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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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this was a lil while ago but it's been on my mind and it was rejected by actual Reddit for containing references to violence lol so it's c&p from back when this happened w a minor update but AITA for saying I'd curbstomp someone for saying the N word??

I, (27NB) attended a murder mystery birthday party back in May for a friend Annie (25F) with our mutual friends (24-28 various genders) (There was 7 of us total). We all had a pretty good time despite a lack of planning for the party and general weird vibes (Annie had been upset all day at something their partner, Sean had done).

Towards the end of the night, myself and a friend we're discussing anagrams, I believe specifically for the word "ginger", I was very drunk and did not hear the letters being spelt properly so I guessed the word was "Rigger". The other party goers conversations were coming to a natural end so they joined in mine and my friend's convo. Upon hearing me say "rigger" and pulling a face when I realised what exacty the bad word was my friend was referencing was, Sean then said "Oh it's (n word)!". Another friend, Betty did not hear what they said and asked them to repeat in, which they did loudly. The whole party stopped for a moment. At this point I think I fucked up because I was immediately shocked and said "You can't say that!" and then they said "what, (n word)?" and repeated it another time. I made a comment saying I believed the only person in the friend group to be racist was Dan. I've since privately apologised to Dan for this comment as I don't think Dan is racist at all, and Dan has accepted that apology.

Pretty much immediately after that everyone started making plans to leave, within five minutes cabs were called. Everyone left the room leaving me and Sean alone. I think this is also where I fucked up, I approached them and said they cannot say that word, it's not theirs to say etc, in which they just kept repeating "I'll use that word if I want to". (edit from months later: apparently Betty's boyfriend was in the room and didnt like do anything and just watched this play out). At this point I was pretty much blackout drunk and threatened to curb stomp them if they carried on. Betty came in and diffused the situation and took me home. Betty says myself and Sean were stood very close to each other but I was visibly drunk and stumbling and clearly was in no shape to carry through with the threat (Sean is also significantly larger than me in height and weight so I don't think even sober I would be able to land a punch, not that I want to).

Betty filled me in on a lot of these details the day after as I didn't remember a lot but apparently afterwards I tried to be extremely friendly to Sean and sort out plans for us to hangout this week, something I obviously won't be following through on. (edit: we haven't spoken to each other at all since this)

I messaged Annie on the sunday to wish her a happy birthday(edit: the party took place on the Friday iirc) and she also told me what happened (she was not present for any of this as she went to bed early at the party, feeling sick) undoubtedly hearing only Sean's side of the story. Knowing it's her birthday and I didn't want to bother her with drama I just said maybe their partner shouldn't of said what they said, and she stated after having a mild go for me for threatening to curb stomp her partner that she can't weigh in. So I stopped speaking about it to her and just forwarded her some videos I took from that night (silly videos, one of her blowing out her birthday candles, etc) and she replied saying thanks.

I've messaged Sean saying we need to talk about what happened and basically said while I'm sorry for it happening in their house during Annie's birthday party, I'm not sorry for calling out thag disgusting behaviour. Betty and another friend, Jack have both said I was well within my right to kick off like that, and that I was clearly not going to follow through with any threats, and Sean was wrong to not only say the words multiple times but then to double down when called out both in front of everyone and privately. But i have doubts since it was a birthday party and perhaps saying I'd curb stomp them is a bit much. I don't recall myself being particularly angry while shouting at them but they've said they definitely felt threatened by me and put off on talking to me.

I also find it odd they feel so threatened by me/find this behaviour of mine odd as I have reacted a similar way (less aggressive) when Annie was also racist in front of me, Betty and Sean. I've also spent the last two weeks meeting with Sean, bankrolling and planning this birthday party with absolutely no issue (i don't think a birthday person should plan/pay for their own party and Sean is unemployed) and we've had fun! We joked around a lot and I feel like I'm pretty open about being too weak to throw a punch but always ready to fight (like a chihuahua). I even came over early to help set up for the party, because I liked spending time with them. So for them to feel threatened by me is such an odd feeling. I also feel uncomfortable in the fact that Annie and Sean feel comfortable saying slurs in front of me. The whole friend group feels weird about this situation, no one really knows what to say.

(edit: ok this is where the original post ended but there's still some drama) so the day after I called Sean(with consent, to talk) but Anne picked up and said she would speak on Sean's behalf and I was on speakerphone. He did not apologise (neither did Anne) and Anne defended his behaviour pretty heavily. her/both of their's resolution was for Sean to just not say the N word around me. I obviously said that's still incredibly fucking racist and I don't want to be friends with racists? I cut them off after the phone call and said I'd like the money back I spent on the party from Sean. Anne ended up paying it back two months later when I politely brought it up at another friend's birthday.

Betty and her boyfriend still hang out with Sean and Anne and seem to be pretty good friends with them. Betty mentions Anne to me fairly often and all I say is why are you friends with a racist and then she goes quiet. Everyone still maintains I'm the asshole that ruined the friend group and I still feel pretty insecure about what happened. I don't think I should've threatened violence but they all say "chat shit get hit". so idk. AITA? sorry for how long this is lmao

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bcacstuff · 4 months

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So, after quite a bit of convo between different people and a bit of investigating I got some news about this last weeks revelations.

Let's first resume what we learned this week!

First Davie posted a pic with Sam in his kitchen at home on Wednesday 3 January still in Scotland

Next day Thursday January 4th, a fan pic is posted from a boat.

The fan confirms she saw Sam on the Shuttle boat in London, she got on the boat at London Eye, he was already on the boat and he got of the boat at Greenwich. She also said he was with a friend (female). Someone had a private convo with this lady and she confirmed these things practically. She mostly said he was low profile and very discrete.

Of course I got all kind of Anons, is he on a date and others trying to make me believe the craziest things again, naming people. You really gotta up your games Anons, if you want me to believe he's with someone who posted a picture of a gondola in Venice at sunset, while he is on a shitty shuttle in rainy and cold London, you're far of convincing anybody here. 😂

Anyway, lots of speculation, why is he going to Greenwich and who could be the friend.... 🤷‍♀️ My guess is as good as yours, though one or two options could be plausible. Like f.i. his friend Matt lives in Greenwich, and f.i he could be doing a photoshoot, like he did a couple of times for magazines like Men's Journal or similar. Anyway, we don't know.

But, then we get the hair cut pic of Charley at FOUR in London. It was posted on Saturday 6 January

Was it a latergram? Or not? Well I can answer that and confirm t was slightly a latergram. The haircut was at the least before Friday night! And as we can see the boat pic he still had the longer hair. (well you can argue about that and make up your own mind, IDC) Most likely it was done on Thursday the same day as the boat pic, same shirt.

And doing a hair cut for a photoshoot also makes sense, now doesn't it?

Then last night (Saturday as well) we found a tweet he was named in. Someone had met him twice in 2 days. Ah, well it was just a tweet but, okay. In the same tweet Callum Beattie was named.

Bit of investigating here another convo took place between people. It was all shared to me and I saw it all. I don't want to share their names, as I don't want these people to be bothered in DMs or anyway. But I saw the whole convo. It was a a very sweet convo and the person was quite willing to share a lot.

It confirms that the person who saw Sam twice in 2 days as reported in the tweet, saw him on Thursday 4 and Friday 5th January in London. Both times he was alone according to this person. It's asked a number of times and confirmed both times alone and in West end London, which makes sense as that's the area he often goes when in London.

Anyway, you all not gonna believe me on. my blue eyes, I figure. And even while I am not gonna share the convo obviously, I have permission to share the picture the person took with Sam on Friday. (yes I'm gonna watermark, as I only have it and I'm blurring the name. It's on a private account anyway, so can not be found there. But I have permission to post it on here.)

So after the person saw him on Thursday but was too late to get a pic, he saw him on Friday again and now managed to get the picture. As you also can see (I tried to keep the watermark as transparent as possible), he then clearly had his hair cut already.

So that's it, and that's all I can share. I just really need to thank the ones that had the convo's and shared it all with me. You are all incredible people to do it and all so graciously! If anyone wants to accuse them of stalking or harassing or bothering someone, I can confirm, totally not. The convo's I've seen are very nice and sweet! Thank you all, you know who you are and told me you don't want to be named, but you know I'm very thankful for it. 🧡🧡🧡

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he-goes-down · 6 months

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There Was A Time:

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6. You Ain’t The First

Second person POV:

That Friday the band had a gig. You did the usual; help the boys tease their hair, this was the only time you could be near Izzy or touch him, you helped Slash with his eyeliner and Axl's eyeshadow. They went on stage you watched them from a secret balcony opposite the stage, where all the lights and other technical controls were. You watched Steven's hair bounce as he played the drums, and it was even more hypnotising with his teased hair. You watched him for the beginning of the gig, it soon trailed over to Axl. You knew it was bad that you had feelings for him, even worse that you kissed him. You're his manager, you couldn't be with him, just like nothing could happen between you and Duff. But my god he is so addictive to look at. His teased hair made him look like a lion, and the way he moved his hips when he sang made all the girls, the boys and yourself go absolutely wild. You did however look away from him when it was Slash's solo. Duff and Izzy were looking at you while he shredded, you didn't notice of course as you were in awe at his talent and his man boobs. Duff was jealous, but he wasn't hateful, he knew Slash was amazing at going nuts on the guitar, he stared too sometimes. Izzy however, no one knew what he was thinking. Murder? Maybe. Toe hair? I don't know. Unicorns shitting glitter? Sure! He was so hard to read, he was a complete mystery.

The rest of the show went well. Axl didn't jump on anyone or even shout at them. When they ended you waited for them in the changing room. All the guys were first in, but Axl was slightly delayed, but soon he stepped over the dressing rooms threshold. "Guys, I have someone that I want you to meet." Axl said with a smile. It was quite unusual to see him this chirpy after a show, he would normally be ranting with the small nit-picky stuff of the not-so-good quality equipment. A stunning girl with long curly hair and the most beautiful blue eyes walked in behind him and then stood next to him. "This is Erin." He spoke. "My girlfriend". Those words hit you like a freight train, your ears started ringing. You felt so betrayed. You felt your heart break under the sheer amount of pain it just felt in that moment. You hated them. No not her. Him. Axl Rose. He played with your heart just like that. Did he think of you like you were some groupie? He couldn't have, your kiss and everything but lust behind it. You had to put. Brave face on to not like you wanted to kill yourself in that moment because, they rest of the band were introducing themselves and you were up next after Izzy. "This is our manager." Axl said as he motioned to you. "Ah! Oh my god you're so pretty! I've heard so much about you!" She said. 'Oh thank god she's a girls girl' You thought in relief.

You guys sat at the booth like normal, this time with Steven and Erin on your sides instead of Axl. Erin was absolutely lovely, you contemplated taking her for yourself and getting back at Axl. Or just taking her for yourself. You we're still heart sore and annoyed at Axl, with every word he spoke your malicious thoughts of getting back at him got worse and worse. Would he even care? He better. "If you weren't in the music business, what would you do?" Erin asked. You were about to speak but Axl spoke over you. "Some Rocket Science things. That's why we call her our Rocket Queen." He spoke. You coughed a little nearly choking as you remembered one of the stories behind the song Rocket Queen that they haven't even made yet. "That's so cool!" She responded. You smiled at her. "I can speak for myself Axl." You said with malice. "Geez, what's got you so riled up?" he asked as he laughed. You didn't know if he knew what he was doing was getting on your nerves, but he loved doing it. You rolled your eyes. "Stop listening in to our convos babe." She said as she playfully hit him. The pet name hurt you even more, but at least he was getting smacked. "Steven can you sit next to Axl so he can't eavesdrop?" You asked Steven, and he agreed and moved to the other side. You and Erin chatted more, as the guys were talking in their own world, it felt good to have another girl to talk to, you realised just how much more immature boys were. "So... Which one is your favourite?" She asked as she nudged you. "Oh, no no I can't choose," You giggled "Steven definitely. Oh, and maybe Duff as second" You whispered to her. "And the others?" She giggled "Izzy hates me for I don't know what reason. Slash doesn't warn anyone when he's bringing someone over, so I always get to hear the noises he makes." You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "And Axl just getting on my nerves sometimes." You added. "I don't know, I think Izzy has thing for you." She spoke. You stared at her with wide eyes and a 'what the fuck' expression on your face. You nearly burst out laughing. "Seriously! Look, every time he takes a sip of his drink, he looks at you." She whispered. You scoffed lightly at her in disbelief. "Look!" She whisper shouted. Both of you looked at Izzy who sat at the other side of the table. He took his glass, lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, his eyes then glanced to your end of the table. He saw the two of you looking back at him, and he quickly glanced back at the other guys while coughing slightly as he nearly choked on his drink. Your mouth was slightly a gape as you looked back at Erin, and she had the most shit eating grin ever and was about to giggle her ass off just like you were. She snorted then you did, it didn't take long till the two of you were laughing uncontrollably, not being able to breathe soon after. Izzy quickly made his way out of the booth seeing this scene unravel and he went to the bathroom. The rest of the band were looking at you two going mental.

