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wordstome · 5 months

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COD Men as Dream Daddy DILFs

Call of Duty single dads x gn!single parent reader

⤐Characters: 141 + König + Horangi + Keegan

⤐Premise: You just moved into a neighborhood with a high population of retired military personnel.

*glances at my 3-4 wips* let's talk about some dilfs, shall we? ...Don't look at me. I had a vision. (No relation to the actual characters from Dream Daddy, just a similar premise) Also a disclaimer: I'm writing these dads mostly in their late 30s to 40s, but don't think about their ages and the ages of their kids too much. This is all vibes. And sorry ahead of time if I gave one of the kids the same name as you 💀 Feel free to imagine the kid has a different name because the names really don't matter

p.s. I wanted to write more characters but I had to reel myself in. I could be persuaded to write a part 2 with Vaqueros, Nikolai, Valeria, Nikto, and other Ghosts tbh

Warning: this shit is LENGTHY. Strap yourself in.

Price: A post about DILFs and you expect me not to start with Captain John Price? Price is the lynchpin of this cul de sac. He's the one inviting everyone over to the barbecue, tries to get the dads to get along, and gives everyone advice. He has the quintessential dad energy. He 100% slaps his knees and says "well!" when he gets up. Price also has major girl dad energy. He's got three adorable little ladies, aged 3 (Clara), 9 (Brianna), and 11 (Alice). Yes, he did name his daughters in ABC order, I can see him doing that. Oh, he dotes on his girls, and they love their dad endlessly. He's the model father: recitals, sports, parent teacher conferences, you name it, he's there.

That's how the two of you meet: he comes up to you at one of the aforementioned events and gives you a firm handshake and apologizes profusely for not coming around to introduce himself earlier. It's not like him not to at least swing by, and he hopes you can forgive him the discourtesy. He hands you his number and says anything you need, just give him a call, or maybe swing by for a beer sometime. He gives you a wink that makes your knees weak, a wink that says he definitely noticed you checking out his muscled arms and broad shoulders. Maybe you will swing by for that beer sometime—and maybe get a little more than just a drink.

Ghost: I could see Simon having a one night stand kid. He certainly never saw himself starting a family after he lost his last one, but he was stressed and probably piss drunk as well. Years and years later, he's back from deployment and finds a social worker with a boy on his doorstep, and the rest is history. I love the idea of Simon with a moody 16 year old, but I actually see Simon and his son having the same dynamic as Mike and Abby Schmidt from the FNAF movie. Since Simon wasn't around for Caden's early childhood, they have a relationship that's undeniably father and son, but leaning towards casual and sibling-like. Simon's figuring his shit out, dealing with his PTSD and the various lasting health issues his time in special forces has left him with, and Caden's a quiet, sensitive 10 year old boy who thinks the world of his dad.

You meet Simon at the local bar. His Ghost days are long behind him, but the balaclava's a hard habit to kick. Besides, he doesn't need people staring at his scars. He's usually there with the 141, but today he's alone, and looks like he could use some company. You sit up at the bar close to him and order a drink, but you don't disturb him, and he visibly relaxes when he realizes you're not going to try to make small talk. It becomes a routine, the two of you: always sharing a quiet drink together at the bar, and then both of you wordlessly go home to your kids. You have a sort of silent conversation every time: Good to see you again. Yeah, you too. Neither of you actually speak a word to the other until Price introduces you to him at a gathering, and you finally hear his voice. "We've met before," he says, with a glint in his eye that suggests perhaps he'd like to be more than just a silent drinking buddy. That's fine with you: you're dying to see what's under the mask and dark hoodie.

Soap: JOCK ALERT. Johnny's basically Craig from Dream Daddy: total dreamboat who goes on runs around the neighborhood and gets all the appreciative looks from the local moms. He thrives on the attention in a way that definitely makes the 141 roll their eyes. He's got an older little girl named Elodie, and a lil baby boy Thomas that he takes everywhere with him. Obviously he's just being a responsible parent taking care of an infant, but secretly, Thomas is a great conversation starter with aforementioned local moms.

Conversely however, it's Johnny who makes the move on you first. Maybe in the grocery store, maybe at one of Price's get-togethers. Sidles up to you and introduces himself with a look in his eye that means trouble. Only the good kind of trouble, of course. If you reciprocate and he finds out you're single, you're not getting rid of him. But why would you want to, anyway? He's endlessly charming, attentive, and good with his hands. When he's fixing a leaky tap for you, of course—what did you think I meant?

Gaz: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a fucking heartthrob. I'm saying it right here, right now. He's a walks in with flowers, makes you dinner kind of partner. Also househusband vibes, because, surprise: Kyle is still married. This isn't a Joseph (Dream Daddy) situation, though: he and his wife, Emily, have known each other for a long time, a very high school sweethearts situation. Over the years, though, they drifted apart with Kyle in the military, and Emily eventually realized she's not actually into men. They're still married for coparenting purposes: they've got an older teenage girl named Violet, and a younger boy named Elliott. (Yes, I'm naming him after Elliot Knight, sue me.)

Honestly, I think it would be HILARIOUS if you met Kyle on a dating app and realized he's your next-door neighbor. But however you guys meet, Kyle is an old-school courter kind of guy. He is taking you on dinner dates, listening to you rant about your day, and is on your doorstep in a heartbeat when you call him in a panic because your kid's running a 105 fever (41 in Celsius) and you need a ride to the emergency room. (Not that the other dads wouldn't do the same, but I'm trying to convey "most reliable man in the world" vibes here.)

König: Y'all...you don't know how much fucken time I've spent thinking about this man as a dad. He's in the same boat as Ghost where he never saw himself living long enough to start a family, but here he is with the most precious little girl you've ever laid eyes on. Ava's got her father's curly hair and big green eyes, and she has her dad wrapped around her pinky finger. For König, Ava is living proof that he's capable of being more than just a tool for violence.

You meet König through Ava, of course. Your kids are the closest of friends, and the two of them are constantly going over to each other's houses. You're obviously delighted that your kid is making new friends and fitting in so well, but you'd be lying if your heart didn't skip a beat whenever you open your door to see Ava's six foot ten dad standing there with soft eyes and a sheepish smile. I have to stop here, because I've already written an extra paragraph for this man that I've cut out and pasted for safekeeping in my notes app, and if encouraged I will write more. (Please encourage me.)

Horangi: I know we already had a sort of Robert (Dream Daddy) figure with Ghost, but I think Horangi is a dad whose kid is an adult, much like Robert and Val. I also think that out of all the dads, Horangi is likely the one who's still doing some level of military work. Either that, or he has a very demanding job that takes up a lot of his time. He's ashamed of the way he let his gambling affect his family in the past, and is making up for it by being responsible and keeping his finances in order.

You don't meet him until you've lived in the neighborhood for quite a while, but he pops up at a gathering, talking quietly with König in a corner. You'd thought you had met every neighbor in the cul de sac, so you're intrigued by the newcomer. Someone, probably Price, tells you what Hong-jin's deal is, and ever since that you just can't keep your eyes off of him. You can't quite work up the nerve to talk to him, so you occupy yourself talking with the other parents. Some time later, you're at the food table grazing on the snacks when you look up and make eye contact with him. There's something intense in his gaze that makes you freeze, like a deer in headlights. He's definitely checking you out, you think. Your chest erupts into nervous butterflies when he starts walking towards you.

Keegan: Keegan is an adoptive father! I love his dynamic with the Walker boys, so I can see him being the kind of guy who adopts an older teenager so they have a home and a family instead of aging out of the system. Jason and Cecelia are high school age siblings who would have been separated otherwise, and consider Keegan their dad in every way that's important.

I think you and Keegan are definitely rivals in some way. Maybe it's a PTO thing, maybe he gets a little too boisterous at your kids' sports game. Whatever it is, you can't stand the man, but your annoyance whenever he's around only seems to amuse him. You have no problem saying to his face exactly what you think about him, but unfortunately, Keegan can see right through you. And hey, Cecelia could use some experience as a babysitter, so you won't have to worry about spending the night over at his place, will you?

As always, I wanna hear peoples' thoughts and feedback! If you want to hear more about these dads, drop me an ask <3

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starkwlkr · 1 year

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can you please do a part 4 where ruby’s finds about pregnancy and become jealous, but charles and yn only notices when one night charles is kiss and talking with yn’s belly and without them notice she’s going to her room and do a suitcase, when she returns with them she having tears in her eyes and tell them she going to live with her grand mere since them don’t need and want her anymore now they have another baby, and them become all fluffy with charle’s and yn talking to her and ruby’s being the biggest daddy’s girl

sorry abou my english, i hope you understand

jealousy, jealousy | charles leclerc

ruby is so real for this because i almost did this when i was younger (tbh i still get jealous when my mom praises my other cousins because her and i have a complicated relationship ENOUGH TRAUMA DUMPING SORRY)

When Ruby was told she was going to be a big sister, it didn’t go as planned. She was pretty straight forward about it too.

“Why do you need another baby?” She asked her parents one night during dinner. Charles and Y/n were confused. Ruby always talked about all the kids in her class having siblings. “You have me.”

“Ruby, we love you very much, the new baby isn’t going to change that.” Charles spoke to his daughter.

“Okay,” she wasn’t quite convinced yet. She looked at her mom and noticed her stomach was bigger. “Why is your belly big? Did you eat a lot?”

“Ruby Jules, that’s not a nice thing to say.” Charles sighed. He always wondered how his mom managed to raise three boys, he was having trouble with just Ruby. He made a mental note to thank his mom for everything she had done. “Mama’s belly is big because that’s where your baby brother or sister is. You were in mama’s belly too.”

“No, I wasn’t. Uncle Arthur told me I came from the hospital. I saw pictures of mama and me.” Ruby said, grabbing her juice box from the table and drinking from it.

“Yes, we were in the hospital but before that you were in my belly.” Y/n added.

“When does the baby get here?” Ruby wondered. “Do I have to share my room? I don’t like sharing my toys with a baby.”

“The baby isn’t going to stay in your room. They’re going to stay with mama and daddy. They’re going to be too small so we have to take care of them.” That’s when Charles made a mistake.

It took almost three whole years for Ruby to actually stay in her own room. When Charles would put her to sleep, Ruby’s little legs would take her right back to her parent’s room. Ruby wasn’t afraid of the dark or the ‘monsters’ in her closet, she just wanted to hug her daddy while she slept.

“Why does the baby get to sleep in your room? Why can’t I?” Ruby asked.

“Ruby-”

“I’m leaving.” Ruby mumbled and got down from the chair. She angrily stomped away then a few seconds later, she reappeared just to grab her unfinished juice from the table, then she finally left.

“I knew we should’ve waited until tomorrow. We could’ve gotten her a cake or taken her to the park. She hates us, Charles.” Y/n frowned. She picked up Ruby’s plate and walked over to the sink. She started washing the dishes when Charles came up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her small, but visible bump.

“She doesn’t hate us, mon amour. She just doesn’t understand. A couple years from now, her and the baby are going to be best friends.” Charles kissed Y/n’s cheek.

“I hope you’re right.” Y/n put down the washed plate and turned around to face Charles.

“I am right and I’m also right about this one being a boy. He’s going to be a strong, smart boy like his dad.” Charles bent down to place a kiss on Y/n’s belly.

“Really? Because I remember you calling yourself stupid.” Y/n teased. Her hands started playing with Charles’ hair. “And what makes you so sure that baby leclerc is going to be a boy?”

“I just know. We already have a daughter, having a boy would complete our family.” Charles smiled at his wife. “I love you already, baby leclerc.” He looked back at the bump.

Ruby watched from a distance as her dad kissed her mom’s belly multiple times. It broke her heart hearing them call the new baby ‘baby leclerc’. Why couldn’t they name it differently? That’s was her nickname. The baby wasn’t even here and they were already stealing from her. That’s the moment when Ruby decided she wasn’t wanted anymore, not when there was a new baby coming soon.

The four year old walked to her room and started going through her closet, looking for her small princess backpack. When she finally found it, she unzipped it and began to pack her some clothes along with a stuffed animal, her doll, two euros and a book with bedtime stories.

If her parents weren’t going to love her then she was going to the one person she knew would love her no matter what. Pascale lived right across the street from them so Ruby knew exactly where to go. She put on her backpack, grabbed her stuffed animal and walked back to the living room where she found her parents cleaning up before going to bed.

“And where are you going, little one?” Charles quickly noticed the girl with the backpack.

“I’m going to grand-merè house because you don’t love me anymore. She loves me, she gives me ice cream.” Ruby said in a low voice. She didn’t think she was going to cry when she told her mom and dad she was leaving, but here she was, tears coming out her eyes as she stood before them explaining why she was leaving.

“Baby, we will always love you. The new baby isn’t going to replace you. Come here,” Y/n grabbed her daughter’s hand and led her to the sofa so they could have a proper talk. “We love you and the new baby isn’t going to change that. What made you think we didn’t love you anymore?”

Ruby wiped away her tears. “I heard papa call the baby my name. And they’re going to sleep in your room.”

Y/n brought the crying girl into her arms for a hug. “I’m sorry if you felt like we didn’t love you. We love you so much, my pretty girl.”

“I’m sorry for calling your brother or sister baby leclerc. If you want, you can name them. What do want to call the baby?” Charles poked Ruby’s cheek, making the girl laugh.

“I want the baby to be called Steve!” Ruby said confidently.

“Steve? Like the guy from Blues Clues?” Y/n asked.

Ruby nodded. “He’s funny and we sing old macdonald had a farm together!”

“Okay, baby steve it is.” Charles chuckled as he took the girl from his wife’s arms. “I love you, Ruby Jules. You’re my special girl, but don’t tell mama or else she’s going to get jealous.” He whispered to her.

“Okay, daddy.” Ruby nodded, giggling as she did so. “I love you too.” She hugged Charles, her giggles getting louder as Charles tickled her sides.

“Say goodnight to mama … and baby steve. It’s bedtime, baby leclerc.” Charles said.

“Goodnight mama, I love you. Goodnight baby Steve, you’re okay.” Ruby kissed her mom then copied Charles’ actions from earlier and kissed her mom’s belly.

