her neck. His hands were already groping down on her breasts, feeling squishier and more tender due to all the milk they had been producing since pregnancy. As soon as his thumbs began tweaking at her nipples, she arched her back and stifled back a whimper, but San's ears still caught it.

"They're really sensitive aren't they love?" His eyes looked up at her as his tongue teasingly swiped across one of her sensitive buds.

Y/N's head nodded in a needy way. Her hands cupped San's chin to press his face against her chest, her swollen breast nearly smothering him. Letting out a heavy groan, San squished her boobs together, watching them jiggle against each other. He'd release them to watch as they bounced against her body before picking them up again.

"Fucking hell, they got so damn huge." He licked his lips.

Taking hold of his hands, Y/N guided his movements so he could massage them as she wanted him to. As Y/N looked up at her husband, she felt shy about what she was about for ask him to do. Seeing her bite down on her lip, San knew there was something on her mind. Bending over to kiss along the sides of her neck, his warm breath ghosted near her ear.

"Tell me what you want babygirl, I want to fulfill your desires." His voice lowered significantly, making her pool even more in between her thighs.

"Sannie...please suck my tits."

Pulling back, he looked at her with a worried expression, no doubt wondering if it would be ok. Pecking his lips, she began to calm his worries.

"It'll be fine, just please, wanna feel your mouth around them."

Not needing any further coercion, San dipped his face and buried his face in her breasts. First paying attention to one, he began kissing it as the other hands fondled the other one. Slowly he opened his mouth and latched it down onto her nipple, giving it an experimental suckle before going any further. Noticing the way she inhaled deeply and pushed her chest more outwards, he then took more of her of in his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he continued a pattern of flicking and swiping his tongue around her areolas before gripping in his palms and fingertips as sucking sounds come out of his mouth. Soon enough, he felt a thin, watery liquid start to come out of her. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as her husband moaned out an 'oh my god' before his mouth began pumping more of her breast milk out of her body. His oral ministrations on her nipple became more languidly as he was savoring the sweet fluid that he gulped down his throat. Not just San, Y/N's breathing became more ragged and she felt more aroused than she wanted to admit.

"Sannie, don't forget to pay attention to the other one." She reminded as she petted his hair.

Switching over to the other side, this time the latching of his lips was more sloppy and his suckling more desperate. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her milk. Muffled grunts and moans could be heard whenever he gave a particular long suck at her skin. He never imagined that feeding on Y/N's lactating milk could turn him on so much. Releasing her nipple with a loud popping sound, he panted as some of the white liquid trickled down his chin.

"Now I understand why our son is always hungry."

They both couldn't help but laugh softly at his cute little joke. Even as he began peppering kisses down her sternum to her stomach, he was still a giggling mess. Once he got to her lower abdomen, he took his time to trace each and every stretch mark that adorned it. Although he knew she hated them, he thought they were remarkably beautiful, even more so since he knew how she got them. He made sure to kiss all around that part of her body with tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know why you hide them. They're gorgeous...."

Pausing, he looked back up at her, a light twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly to her.

"You're gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

Blushing intensely, Y/N couldn't help but hide her face with her hands

"Really?" She piped out.

Stooping down once again, San dragged his mouth along her hips bones.

"Yes. Even more so now. I still can't believe that you actually carried our son in here, I'm still amazed you did. And these scars..."

Tracing along the lines, he couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.

"Are a reminder that you did. And everytime I see them, I'll remember all those months of waiting and taking care of you until you gave me the greatest present you could give me. Thank you love."

Feeling overcome with emotions, Y/N couldn't help but let tears fall down her cheeks at her husband's words. Not yet finished with his praises, San now began kissing up her inner thighs, teeth grazing along the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"You have no idea how crazy I am about you. Even after all this time, I still want you like the first day I saw you. Hell I think I desire you even more now than back then love. I go insane every time I look at you. I can't believe you're all mine."

Pushing her legs up, his hands firmly gripped the back of her thighs as his face began to dive into her glistening cavern.

"All mine."

Y/N couldn't keep her body from jolting up when San's tongue licked up her folds. Every swipe of his tongue along her slit had her toes curling. She couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out this way. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against his face whenever his mouth opened and closed over her clit, the humming sounds he was making sending waves of shock up her body. San didn't mind at all when her fingers began to harshly tug at his hair, it only made him smile in satisfaction against her mound. By the way her thighs were trying to close around his head, he knew she was definitely enjoying herself. The lewd whimpering she was releasing was further indication that she was about to spill herself onto him at any moment and although San would have loved nothing more than to have her cum all over his face, he really preferred something else right now.

With great effort, he detached his mouth from her core, chuckling in a teasing manner when Y/N's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat pissed by the fact he denied her the much anticipated orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time. Pulling his shirt over his head, San licked his lips and winked at the woman underneath him, whose eyes sprang up when he rid himself of his bottoms and his erect cock sprang free.

"Missed this darling?"

He teased her as he ran the head along her folds, coating it with her slick to act as extra lubrication for them. Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him pushing inside her, both of them spewed out hisses and small mutters when his member was fully sheathed inside her walls.

"Ok hold on....give me a second....fuck! It's been way too long."

Y/N could only let out a groan in agreement to his words. Once they both settled down, San began a rather tame and mellow pace, pulling out completely before stuffing himself back inside her. Her legs were already trembling everytime he pushed back in, his tip rubbing against her g-spot due to the way he angled his hips upwards. His fingers were harshly digging into her thighs, surely about to leave tiny purple marks on the days to come. Y/N's hands reached upwards to grip on San's forearms as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sannie...please... faster."