You soon calmed down, but you didn't explain to the rest what happened. Axl looked a little irritated, but you didn't notice as you were having too much fun with Erin. Izzy soon came back also looking irritated but much more than Axl. You two didn't giggle more at him just encase he might go off on you. "But who do you like?" She asked. "Didn't you already ask me this?" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean like. Like, like you know?" She explained. Shit. You couldn't say it. "I can't date any of them. I'm their manager." You told her. "Yeah, but you can still like one of them. It's not illegal." She responded. "Nah, I couldn't." you said. 'Wise words, should have listened to them sooner.' You thought. "Come on! What about the tall one? He's been taking peeks at you too." She said. You blushed a bit, you had an initial crush on him, but you still couldn't pursue it. You looked at Duff who was talking amongst the group, then glanced at Axl who sat next to him. If Axl didn't care about you, then he wouldn't mind you getting closer with Duff. Right?

You all drank some more and talked some more. Izzy starred daggers at you the whole time. You didn't realise as you were talking to Erin and Duff over the table. It was soon time to leave, and you were innocently flirting with Duff as you were walking to the exit. Axl noticed and his intoxicated rage filled eyes glared at the sight of you two, and his anger burned brighter as Duff laid his hand on your shoulder as he sweet talked you and you giggled in response. Erin left to her own apartment as you were halfway home, Axl didn't even seem to acknowledge that. Or even get the slightest bit of excitement when offered going to her place to do some unspeakable business. He just grunted a 'bye' and continued to hang his head with distain as he continued walking. He gets like this when he's off his head drunk, but not when naked women are involved. You got home and everyone went to their respective rooms. You took Duffs hand and leaded him to your shared room, you were drunk and wanted to have fun, and especially get on Axl's nerves. Duff was more than happy to endorse what you were about to do. "Wait. I need to talk to you." Axl said. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You nudged your head at Duff to go to the room. You rested your back on the nearest wall and crossed your arms, as you gave a tired look at Axl. "Mhm?" You started. "What do you think you're getting at?" He accused. "I don't understand." You responded in a sarcastic annoyed tone back at him. "Why are you so angry? You have a girlfriend now. You should be ecstatic!" You waved your hand as you spoke. He huffed slightly, being at a loss for words. "Go on...?" You urged. Nothing. You got up off the wall about to walk to the room. "Just, don't hurt her." You said to him in a lighter serious tone. "Don't go kissing her and then leaving her for another girl the next week." You said as began walking. He did not like that. He started to speak up. "You ain't the fucking first. Just remember that." He shouted down at you. You knew you weren't, but you really wanted to be.

You did get back to the room, tired from the mental drainage that's been this night. Duff was half-way undressed but he was passed out hard on the bed. You sighed in relief as you put the covers over him and tucked yourself into bed next to his.

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hwaseonghwasworld · 6 months

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Brothers Best Friend Chapter 5: Sisters “Boyfriend”

Summary: Yunho doesn't want his baby sister (Y/n) dating any of his friends especially Mingi since they are like brothers to him and it's an issue when all Y/n's friends are dating Yunho's friends but he wouldn't let Y/n talk to any guys since he's so overprotective, it's such a shame that she's been with Mingi for almost 2 years and no one knows. What will happen if Yunho finds out?

Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, fights

Word count: 550

Genre: series, angst, comedy, fluff, hidden relationship, High school au

Updates: probably Friday at 10pm BST

The next day passed and my brother is still being an asshole, I sat in my seat with my friends and told them about our visitor “wait so your dads getting married again” “yup” Mingi heard the convo and his head shot up confused l looked over at him realising I never told him since after this whole mess I fell asleep and didn’t tell him what happened. Since his friends don’t know about us I couldn’t tell him what’s going on in this room.

I walked out of class and texted Mingi where I was and he went to me and closed the class room door behind him, “hey what’s going on” I looked up at him and he hugged me as I explained the story. “My dad is getting remarried” “they’ve been together for 2 years” Mingi looked at me in shock, he could see the pain in my eyes so he wrapped his arms around me and pissed my forehead.

Yunho stormed in as soon as we broke the hug and I rolled my eyes knowing he’s gonna say some dumb shit. “WHAT THE FUCK” I interrupt his anger making him get angrier “relax” “THE FUCK YOU MEAN” “ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING DATING” I had to come up with something on the top of my head, “no dumbass, I have a boyfriend” Mingi looked at me confused “you do?” I look at Mingi telling him to shut up “then who is it?”

At that moment my best friend Shotaro walk in, “is everything good?” I ran up to him and stood next to him “he’s my boyfriend” Shotaro looked at me confused and I slowly look back at him, trying to get him to understand “oh yes we are” Mingi looked at us a little jealous which confused me since he knew it was a lie “oh really? Then kiss” I looked a Shotaro and back at my brother “we’ve only been dating for a week so no” “whatever” Yunho walked out and me and Mingi sighed in relief knowing we just dodged a bullet “so are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” “Yunho doesn’t know me and Mingi are together and I don’t want him to know cause he’ll freak out” Shotaro looked at us confused as mingi wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I had to explain to him about how long we’ve been together for.

Shotaro agreed to act like my boyfriend in front of my brother, after sorting it out we went to class and I told my friends what’s going on. Shotaro sat next to me in class and we were talking and laughing to make it believable so while my brother way standing outside my class window he could see it and think we’re actually together, Mingi hated the fact that my attention wasn’t on him, he say the way Shotaro was looking at me so I texted him reassuring him that it’s just so my brother believes me and could leave me alone which means that it’ll be over soon, since Shotaro wasn’t in school for a while since him and his family went on holiday my brother believed me when I said we were dating since he wasn’t in class to make prove it until now.

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pinkandpurple360 · 2 days

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I apologize in advance if this gets gets long, just the convo around the next ep of HB has got me annoyed and it hasn't even come out yet

(So I'm mostly talking around the talking points screencapped here: https://www.tumblr.com/chaifootsteps/749126531306160128/apparently-im-lying-about-being-molested-when-i?source=share and your reblog from earlier where Viv liked this tweet: https://twitter.com/lovelyzelda2/status/1784606963583668469?s=46)

I had a bad feeling the discourse would immediately switch positions to 'see? Blitzo enjoys having sex with Stolas! how can you call it extortion when he's clearly fine with it?' (goalposts moving yet again, but anyway...)

OK, so - just a few teeny, tiiiiny problems with this statement here

Compartmentalization. It's entirely possible (and rational) for someone to talk themselves into believing the scenario they've been forced into is 'not that bad', just for their own mental stability

Taking power back. When someone has no power in a situation they'll take what little scraps they can get even if it looks like it makes no rational sense to an outsider. Blitzo is very heavily implied to be the 'top' in the relationship, which allows him to feel like he has some modicum of power, even if all he's doing is being the one to put in all the work to meet Stolas' needs. Paradoxically this can go hand in hand with a learned helplessness - if someone mentally accepts they are trapped in a scenario they might focus on trying to 'make the best of it' rather than escape the situation, which people on the outside struggle to understand

Hypersexuality. Related to the above, Blitzo uses sex as a tool to get what he wants. He's been conditioned by society at a young age to understand imps have little value and that survival means a lack of autonomy over one's own body and time - both things he's had to give up to Stolas to survive. It says a lot when we use the one of the survival mechanisms of an underclass as a means to judge them rather than the system that created it. (And interesting again that calling out the ways the rich literally screw over the poor is one of the main things used to demonize Striker as The Bad Guy). Also saying Blitzo enjoyed the one night stand then is flimsy evidence he's fine with the full moon deal now - he might be more sexually compatible with Stolas than Chaz (not a high bar to clear) but it was clearly pity sex and he dipped and attempted to ghost Stolas right after. For him the sex would've been a one time thing if Stolas hadn't pushed it further. This type of argument is veering into shaming Blitzo for enjoying casual sex tbh, because it's arguing that that should mean he'd be happy to have sex with Stolas again every time after. Nope. Consent works on a situation to situation basis. Being up for it Monday is not a promise you'll be up for it Friday - Blitzo having a one night stand with Stolas is not some kind of invisible 'IOU more sex'

Retconning. Yet again, but it shouldn't go unmentioned. Most of Blitzo's attitude to Stolas' flirting has been annoyance or rejection in season 1, indifference right after their session in Harvest Moon (and more annoyance/rejection to Stolas demeaning him in public at the festival), one tiny suggestion of enjoying their activities in Truth Seekers (and even that can be argued to be just Blitzo enjoying exerting power of Stolas and following through with what he sees as his end of the bargain - Stolas certainly doesn't correct him that he expects Blitzo to reward Stolas for rescuing his life with sex, since sex is all Stolas ever wants out of him), then Ozzie's caps it all off with Blitzo telling Stolas he has some nerve to expect to play at boyfriends when all he's wanted all season long is sex. That's an entire season of Blitzo's attitude towards sex with Stolas being pretty darn consistent

An abuser cannot be X. One of the most pernicious suggestions - moving on to the tweet of Stolas pathetically shutting himself in the fridge, the implication on his side is that someone who is a "manipulative mastermind" must look a certain way. They certainly aren't the kind of person who cries, sobs and shuts himself in a fridge! Never mind that 'I'm so pathetic & harmless, how could you do this to me?' can most definitely be a manipulation tactic.

This is incredibly inline with how Spindle seems to write and see abuse - abusers are only ever these obviously evil caricatures like Stella or Crimson. (And if they have any redeeming features in their eyes, like being superficially charming like Val, they'll be babied endlessly on Xitter). Real abusers are not charismatic or pathetic wet cats, apparently.

It's a reductive and frankly pretty irresponsible line of argument, because an abuser can be anyone and look like any kind of person. How often do abusers in real life get away with it because people don't think beyond 'they seemed so nice? they seemed so charming? they were so sad, so victimized by the other party they kept crying about?'

(this kind of writing is really just a variation of the Wounded Gazelle Gambit outlined here: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WoundedGazelleGambit -> i.e. Blitzo gets annoyed/mad at Stolas for a completely understandable reason like the Full Moon deal, being talked down to & demeaned, having his boundaries pushed constanly in Loo Loo Land -> Stolas circa season 2 whines and cries -> fandom falls for the writer's gambit & decides Stolas is the victim because Blitzo is the one who looks mean and abrasive despite Stolas giving him all the reason the world to be that way toward him)

"They're in Hell!" Sorry to bring back and old classic, but I just find it interesting that when someone criticizes Stolas for the Full Moon deal the defence of 'they're in Hell, he's meant to be deeply flawed, the writers are going somewhere with it!' gets brought up, even though the writers are desperate for viewers to think Stolas is not flawed because nothing is ever his fault anymore.

And yet the 'they're in Hell!' excuse is never brought up to explain why Blitzo 'doesn't seem sad enough' that he's being exploited. Maybe because in Hell imps as a class are exploited all the time and he doesn't expect much better? Maybe because Blitzo is already trying to prove his doing better than most of his kind by starting a business? Maybe because the only way to keep that business going is appeasing Stolas?

(it's a common phenomenon that many women do not think they've ever been sexually assaulted, yet when given the defintion they say 'that has happened to me'. they just don't recognize it because of what they think SA is and a lack of education to correct that perception. someone being conditioned not to know what is happening to them is wrong doesn't make what happened to them any less wrong. what it means is no one ever gave them the words to describe it before or call it by its name)

Putting it simply, the 'they're in Hell!' line is only ever used to excuse the behavior of the abuser, yet never as a touchstone to why the victim might behave the way he does

Real life cases / economic factors. This is heavy so I'm going to keep it short but it's important to include since I think we should be fighting back against bad attitudes around consent.

So there have been real life cases of employees who were extorted for sex by their bosses. Thing is, in instances when this went on a long time it sometimes became more difficult to press charges rather than less, even though the victim had been the subject of more sexual assault and rape.

And this was precisely because people rationalized it away. They believed juries would be hostile and would naturally assume 'if you had sex that many times it can't have really been rape, even if you would have lost your job. You didn't cry and weep and scream every single time? Then it can't have been rape'

What they were failing to understand is that economic factors and differences in availability of jobs in different fields mean that some people genuinely can't 'just quit' right there and then. What they were failing to understand is that the victim had become desensitized to the pain of being violated, that they weren't crying and weeping and screaming every time their boss forced them into sex they didn't want. It's why the 'you smiled in a photo one time so you were happy' argument is such BS. People can smile and seem totally put together five minutes before a mental health meltdown when everything that's actually going on gets to be too much.

But instead of blaming a society where someone could be forced into that position, they blamed the individual. The individual was victimized not once but many times - first by their abuser, then by a society that makes it impossible to escape them, and finally by the ones who decided actual evidence was secondary to the fact that a victim suffering a death from a thousand cuts isn't bleeding out dramatically or miserably enough for their tastes.

(speaking of economic factors, Stolas has also used promising money to bodyguard him as a means of getting Blitzo's company. Blitzo spends that episode trying to do his job - 'save it, bitch, I'm working' etc - but Stolas doesn't care about respecting their exchange of money for Blitzo's labour, because what he really wanted was to inappropriately flirt with him in front of his teen daughter. he uses his wealth as further entitlement to Blitzo's time and attention)

Lastly: it's still wrong whether Blitzo 'enjoys it' or not. I feel it's important to stress that ultimately dissecting Blitzo is kind of missing the point here. Because even if Blitzo did genuinely enjoy sleeping with Stolas - if we pretend season 1 didn't happen - it doesn't make what Stolas did any less wrong. There's a reason why sometimes a case will be 'the state VS accused rapist/person who committed domestic violence' i.e. the state prosecuting on a victim's behalf. And that's precisely because the victim is too close to it or is too afraid of the abuser to be expected to press charges. Blitzo can't exactly freely answer the sentence 'did Stolas wrong me? would I have slept with him if I'd had a choice?' if the answer stands to lose him his company, can he?