“Goodnight, my pretty girl. I love you too.” Y/n kissed Ruby’s cheek and watched as Charles took a laughing Ruby to her room.

Y/n sighed and looked down at her belly. “Baby Steve.” She chuckled at the name. “Come on Steve, it’s bedtime.”

#formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari #f1 one shot #baby leclerc series #starkwlkr

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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WIBTA for pulling my younger brother from his bedroom for "sleepovers" in the living room in the middle of the night?

I hate how clickbaity that is, but it really is the most succinct way I can try to paraphrase this. I have submitted here before for similar reasons, so this setup may or may not sound vaguely familiar, but this is pretty self-contained as a separate issue, I think. Quick preface- I am one of four siblings. Ages aren't particularly important for this, save for the fact that the oldest three are within a handful of years of each other, while our youngest is several years our junior. I was 11 when he was born, for reference. We'll call him C, and the two middle brothers A and B.

We somewhat recently (within the past few years) moved to a new house with a few more rooms, which shook up our previous sleeping arrangements. Now, instead of A, B, and C sharing the same room while I had my own for gender-related reasons, A gets his own space while B and C continue sharing a room. This means that my room no longer immediately across the hall from all three. A has a bit of a history of being loud in the middle of the night and getting mad when others ask, request, or tell him to be quiet, so this was a relief.

However, my new room is still just a few feet away from B and C, and now B is doing loud enough things to keep me awake- mainly playing video games and either not using headphones, constantly humming loudly along to the music playing, or saying something about the game. As a "bonus," he insists that C has to watch him play the entire time.

Even though this runs well into the early hours of the morning most nights.

And C still has early-morning school to worry about.

Previously, I'd just resigned myself to shutting up, jamming earplugs in my ears each night, and dealing with whatever weirdness is making one of my ears painfully itchy on a daily basis as a result. However, recently our parents started giving C flak for staying up late. They also made sure we knew they wanted B to stop keeping him up, but I'm not sure B actually knows or cares.

C and I did a bit of kvetching about unrelated topics today, this subject came up, C told me he doesn't enjoy being kept up that late either, and I had the idea that, should midnight come and go without B quieting down, I would interrupt whatever they're doing and "ask" C if he wanted to come sleep in the living room with me. I'm putting "ask" in quotations because I voiced this idea almost immediately, and C agreed this would be helpful just as quickly; me asking would serve solely as a way to have me interject into whatever B's doing and give C a quick way out.

At the same time, B can get touchy if he thinks C is brushing him off or I'm "butting in." I mean, C and I kinda will be doing both those things if we wind up needing to do this, but B seems intent on monopolizing as much of C's time and actions as he can get away with. I don't really think they need to fully stop interacting, but maybe B needs some time to himself instead of constantly wringing attention out of the baby of the family.

Then again, B is an adult. Like, legally. He'll be able to drink in a few months. He doesn't need to act like I'm interrupting his playtime with his favorite action figure whenever I remind him C isn't required to pay attention to him 24/7.

Idk. As far as sleeping arrangements in the living room would go, there's enough furniture to go around. I'm just not entirely sure if butting in would be an asshole move. Justified? Almost certainly, I think. An asshole move? That, I don't know. Whatever the case, I'm hoping these things work out quickly enough that we don't lose much more sleep. We're tired of finally managing to get to sleep at 3 AM.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mrs-johansson · 8 months

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 19:

“Hey, guys,” heard Scarlett’s voice at the front door. I smoothed out my dress and my hair before waking out of the kitchen. “What a beautiful house,” I’m guessing that was her mom. “Right? She has great taste,” oh she’s hyping me up.

They all walked in, her three brothers and two sisters with their parents. “Hi,” I said nervously with a smile. Scarlett swiftly moved to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist. Her mom was the first to come up to me and she had a smile on her face which seemed genuine and kind. “I want you guys to meet my girlfriend, Y/n, but you probably know her already,” said Scarlett. “Of course we do. It’s so nice to meet you, darling. I’m Melanie,” I held out my hand but she moved to hug me. “Oh yeah, that’s better,” I chuckled as I hugged her back. Scar’s hand still lingered on my lower back making it really hard to focus on her MOTHER. “Y/n!” Rose came running from the living room then she realized her family was there. And she still came to me, holding her hands up. I picked her up and she looked at her relatives. “Hi,” she said with a big smile. “Everything okay in the living room?” I asked and she nodded. “I just want more juice.” “How about after dinner? You can have more of that tomato bread,” I brushed a piece of hair out of her face. “Okay,” she sighed and leaned her head on my shoulder.

Scarlett’s dad was the next person who introduced himself and damn he was tall. “Hello, I’m Karsten,” he held out his hand. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” I said and shook his hand. “Hi, Grandpa!” Rose excitedly greeted the man before they high-fived.

I met each of her siblings, and I wouldn’t have thought Hunter and Scarlett would look so much alike. “Shall we go to the table?” Asked Scarlett and they all agreed. She settled them in and I left to the kitchen with Rose still on my side. “Don’t you want to be with them?” I sat her on the counter just until I got the drink out of the fridge. “No. I want to stay with you.” “Go in there, I’ll bring the food out,” Scarlett walked in. “You can’t leave me with them, I just met them,” I spread my arms. “And they already think you’re the nicest person,” she left a kiss on my cheek. “Mama?” Spoke Rose. “Yes, baby?” Scarlett opened the fridge. “Y/n is my mama too?” My mouth fell open and I glanced at Scarlett. We shared a look before she stood by my side. “Uhm…” She started. “Would you like… that?” Scarlett cleared her throat, nervous even to look at me. “Yes!” She clapped her hands and I swear I had tears in my eyes. “Okay, okay… Why don’t you see what Uncle Hunter is doing?” She took her off the counter and she happily walked out.

“I’m sorry, this was so sudden…” Scarlett started to apologize but I didn’t let her finish instead I wrapped her in the biggest hug. “Oh okay…” She chuckled, hugging me back. “She is the cutest kid, you don’t have to be sorry about anything,” I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek. “I’m so happy she feels happy with you. I still have to talk with Romain though. And thank you for being her new mommy I guess,” she pulled back taking hold of my hands, kissing my knuckles. “It’s the biggest honor.”

We brought in the appetizer and some wine, put Rose into her chair and we started chatting. “I already said to Scarlett, you have a very lovely home Y/n,” said Melanie, and I smiled. “Thank you. One of my architect friends designed everything. “It’s pretty great work,” Karsten looked around. “Thanks,” I said.

The prosciutto quickly disappeared and a bottle of wine was shared between most of us.

I brought out the main dish and everyone was happy to see beef roast with crispy baked potatoes and some different veggies. “Wow this looks amazing,” Scarlett mumbled to herself and I smiled at the sparkling look in her eyes. I got some on Rose’s plate and cut up the meat and the potatoes. “Thank you,” she said as soon as I put the plate in front of her. “You’re welcome.”

“So how did you two meet? Scarlett only told us about a mystery woman,” Hunter smiled at his sister. “We accidentally bumped into each other around November last year,” Scarlett said. “I still think it wasn’t an accident on Scarlett’s side though,” I shrugged with a cheeky smile. “Okay… That’s… Alright, it wasn’t a full accident,” I turned my head toward her and honestly I was shocked that she admitted it. “But we talked for a couple of months after that and then I finally asked her out,” smiled my amazingly beautiful girlfriend.

They asked me all sorts of questions and I was happy to answer all of them. I had nothing to hide from her family and I wanted them to know that I love Scarlett with all my heart. And also Rose.

Later in the night after they left and we put Rose to bed, we cleaned up the kitchen. “How do you think it went?” I asked Scarlett as she put the clean plates away. “Couldn’t have gone better. They love you for sure,” she said and I smiled. “That’s great.”

I finished everything and I got the bottle of wine that was half empty. Poured into two glasses and sat on the counter. Scarlett wiped her hands and took one of the glasses and stood between my legs. Her left hand rested on my thigh, caressing the exposed skin. “Dinner was nice, if you get bored of this acting thing you could be a chef,” she said and took a sip of her wine. I chuckled at her words and shook my head. “Hopefully I don’t get bored of this.” “Yeah, I kinda hope that too,” she shrugged and downed the whole glass of liquor. “Wow, wine is not for thirst you know,” I said and she put the glass down, her hands going straight to my waist. She pulled me closer, my legs sneaking around her waist. “You look good,” she leaned close, her eyes looking between mine and my lips. “I taste good too,” I gave a kiss just on the edge of her mouth. Her pupils were wide and the way her jaw clenched just drove me crazy. Scarlett never held back the lust she felt and not gonna lie that was incredibly hot. My hands trailed up her arms right to her neck. I put my glass down from my other hand and started to slowly massage the back of her neck. “I hope you’ll be like this even when we’re 50,” Scarlett murmured, the tension just growing and growing. “You don’t have to worry about that,” I finally pulled her into a kiss, deepening it immediately.

Scarlett squeezed my waist, the fabric of my dress tightening around me as she fisted it. The kiss soon becomes sloppy and desperate. She pulled the dress up to the top of my thighs and I swiftly pushed myself up and she rolled up the dress from under me. I pulled away and Scarlett was desperate to remove my dress, throwing it to the floor.

Scarlett’s eyes fell to my breast and before I could think she started kissing all over my chest. A quiet sigh fell from my lips and I tilted my head back so she could have more access. “I love you so much,” she mumbled against my skin and soon started sucking on my pulse. My breath hitched as I tried to speak but I forced it out tho. “I love you too.”

I looked down at her breathlessly as her eyes met mine just before she took a tit into her warm mouth. I gasped and my hands moved on their own accord, slipping fingers through her hair as she sucked and lightly trailed her teeth over my right tit before moving onto the left. I was trying my best to be as quiet as possible but it was very fucking hard.

I grabbed her left hand and pushed it between my legs, hoping she would get the message.

And thank god she did, because her fingers found the hem of my underwear and literally ripped it off, throwing it to the dress. I groaned and threw my head back. “Be quiet.” She demanded and I just leaned my forehead against her shoulder, whimpering under her touch.

She swiftly laid me down on the counter, pulling me to the edge of it by my thighs. Planted kisses along my thigh before her tongue licks a long stripe over my slit. I grabbed onto the edge of the marble counter, gripping it till my knuckles turned white.

Her eyes remain on me as she explores every inch of me with her tongue. I threw my head back when she sucked on my clit a bit before pulling away.

I looked down and met Scarlett's lust-blown eyes as she sticks her ring and middle fingers into her mouth to coat them in saliva before slowly easing them into me. My back arched against the counter, feeling my muscles tightening. “Fucking hell,” I groaned. She lowered herself to take my clit back between her lips, sucking as she stimulated with curling her fingers.

And then it hit me. I felt like I’m gonna break the counter from how hard I was holding on to it. My thighs naturally tried to close up but Scarlett forced them apart, the muscles flexing on her biceps. “Come, baby, come” she whined and that’s all I needed to push me over the edge. My body was shaking while Scarlett lapped up every drop. I swear to go I don’t ever want anyone else to do this to me if it’s not her. She gives me earth-shattering orgasms and I fucking love them.

I breathed heavily, trying to find a normal rhythm. “You okay?” Scarlett’s soft hands slid up my thighs and stopped on my hips. “Honestly?” I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. “I feel like I'm in heaven.”

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The next day Scarlett insisted on cooking and my parents and Léa were happy to finally meet her. Mostly my dad though.

They asked kind of the same questions from her and I just basically fell more and more in love with her. She was literally perfect, yes she was stubborn and sometimes thinking that she’s the only one who’s right but we can look past that.

Everyone went amazing and I was just happy that they know how joyful my life is because of her and Rose. My mother was surprised that Rose and I got along so well but I guess it didn’t help how much she pressured me into having kids soon.

Later that night we were laying in bed, watching Dateline as usual. “So our 6 months is gonna be this Saturday and I thought I could post then. What do you think of these?” I showed her two pictures and she nodded. “Nice.” “You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, leaning against her front and she wrapped an arm around me. “Yes, and I’m gonna say yes every time you ask.” “Okay, I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable with all this social media think. Besides, after that I’m still only going to post your pinky or something, but like… you know if there’s like a picture that I think everyone needs to see, I don’t know… us at a premier or something. We need to think about these. You don’t have social media, so I’d like to hear your thoughts.” “Whatever you want,” she said and I looked up at her. “Scar, I’m serious.” “So am I. As long as I don’t have to do all this technical stuff, I’m great,” she gave a kiss on my forehead and went back to watching the show. “Well yeah, you’re not the best at that,” I mumbled with a smirk, and the next thing I knew she punched my side, making me jump a little. “You know I’m right.” “I guess you could say that.”

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y/n_cole: my love, you’re all I’ve wished for in this life❤️ everything is better with you. everything is better since you. i will never forget the moment I realized i love you and I’m the happiest that our paths crossed in this crazy world. I love you endlessly✨ 6 months and counting🤍

chrisevans I’m the happiest for you two❤️

y/n_cole way too obsessed with the idea😆

florencepugh biggest power couple in Hollywood hands down💁‍♀️

y/n_cole speaking facts there!

sarcjo_for_life deep down we all knew Scarlett was fruity… I’m just happy Y/n is her girl🔥

#gxg #scarlett johansson smut #Scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson imagines

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sundered-souls · 21 days

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Aïcha Bedi

B A S I C S

Name: Aïcha Bedi

Nicknames: none

Age: In her thirties

Nameday: 28th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (which she probably shares with a bunch of my characters)

Race: Midlander hyur

Gender: Cis woman

Orientation: Mostly straight

Profession: Adventurer, formerly a contract killer

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Long and curly. She takes great care of it and regularly despair at what Inge does with hers.

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Fair, but tan easily. Considering how much time she spends outside, people tend to assume her skin is darker than it actually is (on this point the screenshots aren't very accurate since they don't show her tan but that'd be a nightmare to represent accurately XD)

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos whatsoever. She's got plenty of scars, most aren't really remarkable, but there are two that are special: one from Zenos' blade when he stabbed her in Rhalgr's Reach (it's not just her ego who got bruised that day, sorry MSQ), and one from her cesarean section while she was on the First. Don't worry: nothing creepy happened while she was unconscious, G'raha just had the worst timing ever.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Her father lives peacefully in Tural. She has no idea where her mother is, if she's still alive or even who she was since she left when Aïcha was still an infant.