Halting his movements briefly, San took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, a sinister smile on his face.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

Her breath got caught in her throat when he began slamming his hips against hers, back arching and breasts bouncing with every thrust he was making. San felt like he was in heaven once more, feeling his lover clench around his length as the two became connected as one yet again. He missed the euphoric feeling of both giving and receiving such an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't contain the heavy panting coming out of his mouth although he tried to keep his voice down so as to not wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. Thumb reaching down, he began to circle it around Y/N's pink nub, making her flinch and tremble at the added sensation.

"San! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" She warned him.

"Oh? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a mess all over me?"

Throwing her head back into the pillow, Y/N shut her eyes tightly, mouth struggling to stifle back whimpered shrieks as San hit harder and deeper in her.

"San- don't t-tease me.." She said through tear stained eyes.

"Trust me I'm not love. Just wanna make you feel good, have you cum all over me and then spill my load into you."

Growling softly, he placed his hand on top of her stomach, gently caressing it with his fingers as he looked down at his partner.

"Gonna cum inside you once more love. Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed and get you knocked up again. Would you like that?"

"Oh my-" Y/N clutched at the sheets underneath her, feeling herself on the brink of toppling over the edge due to his dirty talk.

"Yeah you want that? I'll make sure you're pregnant again. Looking all pretty and cute with a swollen belly once again. Carrying another child of mine. Fuck!"

Unable to hold back anymore, San frantically plunged himself deeper in her walls quickly sending them both over the edge at the same time. Y/N's legs quivered and her body shook uncontrollably as the long forgotten feeling of a high took over her completely. San couldn't help but chant out a series of 'oh my gods' as his hips sputtered and he coated her pussy with his cum that gushed out and filled her to the brim, some of it spurting out as he continued to move inside her, helping them both ride out their orgasms.

Movements getting slower until stopping completely, San leaned down to kiss Y/N once again, fervently and passionately.

"I love you so much." He declared, a wide smile sprawling across his handsome face.

"I know....I love you too San."

San kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

"You're absolutely perfect darling. Don't ever forget that." He complimented her.

Although she felt embarrased and shy at his words, she played it off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes.

"Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to another round?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean...... I'm not saying no...and we do have all night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"He might wake up at any moment now." She nudged her head towards the direction of the nursery.

"Oh don't worry about him, Byeol's taking over night shift tonight."

Y/N let out a squeak when San sat up and positioned her on top of his cock before sliding her down on it.

"And I'm not done with making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."

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Stargirl: A pleasant surprise.

So I finished the season finale and I have a lot of thoughts about it, so here I would try to mention all of them.

1. Again, this show has gave me so much serotonin. Is a pleasant surprise to watch how good it is. The choreography, the chemistry of the characters, the CGI, the plot. I'm happy to watch each episode.

2. I wasn't completely sell with Eclipso at the beginning. How wrong I was. It did great.

3. Sometimes, the fact that you can predict something in the plot doesn't mean that when it happens is bad. I knew since the shadowlands episode that we were gonna have a corrupt Courtney and love was gonna be the part that was gonna pull her out. I love that scene anyway. Good plots are important, even if they are predictable.

4. One of the few things I was hoping is to keep the Crocks, the shade and Cindy. And that's exactly what we got, so I win.

5. I imagine a full green lantern should be a nightmare for the CGI budget; but I want more of Jennie. And I want her Jade costume. I know her we are more Alan Scott green lantern than lantern corps lantern but we can mix it up a little.

6. I was thinking, is not that what we got is bad, is that I want something a little different? I mean the JSA reunion. It felt that it needed to push that scene because there was so much other stuff going on, but after what the members suffer this season, I was hoping a moment more emotional. HOWEVER, the same reason of what they suffered this season, is why that reunion worked. Eclipso broke them, as a group, and individuals, so a happy reunion wasn't completely real. I just hope they don't brush the baggage for next season. I mean, what happened with Yolanda and the group is something to discuss. Also, Rick was in jail, for a long time, alone, and no one went to visit my boy.

7. Loving the dynamic between Cindy and the JSA. I hope that stay like that for a while. For funny moments.

8. Can Yolanda go live with the nice woman from the place they worked together? Also, where is Rick gonna live. Who is gonna be his legal guardian.

9. To be honest, I was worried about starman coming back. The CW and the arrowverse is known to take from the female lead to give to the white man. But that scene was very good, it worked in a way that shown him supporting Courtney and elevating her. So that's ok, so far. I hope stay that way.

10. Can I say that I love how they include Barbara in all of this? The family dynamic dealing with the superhero stuff is one of my favorite parts. I wonder if this new bad guy is gonna get interest in Barbara as well. It would be to keep the tradition for each season.

11. I really can't tell a single thing from Cameron yet. Poor boy has been so in the sides since this show started. I don't feel I can elaborate a single feeling towards this guy, because they haven't give me anything from him. Let's see what would happen next season now that he knows.

12. Can I say I freaking love Jackeem? he is amazing and I want him more.

13. I'm a little confused on how they are gonna made that suit, but I'm loving the over support of Beth's parents. That's how you are around your 100% amazing super hero daughter.

14. And speaking of Beth; I was a little worried they were gonna go with the "never met your heroes" thing some other shows use. But I love how supportive and proud Chuck is for Beth. That was a nice touch.

15. I'm still out of any ship. I can't stop seeing them as just small kids that should be doing homework and not get involve in any of this. That doesn't mean I don't see the ships interactions, chemistry and stuff; or for any chance, that I'm going to be against or pro any ship. I just don't ship here. If any of you do, please continue.