Put it another way:

Character A uses the fact Character B's life is in danger to get them to agree to a deal where they have sex once a month so Character B can keep their job. Character B is clearly repulsed but later seems to enjoy their monthly meetings. Did Character A do anything wrong?

Describing that scenario outside of the context of Stolas being a sad weepy owl, would anyone hesitate to condemn Character A here? B's 'enjoyment' doesn't change that the initial act was wrong - despite hating fanfics so much, the "it wasn't really rape because the victim secretly enjoyed it" thing is a line pulled straight out of fanfic where the original scenario where the couple 'hooked up' is dubcon at best, rape at worst. it's the last refuge of writers who want to include dubcon elements but don't want to deal with how bad it makes the perp look in the eyes of the reader

It seems obvious to me that the writers wanted Stol!tz to be a messy friends with benefits to lovers, catching feelings type of thing. But they didn't write it that way. And no amount of crowbarring it into that 'it's just miscommunication!' trope will fix the fact that they wrote and animated a sequence in Murder Family where Blitzo clearly doesn't want to say yes to Stolas and would have said no if he'd had an option at that moment

(though at this rate HB will attempt to do the Bad Fanfic trope of 'I secretly wanted it all along!' because retconning everything that happened in s1 is the only way they can think of to 'fix' Stolas without actually, you know - fixing Stolas)

Tl:dr; I'm frustrated with the lack of care in HB's writing since season 2 started, especially with how young some of the fanbase obviously are. But I'm also disappointed. They had a real opportunity to break new ground in depictions of abuse - show how someone could be simultaneously abuser and victim, show how an abuser could rationalize and rewrite reality in his favor, show how all this conflates with class and wealth in an intractable way, show how victims can rationalize their own abuse, etc etc - and they chose to do none of it.

Forcing a ship was just more important than any kind of compassion for their audience (or their literal main character, soon to be demoted to Stolas' sidekick and Emotional Support Imp), so instead all abuse is in the show is either an excuse for cheap drama or a means to attempt to rehabilitate its most frustrating character by pointing at someone else as being 'worse than him' while he's actively treating the one he supposedly 'loves' like garbage

🗣️ i love long essay length anons like this they’re like crack to me.

That last part is getting to me like how is this pairing gonna look when it happens? Like a prince and his obedient minion who serves and protects him from mean women and children, and never gets too feisty or asking too many questions. That’s the end image in my head.

Edit: anon, you care more than the writers do I can promise you that

#helluva boss critical #stolitz critical #the it’s hell excuse #retcons #writing advice #tw mentions of sa

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Yes please to more conversations between Cali girl and her friends / Eddie and the Hellfire / Corroded Coffin guys about each other 🫶🏻

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy these convos between Cali girl and her besties and Eddie and the Hellfire gang!💖

-find all things Wrong Number, Right Time here✨

Conversations between Eddie and Hellfire/Steve are marked with an ✨ the rest are you and your friends

*Eddie doesn’t know why Dustin keeps talking about you just like you don’t know why your friends care so much about Eddie and what he’s doing*

“So what’s your Vampire man doing tonight? When is the next FaceTime date?” “Tomorrow…we are going to watch Nightmare on Elm Street but it’s not a date.” “It’s not a date?…but you two do these things like every week right?” “Yeah we FaceTime every Friday if we aren’t busy.” “So…that’s totally a date babes.” “No it’s not…it’s just what we do every week.” “How long have you had a crush on him?” “What?” “How long…have you had a crush on your little vampy boy.” “I don’t have a crush on him…he’s kinda just becoming one of my really good friends.” “Oh you’ve got it bad…” “what are you talking about?” “You haven’t stopped smiling since I started talking about him…it’s okay to have a crush on someone you know that right?” “I’m aware it’s okay to have a crush but…I don’t have one at least not on him.” “Whatever you say…”

✨ “California isn’t that far.” “What are going on about Henderson?” “California…it’s not that far away we could go…this summer if you wanted.” “Who’s we? And why would I want…to go to California this summer?” “Uh gee I don’t know…maybe so you can meet the love of your life?” “The love of my life? That’s dramatic…even for you.” “I’m just saying…we could go and see her.” “Once again..who is we? Why would I take you with me?” “I can be your wingman.” “My wingman?” “Yes…you kinda need…all the help you can get when it comes to her.” “What does that mean?” “You kinda just…go all puppy dog eyes when it comes to her…I think that’s part of the whole she’s the love of your life thing.” “I do not go all puppy dog eyes when it comes to her.” “That’s what you wanna argue about? Not the whole she’s the love of your life thing?” “Oh shut up and help me with this campaign.”

“His name is Eddie and he’s got long hair…and tattoos and you are seriously trying to tell me you don’t have a crush on him?” “He’s cute yes..I’ll admit that but he’s just really nice…and we have a lot in common that’s why he’s one of my best friends.” “Who you also have a crush on.” “Can we talk about something else please?” “Okay…what’s he do for a living?” “He’s a mechanic.” “Oh…good with his hands?…that’s a plus.” “He lives in Indiana…nothing is going to happen between us.” “Why? He could be your soulmate for all you know.” “My soulmate? Really?” “I mean what you think your soulmate is just walking around the same city as you? Come on…the universe isn’t that nice.” “So what my soulmate is just a random mechanic named Eddie Munson who randomly texted me confessing his love for someone else? How romantic…can’t wait to tell the grandkids about that.” “That’s what I’m saying! How odd that he got your number and that he even continued to text you after you told him he had the wrong number! That’s fate…you can’t tell me otherwise.” “You’ve been reading too many Nicholas Sparks books…if he’s really my soulmate then it’ll find a way to work out…so time will tell.” “I mean…Indiana isn’t that far…”

✨ “you two just watch scary movies on FaceTime together?” “I mean we do other things too.” “Oh..like what?” “Don’t be gross Harrington.” “Sorry…but you two talk a lot…” “yeah because we are friends.” “Just friends?” “Yes…just friends” “but you wouldn’t mind if you were more than friends right?” “Uh..no…I uhm…wouldn’t mind.” “Does she know this?” “No…because it would make it weird.” “How?” “Dude the first thing I ever told her was how in love I was with someone else…” “yeah that sucked but that was what? Two months ago?” “Yeah something like that…” “so I’m sure by now she doesn’t care and she probably has a crush on you too.” “Oh yeah such a huge crush she keeps going in dates with other douchebags.” “Because she doesn’t know how you feel! You’ve gotta let her in on how you’re feeling man or you’re gonna watch her fall in love with someone else.” “Why do you care?” “Because…everyone deserves to be with their person…and…I think she might be yours.” “You’ve been spending too much time with Henderson.”

#wrong number convos #eddie munson series #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson soulmate au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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When All Said and Done…Take Time

All To Me

Shuri x Ex Black Fem

Summary:This was faze one of Shuri’S master plan but let’s just say one thing led to another

Authors Note:ITS ALWAYS SPELLING ERRORS but anyways enjoy reading “Part 2” SORRY THIS TOOK LONG I HAD TESTS ALL WEEK BUT YOU KNOW I PASSEDDD

Warning:A pinch of smut

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu (wifey fr) @yvxmpire @letitias-fav @shuriislut @shuri-my-love @lunax0654 @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @ziayamikaelson @2k7-sparkles @writesbyriri @randomhoex @niaalove @womenlxver

He lost your touch, all to me, all to me -Giveon

Y/n’s Pov

A Friday morning great! After work you where going to head to the beach. Your friend was throwing a beach party for her birthday. But right now you had to figure out what you where going to where tonight .

You decided on a simple skims dress for the day . It is a simple dress but it showed your curves in the right way. You threw on some sandals and made your way to the lab.

“Mrs Y/n has entered the lab” griot says as you walked through the door. You made your way to your desk and started to pick up where you left off.”Mrs.Y/n Shuri would like to see you” Her assistant says .”I can’t even sit down without her on my ass” you mumble . “Excuse me did you say anything” the assistant asks. “No no” you say obviously lying.

You walked into Shuri’S office,You look around ready to see the fulmar face .”Oh no she’s up stairs “ the assistant yells to you . Of course she’s in her bedroom.

You stand in front of the door and you knock.You hear the locks on the door unlock . “Come in” shuri says .You walk into your her bedroom.”You called me “ her eyes look you up and down . You can start to feel her eyes undress you.”Um yeah congrats on your engagement “ she says forcing a smile.

“Anything else that you need “ you say as you sit on her bed.”Yeah one thing “ she says as she gets close to you .”Which is” you ask her she starts to sit on your lap . “I’ve been thinking about you since last night” You look at her confused didn't she just congrat you on your engagement and now she wants sex. “I’m engaged this wouldn’t be right” you say trying to stop her “Oh would it I didn’t notice” Shuri says being sarcastic.

She slowly started to kiss you on your neck.”Shuri” you say calm but than you let out a moan.”We can’t be doing this you know this” you say trying to push her off your neck.” You know I’m better than her just let me treat you right “ she’s says being convincing. She goes back to kissing you this time on your lips.This was going to be your favorite mistake.

You started kissing her back,You missed her touch. One hand started gripping your chest . You let iut small moans during the kiss.You guys fell back on to bed causing her on top of you. As you lay back shuri starts to take your dress off. It starts to show your matching lace set.

“Where you all dolled up for me” She asks showing a smirk . “You could say I was”You show a smile.This wasn’t your first time having sex with shuri in the bedroom above the lab but it most likely won’t be your last .

She kisses you than slowly making her way to your neck.she makes her way to your chest . You start to let out soft moans . You knew this could come out in your marriage sometime.

You feel her pull your bra straps down gesturing you to take it off. you start to take your bra off until it was a knock .

“Mrs Shuri Have you seen y/n” A co worker says you couldn’t tell who it was by it being muffled .

You rush putting both bra straps on you lock over to see your dress on the ground . You get up from the bed and rush to grab your dress and head to bathroom .

You hear shuri walk to the door . She unlocks the door. “Yeah we where just finishing up are convo so you should see her soon” she says trying to be nice .

You put your dress on and look in the mirror. Those kisses on your neck was a little to long . “Shuri do you have foundation “ you yell so she could hear you. “Right drawer “ she says you open the right drawer and starting applying foundation to the marks . This wasn’t your first rodeo.

You fix your make up and hair and you get walk out the bathroom. “So your just going to leave “ She says as you make your way to the door .”I would stay but I have to work plus I Can’t be doing this on the clock “ You say you felt bad saying this but you can’t do this. “But you did this when we where together” She says as she hugs you from behind .

“We can’t do this anymore ri I have a finance this was just a mistake you know it will probably never happen again” you say as you unlock the door . “You sure this was mistake it look like you where about to enjoy it “ she says whispering in your ear . “Bye shuri”

You go back to your desk thinking about just went down . “Lord why do you make her fucking fineeee” you say face palming . “This is work I can’t be doing this right now hopefully I get drunk and have a good time at the party cause woah” you say you start to deep breath and just focus on work .

Work was hard especially when shuri came out of her bedroom in the fucking purple tracksuit. She knew exactly what she was doing .That was your favorite outfit that she wore it compliments her in many ways .

Shuri starts to walk to your desk “How’s work ma “ you give her the heavy side eye . She was heavily flirting with you but you where trying to stay loyal . “ Work is good” You say looking with a smile . “Shi you looking good “ You look at her showing a smirk . “Ri we are at work “ I say grabbing her hands .”Ma I don’t careee” she says trying to whine . “We are in business and I have to work maybe tomorrow because I’m going out “ you say smiling. “Are you,maybe I can go to” You side eye shuri at her last words . “Yeah no let not friend” you say gesturing she should leave .

After work you made it home ready for the party. You where going to bring kyrah but she wanted to sleep. Her Loss. You remove the makeup from your neck and searched threw your makeup to find water proof foundation for your neck. “Aha”.You do a simple glam look for the party . Then you got dressed in your swimsuit. You went to your bedroom kyrah was scrolling on TikTok . “How do I look” You say doing funny poses . “You making me question if I should go” she says showing a smirk .

(Outfit Idea you can wear whatever)

“See you babe you” you say yelling putting on your sandals and grabbing the gift and purse . “See you, don’t be doing to much tho” kyrah says she knew you are a handful.

You made your way to the party , You see your friend “Sanaii”You say running to her with a smile . “Here’s your gift and I’m going to go relax on the sand” you say handing her the gift .

As the sun kissed your skin You lay in the sand enjoying the vibes . Someone begins to sit next to you . “So this was you going out “ Shuri says . You could tell by the voice it was shuri.

“Where’s Ms.Fiancé “ she asks you placing her hand on your thigh . “Home” you say removing her hand.”Look we not finna keep flirting we both have to get over each other “ you say looking at her .

“But you know she still don't make you feel beautiful like I do “

ㅤㅤ✷ ࣭ ࣪ ˖ ☞ ࣭ ࣪ ᩠ ֗ ✦ ࣭ ࣪ ˖

When all said and done... Take time-Series Master list

#Spotify #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #queen shuri #princess shuri #daddy panther #letitia wright #wakanda forever #black panther #shuri x you #shuri x fanfic #shuri x y/n

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ramblesanddragons · 1 month

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Let me tell you a story.