Edmont de Fortemps also counts (haha) as a paternal figure in her life.

Siblings: None by blood. She does consider Alisaie and Alphinaud like her siblings, however. Artoirel and Emmanellain are more like extended family.

Grandparents: Long dead of her father's side. No idea on her mother's.

In-laws and Other: Well, she's in a relationship with Estinien so I suppose Alberic counts as her father in-law. The moment both realized that their respective father would have to meet eventually was glorious, because the dad jokes will be neverending and mostly at their expense.

Officially, they also have a kid together born during her time on the First.

Officially, because Estinien offered to adopt the kid and pretend he was the biological dad. Only three people know who said bio dad truly is, none of them is the man in question, and Aïcha would rather die than say it out loud. It's one thing to make dubious life choices, another one to let the world know about it...

(I haven't decided on the name or gender yet, but we can thank @gatheredfates for the prompt she sent me. It got completely out of hand but I'm having a lot of fun with the idea it gave me.)

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Excellent shooter, although her mechanical skills don't go much further than what she needed to maintain her guns. She hasn't touched one in years and has no intention to change that.

Excellent dancer given that she's trained since childhood. She dances about as much for the artistry of it as for the self-expression it allows without having to speak her feelings out.

She also went through the GLD/PLD quests in Ul'dah, and that's mainly how she's been fighting since then.

She's also a surprisingly good poet and singer, albeit that's not known to many people.

Hobbies: Writing or reading poetry, singing, dancing and trying out new food (including the kind of food that even the most adventurous people hesitate to put in their mouth). She's pretty receptive to art in general to be honest and will gladly watch plays or go to concerts if she can.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Open-minded

Most Negative Trait: her competitiveness. You'd think someone who succeeds as well as her would be graceful when she loses but fuck no! Every Scions and most people who played even a card game against her once know that she's a sore loser and will use every loophole under the sun to try to win lmao

L I K E S

Colors: carmine and gold

Smells: campfires, incense, fresh flowers, the ocean

Textures: Soft fabrics (silk and satin especially), the sand under her feet, the breeze against her skin (yeah it counts as a texture)

Drinks: the main thing that matters is how much caffeine there's in it and how much sugar she can add to it

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: No

Drinks: Alcohol sometimes, but never a lot and only very, very occasionally since the banquet and then the drugged beverage in Falcon's Nest. For the most part, she runs on water as well as coffee and tea if available.

Drugs: No, she hates not feeling in control of herself

Mount Issuance: Aïcha didn't join any free company. That'd mean taking orders and she's no soldier, so she didn't have a mount until Haurchefant offered her her black chocobo. As you can guess, it's been her mount ever since.

I'm not entirely clear on the timeline in StB yet for her, but if she got her yol, she left it with the Mols.

Been Arrested: no but she should have.

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty again! I'm probably not gonna tag you every time because you'll get tired of it at some point I think XD)

Tagging @xsummoner-kuro @hinganskies @briar-ffxiv @confusedtia @paintedscales @fair-fae @mrlarkstin @thatonediviner @fatewalker @otherworldseekers @saeta @airis-ray @mymistymornings @riftdancing @sailor-artemis @starforger and anyone else interested. Feel free to ignore the tag if that's not your thing, and I'll do that template for more characters during the week so I'll tag new people then!

#OC: Aïcha #I'm like the one Wolstinien shipper with Estinien being the reasonable one of the two :'D

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asvterias · 9 months

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟧: 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

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chapter warnings: minor cursing, a lot of foreshadowing, heated makeout, making of hickeys & some angst

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader, platonic!lynn’s baseball team x platonic!reader, ex gf!angelina x ex gf!reader

word count: 5.0k+

tag list: @sheluvv-jen

author’s note: i may have made this chapter dramatic but i don’t care, cause who doesn’t like in your feels angst?

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It was finally Halloween season, and you were ecstatic about the holiday. If you were being honest, Halloween was your favorite holiday, and Christmas ranged in a close second. Back in your old town, you and your sisters were partially known for hosting epic Halloween parties and you wanted to continue it in Royal Woods. You would call it a tradition, sharing an event with your sisters and enjoying them to the fullest. So you convinced your parents into allowing you to have the party and they agreed.

The week before Halloween, you and your sisters went decor shopping for party supplies. You were in charge of putting the food and drinks together. When you went grocery shopping, you stashed a trolley full of various snacks that was mainly popular with your peers. You pre-ordered dozens of cookies and cupcakes, 5 different kinds of cakes, all topped off with Halloween themes. The sodas were doubled, guessing how many people would be there.

It was a family effort to decorate the house and make everything appealing to the eye. Although it was an intense hassle to remain extravagant when it came to decorating the house yet you just love the priceless looks from the guests when they walk in.

You had texted Lynn three days in advance before the party.

new girl ☺️❤️

hey lynn, what are your halloween plans this year?

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

idk probably watching shitty horror movies and babysitting my younger siblings while trick and treating

new girl ☺️❤️

well cancel your plans

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

what?? why??

new girl ☺️❤️

oh pls don’t tell me you’d rather be at home

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

i never said that

new girl ☺️❤️

great, party at my house, you’re invited

costumes are mandatory

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

holy shit! are your parents cool with that?

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc they’re cool with it

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

well, do i get to bring anyone?

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc

just do me a favor lynn

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

and what’s that??

new girl ☺️❤️

wear a decent costume

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

haha!! haha!!!

you’re so funny 🙄

new girl ☺️❤️

i’m being fr though

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

do you wanna do a couple’s outfit?

cs if that’s what you’re suggesting then i’m down

new girl ☺️❤️

just surprise me

blow my mind

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

my current mission: surprise the fuck out of [name] with my outfit at her party, got it!

new girl ☺️❤️

can’t wait to see you!

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

what are you wearing for the party??

new girl ☺️❤️

that’s for me to know and for you to find out

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

i’m sure whatever you’re dressing as, you’re gonna look super hot in

*new girl ☺️❤️ liked your message*

That was three days ago and today was the party. It was nearing nightfall and your parents knew to get lost, spending their night at a hotel.

Your fairy costume was plain and simple, you didn’t tend to go all out when costume hunting. As long as you looked decent, you weren’t worried about other people’s opinions. Madison was dressed as a witch and Cassandra as Dionne Davenport from Clueless. In the middle of getting dressed, Cassandra offered to do your makeup. She had her makeup supplies stored in an organized box on her vanity mirror.

“Oh, I missed this…” She deeply exhaled, starting with your eyeliner, “Just us two, [Name] and Cass, me doing your makeup and giving you dating advice.”

“We’re always gonna be like this,” Your eyes flutter back as the eyeliner pencil draws underneath your eye.

She stops midway, dropping her working hand and she arches an eyebrow at you, “Really? Even when we’re both gross and old.”

“Yes!! Even if when we’re both gross and old.” You chuckle as she resumes doing your other eyeliner.

She placed the eyeliner pencil down and picks up the mascara, opening the tube and starting it on your face. “No, but when you start dating, you’ll have no more time for your big sis.”

There was a beat of silence followed by hesitation in your voice. You decided to speak anyway, not allowing your first heartbreak to keep you silent. “You know that this isn’t my first time dating, right, Cass?”

She immediately shushes you with a well-polished finger pressed upon your lips. “Nope, nope, we’re not doing that. You’ll remind yourself about that she-devil and you’re grumpy for the rest of the night and if we’re being honest I don’t like a moody [name].”

“I’m just putting things in perspective, Lynn won’t be my first love.” You shrug before backtracking on your former statement, “That if she feels the same way that I do, and we start dating.”

“Promise me that you’re gonna take your mind off that girl.” Cassandra pleads, “Trust me, you’re better off without her. She hurt you too many times and that’s unforgivable.”

“Okay, fine.” You sigh, “I promise to not bring down my mood for the entire night,”

“Great, no more depressing heartbreak shit to remember, that’s all in the past.” Your eldest sister stares at you with a serious expression, clearly not buying your faux response and she moves to grab a lipstick tube from her dresser. “You are gonna blow Lynn’s mind when she sees you,” Cassandra mumbles, smearing the black lipstick across your lips.

“I’m not sure about blowing her mind.” You mutter, smacking your lips together when she finishes doing your lips.

“[Name], you look jaw-dropping in this outfit, Lynn would be a fool not to see that. Besides, if she doesn’t, you always have other options.”

Madison walks into the room, dressed in her full costume. “Stop trying to turn our beloved baby sister into you.”

“Oh, please, being me took years to perfect, I doubt [Name] can do it in one day.” She closes the lipstick tube, placing it back on her vanity stand.

“What’s that in your hand, Maddy?” You observed the piece of jewelry in her hand.

“It’s a choker and you’re gonna wear it.” She said, briefly showing you the jewelry before clasping it around your neck.

You looked in the mirror, admiring your new accessory to your costume with a warm smile. The black gothic choker adorned your outfit even more, giving it the final touch that you didn’t even know that you needed.

“Lynn will be absolutely speechless once she sees you,”Madison comments with a teasing grin. You blush upon hearing your crush’s name and that gave your sisters the opportunity to begin their teasing.

“Ohhh…she’s blushing!” Cassandra notices the flush on your cheeks.

“[Name] and Lynn sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!” Madison starts her new method of taunting.

“Oh shut up!” You yell, covering your face but they continued their rambles.

Cassandra joined in the singing, “First comes love, then comes marriage then comes a baby sitting in a carriage.”

The party set off to a good start, with numerous people by the front door, waiting to enter. When the crowd entered, the party was in full swing, and the decorations were amazing. Numerous tables were prepping up the foods, snacks, and drinks all covered with frilly Halloween decor.

Gabriella’s costume was one of many Harley Quinn famous outfits, the black and red one. Lynn is dressed as a cheerleader with the colors of black, red, and white, the fake blood splattering across her legs and face. Her friend, Margo was dressed as a biker girl with the colors black and white.

“You’re a cute cheerleader,” You flirt, “But where’s your two poms-poms, it’s required for a cheerleader to have them.” Lynn shows you two matching pom-poms, tickling them in your face, hearing you giggle made her blush.

“And you’re a very hot fairy.” She winks, playing with the synthetic wings attached to your back. “Might have to be by your side for the whole night because I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Gabriella pulls you away from Lynn, dragging you into the foyer of the kitchen.

“I want you to meet someone.” She says before stopping in front of a boy.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” He was of average height and had a slim figure with decent looks and hairstyle.

“Hi, I’m [Name]!”

“I’ll let you two get to know each other,” Natalie disappears, leaving you and Marcus to converse.

“Woah, isn’t that your girl snatched up with some dude?” Margo taunts, pointing in your direction. Lynn turns her head so fast, that she could’ve gotten whiplash from it. From a few feet away, she noticed you and a raven-haired boy talking. Her heart fumes with jealousy and possessiveness, observing your interaction with the boy.

“[Name] isn’t my girl, Margo.” The brunette corrects her best friend, finally breaking her gaze away from you.

“Well, if you don’t make her your girl soon, then she’ll be somebody’s else girl.” Margo counters, taking a sip from her drink.

That was the ticking words to set Lynn’s jealousy off and she stormed over in your direction, shoving people who managed to get in her way.

Margo screams over the music, watching her best friend head towards you, “Hell yeah, Lynn. Go get your girl!”

When Lynn finally reaches you, she hastily inserts herself into your conversation.

“Oh, hey Lynn.” You greet her for the second time today. She releases a scoff and nothing else as she glared down at the boy.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Her question was aimed at you yet her gaze never falters from the raven-haired boy.

“Well, can it wait!” Marcus sharply responded instead of you, “If you didn’t know, we were having a conversation before you interrupted us.”

Lynn got up in his face, her tallness intimidating her demeanor, “Ok…listen here, buddy boy—“

You grab Lynn by her arm, tugging her away from Marcus as he backs away as well. You harshly glared down at the both of them and shouted, “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven, everyone!” There were yells of agreement as Marcus scoffs, looking Lynn up and down, and walks away.

“What’s your issue, Lynn?”

“What’s my issue?” She looks at you shocked, “What’s your issue?

“It’s a party, Lynn, it’s supposed to be fun, why can’t you have fun?”

“I’m having fun.”

“Almost starting a fight is not fun.” You cross your arms defensively.

“Depends on which perspective you’re seeing from.” She continues.

“Wanna tell me the real reason that you were hostile with Marcus.”

“Fine,” she groans, dropping her head back before looking back at you. “I didn’t like how Marcus was looking at you. I would rather you hang out with someone you knew, like me and my friends.”

“I thought you didn’t want me hanging around your friends.”

“What gave you that impression? Of course, I want you to hang out with my friends, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to.”

“Aww…I love sweet Lynn.” You coo, bringing her in for a cheek kiss. “Come on, let’s go. With your luck, we just might end up in the closet together.”

She blushes at the possibility of you and her in the closet.

Everyone started to file into the huge living room, you and Lynn being one the last to enter. You sat on a beanbag with Lynn squished beside you as everyone else gathered around in a huge circle. To give it a rocking twist to it, you combined another party game favorite: Spin the Bottle. The rules were simple, you spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, you spend 7 minutes in the closet with them.

“Ok, I’ll go first then.” Gabriella offers, spinning the bottle with a nifty grip. The bottle finally halts, landing on Margo as the crowd cheers.

“Well shit, let’s do it then.” Margo nonchalantly smiles as she gets up, letting Gabriella drag her into the closet as the door shut behind them. There were multiple cheers, mainly coming from the baseball team and Lynn.

You started the timer on your phone, everyone anxiously awaiting the two girls. When the timer was finished, the two teen girls walked out. Their hair was disheveled and faded marks of Gabriella’s lipstick across Margo’s neck.

“Since when were they together?” you whispered over at Lynn who looked just as shocked as you. Finally looking at you, she shrugs and they leave the living room, heading outside for privacy.

“Totally beats me.”

“Okay, who’s next?!” Luna shouts.

“I’ll go,” You suggest, grabbing the bottle and steadily spinning it. The bottle chooses its other person and horrifically lands on Marcus.