Friday we lost Buster. It happened so fast. Cancer and internal bleeding.

It's been hard. Our first pup.

So we've been eating out a lot. The kitchen is filled with memories of him. And also a mess. We are a mess.

So we go out to eat and leave the restaurant, still hurting.

That's when we run across an odd sight at the roundabout home. A little old lady's car had the front tire sideways. There were some people trying to help but my husband works on cars so we park and walk over.

Or in my case hobble because I'm in a boot for a foot problem.

Anyway, the Firestone nearby sent this little hard of hearing using a cane after hip replacement old lady off without attaching the lugnuts for her front tire.

WHO DOES THAT?

She was the last customer of the day. I get wanting to go home but they could have killed her.

So the group of gathered people put our heads together to help. We've got:

Two librarians (Me and the hubby)

Two ladies from Portugal.

Two Mormons in their door knocking best.

And a guy that radiated NYC energy.

I learned a few things that afternoon.

One: I can't tell the difference between Spanish and Portuguese. The two ladies tried to call a tow truck, had a convo in what I thought was Spanish, got a guy on the phone who speaks Spanish, handed the phone to me, I spend a whole minute confused as to why they were struggling to understand the guy, they tell me they speak Portuguese and English, and I (rather embarrsed) hand the phone to hubby who has a better grip of Spanish.

Two: I'm not great at directing g traffic but if you're confident enough people will follow your hand signs. We called the cops for help. They showed 45 minutes later after we fixed her tire. 😑

Three: Mormons don't get to have google on their phones while on a mission?? (The guys were nice, didn't do any preaching, bought the lady new lug nuts, and helped hubby put them on.)

Four: The NYC guy considered converting to Jewdism but didn't like the outfits. Thought the Mormons were dressed nice. He gave the lady some water then moved on and wished us luck when he realized he couldn't be more help.

Five: Little Southren Ladies will do anything to get to Church in the morning. I already knew this but I found it sweet that this was what she was the most stressed about.

After some work the tire was put back on right and my husband test drove it in the Walmart parking lot. He gave the lady a list of things to fuss about at Firestone. I told her to get a relative or someone at church to help her chew them out because if she tries on her own she's the type of senior citizen who would get the run around I just know it.

Everyone parted ways, and when I got into the car, I felt lighter. Yes, I was still hurting, and I'm going to be for a while, but seeing the good side of humanity soothed something inside of me. I think it did for my husband too.

#personal #tw animal death #tw cancer #humans are good actually #I do feel bad about the language goof I'm going to try and learn some of the differences

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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eddie x reader x gareth !!! i beg !!! i need them

Crashed Dnd Nights

Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader x Gareth Emerson

Summary: A late night of dnd before a day of movies

A/n: this might be bad I'm apologizing right now I'm still getting used to writing both Gareth and Eddie, this is also a semi-fix if fic and happens a year after Vecna where Gareth is senior and 18 the reader is a year older than him at 19 and Eddie is 22.

Warnings: strong language, fluff, Mentions of Vecna, they/ them pronouns

Word Count: 1K

Stranger things Masterlist | Main Masterlist

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

You were finally off work for the Friday night leaving your job to go to the 7/11 you browse the aisles for m&m’s for Eddie and gummy worms for Gareth. While in the almost empty convenient store you decide that you might as well get a Slurpee grabbing a cup and filling it up mixing the flavors and heading to the front grabbing a case of Dr. Pepper.

Getting to the register you talked to Ms. Darner the nice old lady who worked there on Friday nights.

“Hello Y/n late night,” she said cheerily.

“yeah finally got this Saturday off,” you say as she scans your items.

“That's good dear bringing this to your boyfriend?” she always assumed you had one which you don't blame her most people had thought you were with Eddie and you don't blame her while Gareth was at school finishing his senior year you and Eddie would be seen together.

“Yeah we’re having a movie night tomorrow,” you say grabbing your wallet.

“Ah well I hope you have a good day off,” she replies smiling at you.

“Thank you,” you grabbed the bag and started leaving the 7/11.

The quick shopping run left you to think about what would have happened if Eddie hadn't survived the events of senior year and what would you be doing now. The dark thinking causes you to shake your head preferring not to think about what could have happened if Steve Nancy and Robin hadn't killed Vecna.

you arrive after 20 mins of driving from the convenience store. getting out of your truck with the paper bags making your way threw the door struggling with the bags in your arms

“With your current findings, the body of the mysterious magic user you had talked to earlier. You can either mention it to the rest of the party or allow them to continue,” Eddie's voice with an eerie tone fills your ears.

“Do I gain anything from telling them,” Erica said ”I don't know! us knowing about a dead body” Gareth said from the front of the table.

Eddie’s eyes follow you threw the door. the convo between the senior and middle schooler

“Hi Y/n,” they both said

“hey, guys don't mind me continuing with your session,” you say smiling at the group trying to juggle bags and a Slurpee and putting the cans in the fridge.

Grabbing the last can of Dr. Pepper you go over to the table set up in the living room of the trailer. you grab the mountain dew sat in front of Gareth and replace it with Dr. Pepper. making him look up and smile and look at you. You give him a quick peck and move over to Eddie and place the can of mountain dew over in front of him while also grabbing the empty cans you go to walk away before Eddie grabs your arm leaning up to press his lips to yours softly it was quick but still filled with passion.

Gareth continued arguing about the morality of leading the group to possible death.

“Technically you don't know shit cause I'm not gonna tell the group we’ll probably be fine anyway,” leaving Gareth to glare at the girl from across the table.

You threw the cans away and looked for the Oreos you left at Eddies hoping that they would still be there looking in the hiding spot you left them finding them to be gone. you were surely going to bring it up to Eddie later. Your sure he probably ate them while high and having the munchies? You sat on the moved couch watching the session go on for about another hour before some of the younger kids had to be taken home.

“Do you guys need a ride,” you said with a yawn. getting up and stretching.

“No we biked here well just bike home,” Mike said

The idea of that happening didn't sit well with you knowing how weird Hawkins could be at night people tending to go missing even tho Vecna was dead the anxiety did sit well in your stomach “why don't you put them in the back truck I can drive you home.” you said your voice laced with exhaustion.

“I can make sure they get some” Jeff offered probably able to tell you were tired from work.

Your willing to agree with that everyone leaving you saying bye to them as you close and lock the door as Eddie cleans the table and puts it away helping you move the couch.

“So how was work,” he asked looking over at you as you move across the room to him.

Leaving you to let out an exhausted grown into his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist

“It was interesting got some orders for some cakes with like peoples odd ass names or sayings” you mumbled into his shoulder from behind. Gareth was changing into some pj’s

“If I see another Karen I'm going to scream,” you said leaving Eddie to laugh.

“I mean like half the moms here are named Karen,” Eddie said

“Trust me I know,” as you were talking to Eddie, Gareth came out of the bathroom in some red plaid PJ bottoms and a grey shirt.

“Gar did you pick up the movies for tomorrow”

“Sure did, all ready for tomorrow ” you let go of Eddie to wrap your arms around Gareth kissing him sweetly fingers grazing his sides

“Well see what you picked out tomorrow… you didn't choose only horror movies right?” you say after pulling away

“….”

“Right?” the shorter brown haired didn't answer simply looking at you with his lips pressed to a thin line not looking you in the eye

you let out a sigh “it's fine I kinda expected that would happen” you give a light chuckle kissing his cheek

“Okay I'm honestly exhausted and unless you two want me to drop dead right here then, let's head to be” Eddie made sure to lock the doors and turn the lights off as you and Gareth head to his bedroom. you laid down arms wrapped around Gareth and in his hair messaging his scalp as Eddie came in tried to quickly change and lay down and wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your shoulder, the feeling of closeness between the 3 of you was comforting

“I love you both” left your mouth before falling asleep.

#eddie x reader #gareth emerson x reader #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #gareth emerson #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things #x gn reader #stranger things fluff #x reader #xreader #poly!reader

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homosapiennns · 1 year

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LET’S TALK ABOUT MR. SADIK ADNAN AKA UNCLE DILF OF HETALIA

Sadık is an unique name. I never met a Sadık in my life. It means loyal. Adnan is usually a name, not a surname. It’s an old name, people don’t name their sons Adnan anymore. Both names are pretty masculine sounding. “Sadık” is pronounced S, A in dark, Dı is read the same as the word “the”, K is normal. Adnan is pretty easy, all As in our language are the same.

Sadiq is not a real name, we don’t have q in our alphabet. But I understand that people don’t know this so I forgive u guys 😙

Do I like his name? Tbh the first time I’ve seen it I didn’t, but I like it now. I can’t imagine him having a different name.

I have a few headcanons of him!!!

First of all, this man is LOUD. Like he is not shouting obv, but he talks loudly, energetically, and a little fast paced. He is extroverted, he can carry a conversation easily, and I can see him being “the dominant one” in a convo if it makes sense. Like u don’t have to worry about finding a topic bc Sadık naturally finds it.

His voice is deep.

He is friendly, but he doesn’t share his romantic life if it’s not a close friend. I can see him being close w Balkan countries, Bulgaria especially. A lot of Turks came to Turkey from Bulgaria in 50s and 90s (bc yk Ottoman Empire was there) But I think his personal relationship with Balkans doesn’t get affected by foreign policies. Bc fuck governments and politics. Anyways LOL. He is friends with Russia too. I read some RusTur fanfics? I don’t even know the name of the ship but it was fucking hot. He likes Europeans, Germany is his fave, but he isn’t close with them. Greece will have his own section 😉

He lives in Istanbul, in Anatolia side. He just can’t escape this city he loves it so much even tho it’s overpopulated.

He likes fishing like every uncle ever. He falls asleep in front of his TV like every dad. He loves drinking rakı and eating the fish he caught w it. He loves to eat, he has a dad bod. When he’s drinking he prepares the table like this n people go insane for it, also he always pays the meal’s bills. His hospitality has no limits like this man can die of hypothermia if it means his guests are warm and tucked in bed.

He has ZERO drip 😔 he has a beard n a hairy body. Idk why but I can’t rlly imagine him with abs. Maybe Osmanlı (Im gonna use Turkish bc Ottoman Empire is so long bro) had an athletic body, but Mr. Turkey just doesn’t care.

He loveeees cooking. Ok so Turks hate takeouts unless u live alone. If u go to a Turkish household and suggest that u want to order a pizza they will act like u just cursed their entire family. Sadık is the same unless he eats kebap outside bc mmm kebap is yummy.

He is a Muslim, not a hardcore tho, he only practices it in Fridays the same way Christians go to church in Sundays.

LETS TALK ABOUT OSMANLI OMG. So yk Mr. Adnan is friendly softie etc etc. But Osmanlı was different! I think his personality changed after the Turkish War of Independence and the Republic has founded. He had to change himself, we the people had to change ourselves to fit the modern Western world.

But at it’s prime Sadık was crueler, focused on wars and fighting and conquering, making his Empire bigger. He has seen many things. Had to betray, manipulate. He was impatient, cunning, cynical. He was never cold though. I think he was always sincere, like yeah his words hurt but he was telling the truth. I don’t like portraying him evil, like a villain. He doesn’t have a bad heart. He knows how to have a good time if u are his friend.

I think he got THE drip bro. Like his clothes were the most expensive fabrics, sewn by the best tailors.

His sexuality hmmm well 🤔 I think he likes woman but Osmanlı was really gay at that time. Lots of gossips about bisexual Sultans. So I hc him as bi leaning to woman. He loves woman but he bedded many manyyyyy men yk. Especially when he was younger and sexier and he fucked some Sultans with their wives. Like casual not-so-secret threesomes in Has Oda, yeniçeri’s blushing listening outside of their door (Sultan’s main bedroom 😉) he probably wanted to sleep w women in harem too but he couldn’t 😔 no men were allowed inside.

I don’t ship TurGre. I’ve read fics, some I really like, but when I think about it I feel weird and uncomfortable. I like their dynamic as complicated frenemies. Sadık was never a parent to Hera. I think their dynamic was like Romano-Spain. Boss and ??? Child??? I think Hera never did housework though. Humans already did that. When Hera was little, he hated Sadık. But as he spent time w him, he liked him a little bit. Sadık taught him many things, but he never saw him as his “son” or “student” it’s just. It was a land under Osmanlı, and Sadık wanted to know him. He looked after him of course, and he enjoyed his company. Telling him stories, traveling Istanbul, talking philosophy. We all know Hera loves philosophy. I also think they didn’t spend a lot of time anyway, Sadık was too busy.

Today, they pretend to hate each other but they don’t actually hate each other?? Wowneifnifj. It’s like Turkey vs Greece memes. Like they make fun of each other but it’s teasing, it’s not mean, both went through so many things. They both suffered n they understand each other.

AND TURKEY TOUCHES PEOPLE. A LOT. He hugs n slaps n pokes. Hera is used to it. Turks are touchy in general, including men. No boundaries at all. I’m glad Hima put this in the comic :D

That’s all about the Istanbul gentleman 😙✨

#hws turkey #aph turkey #hws greece #too a lil bit c:#hetalia headcanons

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fbfh · 1 year

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rocks at your window pt. 12 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year. additionally, ricky begins to desplay more symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy and has a good support system. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 5k

genre: mild hurt/lotta comfort, smut, feels

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: post show depression, more backstory for reader, brief mentions of gifted kid burnout and rediscovering your love for theatre, more fake texts, ricky is down ba-a-a-a-ad, classic Hot Boy Climbing Through Your Window moment, heart to heart convos, smut, body worship, clit sucking n fingering, penetrative sex, emotional 'i love you' sex, ricky begging <3, possible cliff hanger?? (BUT NOT BAD I PROMISE)

summary: it's late at night and you're reflecting on your experience performing high school musical the musical with all your fellow wildcats when someone shows up, throwing rocks at your window, and thinking the exact same thing.

song recs: rocks - imagine dragons, end of all things - panic at the disco, I hear a symphony - cody fry, fuck it I love you - lana del rey, tell me that you love me - victorious cast, where do we go from here - amelie obc, I can't handle change - roar

a/n: this is the last chapter of rocks. I got so emotional writing this and I sincerely hope yall enjoy. also before anyone asks YES I'm planning a sequel about season 2 but it's curretnly tba. I hope you cry when you hear rocks by imagine dragons and get flustered as FUCK when you hear tell me that you love me by the victorious cast because Ricky Bowen needs to be told I love you to cum it's canon Tim Federle told me so. Fangz again to Cici for proof reading and fangz to you guys for reading <3 send in Ricky asks lol

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads

The show is over, midterms are over, now it’s Friday night and you can’t sleep. It’s one of a handful of Fridays over the past few months that you haven’t spent at rehearsal, and no matter how many times they roll around, it still feels weird. You chalk it up to routine, muscle memory, but part of you still worries you’ll be late when you see it’s past 6pm. You miss the El Rey, you miss the auditorium and rehearsal room at school, you miss circle time with Miss Jenn and all your friends. Post show depression always sucks, but after everything that happened during High School Musical, how intense things got, the letdown is worse than usual.

Even all the fun things Miss Jenn had planned to keep everyone’s spirits up until the next show gets announced are all over. You’d spent a week with your friends learning a song about winter Ashlyn wrote and Gina and Carlos choreographed so everyone could do a flashmob for the new East High theatre department’s instagram page. Miss Jenn got everyone together to make some content in advance to post before the break, but you finished your last take of the flashmob after school today. New Year’s isn’t until later this week, so you’ve finally reached the wasteland between closing one show and starting another.

“Hey,” your mom says softly from your doorway, and you look up from where you’re sitting on your bed. You greet her quietly, flipping through your playbill from the show, still wearing your cast shirt. You have a few open hat boxes in front of you, adorned in light florals and other delicate patterns and designs. Each one of them is full to the brim with playbills, confetti, and other mementos from past shows, except the one in front of you, which still has some room left in it.

Your mom walks over to you, watching your expression closely as you flip through your playbill, not wanting to put it away just yet. She rests her hand on your back, rubbing her thumb affectionately before tucking the tag of your shirt back into the neck. You both know what’s coming. You think back to the deal you made with her after your dad left. You didn’t realize until months after how much you’d been struggling with everything. Your mom discussed dropping out of the show you were in, even though you were so close to opening night, and you’d refused. You’re not the type to drop out of a show you’ve spent months rehearsing for just because of some struggles in your personal life.

Your mom could see clear as day how you weren’t having fun like you used to, how burnt out you were going to get if you kept up like that. What kind of mother would she be if she just let you do that to yourself? Once you’d found a new house and a new job out in Utah, you came to the agreement that you’d take a break for the summer. After that, if you wanted to do theatre again, you could do a show at your new school - nothing high pressure, or competitive and catty, or overly professional. After that, if you still want to, you can return back to professional theatre after you graduate.

“So?” she says softly. Your chest squeezes, and you’re so grateful that you’ve been able to feel and see and do and experience every single thing you love about theatre so much. There had been no high stakes, nothing riding on you and your ability to perform. It was just fun. Passion. A passion you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to let go of.

“I want to do the next show.” You say, without a trace of reservation. She smiles softly, looking down at you. She hasn’t seen you like this, so much like yourself, in years. You’re glowing and at peace, and she has never, ever been happier to see it. After everything the two of you have been through, the divorce - and the events leading up to it - she remembers this is what she’s been fighting for, the goal she’s been working toward; seeing you happy and thriving. She had a hunch that high school theatre was exactly what you needed, and now she thanks her lucky stars she was right.

You don’t talk about what you’re going to do after the next show, it’s not quite time to worry about that yet. There’s no need to rush anything, especially when it comes to stuff like this. You’re sure that when it comes time to make a decision, you’ll know in your heart what the right one will be. But even just from looking at you, even if you don’t know yet, your mom has another hunch that you’ll be back in New York, lighting up every stage on Broadway at some point. She presses a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back again as you finally, reluctantly place your playbill in the open hat box in front of you.

“Try to get some rest, sweetie.”

She goes off to bed, and now you really have nothing to do. You sigh as you organize your hat boxes back on the top shelf of your closet, in the order you usually keep them in. You look around, deciding to clean your room. You run down to the kitchen to get a trash bag, then return to your room. You dig through all the scented candles you’ve been hoarding and pick out a nice smelling one to light, then put something on Netflix for some background noise. You start by folding your laundry, then pick up any stray trash. Usually cleaning your room gives you time to think, but you’re not really thinking much of anything now. You’re grateful for the break.

You move from task to task, losing track of time as Netflix continues to autoplay. You pause what you’re doing for a second, trying to figure out why two characters are arguing. You’ve barely been paying attention, but are still managing to follow the plot for the most part. During that moment of stillness, you hear your phone buzz with a text. You pick it up, shocked at how late it is, how quickly the time got away from you. It also makes you wonder who could be texting you so late. It’s Ricky. That makes sense, you think. You wonder what he’s doing up so late as you open the message.

You set your phone on the windowsill, then head towards your closet to try and make some sense of it. You’re not sure how it got to be such a hot mess - in all fairness, it’s not really that messy. You just need a project to work on. You straighten up your hanging clothes, refold all your jeans and folded sweaters, then reorganize it by color. Or maybe cut. You’re not sure yet. You make a mental note to rewatch Tidying Up with Marie Kondo later for more ideas.

You decide to revisit that in a few minutes, instead turning to all the pillows and blankets hidden on the floor of your closet. You adjust them, remembering the first time you’d shown your nap hole to Ricky. Your mind wanders idly, recounting all the things that have happened since then. You really hope that in spite of everything, Ricky had a good time performing. A part of you really hopes he’s going to do more shows. He’s so talented, and he has so much natural potential. After what he’s been through, it would make total sense if he never wanted to do theatre again, but a part of you silently hopes that he’s grown to love it the way you do.

Thunk.

You turn your head suddenly, wondering if you’d imagined the small noise. You glance back at the window, and see you left your phone there. You figure it was a notification or something. When you press the power button to check, you’re met with the words no new notifications on your lock screen.

Thunk.

Something moves in the corner of your vision, followed by another noise, then another.

Thunk- crack!

Your brow furrows as you stare at the hairline fracture left in the glass of your window. You try to peer down, but it’s so dark you can’t really see anything. You open your window up wide, lifting the latch and popping out the screen. You lean your head out just enough to look down, but it’s still too dark. You turn on your phone flashlight and hold tight to your popsocket, angling the beam down, only to be met with Ricky.

He’s holding a small plastic bag and a handful of rocks to throw until he gets your attention. He waves up at you awkwardly, and you laugh, covering your mouth to not make too much noise. It sounds beautiful. Everything you do is always so beautiful, he’s not sure why he’s still surprised when you take his breath away effortlessly. His stomach twists for a moment, and he hopes he gives you butterflies like you give him all the time. He looks up at you, and leaning down from your window like this, he thinks you’d make a really good Juliet. He’s not sure if you’ve done any Shakespeare before, but he makes a mental note to ask.

You watch from above as he holds the plastic bag in his mouth and starts climbing up the tree next to your house. You lose sight of him for a moment, until he reappears on the lattice on the side of your house. He’s careful not to disturb the ivy slowly growing its way up in spite of the cold weather. You laugh in disbelief, watching him climb through your window until he’s standing in front of you. It feels like something out of a movie, and your heart is pounding in your chest.

“You could have used the door…” you laugh.

“Well,” he shrugs, “I wanted to shake it up a little.” He smiles at you, pulling something out of the bag.

“I brought you coffee.” He pulls a to go cup out of the bag, handing it to you. He’s hopeful it will make you happy, and the way your eyes light up when you accept the drink is worth the stranger looks he got from the barista for ordering espresso at 11 at night. He takes out his drink, throwing the empty plastic bag in your garbage. You look up at him with those pretty eyes and his stomach flips. You move closer, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into.

“Thanks,” you say after pulling away, sending him the most blinding, dazzling smile. He’s been inside you more times than he can count, and your kisses still make his head all fuzzy. He lets out a soft laugh, feeling a little high from your attention. He sits on your bed, watching you as you sit backwards on your desk chair. You both sip your drinks, and it’s quiet for a moment.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask. He lets out a breathy laugh, surprised at how well you can read him.

“It… still feels weird not being at rehearsal.” he says, thinking out loud. You nod in silent understanding of everything left unsaid. You chuckle lightly.

“Yeah, post show depression will really kick your ass.” He laughs, feeling called out at your words.

“Yeah…” he agrees. When Nini dumped him, he felt like there was a sinkhole in his chest. Then after that, when she left, when she just walked out on him and his dad, he felt like he was going to cave in. Then he met you. You didn’t make him stop missing her or Nini, but you gave him something to lean on. You helped him realize he had something else to think about - the show. Now he doesn’t think about Nini nearly as much as he used to; that wound is starting to heal. As for the other thing, long as he doesn’t let himself think about her or Todd, as long as he keeps moving, he’s sort of okay.

But now he’s feeling a new kind of emptiness. He doesn’t like goodbyes, he never has, so even though he knew closing night would be hard, he didn’t expect it to hurt this much. He didn’t expect himself to grow so familiar with the soundtrack and the script, running lines and remembering blocking. He didn’t expect to miss being called Troy so much.

“I didn’t ever expect to love theatre, or love you, as much as I do,” he muses. You glance down, face flushed from his words. He gives you butterflies so effortlessly, it’s really amazing.

“I love you too,” you smile, taking another sip of your drink. He giggles - actually giggles - at your words.

“So,” you continue, “you liked it? Doing the show, I mean. I know there were some ups and downs but-”

“I loved it.”

He smiles, and you both laugh, light and bubbling over your shared adoration of each other and the experiences you just shared.

"I really, really loved it." He breathes, distracted for a moment as he remembers it all. "I just… I didn't expect to be so sad after?"

You spin a little in your seat, taking another sip as you listen.

"Like, I spent so much time learning how to become Troy, learning all the lines and blocking and choreo and now I'm never going to get to do that again."

"Yeah," you agree, looking down. "I mean, that's the beauty of theatre; it's always fleeting, but there's always going to be another show."

You can see him soaking in your words, really letting them in. It doesn't mitigate his sadness, but you don't expect it to. You get up from where you’re spinning side to side on your desk chair and sit next to him on your bed, placing your coffee on the night table. You wrap your arm around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don’t say anything, and you don’t need to. Your presence is more comforting than words could be. Maybe it’s the sweet smell of your peachy perfume, maybe it’s the way you’re so consistent in his life, but he’s reminded in a rush of the first night you spent together. Memories replay like flashbacks in his mind, and after a moment, he turns his head toward you.

His face is so close to yours, and it’s obvious what he’s thinking from the bedroom eyes he’s giving you, flicking between yours and your lips. It happens so suddenly, your heart barely has time to pound before he’s pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. Ricky needs a distraction from the ache in his chest. He needs something else to do, something else to think about, something else that makes him happy. He can’t think of something better to focus on than you. He deepens the kiss as you hold on to him tight, loving the way you always melt under his touch. You sigh against him, giggling as he works your lips open, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

He climbs on top of you as his hands move down. He takes his time, feeling you up, obsessing over every part of you until he gets to your thighs. He gropes your pretty thighs that he wants so badly to put his face between, not missing the way you were squirming a moment ago, already needy for some friction. He slots himself between your legs as he presses kisses into your neck, adoring the pretty sighs and noises you let out. He squeezes your thighs in his hands, before pulling you flat on your back with him hovering on top of you. The sudden change in position makes your heart race, and you can feel your cunt getting hot and puffy with arousal. The expression on your face makes it so worth it, he thinks, watching it grow even more flustered as he moves down. He pulls off your shirt and presses kisses between your tits. He plays with them, squeezing and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples in little circles. No matter how many times he sees them, it always feels like the first time, when all he could say was Wow. Oh my god. Wow. You let out a choked noise at the feeling, one he reciprocates, moaning into the soft flesh he has in his mouth.

“Fuck, Ricky…” you breathe, watching him closely as he moves down, trailing kisses along your stomach, squeezing your waist and hips, finally tugging off your bottoms. He trails his fingers over your panties for a moment, taking in how pretty they look on you, how much he loves to see that little wet spot growing bigger and bigger. He throbs as he takes them off, and you watch with wide eyes as he opens your legs a bit more.

“There we go,” he says softly, and your pussy pulses in anticipation of his touch. He spreads you open, taking a moment to take in how pretty your pussy is, how nice you look all spread open for him like this. It’s a shorter moment than he would have liked, he just can’t resist you, he can’t wait to press soft kisses to your heat, to flick his tongue over your clit, to make you feel good. He won’t wait any longer, doing just that, listening to every noise that escapes your pretty lips like a breathtaking song. He traces a finger around your dripping hole, fluttering and desperate for contact.