“Let’s get this over with.” You mutter, rising from your beanbag chair and heading to the closet with Marcus. You failed to notice Lynn’s clenched hands.

During your time spent in the closet with the boy, he tried to make conversation but you only responded with short answers. The raven-haired boy decided to flirt with you instead, moving closer to you as you backed away. Eventually, you ran out of space to maintain distance and you felt trapped. Out of instinct, you slapped him across his face, pushed him away from you, and stormed out of the closet.

Everyone else waits for Marcus to reveal himself and when he does, a handprint was embedded on his right cheek. Lynn smiles at his new bruise, aware that you rejected his advances.

Quite frankly, you were getting tired of this game and randomly felt like taking a swim in your pool with Lynn. However, you spun the bottle, eagerly watching it slowly down to settle on Angelina. Your small smile instantly dropped at this revelation. This can’t be happening to you. There was no fucking way that you were going to be trapped in a small closet with your ex-girlfriend for an entire seven minutes.

Angelina Ross is played by Siena Agudong and she’s wearing a pirate costume.

“Nope, I wanna redo.” You grabbed the bottle, ready to spin it but her voice stops you.

“Rules are rules, [name].”

“In my house, they apply for you, not for me.”

“Never took you for a quitter.”

“Oh, I’m anything but a quitter.”

“Sure doesn’t look that way to me now.”

“Listen he—“

“Then why won’t you accept that you landed on me and go in the closet with me? I just want to talk, [name].”

“Okay, you can talk, everyone’s listening.”

Everyone’s eyes were on the brunette girl, eager to hear your business, no doubt, probably turning it into gossip when school opens.

“Do you really wanna do this in front of all these people, no less, complete strangers?” She had a fair point and you couldn’t disagree on that. “We have history together, it doesn’t matter if you try to erase it.”

“Yeah, and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

“History? What kind of history do you two have together?” Lynn asked you. Her question flew in one ear and out of the other as your eyes remained stuck on Angelina.

“You need to leave!” Cassandra announces, her tone filled with detest for Angelina. “You’re not welcome here and you never will be!”

She ignored Cassandra and patiently looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“One thing about you is that you sure know how to suck the joy out of people.” You tiredly got up and made your way back into the closet with Angelina following closely behind.

Once the door closes, Angelina was quick with her statements but you were faster.

“What are you doing here at my party?” You question, hostility in your tone, “No, better, yet, how did you know where I live?”

“I’m here visiting my grandparents for a mini Halloween holiday.” She explains, “And I saw the invitations around and decided to pop by, to see how you were doing.”

“Well, glad you popped by and now you can pop leave!”

“I swear, that I didn’t know that you were moving in Royal Woods, that’s just a coincidence.”

“Cut the bullshit, Angelina. Why are you really here?”

She stepped closer to you, a defeated sigh escaping her lips when you back away from her. You were already in a confined space, you didn’t need to be in forced proximity to your cheating ex-girlfriend. “I totally deserved that…” she mutters, looking down at the floor shortly before her eyes adjust back to you, “I wanted to say that I was sorry. For everything, with what happened to us. I know that I can’t take it back bu—“

“You’re right, you can’t take back any of it. No…no, sorry is when you forget a birthday or anniversary. Your messed up version of a sorry involves berating me and my sexuality, leading your boy best friend on thinking that you’re interested in him, and cheating on me, knowing that you were a lesbian.” you snapped at her, “You really hurt me, Lina.”

“I know and I’m sorry…nothing that I do can change my horrible actions.” She held her head down shamefully, not daring to look into your eyes.

“I’m gonna need a lot more than sorry from you, Angelina.” You concluded with a heavy sigh. You heard Lynn shout about the time being finished and her tone was hasty.

Both of you exited the closet and Angelina left the party as you took your seat next to Lynn.

“What did you guys do in there?”

“Nothing that mattered,”

She examines your facial features, seeing the gleam in your eyes and your upbeat personality vanish. She wanted to brighten up your mood, and she knew exactly what to do.

Lynn spins the bottle and it lands on you, excitedly she gets up and drags you to the closet. As soon as the door closed, Lynn pounced on you like a wild animal, pinning you to the door. She had trapped you in her arms, and you didn’t put up a fight against her, rather liking the position that you were in. In her eyes, jealousy and possessiveness were floating around. Who knew that jealousy made Lynn so hot?

You stared each other down, both of your pupils dilating from lust, practically urging the other to make the first move and take control of the heated situation. There was something about Lynn’s eyes that you made weak in the knees and completely at her mercy.

Those seconds of silence felt like minutes without the use of movements as well. Without breaking the intense eye contact, Lynn gently let her arms go and placed her own hands at her side.

Inhaling sharply, Lynn’s hand cups your face, pulling you into an electrifying kiss. You were rendered speechless, eyes widening momentarily before melting into the kiss, letting yourself drown in the bliss as you closed your eyes. Trailing your arms down to Lynn’s waist and wrapping into your embrace, sealing your closeness. Her lips were so soft and gentle against yours.

Her hands found the clip holding up your fake wings and snapping it off. Once they hit the floor, Lynn grabbed you by the waist, slamming you into the door, loud enough for everyone else to be aware of what was going on. So without further hesitation, her lips discovered yours in a hot minute and you unloosed her ponytail, tangling your fingers through Lynn’s free hair.

She mutters in your ear, “Jump!” And you were quick to follow through with her instructions. You jumped up and Lynn catches you with ease, her hands resting underneath your thighs, feeling the bare flesh.

“You are so gorgeous,” She pulls away, admiring your blissful state and dilated eyes. Examining your swollen lips and a cocky smirk appears on her lips. “My pretty girl, I get to have you all to myself.”

During your makeout, you manage to undo your choker, flinging the jewelry away, not finding its purpose anymore.

Just then, her kisses started to travel further down to your neck, placing open-mouth kisses there. A tiny whimper escaped your lips when you felt Lynn briefly bite down on your exposed neck, creating a bruise. Soon enough the pain turned into pleasure as you noticed her sucking on your neck, giving you a noticeable hickey.

“Oh, Lynn…” You moaned out.

Your hand gripped the back of Lynn’s head as if your life depended on it. She continued to ravage your neck, almost feeling a primal instinct. She sucks harshly on your neck, marking you profoundly to her liking.

Her overwhelming thoughts had different ways of this current situation and they all lead up to the same conclusion. You and her, all alone at last. There were no more judging eyes, just your [eye color] invested into her brown-amber eyes. And that’s how Lynn liked it, in the privacy of her mind, not worrying about another’s reaction. All she cared about was your reaction and that was all she needed.

Lynn didn’t know how long she truly craved this part of intimacy with you, but she knew that it was rooted deeply within her. You dreamed of this moment ever since you saw her in the navy blue blazer back at her house. That blazer made your thoughts run wild, and you felt ashamed wondering if Lynn was a definite girl kisser and if she was, what kind of kisser would she be? Rough and demanding or soft and sweet. Somehow, she combined all of those methods and still made you feel heavily desired.

Your touch gently grazes the sides of her skirts, being extremely careful of where your fingers might linger where they’re not supposed to.

Eventually, you both had to pull away as you pressed your foreheads together, trying to regain your breathing and composure. The sounds of heavy pants filled the tiny closet.

“I don’t know what came over me…” she mutters, forcefully removing herself from your embrace. She recognizes the shocked expression on your face, and she couldn’t help but felt guilty and slightly ashamed of her self-control when she was around you.

“It’s fine, Lynn.” You chuckle, trying not to take her shove to heart. Ignoring the way that your heartbeat is erratic as your thoughts were still hazy. She made you feel this way, and she knew that you loved it just as much as you did to her. “Obviously, I liked it very much since I didn’t reject it, or else this night would’ve gone way worse.”

“[Name]……”

You talked over her, “Who knew that we’d be here?”

“[Name]……”

“Guess it is kinda ironic that we’re making out in a closet even though you are still in the closet.”

“[Name]……”

“What does this make us now, Lynn? Like, are we a couple or just friends who randomly makeout from time to time?”

“[Name]!” She yells, having the chance of voicing her thoughts in the conversation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot th—“

“[Name], I need space. Space from me, space from us!”You shook your head, bewildered by her sudden outburst towards you.

You swear that you could have blamed your hearing for being faulty at the moment. What did she mean by that? Was she being for real or just joking, wanting to get a rise out of you? She wanted space, being more specific, she demanded space from you. So what was the reason for her upbringing demand? Her words hit you like speeding bullets, all coming at you all at once, in every direction, and it wounded you like a bitch.

Does she want to break up your situationship before it can officially start? Or did she realize what you and Angelina were, wanting no part of being a rebound for you. Because that was ridiculous, your relationship with Angelina was in the past, and that’s all it will ever be, you weren’t heartless to rebound with Lynn.

Did she realize in the kiss that she needed space from you, that you weren’t the person that she needs at the moment?What did you do wrong to make her feel like this? Was it you or was it her? Did she actually have plausible reasoning for this?

“Space? Why do you need space?”

She remains silent, rehearsing the words in her head, but not speaking out on your behalf. If she, somehow, had the perfect words to soothe you, she wouldn’t waste a second to make things right but she didn’t…and it was eating away at her agonizingly. She felt her heart break at the miserable sight of the pain overtaking your features.

That was the last thing that she wanted to do, that she wanted to witness, to see you in pain. Lynn hated herself for being the one that would be causing you to feel upset.

“I need to figure out my sexuality.” She managed to say. “And I can’t do that with you around.” She didn’t mean for her statement to come off as blatantly rude, but it did and stung you, hard.

“I want you to leave, Lynn.” Tears clouded your vision, avoiding her remorseful gaze as you pointed to the door.

“[Name]…” She tried to convince you to think this through. “Let’s go upstairs to your room, and figure this out.”

“No, I don’t want to figure this out in my bedroom! I want you to tell me the truth!”

“I can’t tell you the truth right now because I don’t even know myself.” She scoffs, slapping her hands at her sides.

“Shit, I need to wrap my whole head around me liking girls- well a girl. Trust me, it isn’t anything personal at all, it’s just that I want to explore my sexuality before we start to date. After I do figure out my sexuality, I need the time to come out to my family.”

“I’m not rushing you to discover your sexuality or give you time to come out to your family, I would never do that to you! I just hated how you kissed me like that, and that you’re gonna leave me high and dry for a couple of days, probably even weeks!! Why would you kiss me so passionately and….I don’t fucking know, Lynn! You have these glorious soft magical lips which work wonders but your brain’s too stubborn to act accordingly.”

Again she didn’t answer you, and this time her silence was running your patience very thin.

“Fine, then!” You sniffle, wiping the ongoing tears, “Then I’ll leave so you can get extra space from me.” Your hand hovers over the doorknob, hearing movement from behind you.

Before you could have comprehended your senses, she swiftly spins you around and passionately kisses you with her hands cupping your face. Fighting the temptation to reciprocate the kiss, her lips were pressed against yours before you finally detached yourself from her. Lynn’s tears were running freely down her face, and you felt too numb to reassure yourself, you could barely comfort Lynn.

“I can’t help you figure out your sexuality, Lynn. That’s all on you.” Was the final statement that you could’ve mustered up at her, harshly pushing her away from you. You opened the door, storming out of the closet, ignoring the many eyes directed at you. On the way upstairs, you ignored your sisters calling out to you.

She had to discover herself, you couldn’t blame her for that but all while putting you in the middle of it, tore you apart. You were beginning to truly love Lynn as she aggressive as she is.

You just hated how her kiss was filled with passion that would keep you dreaming about it for days.

This wasn’t her fault and you understood exactly what she’s going through right now. You were dashing through sexualities like it was hopscotch, the entire ordeal was completely haywire.

You angrily made your way to your bedroom, not caring about your reputation now. Jumping on your bed face first as you scream muffled through the pillows as you cried. You cried, hoping to relieve yourself from this pain, but your mind replays back to Lynn and the conversation. To be honest, you wanted everyone to leave, including Lynn. No loud music to hurt your aching headache any further, just pure tranquility.

The tears didn’t stop flowing, they just began rushing at a faster pace, faster than you can handle. There was a knock at the door, interrupting your crying session. You ceased your tears, suppressing your sniffles as a way to keep silent, hoping that the person will leave you alone.

Although, the knocker was persistent and opened the door, revealing to be your best friend, Gabriella. She walks in and closes the door behind her.

“Didn’t you ditch with Margo?” You lift your head from your pillows, watching her with blurry attentive eyes.

Sitting on your bed, scooting over to you, “Yeah, but you’re more important right now.” A beat of silence wafted after her sentence, leaving you confused about your next words.

“Will you just hold me?” You mumble, tears prickling your eyes as you sit up.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” She opened her arms for you, sighing when you instantly hugged her tightly as if she was leaving you as well.

And she held you as you cried your heart out, feeling numb as you think about recurring events that lead up to your argument with Lynn. Were you too harsh on Lynn, refusing to see her side of the story, leading up to the ruin of your whole relationship?

Gabriella whispered nothing but meaningful words into your ears as she rubbed your back soothingly. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day because today felt like hell, and you were too exhausted, both emotionally, mentally, and physically.

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter Eighteen

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I wrote this as fast as I could so you could have a chapter tonight, I hope you will enjoy it <3 I promise I’m now going to focus on the 500 followers drabble celebrations!

Warning: Alcohol | Word Count: 4,900

Dorian and Lysandra did an amazing job at convincing her to go out again. Though she wasn’t scared, the idea still made her kind of anxious. But she needed to live. She wouldn’t let one bad experience, as awful as it had been, ruin her life.

Dorian and Lysandra promised to not leave her side, although she wouldn’t blame them if they did. They were all here to have fun, not to take care of her.

She invited Elide to tag along with them. Maybe it was because Aelin felt guilty for not finding any time to come to her rehearsals like she promised to, or maybe she just wanted to reconnect with her roots. In the end, it didn’t matter.

What mattered was the shot she drowned, her arm linked with Dorian’s, Lysandra’s, Elide’s, and Aedion’s.

Her cousin wasn’t her own guest, no. Apparently, he and Lysandra had been texting for a few days now. When she threw a questioning glance at her friend she only shrugged, winking at Aelin.

She would pry informations out of her cousin whenever she could. Just because she gave him her blessing didn’t mean she would leave them alone. Aelin thrived on gossip.

She let go of her friends, some of the alcohol running down her chin. This position was never good to drink, she was always too tall or too small, depending on whoever was with them.

This time, with Elide right next to her, Aelin was definitely too tall.

“I want to dance,” Lysandra said as her only warning before grabbing Elide’s and Aelin’s hands and pulling them to the dancefloor. She grinned at them, “We are in desperate need of girl’s time. Let the two guys together.”

Aelin threw back a look at her cousin and friend, and she snorted. Dorian was standing uncomfortably next to Aedion who was ignoring Dorian. In her cousin’s eyes, Dorian was her boyfriend. And Aedion always gave her boyfriend a hard time. She guessed that what happened with Chaol, Aedion wouldn’t go any easier on him.

She supposed she could tell her cousin the truth, but still, she didn’t. She didn’t know why, maybe because Dorian was the perfect excuse for some behavior she wasn’t sure she could explain in any other way if she kept seeing Rowan.

If. Because she didn’t know what they were and asking felt childish. She wanted him. Everything he wanted to give her, she’d take it gladly.

Realistically, she knew she couldn’t have much. Not with their situations, not with the consequences hanging over their head like Damocleses’s sword.

She would face everything for this feeling she had around him. For how addicting his presence was.

Elide and Lysandra were holding each other’s hands as they danced, and Aelin smiled when she saw these two parts of her life collide so successfully. Maybe she could have everything or most of it. Gavriel was right. Maybe, not everything in her life was doomed.

Soon after this, Dorian joined them. She was surprised he didn’t run away from Aedion long before. She danced with her friends, letting the music and heat fill her body.

Aedion was sitting in a booth all alone, and when Aelin was too thirsty to stand, she joined her cousin. He was staying alone. “What’s with the grumpy act?”

He threw her a look that told her to stay quiet but she ignored him, nudging at his shoulder. It wasn’t like Aedion to stay away from the crowd. If anyone was more extraverted and liked to party more than Aelin, it was her cousin.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He sighed, taking a sip of his beer. “I tried to kiss Lysandra in the car.”

Aelin mastered her surprise fairly quickly. They took two cars to come here, and while Aelin and Dorian rushed in Elide’s, Lysandra went with Aedion. It was easier to use two cars as Elide had to work early tomorrow and would probably leave before all of them.

“Oh,” Aelin breathed, not really sure what to say. His use of the word use made it pretty clear that things didn’t go his way.

“She laughed, Aelin. She fucking laughed. Do you know how hurt my ego is?”

Aelin winced, “Did she tell you why?”

She looked up as if the gods would come down there and help him. “She just said my face was funny. I’m humiliated.”

Aelin burst out laughing, which earned her the nastiest look possible from her cousin. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re the worst.”

“C’mon, Aed. She just likes to see you struggle.”

“But why?”

“Why not?” Aelin asked. She didn’t know Lysandra for long, but she knew her friend wasn’t mean. If she invited Aedion tonight it was because she liked him at some degree, she wouldn’t play with him. “She doesn’t know you well, why should she give in right away? This is all fun and games.”

He frowned at her, probably deciding wether or not she was serious. This was absolutely hilarious. “Aedion, you’ve never been single for more than three months ever since I was ten. How can you be so helpless?”

“Because I really like her!” He pouted, and Aelin realized she didn’t know how much her friend and cousin had actually talked. He usually waited the third date before proclaming his affection for someone.

“Then show it!” She smiled at him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat, forcing him to stand. “Come and have some fun, old man.”

He groaned but followed her. She didn’t like to see her cousin in a bad mood, even less when it was for something so futile. Well, it was futile to her. She just knew that while she threw herself into loneliness to deal with pain, Aedion covered his wounds with as much love as possible. Between his mother and Celaena… He was scared of being left behind, and it something she should have realized a while ago.

She threw him a wink over her shoulder and grabbed his pinte of beer, drinking as much as she could until she was breathless. He wasn’t happy about this either, but she didn’t care. She guided him to the back of the bar, to the attraction that’s the reason why they choose this location.

Dorian saw where they were headed and his face turned bright as he grinned, grabbing Lysandra’s and Elide’s hand and pulled them toward where Aedion and Aelin stood.

Her cousin smiled, his head shaking. “You’re such a child.”

She took full offence at this, only challenged even more. She was lucky that no one was on the attraction, because Aelin hated to wait.

She jumped over the barrier, her eyes set on her target. She winked at Dorian who was already cheering, because she straddled the bucking machine.

She nodded to the guy behind the control, and he set the bull moving.

Aelin was confident in herself, she really was. She didn’t ride horses for seven years just to fall off this thing too easily.

The machine started moving slowly, first from front to back and then left to right. Soon enough, Aelin was holding the strattle as the machine tried its best to get her off its back. She didn’t let go, though. She couldn’t, if only for her ego. Men held longer on this, so she had to do better.

She couldn’t help but laugh when she threw a look at her friends, who were cheering, clapping in their hands and screaming her name in encouragement. The four of them were causing a scene, and it only made her laugh.

Her thighs started hurting at one point, and the bucking machine was going crazy. It made full circles, sometimes stopping mid-movement and almost throwing her on her damn ass.

Now it was everyone around the attraction that cheered, and adrenaline filled her veins. Her gaze found Elide’s, and the petite woman winked at her. It felt good to see her again, Aelin held her dear to her heart when she was a child.

The machine was in a full circle, and Aelin, as the show-off she was, raised both her hands in the air. That was when the machine came to a full stop, ejecting Aelin. She groaned, standing up and finding that her head was spinning. Who needed alcohol when they could do this?

She bowed to her audience when the man behind the controls said how long Aelin held onto the bull. Four minutes and fifty-six seconds.

After this, Aelin pushed Aedion toward the machine. He put on a great show of being annoyed when she knew he wanted to show-off like she did. She straddled the bull and looked at Lysandra, saying, “This is for you, cruel woman.”

It sent Aelin and her friends into fits of giggle, and it got worst when Aedion got knock off the thing in twenty seconds. He fell face first into the cushions, and it was too much for Aelin to not die from laugher.

Lysandra wanted to go next, showing Aedion exactly how it was done. She was graeful, and she had every man in the bar looking at her. Well, she was graceful until the bull turned a little too fast. She turned green, and she got off the thing while it was in movements and ran for the bathroom.

Aelin couldn’t hold it, she just laughed. Aedion ran after her, and that way Aelin knew her friend would be safe. Dorian wanted to go next, but someone stole his turn. He turned grumpy and Aelin ruffled his hair, claiming she was going for drinks. Elide followed.

The bar was packed, and with Elide’s small height… Aelin lost her. She screamed her name, only to be hit in the back. “Right there!”

“Piggy back?” Aelin screamed over the chaos. Elide frowned in hesitation but Aelin flashed her a confident smile. At least, that way, Aelin wouldn’t loose her friend anymore. She sighed and jumped on Aelin’s back, and Aelin held Elide by the thighs.

They made their way to the bar, Aelin already thinking of whatever cocktail she could order. She liked everything surgary too much to enjoy beers. She kept Elide on her back, as she waited for the bartender to finish with someone else’s order. She was pressed on the bar. She let out a high-pitched screamed when someone came out of nowhere and said loudly in her ear, “That was quite the show, pretty girl.”

She jumped in surprise, letting go of Elide who fell on her ass behind her. That was a disaster.

She turned around, ignoring whoever had distracted her to kneel in front of Elide. “Gods, you okay?”

“Well, that’s just amazing,” her friend groaned and used Aelin’s hand to stand. When they did, Aelin was faced with what could only be described as a nightmare.

Her eyes widened, and her grip on Elide’s arm thighened to the point where she friend shoved an elbow into her ribs to force her to let go.

In front of her were Fenrys Moonbeam, who was the one who distracted her. Lorcan Salvaterre, the one on whose feet Elide fell. And to damn her, Rowan Whitethorn was standing next to his friends, an equally surprised and amused look on his face.

“What the hell was that?” Lorcan asked, way too harshly if anyone asked her. “Are you okay?”

Before she could answer, Elide said, “This is not my friend you should be looking at this way. Use the same energy for the guy who caused the problem. But I’m fine, thank you.”

Elide’s eyes turned to Fenrys whose eyes widened. He raised his hands in sign of innocence, “I want just congratulating Galathynius on the show, I didn’t know she was clumsy like that.”

Rowan snorted, and Aelin threw him a mean look before looking at his blonde friend. “What show?”

“You could have held at least four more seconds, AG,” Rowan said, surprising her. She was sure he would want to stay quiet for whatever this was. She didn’t miss the way he used the same nickname as Ansel used for her. She shouldn’t have liked that so much.

Four more seconds.

Four more seconds on the bucking machine. Because if she stayed on the thing for just a little longer, Aelin would have reached the five minutes.

Oh, gods. They’d seen that. Her cheeks flushed, and she wondered how the hell she didn’t see them. How she didn’t see him.

It wasn’t like Aelin to blush, or at least she liked to think that way. She dared a look at Rowan, and his dark gaze was already fixed on her. She swallowed difficulty.

“Ae!” Aedion shouted from a little further away, joining them. He was frowning, “Are they bothering you?”

He looked at the three men, and Aelin didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know Rowan would be out tonight. Not that she knew what he did when he wasn’t working, but she kind of supposed he always stayed with Helia.

That was stupid of her.

He looked beautiful, if only a little tired. Had he worked today? His days-off were always aleatory, except the sunday. He always kept his Sundays off for his daughter.

“No, uh, they-”

“Hey, I know you,” Aedion said, looking at Fenrys. He thought for a few seconds before his face cleared of any confusion.

“Oh yeah!” Fenrys agreed, and looked at Aelin. His eyebrow shot to his hairline as he looked between her and Aedion. “Well, now I can’t unsee it. Twins?”

“No,” Aelin snapped before Aedion could say something else. Rowan’s gaze on her was a comforting weight. She turned around and ordered drinks for her friends and her, including some shots because she’d fucking need it. She didn’t even bother asking how they knew each other. Knowing her cousin, Aelin didn’t want to know.

“She’s my baby cousin,” Aedion explained. “Hey, you should come sit with us?”

She turned around in alarm, facing him. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate.”

“Why not?” Elide asked.

Aelin raised her eyebrow, “Seriously? You wanna spend the evening with people who saw you fall on your ass?”

Elide shrugged and threw a look at Lorcan Salvaterre, and alarm bells rang in her head. Before she could say anything, Aelin had her mouth covered by Elide’s hand, and she licked it and bit at it to try to get her away.

“C’mon, Rowan’s not your professor tonight. Are you, Ro?” Fenrys asked, and she wondered if this teasing tone wasn’t just how he always spoke.

Elide let go of her just on time for Aelin and Rowan to make the most awkward eyecontact in the world. He shook his head, “No. I’m not.”

Gods, his voice. He could have her droling by just saying the most basic things. She was pathetic. “Go sit,” he told his friends. “Find Con and Vaughan, they went looking for a seat. I’ll get us drinks.”

Everyone cleared the way, going to the booth where Dorian sat. Only Aelin remained, waiting for her own drinks. Rowan came to stand beside her, their arms brushing. She swallowed difficulty, trying to ignore him.

“That really was a good show,” Rowan said, goosebumbs breaking all over her skin.

“I didn’t see you there,” she said.

He shurgged, “I saw you the moment you entered the room. I haven’t been able to look away.”

She dared looking at him, but he wasn’t watching her. For anyone looking around, they weren’t speaking.

“Well,” Aelin said, growing some godsdamn confidence. She was glad for the crowd around them as she said, “The show will be better when it’s you I’ll ride.”

He didn’t answer anything for a few seconds, and the bartender gave her her plate of drinks before letting Rowan order. Once he did, he threw her a look and said, “I’m sure it will be.”

“The real question is why it hasn’t happened yet, if you’re so sure of yourself, professor.”

“Good things come to those who wait, Aelin.”

She could drop on her knees right know for the way he said her name. “Your drinks are ready,” Rowan said. “Why don’t you go?”

She wanted to stay right there with him. She wanted to walk back to their table with him, to get to know his friends. She wanted to cuddle him, to hold his hand, kiss him. Dance with him. But she couldn’t, so Aelin walked to their table. Alone.

The magic of this, of whatever it was between them, seemed fade when other people were involved.

She stopped in her tracks when she stood before the table, feeling like she was seeing double. There was Fenrys, and then next to him there was another Fenrys, but with black hair this time.

She sat next to Dorian, looking at the two men who were in front of her. Twins. Amazing.

“Pretty girl,” Fenrys said. “This is my twin, Connall, with his disgustingly in love boyfriend, Vaughan. They’re both in general surgery.”

Oh, fuck. She downed one shot, and then another one. Aedion protested but she ignored him. Dealing with her grief was one thing, jealousy being shoved down her throat wasn’t on the menu for tonight.

“Dude,” Vaughan said, his arm wrapped around Connall’s shoulders. “Did you just call the chief’s daughter pretty girl?”

Her eyes widened, “Why the hell are you speaking about me like I’m not there?”

“What the girl said,” Fenrys grinned. “Aelin and I are best friends now.”

“Very untrue,” Aelin said. “I don’t like you.”

He played the part of someone whose feelings got hurt. “That’s mean, Galathynius.”

Rowan came in, sitting in front of her. She ignored him, focusing on Aedion as he started telling a story. She pretended to listen, and she was quite surprised on how good the two different friend groups seemed to blend.

Lysandra’s eyes widened when she arrived to the table, taking in the five new men ar their table. Her eyes settled on Aelin, and she seemed to ask what the fuck was going on. “Blame my slut of a cousin,” Aelin said, causing Aedion to stop speaking straight away.

“Excuse me?” He asked, offended.

She smiled sweetly at him and let Lysandra sit next to her. “You heard me.”

“And what, pray tell, made you insult my person so violentely?”

She rolled her eyes, “You know exactly why.”

“Have some respects for your elders, Aelin.”

“So glad to know you finally realize you’re an old man!”

“Stop with your calomnies,” he groaned.

“Oh yeah? How do you know Dr. Moonbeam then?”

“It’s Fenrys tonight, Aelin,” Fenrys purred.