As he works his first finger in, he can't help but feel like he's home. You're so tight around just one finger, he wonders how you're always able to take all of him. The thought makes his stomach flutter with anticipation. He pumps his finger in and out gently, feeling you get wetter around him as you get used to the sensation. He continues licking and sucking on your clit, pulsing in his mouth, as he does. You taste amazing, and he wants more and more.

"Fuck, Ricky…" you sigh, and it's like music to his ears. He pushes his second finger in, and moans against your clit as he feels your tight walls stretch and relax to accommodate him. You let out a sharp gasp, throbbing erratically against his tongue. He scissors his fingers, breath hitching as you stretch around him.

“Oh my god,” you choke out in a breathy sigh, “Ricky…”

He loses all his progress as you clamp around him, bucking into his mouth as you cum around his fingers. He pauses for a moment, dizzy from the sensation, that he did that to you, made you feel that good. You tug on his hair, and before you can even ask, he knows. You want more of him, want him inside you. He climbs up on top of you. You tear his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, not wanting to waste a moment. His cock throbs, almost painfully hard, and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside you more than anything. He lets out a jagged sigh, pumping his cock in anticipation. He’s so ready, more ready than he’s ever been to be welcomed back into your wet, hot, tight embrace.

He finally begins to nudge his cock inside you. He chokes at how easily it goes in, how you seem to pull him deeper and deeper inside you. You’re ready for him, even more so than usual from how hard he made you cum a few minutes before. He can feel you suck him up inside you, gripping and squeezing him just right. Each time you let him inside, each time you let him stretch out your perfect, dripping cunt, it always feels unimaginably better than the last. Every single time, he thinks that this, you, have to be the best he’ll ever have. And every single time, he’s right. You feel so good, so indescribably good, a part of him wants to cum right on the spot.

“Fuck, I love you…” He chokes out, voice breathy. And he means it. God, does he mean it. He says it right as he pushes his cock inside you, filling you up in the most delicious way, knocking the breath out of your lungs in tandem. You try to say it back, you want to say it back, but his tongue is already shoved down your throat as he covers your mouth with deeper and deeper kisses. He’s insatiable, not ever getting as much of you as he needs to satisfy what he’s craving.

He starts moving, unable to wait, unable to stop himself from pistoning his cock as deep inside you as he can get it. He drags his cock against your gummy walls, the friction already making you both dizzy. He keeps going, rutting his hips into yours, moaning into your mouth. He cages you in with his arms, resting his hands on your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes. He’s so in love with you, so fucking in love with you. You’re… his world. You’re his everything. Everything he does revolves around you; he’s not the main character in his story, you are.

He would move mountains for you, overcome anything, travel any distance just for you, to be in your arms. He loves you so much it almost hurts, and he knows he’s never felt more relief than he did on opening night, when he finally, finally told you everything he feels for you. He was so sick of biting it back, of worrying about timing, if you would say it back, if he could even say it at all. He can’t remember ever being happier than he was when he finally said fuck it, and spilled his guts to you. Right here, right now, he can feel the little bulge he’s making in your tummy. He can feel where your bodies are touching and squishing together, and he can feel you wrap your legs around him to pull him even closer. He didn’t think he could be any more crazy over you than he already is, but all of this, all of you is driving him to even higher heights than he could imagine.

It’s overwhelming, and he moans, long and low into your mouth. There’s no other way to express what you make him feel than through his beautiful moans, like music to your ears, or telling you that he loves you every chance he gets, with his last breath he’ll be telling you again and again. He presses kisses to your cheek, moving down to your neck, taking in your sweet scent. God, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anyone this badly. He doesn’t think he’s wanted anyone or anything as much as he wants you. He’s so attracted to you, drawn to you in an almost primal way that leaves him rutting his hips into yours, grinding into your clit to get as close as possible, moaning shamelessly into your neck. It sends jolts of electricity through you, lighting you up like a powergrid.

His breath hits your skin in steady, warm puffs. He lets out another moan as you scratch your nails down his back. Your hand tangles in his hair and tugs it just right, making him throb inside you. He knows in this moment that no one can ever make him feel this good, no one else can do what you do to him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as he sucks bruises into your neck, leaving constellations of love bites across your perfect skin. Even though he’s holding you as tight as he can, drawing noises out of you that no one else has had the privilege of hearing, and it makes his head spin, he needs more.

He finally pulls away from your neck, resting his forehead against yours. You lean up to kiss him, and even though he’s aching for you, he doesn't kiss you. Not quite yet. Instead, he looks into your eyes so deeply, so intensely, with such a burning hunger that you feel like you’re being fused together. He’s still panting, this time your warm breaths fan over each other’s faces as he really soaks in everything about you, how pretty you look in his arms like this - and fuck, you’re pretty.

“I’m close, peach,” he pants, sending even more heat to your core, making you squeeze around him as he presses a burning kiss to your lips; one you accept eagerly.

“‘M so close,” he says again between kisses, “Can- fuck- can you say it for me? Can you tell me? Please, peach, I need to hear it, need to hear you say it…” he rambles, drunk on you and p=-

You’re trying your best, but it would be a lot easier if everything he was saying and doing didn’t render you breathless and unable to do anything but moan and writhe beneath him.

“I love you, Ricky,” you choke out, desperate and sincere. You finally connect your lips, only for him to moan into your mouth. It’s loud and shameless and has you teetering on the precipice. “Love you so much, so fucking much,” you continue to babble as he buries his face in your neck, moaning so much he almost can’t register what you’re saying. He’s glad you’re saying it anyway.

He can barely register how close he is before he cums. It’s hard and sudden, and he’s barely able to hear your sweet words over the blood pounding in his ears. You let out a noise he thought only existed in porn, following closely behind him. Your legs shake around him as you grab him as tight as you can, desperate for something to hold onto. You squeeze him in a vice grip as you let out the most beautiful whines and moans, and it’s enough to make him dizzy. Just your noises alone are almost enough to make him hard again - which he probably would be, if you hadn’t just milked his cock completely dry. You stay like that for a moment, letting yourself be filled up with him, letting himself be squeezed tight by your throbbing walls. He can feel your heartbeat in your soft cunt, and he lets out a shuddering sigh at the feeling. He mutters sweet nothings into your ear, rambling about every good thing he feels for you. He doesn’t think he could shut up if he tried - he usually can’t when it comes to you. He presses more and more kisses to your skin as you mutter sweet nothings back, rubbing your hand over the red marks you’d left on his back, playing with his hair. You take your time coming down from this, letting yourselves be right here and now, in each other’s arms.

Eventually, he pulls out more reluctantly than he’s done anything. You manage to clean up enough to fall back into bed, into each other’s arms. In those few moments, you glance around at the several unfinished cleaning tasks you’d started earlier. You shrug them off, telling yourself you’ll finish them later. As you’re welcomed into Ricky’s warm embrace, you think this is way more fun than cleaning anyway.

You settle into each other, getting comfortable as he holds you tight against his chest. You can feel the steady rise and fall of each other’s breathing, your heartbeats gradually slowing back down, the warmth pooling between you. In the quiet air surrounding you, you can feel the calm turn into a sort of melancholy. You trace your fingers over his skin as he takes solace in you. Everything about you is so comforting, he can’t deny that you’re what’s kept him as centered as he’s been able to be.

“Where do we go from here?” he asks.

His voice is quiet, breaking ripples into the glassy silence surrounding you, but you can hear the emotion wavering through it. You’re quiet for a moment, considering. You’re not quite sure if he means him and you, him and his dad, or the next audition. It doesn’t matter, you realize, because you’ll have his back through all of it. And he’ll have yours.

“I dunno,” you start gently, and he holds onto your words, cherishing them like heirlooms, “but I do know one thing. Miss Jenn is announcing the next show in a few days, on New Year’s Eve. So, we should probably start thinking about audition music.”

Just the briefest mention of auditions has him smiling at the memories from a few months ago, bursting in late with his guitar. At the time, he had only ever expected to remember that audition as the day he won Nini back. He never could have predicted what a different, more significant weight that would hold for him now. The mention of New Year’s Eve brings something else to mind as well.

“Ashlyn’s having a New Year’s party, right?”

“Yes!” you exclaim softly, “I totally forgot about that…”

Ricky traces his thumb over your cheek as you discuss carpools and if you should bring drinks or cupcakes. He never knew he could feel this way, this warm, just from listening to someone talk. He doesn’t know what happens next. He doesn’t know what’s going to change, but he thinks he can handle it if he has you. He’s so wrapped up in you, so invested in the quiet little conversation you’re now having about sheet music and party outfits that he doesn’t notice his phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans, strewn across your floor. After a moment it lights up with a new notification.

1 missed call from Dr. Robert (therapist)

1 new voicemail from Dr. Robert (therapist)

#rocks at your window #ricky bowen x reader #hsmtmts ricky #ricky bowen #hsmtmts #hsmtmts x reader #is now a good time to remind yall that I love you guys??#cause I do lol #<333 #also is anyone interested in a full rocks at your window playlist??#I'm probs gonna make a masterpost with all the parts and add links to the chapters once they're all up #or like... any shoplook outfits I made for writing inspo #i am a polyvore bitch at heart #anyway let me know any bonus content you guys wanna see lol

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The Dadliest Chat (3zun Group Text)--Modern 3zun raise Jingyi AU

[Modern 3zun Tag] [Ao3 series]

[This was a lot of fun and the first thing I have written in a WHILE, so I just let myself go for it and write whatever. Therefore the vibe is a little all over the map; slice of life, fluff, lil' bit of lemon, a bit of angst and trauma work, but mostly just sort of day in the life look at 3zun's group chat as fathers! A-Fu is about 10 months old in this.

CW: dirty talk, lemon (I'm leery of tagging more cause I don't wanna get flagged because Tunglr™, but they sometimes have adult convos over text, ya know?]

SATURDAY

<10:42 AM>

Xichen: Stupid bill?

Xichen: [sent picture]

Da-ge: spam

A-Yao: 👍

Xichen: 👍👍

MONDAY

<12:12 PM>

A-Yao: People are stupid

Da-ge: yep

Xichen: !! :( Are people being difficult at work? 💙

Da-ge: are zixuns being difficult at work

A-Yao: Yes

A-Yao: Need son pics, please

Da-ge: lol to up your blood sugar

Xichen: On it!

A-Yao: Something like that

A-Yao: ❤❤❤

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: [sent video]

Xichen: [sent picture]

Da-ge: !

A-Yao: My god

A-Yao: They’re like drugs

Xichen: Better? 💙🥰

A-Yao: Better than drugs, yes

Xichen: 😂 Not what I meant but I’m glad! I have so many more.

Da-ge: who won the fight

Xichen: 😂 He’s playing DRUMS in that picture, Da-ge.

Xichen: It’s his music class.

Xichen: We Lan eschew violence.

Da-ge: yeah

Da-ge: that’s why wangji almost took a chunk out of my thigh when he was a kid

Xichen: 😬

A-Yao: Hush, I’m basking

Da-ge: lol

TUESDAY

<9:56 AM>

Lan Xichen: [sent video]

A-Yao: Why does he sound like that? Is that normal?

Da-ge: gollum

Xichen: 😂

Xichen: I was thinking more sink drain, but that too!

A-Yao: Our son is not GOLLUM

Xichen: He’s started making that noise when he’s happy, A-Yao, it's alright! 💙 He does it especially when he looks at the tiger toy A-Yu got him. Or when he’s going to the bathroom.

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: he has your smile

Xichen: Not sure that’s possible, Da-ge😂

A-Yao: I actually agree with Da-ge

A-Yao: I think it's the eyes

Da-ge: yeah

Xichen: Hmm, well his mother's father's father was my father's cousin, I believe. Or second cousin, I can never rightly remember. Several branches off, we'll say.

Xichen: Maybe my father was the common link.

<2:27 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: I don't see it, really.

Da-ge: see what

Da-ge: whose that

Xichen: A similarity in our smiles.

A-Yao: Is that your father???

Xichen: Yes.

A-Yao: !!!!

Da-ge: i didnt know you had pictures of him

Xichen: I don't, I asked Wangji if shufu had ever shown him any. He was visiting him with Wuxian and A-Yuan today, so I suppose he found one.

A-Yao: Or Wuxian did.

Da-ge: snoop

Xichen: Well, maybe 😋 I didn't ask.

A-Yao: Hmm

A-Yao: People don’t always use their real smile for pictures

<3:04 PM>

Da-ge: ?

Xichen: Hm?

A-Yao: Are you okay?

Xichen: Yes? Why wouldn’t I be? 🤗

Da-ge: you went quiet

Xichen: 😉 I'm fine.

Da-ge: ??

Xichen: 😘 I'm fine.

A-Yao: Er-ge

Xichen: Truly, I'm fine! A-Fu and I are at the park.

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: 😍

Da-ge: ❤️

Da-ge: how did you get him to wear the sunglasses

Xichen: Patience and sweet potato puffs.

Xichen: He also threw them on the ground directly after the photo, so don’t praise me too much 😂

Da-ge: distraction

Xichen: ?

A-Yao: You’re cheating, Er-ge

Xichen: Cheating?? Cheating what?? How??