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him and smiling sweetly. “And I’m still Miss Ashryver Galathynius to you, Fenrys.”

His friends snorted, but she only cared about Rowan. They shared an eyecontact for what felt like hours but was only in reality less than a second. Fenrys snorted along with them, and it felt good to have someone who understood she wasn’t a ragging bitch.

“Well?” She asked Aedion. All eyes at the table were set on them, but it never bothered the Ashryver cousins.

“I don’t owe you details of my life,” Aedion answered, set on his answer.

She snorted, “So you’re a slut.”

“Am not!”

“Answer me, then,” she couldn’t hold back her smile anymore. She loved teasing her cousin.

He rolled his eyes and answered, “We met at one of your parents dinners, happy?”

“And?” She pressed.

It was Fenrys who answered then, “Well, you know. When a man and another man love each other very much…”

She gagged as everyone laughed, “In my house?!”

Aedion shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. “Even better, in your room.”

"You whore!” Aelin’s eyes widened. She grabbed the slice of lemon and threw it at her cousin’s face, and that was a declaration of war.

They fought as they stayed seated, she wasn’t going to run all over the bar because her asshole cousin couldn’t keep it in his pants. It was always this way. He was cursed, or in the same way that every queer person was. He always saw his exes. Or the people he hooked up with. They always run in the same circles, anyway.

“Are they always like that?” Lorcan Salvaterre asked, his eyebrow raised as he watched Aedion almost choke Aelin to death between his arm and chest.

Elide answered, “They were worse when we were kids, age tammed them.”

“Hey!” Both cousins protested together, stopping their fight just for this.

The night went surprisingly well. Her friends and Rowan’s went along, even if Dorian avoided Salvaterre like the plague. Understandable.

After dancing, Aelin locked herself in the bathroom, needing some break from this loud room. She splashed her face with cold water, grateful to whoever had invented waterproof mascara.

Aelin looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Her dress was short, thigt and the clevage left didn’t leave the shape of her breasts to the imagination. This was Lysandra’s dress, and Aelin was sure that it was the Gods plans to have Rowan seeing her in this dress.

She took her phone in hands and typed something quickly, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her smile at bay.

> I’m in the bathroom.

> Join me?

She wanted to jump him from the moment she saw him in the bar, and all these stolen looks they shared tonight… She wanted five minutes with him. Just the two of them, no hiding or lying.

She was glad Dorian hadn’t acted like her boyfriend tonight, if only because she didn’t want a repeat of what happened the other day at the hospital. But Dorian probably wanted to bring someone home, and acting like he has a girlfriend wasn’t the best course of action. Bless his horniness.

She heard three firm knock on the door and she opened it immediately, not losing time. Rowan walked inside, closing the door behind her and pushing her agaisnt it, his body soon covering her own.

He kissed her like he would die if he didn’t, and Aelin kissed him back with as much passion and want. He locked the door, his hands grabbing her waist to pull him closer. She moaned, arching her back for their bodies to connect. Her hands found their home in his hair, pulling at them softly.

She let her head fall against the door, Rowan kissing her neck. She sighed into his embrace, enjoying the feel of him. This was worth every lie, every akward moments where she had to treat him like a professor.

A soft laugh blubbed out of her, and once she started she couldn’t stop. He pulled back to look at her, an eyebrow raised. “Am I that bad?”

She shook her head, still laughing as she explained, “It’s just us. And Bathrooms. Why do we always end up here?”

A smile broke on his face, as if he, too, realized that it was the third time in under three weeks that they ended up making out in a bathroom. He let his forehead fall onto hers, giving the tip of her nose a small kiss.

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Hm, I know,” she thanked him.

“Of course you do,” he kissed her softly. “I’m sorry for crashing your night.”

She frowned, her hands finding their way under his tshirt to hold his warm skin. “You haven’t crashed anything, I swear. I’m having fun. You, on the other hand, look absolutely bored.”

That was true. Rowan stayed seated next to his best friend, the two of them only speaking to each other. Aelin didn’t miss the occasional glances Lorcan Salvaterre threw to Elide, though. she also noted how whenever one of them finished a drink, the other did right after. Aelin had no idea how Elide wasn’t absolutely smashed yet with everything she drank.

Rowan shook his head, “It’s not you. I mean, maybe a little bit because the presence of my other students tames me, but this is normal behavior for me and Lorcan. The three other are the wild friends, we’re just like that when there are hundreds of people around.”

She nodded, “Cool. I didn’t want to annoy you or something.”

His eyes darkened, “How many times will I have to repeat that you will never annoy me?”

She shurgged, switching the conversation, “Where’s your little demon?”

He smiled brightly at the mention of Helia. “With her grandparents and her cousin. They’re having a sleepover, she was very excited.”

“Cousin?” She asked. She wasn’t aware that Rowan had any siblings.

“Vaughan and Connall’s son, Loren. No blood connection but they are raised as cousins,” he explained. “He’s five, so not much older than Lia.”

“I didn’t know they had a son,” she said, which wasn’t surprising. She didn’t even know who they were before tonight, she only heard their name in passing from Rowan.

He nodded, kissing her quickly. “They adopted him right after he was born. He loves spending time with Helia, and Lyria parents help Con and Vaughan a lot. They love children.”

Aelin nodded and asked a question that had been stuck in her mind for a little while now. “Won’t… Won’t we be in trouble if Helia tells someone you have someone over sometimes?”

He took a deep breath and said, “I’ll be awared as the worst father in the world but I took precausions.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m paying her one ice-cream a week to keep this a secret between Dada and her.”

She bit her lips because it was a little cute. But she felt guilty, “I’m sorry. Maybe… Maybe I shouldn’t come over anymore?”

He frowned a little, as if he didn’t like the idea. “It’s not like we can see each other anywhere else, can we?”

A little ache formed in her heart when she shook her head. Maybe she could rent an apartment alone, then they wouldn’t have to care about her roomates.

“What are we?” She breathed her question.

He pulled back when he was about to kiss her again, a frown on his face. “Do we need labels?”

She took a deep breath, looking to the side but Rowan's fingers grabbed her chin and brought back her attention onto him.

“We don’t need them, no. But… I don’t know, Rowan. This whole secret thing just confusing me, I think.”

“You knew it would be this way,” he said, not in an accusatory way.

“I did, and I still do. It’s not my issue. It’s just the whole… Not knowing what you are, if we are something, if you’re just here for-”

“Don’t you dare insinuate I’m just here for sex, Aelin,” he said firmly, and she felt a little bit bad about her thoughts. “Yes, you’re beautiful, and yes, I loved everytime we shared physical intimacy. But it’s not just this that I crave, it’s all of you.”

She nodded. She wanted to believe him, and she would. This was work she had to do on herself, and she would do it. Because if he was at the end of the line, it was worth it.

“As for labels,” he started. “It might make me sound like a douche but… I like you, Aelin. I really do, probably too much, even. But I think I want to see how things are going between you and Helia before I get into anything serious. She’s my family, and my only goal in life is for her to be comfortable, and I-”

“I understand, Ro,” Aelin said softly. And she really did. “She is your priority, it’s more than understandable. Don’t justify yourself.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah. I like that you care so much for her.”

He shurgged, “I love that girl. I wish I could be better to her.”

“You’re an amazing father, Rowan. She’s a very lucky girl.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” he said, and she knew that it was it. He wouldn’t want to talk about it anymore for the night.

“Do you want to drive me back to my apartment? I could show you around?”

Aelin really wanted him to see where she lived. She didn’t know why, maybe she just wanted to share one more thing with him.

She knew his answer even before he opened his mouth, and her mood dropped a little. “I wish I could,” he said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do. Too many people would notice we went together, too many questions.”

“I don’t like it more than you do.”

“I know,” she stole him one quick kiss. “I’m sorry if I sound bratty because I don’t get what I want.”

“You don’t,” Rowan promised. “How about you come over saturday? It’s Helia’s monthly anniversary, big day in the Whitethorn’s house.”

“You sure she will be okay with it? I don’t want to ruin her Monthday.”

He smiled warmly at her, as if pleased she took Helia into consideration. “I’ll ask her and text you her answer, alright?”

Aelin nodded, “It’s not like I’ll be missed this weekend, anyway. Lysandra is going home to her parents and Dorian has a friend over.”

“You’ll be missed by me if you stay are your apartment, though.”

She then decided there was no reasons for her not to kiss him. So that was what she did, raising on her toes and closed the distance between them. He was here, it was all that mattered.

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masked-ragdoll · 5 months

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Hello Trans People of Tumblr

this is a bit different from my usual stuff, but I am casting my line to see if anyone has a similar experience to me

I'll put most of this under a read more so my followers who came for art dont get this random personal post lol

Before we start, I use he/they pronouns.

About me: I am an intersex individual with PCOS who is currently 3 months on Testosterone HRT (full dose via injections).

Before my top surgery and hysterectomy, I had normal E and T levels (for a female) even though the PCOS made my periods living hell.

During my first puberty (roughly age 10-19), my voice deepened a little and i got hairier and sweatier than my female classmates, but not quite as much as my male classmates. I also got big boobs, big hips, and painful periods.

So far in my second puberty, my voice has dropped quite a bit (biggest drop around 2.5 months i think). I've also had a bunch of hair growth all over as well as on my face. Currently I shave twice a week and get dark hairs under my chin. I've been no sweatier or had more acne than during my first puberty.

The interesting thing is, I had a few of these changes start after I had top surgery, even though I wasn't on T at the time and the amount of E that was removed via breast tissue shouldn't have mattered.

I had top surgery in 2022, and a hysterectomy in 2023, but kept my ovaries as I do not plan to stay on T for the rest of my life, maybe only a few years max.

I tried asking those in my family who I'm out to who went through a natural Testosterone puberty what their facial hair patterns were like, but I have learned nothing useful. Part of that, I'm guessing, is difference in hair types. I come from European parents, but I am the only one in the past three generations who did *not* start out blond, instead I was born with a head of thick, *dark* brown hair. Because of this, my body hair has always grown in darker and thicker than my siblings, making it more obvious. Thus, I cannot compare to my family even though we share nearly everything else genetically.

I'm writing all this out in an attempt to find people who have gone through a similar experience with puberty and T, intersex or not.

If you've experienced anything like this or are in the medical field and know a bit about this, feel free to share! Comments, asks (anon is on), and dms are all appreciated :D

thank you and dont forget to drink water

#transgender #intersex #testosterone #ftm hrt #nonbinary #pcos

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alextheavoidant · 7 months

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I posted this as a reply to someone on YouTube under a video about the 8 Passengers situation. Thought I'd share it here because why not.

I feel like I should put a trigger warning here as this post discusses child abuse, but now that I think of it my whole blog probably needs a trigger warning...

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I was also badly abused growing up and this is something I'm just now starting to come to terms with. My parents were divorced when I was five and my father claims he tried to get custody of my siblings and I, but the truth is he didn't want to be a single father and having three little kids to take care of would have gotten in the way of his drinking and partying lifestyle. I never knew my mothers side of the family because she's pretty much been estranged from them since before I was born. But I remember when my sister died from a drug overdose the whole side of my dads family were suddenly so sad about what we went through growing up and would say things like "We tried to give you some sense of normalcy. We always invited you to Christmas and the holidays." As if they were doing us some kind of favor for letting us come to family gatherings.

The worst part is I didn't have to wonder if they knew. I knew they knew because I remember being very vocal about what was happening to us our entire childhood. But every time I tried to tell someone it seemed like they would either turn away and pretend they didn't hear me or make some kind of joke like "Oh yeah, that's your mother. She's crazy. Ha ha ha." or a dismissive "Well, she's the only mother you're ever gonna have, so you gotta love her." or what I feel is one of the most damaging things you can put in an abused child's mind, "I know it may not seem like it, but she loves you in her own way." No one seemed to be worried back then.

The other worst part is instead of being understanding about the ways the abuse has effected us and maybe trying to help us get our lives together, these same people who turned a blind eye to it now have the audacity to judge us for not being "successful", their definition of success being having a great career, lots of money, nice house, nice car, nice marriage with three perfectly behaved, straight A students. We're supposed to be perfect like all of them pretend to be. Just supposed to magically not be affected by any of the abuse and neglect we suffered growing up so that they can pretend it never happened so they don't have to feel guilty about the fact that they knew we were living in a house with a raging alcoholic without food and clean clothes half the time and they did nothing about it. It wasn't *their* responsibility to protect us. Now that we're adults its *our* responsibility to fix ourselves and stop "playing innocent", blaming the family and making them look bad. The only reason we can't is obviously because we're just too inherently defective. Because of course we are. We're "just like our mother". We have her genes. And the kicker? I'm constantly told to "rise above my raising" while also being told I'm "screwing up" my niece because I can't afford to take her out to eat all the time and shit like that. Literal mind fuck.

And yet, the most bizarre part is, the more progress I make in my recovery, as I have been diagnosed with several mental health issues including a severe anxiety disorder (AvPD), the harder and harder they seem to want to come down on me. Like it's not enough that I've spent years in therapy trying to get my life straight, that I'm raising AND homeschooling my sisters child, whom she abandoned long before she passed away. It's not enough just that I survived that hell and I'm still here and I'm not an addict or in jail or on the street. I'm just not getting better fast enough, and that annoys them. They don't want to hear about my recovery because they don't want to acknowledge how fucked up I actually am, and how much work its taking to even try to achieve some sense of normalcy, let alone have a "successful" life and career, according to their standards. My very existence is a stain on the security blanket of lies they wrap themselves up in so they can sleep at night. And they really don't like that.

#blog #mental health #abuse #child abuse #trauma #survivor #abuse survivor #trigger warning

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samanthamarkle92 · 1 year

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Part four is here! Here are the links to the previous parts if you missed them! Shoutout to @cravingcoldoreocake123 @m0chac0ffee @nsharks @ladyelissarose

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Trigger Warning: contains war-related violence, implied sexual assault, and attempted suicide.

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Farid came back from the village shortly after. He had a sack of food. He smiled at Ghost, digging through the bag and handing the tall soldier something orange and leathery; dried apricots. Ghost popped one into his mouth, tasting it’s sweetness.