Da-ge: 🙄

Xichen: It was just odd to think I’ve never seen his real smile. I'm not even thinking about it anymore, I'm keeping A-Fu from eating sand! I can call you to prove it but really, it was just a thought. I'M FINE 💙

A-Yao: I'm bringing home eclairs from Jean’s

Xichen: 🤩🥰 A-Fu is EXCITED!

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: 😭😭

Da-ge: so fuckin cute

Da-ge: how are his cheeks so big

Da-ge: chipmunk cheeks

A-Yao: This one is going in the next batch I’m printing

Xichen: 🥰

Da-ge: we’re gonna run out of wall space by the time hes 1

WEDNESDAY

<5:17 PM>

A-Yao: Eggs

Rice

Okra

Coffee

Da-ge: ok ty

THURSDAY

<12:47 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: ❤

Da-ge: daww

FRIDAY

<8:24 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: I do not enjoy stepping on Cheerios, I’ve found. Whether wet or dry.

Da-ge: lol good luck

<9:17 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Oops 😬

Da-ge: well we were gonna give him a bath tonite anyway

A-Yao: How???????

A-Yao: It was on the counter!

Xichen: I was vacuuming after the Breakfast Cheerio Disaster and then I turn around and, well, plant down.

A-Yao: Did it fall on him??

Xichen: Nope! He just dug around in the dirt and remnants after he managed to pull it down.

Da-ge: kids are sturdy

Xichen: I don't understand how he can climb but can't walk yet???

Da-ge: monkey genes

A-Yao: Technically ape

Da-ge: 🙄

Xichen: 🙈

A-Yao: Where was that from again? That garden store downtown? I can pick up a new one omw home

Xichen: We might be able to repot it, they seem pretty sturdy. Maybe go pick up a hanging one this time, though?

Xichen: I'm just glad we made sure all the plants werj;/ abb noewlp

Xichen: Sorry, he slapped the phone out of my hand and it sent. We made sure all the plants were non-toxic if eaten or I'd be having a heart attack right now 😱

A-Yao: HE AUE IT?? ?

Da-ge: you didnt see the dirt in his mouth? kids put shit directly in there as default there’s no stopping it

A-Yao: IS HE OKAY???

Xichen: I called poison control even after looking it up online. Totally fine! There was only a little bit gone, after all.

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: See?

Da-ge: lol i was imagining cartoon bite marka but that makes more sense

Xichen: 😂 He doesn't even have teeth yet!

A-Yao: Is his tummy upset???

A-Yao: has he poop ed??

A-Yao: did they say we should feed him something or make him dirnk water or ???

Xichen: My love, he's COMPLETELY fine, I promise.

Xichen: Look!

Xichen: [sent picture]

Da-ge: tiny feet ❤️

Da-ge: cant stand that show tho

Xichen: Actually, I find it oddly soothing.

Da-ge: you had no tv growing up. huaisanf was addicted to fuckin telletubbies for AGES

Da-ge: gets old really fast

Da-ge: hate how they talk

Da-ge: youre still panicking aren't you ayao

A-Yao: No

Xichen: And what does WebMD have to say? 😂

A-Yao: …

A-Yao: That it’s nontoxic to humans and pets.

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: like he said

Xichen: 😂

A-Yao: I apologize for overreacting.

A-Yao: I wasn’t trying to question your competence.

Xichen: A-Yao, no! I didn’t take it that way!

A-Yao: It’s fine!

Xichen: I’m sorry, A-Yao, we shouldn’t have teased you when you were worried about A-Fu :(

A-Yao: It’s fine!

Xichen: Love, please pick up.

Xichen: A-Yao, please call me.

A-Yao: I'm fine! :)

Da-ge: bullshit

Da-ge: answer him or me you choose

A-Yao: I'm in a meeting.

Da-ge: i doubt that

Xichen: Please call me when you're out?

A-Yao: Maybe! My schedule is very full today. I'll try to remember.

Da-ge: don't fucking start that just call him

A-Yao: I'm in a meeting.

Da-ge: then promise to answer after

A-Yao: I’ll try to remember.

Da-ge: you don’t forget shit set an alarm to remember then instead of being a child

Xichen: Da-ge please that’s not going to help

Da-ge: its stupid if he’s going to have a problem with something we said and not fix it

Da-ge: just fucking tell us instead of the pasive aggressive shit

Da-ge: he knows that

Xichen: You know that’s not how it works. Please don’t do this here, just text me privately. A-Yao, we’re not talking about you behind your back

Da-ge: thers no other way TO talk to him when he does this

Da-ge: this can literally be over right now if he just answered his stupid phone

Xichen: Please stop. Call me.

<10:01 AM>

Xichen: No one’s angry with you, A-Yao 💙 You can call in your own time!!

<1:45 PM>

Xichen: I’m going to make some stir fry for tonight! 2 batches, one with meat and one without! Extra bamboo shoots! 😊😊😎 Any requests?

<3:32 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: A-Fu Baxia cuddle puddle 😴🐱👶🥰

<5:07 PM>

A-Yao: Im sorry

A-Yao: I was being stupid

A-Yao: I’m sorry

A-Yao: I wont do it again

Xichen: Shhh, call me, Da-ge came home early, we can all talk 💙💙💙💙

SUNDAY

<11:05 AM>

A-Yao: Why do stores rearrange everything so often??

A-Yao: Is this the right brand??

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: I think? Show me the back?

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: I think they just changed the packaging, it should still be the right one!

A-Yao: 👍

<2:43 PM>

Xichen: Can Huaisang still babysit tonight after A-Fu goes down?

Da-ge: he says yes

Xichen: Perfect!

<4:33 PM>

Da-ge: thought you two were going out for dinner? isnt that why you needed asang?

Xichen: Something happened with a last minute change to a contract and he has to go in to oversee changes, but I need to run some errands anyway, so I’ll take advantage of the expanded mobility 😂

Xichen: It’s surprisingly difficult to shop for baby clothes with a baby in tow.

Da-ge: sucks

Xichen: Yes, but there’s always next time!

MONDAY

<8:07 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: We love Papa’s breakfast!

Da-ge: ❤

TUESDAY

<12:18 PM>

Xichen: Da-ge, A-Yao came home with one of his headaches--I'm going to take A-Fu out so he can sleep and I'm putting his phone downstairs so he isn't tempted to use it. Can you check on him when you get home? 💙

Da-ge: I will

Da-ge: poor ayao ❤

Xichen: I know 😢 Love you!

Da-ge: love you both

Da-ge: let me know if i should bring something home

Xichen: Right now, I think he just needs some sleep for now, he caught it early instead of pushing through (for once)!

Xichen: Proud of you, A-Yao!

<8:57 PM>

A-Yao: ❤

WEDNESDAY

<11:34 AM>

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Da-ge: what is this shit

A-Yao: Ugh

Xichen: Sigh.

<2:04 PM>

Xichen: Look what just came on my photo roll!💙

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: Ahh, Da-ge in an apron, my favorite

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: i remember that day

THURSDAY

<6:41 AM>

A-Yao: [sent picture]

<7:25 AM>

Xichen: !!!!!!!!!!!

Xichen: A-Yao is so handsome 👀💙

Da-ge: love when you wear that one

Da-ge: it’s sexy

A-Yao: 😌

<7:40 AM>

A-Yao: Not overtly, right?

A-Yao: Not somehow inappropriate?

Da-ge: fuck no you just look good in a suit

<10:13 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Cousins at the library!

A-Yao: Ahh, A-Ling!!!

A-Yao: 😍😍

Xichen: A-Fu’s being very gentle!

Da-ge: good!

Xichen: I saw Mary there!

Da-ge: basoonist?

A-Yao: No, that’s Mari. Mary is the percussionist, curly hair, glasses, nose ring

Xichen: She says they miss me, which was very sweet.

Da-ge: still trying to get you back?

Xichen: I said I didn’t know when I’d be back as director, which is the truth!

Da-ge: you don’t have to apologize for anything

Xichen: I know 😊

Da-ge: mmm

SATURDAY

<4:55 PM>

Xichen: Will you be home for dinner, Da-ge?

Da-ge: no they moved my flight up

Xichen: We’ll miss you!! 😙

A-Yao: Fly safe! Do you have all your IDs and chargers? Do you have your meds? Did you get your motorcycle in for the scrape?

Da-ge: yea yea yea no

A-Yao: Should I have A-Su drive it in? She’s very responsible

Xichen: I didn’t know she rides motorcycles!

A-Yao: She got her license but doesn’t have a bike yet

Da-ge: nah it’s fine i’ll get to it when i’m back

Da-ge: leaving earlier means im only out for 4 days instead of 7

Da-ge: more meetings but

Xichen: Make sure to get lots of rest! Don’t burn yourself out.

A-Yao: Good!

A-Yao: [sent picture]

A-Yao: FuFu says “love you, Papa”

Da-ge: ❤

Da-ge: my boys

SUNDAY

<8:45 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Morning!

Da-ge: ❤

A-Yao: 😍

A-Yao: So cute

A-Yao: Also I love that braid, Er-ge

Da-ge: everything ok there?

Xichen: Going swimming-ly! 😉🏊‍♂️

Da-ge: lol

<7:02 PM>

Da-ge: how was the dinner with the all the jins

Xichen: Loud but good fun! A-Fu loved it.

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: I want to schedule them more regularly

<8:22 PM>

Da-ge: night

Da-ge: lov you

A-Yao: Poor sleepy Da-ge. Love you

Xichen: We love you!

MONDAY

<7:00 AM>

Xichen: ☕

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Da-ge: how did you know

Xichen: 😁 We are creatures of habit.

<6:11 PM>

A-Yao: Toilet’s doing that thing again

Da-ge: fuck

Da-ge: upstairs one?

A-Yao: Yep

Xichen: I’ll call the plumber but it’s late and short notice so 😬 We'll see!

<6:32 PM>

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: Little gremlin 🥰

Da-ge: adorable

<8:20 PM>

Da-ge: goodnight love you all

Xichen: Love you! Baxia misses her Papa and so does A-Fu! 💙 A-Yao’s making popcorn, he says ‘We love you, dream of us’ from the kitchen!

Da-ge: lol will do

Da-ge: hows the toilet

Xichen: We are taking care of it, focus on work! 💙

TUESDAY

<9:03 AM>

A-Yao: Can someone call

Xichen: You okay??

Da-ge: eating lunch whats up

A-Yao: Murder

Xichen: Ahhh 💙

Da-ge: are we coming up with scenarios or ar you

<12:24 PM>

Xichen: Honestly, why don't we bake bread more? The house smells SO good.

Xichen: 🍞

Xichen: I'm making honey butter! 🐝

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: A-Fu approved! 👍

Da-ge: ❤️

A-Yao: Hell day. Want fresh bread

A-Yao: Look at him

A-Yao: So cute

Xichen: I’ll have plenty for when you come home, love! 💙💙💙 I can always make more!

Xichen: I’ll make it again fresh when you get home, Da-ge!

Da-ge: yum

<9:18 PM>

A-Yao: ❤ Sleepy?

Da-ge: eh

Da-ge: a bit

Da-ge: why

A-Yao: Want to video call?

Da-ge: oh? wheres xichen?

A-Yao: [sent picture]

WEDNESDAY

<7:01 AM>

Xichen: Good morning! ☀☕

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: bet you slept good

A-Yao: Oh, he’s very pleased with himself. It was all his idea, actually

Da-ge: is he blushing

A-Yao: Yes, it’s very cute

Da-ge: lol ❤

<9:39 AM>

A-Yao: [sent picture]

A-Yao: ???

Xichen: 😂

Da-ge: wtf

<6:27 PM>

Da-ge: timezones suck

Da-ge: work trips suck

Xichen: 😟💙

Xichen: Need to talk?

Da-ge: just complaining

Da-ge: wanna go home

A-Yao: We all want you here

<8:00 PM>

Xichen: Goodnight, Da-ge. We love you and can’t wait to pick you up on Friday!

THURSDAY

<8:05 AM>

Xichen: Last day apart! Good morning! 🌈

Da-ge: thank fuck

A-Yao: I do not say this lightly, but I’m ready for the weekend

A-Yao: Can we go out to dinner somewhere when he gets back? That bistro place?

Xichen: 🤩 A wonderful idea.

<11:26 PM>

Da-ge: so fuckin horny

A-Yao: Oh?

A-Yao: Lonely, Da-ge?

A-Yao: Xichen fell asleep on the couch, here. I’m all alone in our bed

A-Yao: I can just imagine you there, in the dark, touching yourself

A-Yao: Did you hold back until you ached? Probably not, hm? You can be so impatient sometimes

A-Yao: Did you even get your pants off?

A-Yao: What were you thinking of? Or who?

A-Yao: Are you remembering our call together?

A-Yao: Xichen was magnificent, wasn’t he?

A-Yao: So were you

Da-ge: fjck

A-Yao: You know what? I’m going to call. I want to hear you

FRIDAY

<7:14 AM>

Xichen: Oh my 😏

Xichen: Good morning! ☀ Seems like you had fun last night!

A-Yao: Sometimes you miss out when you go to sleep at grandpa hour 🤷‍♂️😉

Da-ge: the mouth on you

A-Yao: You came so hard, too

Xichen: PLEASE no dirty talk when I have no recourse, the Backyardigans are not the right backdrop for this convo 😩

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: you just wait for tonight

Xichen: 😳

<12:13 PM>

Xichen: You emailed me the new gate information, yes?

Da-ge: ya

Da-ge: see you tonight ❤

<5:35 PM>

A-Yao: Here!

Da-ge: 15 minutes out

Da-ge: just landed

A-Yao: We’re by the vending machine

<6:44 PM>

Da-ge: diaper bag out of wipes

A-Yao: On it, there’s emergencies in the car

MONDAY

<6:16 AM>

Da-ge: i just saw the morherfucker scratched the door getting it in

Da-ge: couldn’t see it in the dark

<7:30 AM>

Xichen: ? Who? It?

Da-ge: plumber

Da-ge: toilet

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Xichen: Yikes, I must have missed that, I’ve been coming in the back.

Xichen: The plumbing company should cover it, right?

A-Yao: If you make it their problem enough, I’m sure they will. This is the right one, yes?

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Da-ge: yes

Xichen: Yes.

A-Yao: On it

<7:56 AM>

A-Yao: Idiots

Xichen: It’s not too terrible, it won’t be a problem. It’s not like we don’t have money!

A-Yao: No.

Da-ge: there he goes

A-Yao: It’s the principle of the thing, now

Da-ge: honestly agree

<8:11 AM>

A-Yao: Done. They’ll pay for whatever replacement or repair

Xichen: Ahh, persistent A-Yao saves the day! 🥳

<10:28 AM>

A-Yao: Omg call me when you're done with your appt, gege

A-Yao: I have stories about the assholes from music class

Xichen: A-Yao, they're BABIES 😆

Xichen: Was it A-Chi? They have a bit of a rivalry.

A-Yao: LANDON

Xichen: Ohh nooo! 😱 One second, I'm paying.

Da-ge: i've got 10 min before my meeting with the contractor

A-Yao: EVEN BETTER

Xichen: 👶🍵

Da-ge: wtf is that

Xichen: Baby tea!

A-Yao: I love you so much ❤

Da-ge: ???

Xichen: Ask Huaisang about it later! 😃 He will probably groan because I'm old and using slang 👴

Xichen: Calling now!

TUESDAY

<2:27 PM>

A-Yao: Do we have chicken at home?

Xichen: Nuggets but no breasts.

Da-ge: lol

A-Yao: I'm not going to grace that with a response. Chicken Parm for dinner?

Xichen: Yum!

Da-ge: works for me

A-Yao: A-Yu’s coming tonight with A-Yuan, remember

Xichen: Yes!

Da-ge: yep

WEDNESDAY

<1:02 PM>

Xichen: I feel terrible. I didn’t reapply the sunscreen on his neck well enough.

Xichen: Look.

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: I’m sorry. I’m going to run him an oatmeal bath and get aloe. I’m going to order him a sunhat right now. I won’t let it happen again.

A-Yao: Oh Er-ge, it happens, don’t feel bad

A-Yao: It’s not so bad, just a little pink!

Xichen: It will get darker. They always do.

Xichen: I was just reading about UVB and how our ozone is getting thinner and the rising rates. I should have been more diligent.

Da-ge: a little sunburn isn’t the end of the world xichen

Da-ge: hes gonna be fine

Xichen: It can give you melanoma.

Da-ge: hes literally 10 mo he’s not gonna get melanoma from 1 sunburn

Da-ge: asang once turned bright red like a lobster and he’s fine

A-Yao: Provisionally 😁

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Is that enough oatmeal, do you think? I added some honey as well, they say that it would help.

Da-ge: youre going to kill our pipes

A-Yao: ER-GE YOU’RE GOING TO STRAIN THAT BEFORE YOU DRAIN IT, YES??

Da-ge: ^

Xichen: I know.

A-Yao: Please don’t beat yourself up, it happens

A-Yao: We’ll all be careful and we’ll put aloe on him

A-Yao: Is he in pain?

Xichen: I don’t know. He seems alright. A little more cranky. He fell asleep on the way home from the splash pad.

Da-ge: sunburn can do that

Da-ge: you didn’t do anything wrong

Da-ge: its a fact of life and all kids will get sunburn

A-Yao: It’s his first one, it’s not going to hurt him

Xichen: We’ll go to the library and children’s museums this week instead to let it fully heal.

A-Yao: Alright, sweetheart, that sounds like a good plan ❤

<6:08 PM>

Da-ge: they said they dont carry those tongs anymore

Xichen: Drat.

THURSDAY

<10:02 AM>

Da-ge: why the fuck is this class called mommy and me

Da-ge: its weird

Xichen: 😂

Xichen: How heteronormative of them!

Da-ge: plus the kid isn't the one paying or driving

A-Yao: Marketing, probably, but I agree

Da-ge: lady is looking at me all confused

Da-ge: think she's trying to place me

Xichen: Mm, a bit old for a nanny? 😁

A-Yao: She's like 'there's GOT to be a mommy here somewhere…'

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: [sent picture]

A-Yao: 😍😍😍 His little butt!

Da-ge: he's so weird

A-Yao: He is not! He's perfect!

Xichen: All children are weird, A-Yao, it's alright 💙 Why is he upside down?

Da-ge: who knows

Da-ge: at the sand table now

Xichen: 😬

Da-ge: i’ll take the car to be vacuumed after

Xichen: 💙 Thank you!

A-Yao: FuFu likes the carwash with all the lights!

Da-ge: ok

FRIDAY

<5:43 PM>

A-Yao: Are we alright on fruit?

Xichen: Apples would be good!

<8:21 PM>

A-Yao: I’m going to be later than I thought, don’t wait up

Xichen: Drive safe!

SATURDAY

<10:39 AM>

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Da-ge: 👍👎?

Xichen: 👍👍👍👍👍👀

A-Yao: Holy shit

A-Yao: Buy that shirt right now

Xichen: Yes PLEASE, Da-ge! 🙏

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: well alright then

Da-ge: 😏

Xichen: I’m legitimately flustered right now, I can’t focus 😵

Xichen: I keep looking at this picture,

A-Yao: When are you coming home???

Da-ge: lol

SUNDAY

<9:37 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Coolest kid in the grocery store 😎

A-Yao: 😍

A-Yao: This grout is fucking horrible

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: I’ll grab more of the heavy duty stuff, then.

Da-ge: youre both insane

Da-ge: lan qiren is not going to look at the grout

Da-ge: and the dinners not til wed

Xichen: To be fair to us, he very much will look at the grout.

MONDAY

<8:53 AM>

A-Yao: more watr pls

Xichen: 👍💙

<10:21 AM>

A-Yao: watrre pls

Xichen: 💙💙

<1:13 PM>

A-Yao: help

Da-ge: ??? ayao?

Xichen: All is well! Help getting up is what he meant 💙

Da-ge: hows he doing

Xichen: Not much better than how you left him, I’m afraid ☹

Xichen: He won’t let me cancel the dinner.

A-Yao: will be fin

Da-ge: get off the phone

Da-ge: and sleep

Da-ge: xichen you should confiscate his phone

A-Yao: using it 4 help

Da-ge: SLEEP

A-Yao: then stop txtin

Xichen: I scolded him very gently, but we should all let him get some rest 💙

<4:11 PM>

Xichen: Pedialyte and more painkillers and crackers, please!

Xichen: Oh, and maybe ginger ale?

Da-ge: ok ty

WEDNESDAY

<8:02 AM>

Xichen: I’m sorry I’m so behind on laundry, everyone.

Xichen: I should have been more on top of it.

Da-ge: its FINE

Da-ge: i still have like a weeks worth of boxers

Da-ge: youve been taking care of ayao and afu

Xichen: I kept meaning to get to it.

Da-ge: srsly

Da-ge: your shufu isnt going to even be in our room he’s not gonna know about what laundry you did or did’t do

Xichen: It’s not about that.

Da-ge: it is tho

Da-ge: xichen

Da-ge: what are you doing

Xichen: Cleaning the kitchen, why?

Da-ge: you already did that

Da-ge: can you just chill out for a bit?

Da-ge: call over asang or asu or yanli and go out for a bit on your own

Xichen: I don’t want them to get sick.

Da-ge: ayao overworked himself

Da-ge: you know his immune thing

Xichen: I’m fine, I don’t need them to come over! 😊

Da-ge: im rolling my eyes so hard at you rght now

Da-ge: did you eat?

<9:27 AM>

Da-ge: xichen did you eat

<10:11 AM>

Da-ge: answer your phone

Xichen: Sorry! I left it in the family room while I washed windows! Calling now!

THURSDAY

<9:43 AM>

Da-ge: i’m glad we’re all sane again

A-Yao: 🙄

Xichen: Don’t pick fights, you two 😂

Da-ge: mm

<12:20 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: So sleepy 💙

A-Yao: He’s SO cute

A-Yao: Is he going to think we’re creepy when he’s older?

Da-ge: ???

A-Yao: We have so many pictures of him sleeping…

Xichen: 😂

<5:04 PM>

A-Yao: I have to work late, rain check on the soup?

Xichen: Oh.

Xichen: Of course! See you when you get home 💙

A-Yao: I’m sorry ☹

Xichen: It’s alright! It happens.

Xichen: Love you.

A-Yao: Love you, too 💙

Da-ge: again??

SATURDAY

<11:31 AM>

Xichen: Oh, turns out we don’t have Draino! We need some, please.

A-Yao: 👍

SUNDAY

<4:19 PM>

Xichen: Poor Da-ge is crying at The Fox and the Hound 💙😭

A-Yao: Oh, that one is BRUTAL

Xichen: Lilo and Stitch levels of crying.

A-Yao: Hug him for me ❤️

MONDAY

<10:29 AM>

Xichen: A message from your son!

Xichen: irriOydristI

Xichen: Rogzkgz,lgsoycllydglci k🙁🤐s

Xichen: s😖d😒d🛌xx🦋🐙s🎳🕐📥aa

Xichen: ➿Dd

A-Yao: He opened the emojis!

A-Yao: He’s so smart!

Da-ge: i hope youre joking but know youre not

Xichen: A-Fu says ‘Baba and Papa should stop arguing’! 👶

Da-ge: lol

WEDNESDAY

<12:15 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: Holyshit

A-Yao: Holyshitholyshit

Xichen: Really? I thought it was amusing…😅

Da-ge: fuck thats so hot

Da-ge: why is that so hot

Xichen: 😳😳

A-Yao: Remind me to thank Huaisang for his gag gift

A-Yao: Cryptically, of course

Da-ge: where did you find that even?

Xichen: Back of the closet! You’ve never worn it, right?

Da-ge: i mean its a crop top

Da-ge: not really my style

A-Yao: Maybe it should be….

Da-ge: hmmmm

Xichen: 👀 I require…proof.

Da-ge: i need you to wear that while i fuck you

Xichen: 😳😳😳

A-Yao: Oh my god

A-Yao: Who?

Da-ge: yes

A-Yao: What’s that meme? ‘I will not spend the rest of the evening consumed with lust’?

Xichen: Well…decluttering surely has its advantages.

Xichen: I’m going to…take a break for a while.

A-Yao: 😏

A-Yao: Well, there’s Da-ge gone

A-Yao: Ah, Er-ge as well, it seems

A-Yao: Well, SOMEONE has to work to pay the bills around here :P

<12:50 PM>

Xichen: 🙁

A-Yao: No no

A-Yao: Sweetheart, I was joking, you know I would NEVER mean it in that way

Xichen: I know 💙

A-Yao: I know you worry about your choice to stay home

A-Yao: And like we’ve told you every time you mention it, we both fully support you doing so ❤❤❤❤

Da-ge: yes

A-Yao: I shouldn’t have said it that way. It was careless. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Xichen: You didn’t.

Da-ge: bs

Xichen: :P

A-Yao: Can I call?

Xichen: Of course 🥰

<2:04 PM>

Xichen: Sorry for being a boner killer, before 😂

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: i think all the boners had been taken care of byu that point

Da-ge: youre fine ❤

Da-ge: im just glad you said something at all

Da-ge: usually you don’t

Xichen: I’m…trying. To be better about it.

A-Yao: ❤❤❤❤❤❤

TUESDAY

<10:19 AM>

Da-ge: you bite so hard

Da-ge: my nipple is still sore

A-Yao: Awww 🥺 Lemme see

Da-ge: im not sending shirtless pics at work

A-Yao: Mm, should have kept wearing the crop top, obviously

Xichen: 😂 Easier access?

A-Yao: Exactly

A-Yao: Come home and let me kiss it better 😘

Da-ge: 🙄

Xichen: This is all very distracting when you're in the dairy aisle, you know 😂

A-Yao: Then get out of the dairy aisle and come home ❤️

A-Yao: FuFu 's asleep

A-Yao: Just went down, we swam all morning so he'll be asleep a long time

Xichen: Paying

A-Yao: [sent a picture]

Da-ge: fuck

Xichen: O mw

A-Yao: Seems we have a winning outfit on our hands!

Da-ge: smug gremlin

A-Yao: 😊

#modern 3zun #my stuff #my fic #3zun #they make me smile #not the au I thought I would be updating but it has the same amount of fathers in it! So I was right #Contains crop top adventures and NieYao judging people together #I just feel like Xichen is one of those people who REALLY try to communicate through text with emojis and tone #Like it comes off as really peppy but he's trying to be either transparent or purposefully obscure to direct the conversation #I feel like he also enjoys showing affection and so he allows himself to be goopy in this private chat #With normal texting he's concise and friendly but tones down the emojis and exclamation marks #Those are for His People

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