Amina made some kind of vegetable stew for dinner, which she served to them herself. Ghost found it surprisingly tasty. The siblings went to bed when it got late, and Ghost too fell asleep. He had woken up when it was still dark out, needing a drink of water. He was ready to go back to sleep when he heard it; Amina crying, and Farid talking. He didn't think; he ran into the room. Amina heard him, and pulled a scarf over her face again.

“What’s wrong?” Ghost asked, concerned. Farid started talking rapidly, looking like he might cry.

“It’s nothing....go away...”

“Amina, you were screaming....” Amina took a shaky breath.

“Farid, go in the next room.” Farid nodded and left obediently.

Ghost sighed; he’d had his share of nightmares; the things he didn't want to remember.

“It was when our parents died....they....they...”

“They were killed, weren't they?” Ghost whispered.

Amina wiped tears off of her face.

“Yes. Some Taliban had come to our village....they wanted the boys....”

Ghost nodded; he knew what happened to boys; brainwashed into being child soldiers.

“One woman was a teacher....they shot her in the street...”

“And then?” Ghost asked, not sure if he really wanted to know.

“They came to our house....we hid Farid in a trap door under the storeroom. Then they said they wanted me....I was sixteen....my father tried to fight back; they shot him. They took turns....” Amina couldn't finish. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Ghost reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Amina shook her head and pulled her legs to her chest.

“No....you can’t help us now.....the Taliban have taken everything....”

Ghost sat beside her.

“They made sure I’d never forget.” Amina said, uncovering her face. A scar ran from her eye to her chin. His stomach turned when he saw a scar on her neck, near her jugular vein.

“They hit me over the head with a gun....I blacked out...when I woke up, both of my parents were dead. I got Farid out of the storeroom; he wouldn't stop crying...we knew we were alone. After that, Farid got a neighbor to help us for awhile; we called her Auntie Maryam. She looked after me until I was strong enough. But I wasn’t…All I did was get up, make Farid some food, and go back to bed…l didn’t want to talk to anyone….I was afraid…”

Her eyes filled with tears again.

“One day, Farid went to play with his friends…. I took the butane container from the stove…. I couldn’t bring myself to light the match…. I knew I couldn’t leave Farid….”

“Amina...don’t do this...don’t blame yourself…You survived!”

Her eyes were closed and she buried her face back into her knees, sobbing.

Ghost rested his hand on her arm, listening to her cry. This was so unfair… He wished he knew what to say.

“Amina…”

She lifted her head, looking straight ahead blankly.

“If the Taliban come, they will kill us…and probably you too…” He paused to take a breath, hoping that she would understand. He continued, “Do you have any weapons? Do you have a rifle or a handgun? I mean…I don’t want you to be unprotected….you can escape with me….rape is grounds for asylum in some countries; there’s refugee aid...you’ll be safe.”

“You mean....we can leave?” Amina had been wanting to flee; to find freedom. And to live free, away from this place, where death seemed to follow her like a shadow. The thought of escaping terrified her at the same time.

“If we can, we will.” Amina said. Ghost could sense the determination in her voice; the same determination he felt.

She pulled away from him slightly, pulling her leg to her chest again.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up….”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Amina looked at Ghost; she knew the scars and dirt could not hide what haunted him. Her eyes searched the ground. She wiped her eyes with her hand.

“I'm fine. Thank you, Simon.”

Ghost stood and left the bedroom, seeing Farid sitting by the door.

“Go be with your sister, little man.” Ghost said, not knowing if the kid knew what he was saying.

The boy looked startled before nodding his head and running to Amina's bedside.

Ghost laid down on his mattress, replaying Amina's story in his mind. He had heard about the atrocities that women and girls here had to live through, the struggle to survive day to day. Amina was lucky just to be alive. He would not let anything happen to her. She had saved his life; he could at least do the same.

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thepropertylovers · 1 year

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How Do You Mourn the Death of a Parent Who Was Never There?

My dad died last week.

We weren’t very close; we hadn’t been in a while, and I don’t think I had even seen him in person in more than three years. The last time we were in the same room together was in 2019 in his nursing home bedroom when we went to visit him. He couldn’t walk or move much of his body after the major stroke that left him bed-ridden and unable to function like he used to. My dad was a tremendously good athlete and could play any sport he was interested in, so to see him in this state was strange and difficult. All of that potential, gone, reduced to a metal bed and a thin hospital gown.

Gary, my father, had a big heart. He had a passion for life and, as I was told over and over again at his funeral by everyone who greeted me, he loved his kids. A lot. They all told me how he always talked about us and how important we were to him. The thing is, he wasn’t there for so much of my childhood and almost none of my adult life, so it was hard to feel the love that everyone spoke about.

And that is why I find myself here, writing this and questioning why I am so damn heartbroken over his death.

I truly didn’t know him that well, so why am I so sad? Why am I taking this so hard? When we received the call about the horrible choice that no one should ever have to make for someone else had, in fact, to be made the next day (my older sister was left with the harrowing task to choose to remove him from the ventilator or to keep him on for a few days until his passing), it was almost a relief.

We had all, myself and my siblings, been waiting for a call like this for years. My dad was never in good health due to the drinking and the drugs, so it was a situation where we knew he could die at any time because how could anyone live a long life with the choices he was making to his body?

And the truth is, he wasn’t living. Not really. Not in any kind of way that would be considered a good life. We were told he shared those same thoughts with our aunt a few months back. He was in the nursing home for close to four years, confined to a wheelchair and not really able to do anything on his own. He would often say random, off the wall things daily, which was all caused by the stroke. So I have to agree with him: that isn’t really living, is it?

A question we’ve received over and over again throughout the years is what our relationship with our dads is like. People have picked up on the fact we don’t ever show them online and that we only feature our moms. That’s because our dads are not in our lives, and we both believe it’s for the best.

When my parents divorced in 1996, I was five, so a single-parent home is all I’ve ever known. We would visit him in the summers, and he would come into town every now and then, but we lived with my mom, and we were all happiest that way. After the divorce, my dad moved back to South Georgia where the rest of his side of the family lives, which, in turn, left me and my brother and my younger sister back in Tennessee.

He left us to fend for ourselves. He left my mom to raise three kids on her own while working multiple jobs just to make ends meet. He left us to pick up the pieces of a life they built together, a life they envisioned for themselves, for us kids, and for our family.

If you’ve been here a while, you know we live in the same house I grew up in, the same house my mom and dad bought in the mid 80’s, renovated themselves and raised three kids in. If that sounds just like our story, just know the similarities are not lost on me, either. We have dreams and a life planned out for our family, too, and after thinking about it for the last few days, asking myself why I’m taking his death so much harder than I thought I ever would, I think I have come to this conclusion:

For what could have and should have been. He should have seen us get older and experience our milestones in person. He should have been at every one of my football games and helped my mom shuffle us between school and activities. He should have held me when I was sad and smiled when I was happy and cheered for me when I succeeded. Instead, he wasn’t there for any of it.

There was so much potential for a happy life spent together. Now that I’m a father myself, I can’t imagine ever doing anything to jeopardize my family and what we have. And the thing is, my dad had it all: A loving wife, children who adored him, a successful business. But he chose a different life.

The frustrating part about all of this is, and despite all that I’ve said, we actually had a good relationship, considering. He accepted me whole-heartedly and never had a problem with the fact that I am gay. He loved PJ and had so much fun talking construction with him whenever we got together.

My dad was a doer, always building things and helping people out with whatever they needed. PJ is the same way, so they always bonded over their shared love of working on houses and getting things accomplished.

Because we got along so well, and for the most part, always enjoyed each other’s company, I just see the life we had as wasted potential. If he would have stayed in our lives, we could have been great together. I know it. Instead, my siblings and I spent our adolescence feeling let down whenever he wouldn’t show up, and wondering if we had done something wrong to make him leave.

When you’re young, your parents are your world and can do no wrong. When you get older, you know better. Parents are not as superhuman as you once thought, and they can make mistakes, and they often do. Kids are resilient, and they will keep coming back to you even when you don’t deserve it. So once we were older, we started to know better and we started to take measures to protect ourselves from the hurt he had caused us so frequently when we were little.

This meant less trips down to see him over the years (from now on, if he wanted to see us, he would have to find a way to come to us), less and less phone calls and texts, and less reaching out in general. When you spend your whole life waiting for someone and they never quite show up, you eventually get tired and you find ways to move on for the good of yourself and those around you. For us, it meant realizing that, as much as we wanted and needed him in our lives, he would never be a dad to us, and we had to let that idea of him go. We loved him as a person, but not as a father anymore.

I know my dad had a rough childhood, and after my parents’ divorce, his life was even harder, but I also know he had choices to make, and he made them again and again. He had so many chances given to him by everyone in his life, and he just kept making the wrong decisions. I wasn’t in his shoes, so I don’t know what he was going through, but I do know how it felt being on the receiving end of those choices, and it was excruciating at best and crushing at worst.

I have come to the conclusion that I feel the most sad about the fact that things will never get better between us now. I think a small, tiny part of me that I had buried deep inside still felt that, even though we didn’t talk and he would be in a nursing home for the rest of his life, he would one day tell me he was sorry, that he messed up and had a disease that he couldn’t fight alone and that he made mistakes but wanted to make it right now. I didn’t realize it before, but I needed some sort of closure from him, a closure that I now know I will never get. I would have loved him forever, but death is so finite and forever for him means something different for me now.

How do you mourn for a parent who has passed away when they were never there to begin with? It’s a question I’ve been asking so much lately because I need to know why I feel the way I do. How can I cry over someone, still, after 32 years of doing so, when they’re not even in my life anymore?

He was never there, but I wanted so badly for him to be, until one day I didn’t anymore. And suddenly it became normal to not talk about him, to not think about him, to not see him. He was never there, but he should have been there for us all, which I feel angry and so incredibly sad about at the same time. He was never there, but I know now it wasn’t because of me or my brother or my sisters, but because he didn’t get help for something he battled his entire life. He was never there, but I so wish he would have been to meet our children, because they’re so great and he would have loved them. He was never there, but he should have been. For all of it.

He was never there, and now, he never will be.

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2022 South Africa Hunting Trip

From May 31st to June 14, I and my entire family (parents and 3 siblings) went to South Africa for a family hunting trip. This would mark my second time going there, but my brothers’ first, and we were all very excited to go. We knew the outfitter, knew the quality of animals was high, and the timing of the trip was ideal for archery hunting. I’ve been practicing religiously for months, and was confident in my skills and abilities.

I wanted to talk about the trip, because it really was amazing. I know I try not to talk about my own hobbies very much, especially something as unpopular and controversial as hunting, but I shouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed to talk about something that’s important to me. You’re free to not agree or not like it. But hopefully by sharing this experience, we can all take away something from this, good or bad.

Rest of the story is under the cut. Contains images of dead animals, so proceed at your own risk.

Now, when planning this trip, we knew we had to go during Africa’s dry season, which is their winter. End of May/beginning of June is best. For archery hunting, the best method is sitting in a blind and waiting. And with no water around, the animals will have to come into the watering holes to drink, which is where our blinds were set up. We paid upfront for our particular animals we wished to pursue, and because we booked so far in advance, we got plane tickets for a steal.

What we did not expect, however, was that two weeks before our trip, South Africa had severe flooding. When we got there, everything was thick and lush and green. Which made our hunting extremely difficult.

And it was difficult. I’m used to hard hunting. Last season, I went weeks without seeing a single animal. But on a trip with only ten days to spare? The pressure was on.

Last trip, I’d see animals all day long. They weren’t animals I could or even wanted to shoot, but plenty of activity nonetheless. This year? Nothing. I barely saw more than two or three animals all day, mostly females and young fawns. We were in for a rough ride.

It was only on day 4 when our luck finally broke. Because we were archery hunters, we were able to hunt on a particular archery-only property located 2 hours away from camp. And it was there I finally got my first animal.

This trip, the only thing I really wanted was a Greater Kudu. Magnificent animals with huge spiral horns, they were as beautiful as they were elusive (and delicious) I told myself that if I came home with a kudu and nothing else, I’d be happy.

As luck would have it, right in the morning, barely an hour after we entered the blind, a bull walks into the watering hole, just fifteen yards away. I grab my bow and line up my shot. Perfect placement. Perfect angle. The bull probably only made it a hundred yards, and the trackers had absolutely no problem finding him.

I can’t tell you how happy I was. Finally, my dream animal, and he was everything I hoped he could be. And I can’t begin to tell you how big he was! You really have no idea the size of these animals until you’re up close and personal with one. Bulls weigh about 500 lbs and can be up to 5 feet tall at the shoulders. The horns themselves measured 50″. These are magnificent creatures and I was so proud on myself for making a perfect shot on him.

The trackers loaded him up on the trailer to take him to the skinning shed, and it was back in the blind for me. Not even two hours later, an impala walks in, another animal I wanted to take. But impala are notoriously skittish. They’re a difficult animal to hunt, especially with a bow. Impala will “duck” when they hear the bow snap, and last year it caused my sister to shoot high on one and they were never able to recover it. The best thing you can do is anticipate the duck and only shoot when their heads are down drinking water.

The impala ram came in and circled from feed pile to feed pile for a good ten or fifteen minutes. A mother warthog with her nine piglets had also come in, and the sow was chasing off the impala from the feed. Sometimes he’d just stand there and watch, not moving and offering me a perfect broadside shot. Even when the impala stopped to eat, I hesitated to shoot. I didn’t want to take any chances. I had to wait for him to drink.

My patience was rewarded. Eventually he came to the exact same waterhole the kudu stopped at and he finally put his head down to drink. Fifteen yards. Aiming slightly lower than normal. I let loose and watching him stumble off I knew I made another perfect shot.

This impala is not particularly impressive size-wise, but I’m proud I managed to get him with a bow. His face also has a very dark pattern, which is definitely unique. I was very happy with him, and he was again loaded up and sent to be processed.

The next day was another insufferably slow day of hunting. I sat at a waterhole and the only animals I saw were birds and a single goose who made the pond his little swimming pool. My hunting guide had fallen asleep within the first half hour of the day so it was up to me to stay awake and pay attention.

Right at around 4:30 in the evening, I see a warthog walk in. I didn’t really want to get a warthog this trip, but even I could tell this was a big boar. I woke up my guide who took one look at it, turned to me and said “You need to shoot that.”

The more I looked at him, I noticed that his chest was covered in dried blood. Did some other hunter take a bad shot on him and wound him? I couldn’t be sure. But I knew he was injured and I knew it was best if I put him down myself. The shot was 35 yards, the longest shot I’ve ever taken and definitely not a shot I anticipated making this trip. Add onto the fact that a warthog’s kill zone is about the size of a tea saucer. But I didn’t overthink it. I drew my bow back and made another perfect shot.

Though the kudu was the most impressive animal, this was by far the most impressive shot I’ve made. I probably shouldn’t have even taken it, but my months of practice paid off. The boar was down.

Taking a closer look, we realized the blood I saw on him was not from another hunter, but from fighting with another boar. It’s the mating season right now, and this old cankerous bastard was fighting for his mating rights. You can see the bottom left tusk is broken in half. Those are the tusks the males fight with.

That white thing right next to his eye? That’s the tip of another warthog’s tusk that got lodged into his skin (look at how beat up his face is!) I now have that tusk tip and plan to make a necklace out of it! And best of all? Every hunting guide I showed to this was completely blown away. They told me this was easily the biggest warthog taken this year. As soon as I get the skull back, I’m taking it in to get measured. Who knows! It might be a record!

The next few days were slow, with my siblings and parents having moderate success here and there. My poor dad, he wanted a cape buffalo and sat at one water hole for nine days and saw nothing. Eventually, another outfitter asked if my dad was interested in taking out a bull that was causing problems for the rest of the herd. The buffalo bull had torn apart several fences and had even gored another bull. For the safety of the herd, it needed to be put down. My dad agreed, and got his bull.

Our trip was winding down, and we still had some animals on our lists. We traded our bows for a rifle and began to spot and stalk, with the agreement being we could go after what we could find and compensate any price differences later (every animal has its own price tag and we paid in advanced for a discount) It was then my sister shot a springbok, nailing it dead. However, because antelope really are dumb deer, the rest of the herd just . . . stood there. Their buddy was on the ground twitching after a gunshot and they didn’t even run off! I took the gun next and fired off a shot of my own, dropping another very impressive ram myself.

Fun fact: springbok’s butts flare up when they die. It’s a mating display and for some reason it activates when they die. It only lasts a few seconds so you need to be quick with your photos!

The morning of our flight back to the US, my sister tried one last time for a very special animal my sister had been pursuing the entire trip: an uncommon coloring of the impala. We drove to a property that had a herd of black impala, and the owner was kind enough to let us hunt there. I decided to tag along. I wanted one more animal for the trip, and a black impala was a perfect way to round out the trip. It took some time, a lot of patience, but eventually both my sister and I walked away with some very nice and beautiful rams.

Are black impalas rare? In the wild, certainly. Being unique is a great way to get singled out and killed. But on reservations where there are no natural predators? Uncommon colorations are able to breed freely. There’s no difference between this ram and the common ram I shot earlier, they’re just a different color. Which makes it special, to be sure, but sacrilegious to shoot? I don’t think so.

Also as more proof that antelope are dumb, here’s a sable antelope about 50 yards away from us as we’re taking pictures.

All in all, I and my entire family had a wonderful trip. As difficult as the hunting was, we came away with some spectacular animals. All the meat from said animals we either ate, or was donated to the local villages. And no steak tastes better than the steak you got yourself.

Thank you for reading!

#hunt #hunting #warthog #antelope #kudu #greater kudu #springbok #impala #black impal #archery #tw: dead animal #ichi goes hunting

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kurosawa-family · 2 years

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👬, 🌹 (ConCon 🏃‍♀️✨)

Muse’s Childhood Asks

👬 What was their relationship with their family like?

“Before Aimer and the others? Well... It was just the three of us if we didn't count on the others. I was a kid whose parents tried their best to give him the childhood that none of them got, and I'll admit that I got a little spoiled from that kind of treatment, but things changed eventually, with me being slowly aware of the danger they were putting themselves in by just raising me, and our still undecided position in both sides of the world: Demons and Humans.”

“And, man, I do miss from time to time being the only son. But I guess life would be boring that way, wouldn't it?... Doesn't mean some of my siblings are any less of a pain in the ass, like any other siblings—”

🌹 What is their favorite childhood memory?

“Pfff— I have so many! I know it sounds dumb, but when my parents were teaching me etiquette and such is one of my favourites. They were so gentle with me, and when I got frustrated, mom would hold me and make me drink some water to calm down, since I cried a lot when it came to me not doing things right. I was a kid with a bad memory, after all~”

“Another one would be when I was allowed to go with mom to the local market. The kids there were rough and they teached me a lot. Also, mom and I would share some fruit bonbons between ourselves. We still do when we got the chance~”

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sethelliott · 2 months

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I'm Glad My Mom Died

I don’t have this kind of relationship with my mom. I’ve never had an eating disorder. My worst relationship with alcohol was as a hobby during the pandemic that turned into a drink or two or three most afternoons while working from home, almost always shared with roommates. Though I felt a persistent lack of, well, everything growing up I don’t remember my parents ever struggling to pay a bill (though they might have) and there was always food at dinner time, even if it was often boiled chicken and maybe there wasn’t as much of it as we would have liked. I’m reasonably confident that my parents are my biological parents.

I remember my dad as often harsh. His way was the only right way. If you couldn’t convince him your way had merit, you were either forced into his way or he would redo whatever it was later. I never felt good enough for my dad.

I remember my mom as simultaneously a pushover, with respect to my dad, and incredibly supportive and gentle, with respect to us kids. I think she was both resigned to never getting her way, never being able to win an argument with my dad and willing to sacrifice any remaining ambition or desire in favor of the needs of her kids. I viewed my mom as the safe one, the protector from my dad’s severity and judgment.

There’s fucked-upedness there to be sure, but all of this is vastly different from McCurdy’s life. The themes here, in the context of my parents and siblings, don’t resonate. And yet. The year’s long process of slowly realizing you’ve suppressed your desires and internalized someone else’s, and the rage and grief that come with that realization. I have been both perpetrator and victim here, unable to set appropriate boundaries when I cannot reciprocate, no matter how much I’d like to, or over-investing in people who do not reciprocate, sometimes simultaneously, with a single person. I have had versions of this experience with many people, platonic, romantic, and familial.

It is taking me years to figure out where I went wrong, where on the slippery slope I could have turned aside to avoid experiencing so much pain, to avoid causing so much pain. I still don’t know and I’m not sure I’m getting closer to figuring it out. Hindsight is supposed to be 20/20, but it doesn’t feel any clearer to me now than it did in summer 2021, when I realized that I hated how my first 4 years in Colorado had turned out.

As a victim, suppression of your desires feels easy at first. You cling to so much hope that a person can make you feel whole, that one little sacrifice to make them happy or to avoid a minor disagreement feels like a natural and obvious tradeoff to make. But they add up and “gradually, then suddenly” you no longer know who you are.

As a perpetrator, I think it can feel easy to love someone in precisely the wrong way, by giving hope where you should not, by being convinced that someone else will be happier if they just follow your advice or desires, by fooling yourself into believing that a communicated but poorly enforced boundary can change how the other person feels, what the other person expects.

But these things are only easy in the moment and have led to so much pain and resentment in my life. I don’t know where, exactly, I went wrong and I think it’s not so simple as I’d like it to be in any case — it seems implausible that if only a particular conversation or two had gone differently then things would have been so different. Even if that was possible, I would have needed to have been a different person back then to be able to have those conversations. But I hope I’ve learned something from both my own experiences and this book’s clear depiction of similar experiences in McCurdy’s life.

And I’m very, very grateful that I will grieve when my mom dies.

[Originally on Goodreads]

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whatwewishwesaidandothersecrets · 3 months

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Tw for child neglect, childhood trauma, (mild) child abuse, gaslighting, divorce, domestic child labor, alcoholism, non-specific eating disorder, depression, traumatic memory loss, imposter syndrome, emotional / mental abuse / manipulation / gaslighting

I'm fourteen. My parents divorced when I was three and my little sister was one. Even before that, I'm told I used to try to step in between their arguments. I don't remember that far back. I used to spend a few days with my dad followed by a few days by my mom etc etc. My mom moved in with a guy who I instantly hated; they even got engaged. The guy had a son. My mom admits that their relationship was mostly sexual- they would stay in their room every day until like 12 pm, and we weren't allowed to bother them unless it was really important. That put me, a 4 year old, in charge of my little sister and stepbrother, 2 & 3 years old. Tbh I was a bit of a tyrant- my world was unstable and my only safe way of lashing out was to become a control freak over what my siblings did during the time that I was responsible for them. I was also responsible for tidying our shared room, sorting and folding our laundry, and setting the table. My mom's then-fiancee was also the first adult to ever hit me, which was quickly followed by my mom. When we moved out from there, I was six, and my mom was sick. She went through multiple operations and wasn't allowed to carry anything remotely heavy, leaving me to not only do the washing, but the cooking and the dishes and the shopping. Among the operations she went through was a hysterectomy, and the hormone crash resulted in a depression that never left. We moved through a lot of houses before she finally bought one a few years ago. All the while, I was doing way more in the household than a person my age should've, and practically (co-)parenting my little sister. There were a few years where I simply refused to cook because it reminded me too much of how down I felt when I had to. My mom's always had a habit of drinking alchohol when things are too much, putting on sad songs and crying when she got drunk. I still have trouble telling when people are drunk because I grew up just thinking people acted like that. She's very depressed nowadays. She barely eats, which I often remind her to. Dinner at her house consists of meat in the airfryer that we individually get whenever we get hungry- it's not a sit-down event. She doesn't parent us, I don't think she knows how. She works mostly from home, having online meetings and sitting behind the laptop all day. She falls asleep on the sofa or stays up until late watching crime series, and I have to get her to bed. Sorry that this got so long- the problem is this:

My dad hasn't seen any of this. He doesn't really know. I've tried to tell him, but he just keeps acting like I'm making stuff up. He tells me I'm being dramatic and that I just want to be traumatized so I can martyr myself, and that I blame everyone else for my problems. He says that I never do any chores, and he doesn't believe I do everything around my mom's house. He says that I've made it up that I parent my sister, that none of the examples I give of how I parent her are parenting, that I'm just her sibling. And- I'm not. I know I'm not. My sister knows I'm not, she knows I raised her and she regularly refers to me as her 'motherly figure' or something like that. I also have a lot of issues now due to how I was raised, both on my mom's and dad's side. But, sometimes I start to believe my dad, because I don't really remember a lot of those times very well. I was still a toddler when my mom was engaged to that asshole and I barely remember anything about the time my mom was sick. I put it up to trauma, but- how do I know I'm not lying to myself or misremembering if I don't remember? Is my dad gaslighting me or am I wrong?

OK, full disclosure, I'm no therapist. I'm just a 20 year old who struggles a lot and goes to a lot of therapy, and wants to help people.

That being said, while I was never in such a severe situation, I have gone through (on a waaaaay smaller scale) some similar experiences. I know what it's like to do the cleaning while your mum is crying, to live on pot noodles as a kid because you can't cook and your parent's can't (because they actually can't or they can but won't) make you anything. To raise yourself. I'm the youngest, so I was "lucky" in not having to raise anyone. I can't imagine that burden and I am so, so fucking sorry that was put on you, especially from such a young age. That's beyond not fair. I hope you know that I'm so so proud of you, for making it this far, when not only did you have to raise yourself and your siblings (that's a thing called parentification) but being stuck with bouncing homes and violence. I am so sorry. Please know it's not your fault. You never did anything wrong. And even if you in some way hurt your siblings (being a "control freak") you were doing the best you could. That's all that matters. You are strong, and amazing, and deserving of love and peace. Just know that, OK? And you're not alone.

What your dad is doing is just wrong. First of all, it's 10000% not in your head, you even have someone else agreeing with you. And forgetting memories? That's a trauma symptom. When things get too hard emotionally, sometimes the mind tries to block it out as a defense mechanism. It goes "this is too much" and puts it in a little box to be opened later when it deems safe enough. Not remembering an event well doesn't mean it didn't happen. Trust me on that, I've had times when I'm falling asleep and suddenly tense up, fists clenched cause I remembered that one time in 2014 when Bad Things ™ happened. It doesn't mean it didn't happen, it just means your mind is being a dick but trying to help by blocking it out.

The tricky thing with gaslighting is it all depends on what the gaslighter actually believes. If he genuinely believes none of this happened, it's not gaslighting, he's just an asshole for not listening… but the part that makes me think "huh, that's not right" is that he gets so defensive. Something is definitely off with that. If he genuinely thought you were making it up, he wouldn't get so angry. I don't know all the facts, but I would say that's gaslighting, or manipulation of some kind. And how you can tell if you're lying to yourself? Well, your sister has seen how things are now. And things are still bad now, so even if you're wrong about the past, a lot of shit is still happening. You are valid either way. And if you're lying about the past to make yourself feel like a martyr, you wouldn't be asking that question, with genuine fear that you're wrong. One question, how do you feel when you think about what's happened? Do you feel sick, uncomfortable, angry, fight-flight-freeze-fawn? Does a certain sound or object or smell make you panic? If you can't remember properly, maybe you have triggers. And if you have triggers, it (or something) happened. (I'm sorry if this sounds harsh!! I just know how overwhelming it can be when your mind tells you you're crazy, and I find harsh truth works best in those instances, I'm sorry if I'm wrong!!). Also if you were making it up, you wouldn't be traumatized and have mental issues. For what it's worth, I believe you wholeheartedly.

OK, sorry this is so long!! I just want to help, but again, please know I'm only a 20 year old with trauma, I'm not a therapist or anyone with a degree, I could be wrong. But I'm not wrong in the fact that you are strong and deserve better than this. I'm not wrong when I tell you something is bad there and to please seek help, tell a teacher, talk to an aunt or uncle or some adult you trust and could possibly live with. Even just talking with a councellor on the phone if you can after school. And I'm not wrong when I tell you you're not alone. If you want to talk more, I'm always here for you, through asks or dms or whatever. You are going to be OK <33

#safe space secrets #you are not alone #asks #tw child abuse

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